Archive - Nothing else
- il y a 16 ans
"Londinium" 1996
Archive a exploré plusieurs genres musicaux, dont le trip-hop.
La chanteuse de l'époque (1996 ...)possède la voix la plus aboutie des voix féminines des chanteuses de "Archive" !
La voix de Roya Arab est belle, pleine d'émotions. "Nothing else" est une chanson poignante et délicate sur le thème difficile du décès et de l'au-delà.
Elle est maintenant archéologue.
Le clip contient des extraits du film "Déjà Mort".
This voice is beautiful, full of emotion. Now Roya Arab is an archeologist.
This clip includes some extracts from the French film "Déjà mort".
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My angel clipped wings I know
Wonders in darkness on grimey ground
In a forest unclean unsound
Everything everythings gone wild
Make land for the cows to graze
Leaflets scatter around to advertise sell out
A swamp in it hands stretched out
To catch a passing dime
Donations to the rich widened
Pavements for the poor
Somewhere else to lie
But my friend the carriage door
Stands slightly ajar
And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight
But weve got to reach
Chorus :
A place where the feast never ends
A moment when the music celebrates
And a time when darkness belongs
To night skies and nothing else
Nothing else -no-
Tomorrow my spirit seen
Fears today my mind
Soul aches so deep
Always craves my body to reach
Archive a exploré plusieurs genres musicaux, dont le trip-hop.
La chanteuse de l'époque (1996 ...)possède la voix la plus aboutie des voix féminines des chanteuses de "Archive" !
La voix de Roya Arab est belle, pleine d'émotions. "Nothing else" est une chanson poignante et délicate sur le thème difficile du décès et de l'au-delà.
Elle est maintenant archéologue.
Le clip contient des extraits du film "Déjà Mort".
This voice is beautiful, full of emotion. Now Roya Arab is an archeologist.
This clip includes some extracts from the French film "Déjà mort".
~~~~
My angel clipped wings I know
Wonders in darkness on grimey ground
In a forest unclean unsound
Everything everythings gone wild
Make land for the cows to graze
Leaflets scatter around to advertise sell out
A swamp in it hands stretched out
To catch a passing dime
Donations to the rich widened
Pavements for the poor
Somewhere else to lie
But my friend the carriage door
Stands slightly ajar
And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight
But weve got to reach
Chorus :
A place where the feast never ends
A moment when the music celebrates
And a time when darkness belongs
To night skies and nothing else
Nothing else -no-
Tomorrow my spirit seen
Fears today my mind
Soul aches so deep
Always craves my body to reach