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Maybe you’ve noticed the world’s growing dark.
Rapidly change, grow dim.
I think it’s time, and I’m gonna do my part
Let’s make it a small world again.

I’ve seen the anger, the bigots, the hate.
Not the way it’s always been.
Can’t we just love before it’s too late.
Let’s make it a small world again.

I’m sure it’s gonna take some sacrifice - not trying carries too high of a price.
Gotta keep trying, not just once or twice
I know that some will not ever give in, I see the anger all buried within,
You say that’s just the way it’s always been.

We once believed that the scale of the world,
Limited where we had been.
Now that we know, let’s give it a whirl.
Let’s make it a small world again.

I’m sure it’s gonna take some sacrifice - not trying carries too high of a price.
Gotta keep trying, not just once or twice
I know that some will not ever give in, I see the anger all buried within,
You say that’s just the way it’s always been.

There was a time when things of the heart,
Could not divide a friend.
Maybe it’s time we all do our part.
Let’s make it a small world again.

Make It a Small World

Lo! In heaven Jesus sitting (Hymn #132)

"Le Vercors" est une chanson grave qui demandait une atmosphère particulière, ce que Zied au violon et Juan à la contrebasse ont su rendre à merveille. Respect! 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cI4bA808bU
Paroles:
C'est un hiver dans le Vercors, 
Des flammes lentes, sur un bois mort.
C'est un hiver, comme les autres,
A peine un peu, plus froid peut être. 
Sur les hauts plateaux enneigés,
Les Messerschmitt se sont posés.

Si j'avais connu ces années,
J'avais eu vingt ans en quarante.
Qu'aurais je fait, qu'aurais je été.
Une âme fière ou repentante?

C'est un hiver dans le Vercors,
Des flammes qui lèchent un bois retors.
C'est un hiver, comme les autres,
A peine un peu, plus froid peut être.
Sur les hauts plateaux enneigés,
C'est leur jeunesse qu'ils ont laissé.

Si j'avais connu ces années,
J'avais eu vingt ans en quarante.
Qu'aurais je fait, qu'aurais je été.
Une âme fière ou repentante?
Et on remonte encore les pistes,
Oui on remonte toujours les pistes.
C'est un hiver dans le Vercors,
Des flammes lentes, sur un bois mort.

Christian PERUTI  - A.C.I.

Zied Zouari on violin, and Juan Saubidet on double bass, in perfect harmony in 'Le Vercors.'
 I must admit that I am always moved every time I listen to it. 
It is taken from a seven-song EP scheduled for early next year.

Lyrics:
It's a winter in the Vercors,  
Slow flames on dead wood.  
It's a winter, like any other,  
Perhaps just a little colder.  
On the snowy high plateaus,  
The Messerschmitts have landed.

If I had known those years,  
I had been twenty in forty.  
What would I have done, what would I have been?  
A proud soul or a repentant one?

It's a winter in the Vercors,  
Flames licking a stubborn wood.  
It's a winter, like any other,  
Just a little, maybe a bit colder.  
On the snowy high plateaus,  
It's their youth that they have left.

If I had known those years,  
I would have been twenty in forty.  
What would I have done, what would I have been.  
A proud soul or a repentant one?  
And we trace the paths again,  
Yes, we always trace the paths.  
It's a winter in the Vercors,  
Slow flames, on dead wood.

Christian PERUTI - A.C.I.

Le Vercors

I Love You, Honeybear

I Went to the Store One Day

The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt.

Strange Encounter

Glory to the Lord

Glory to the Lord (feat. R.Kelly)

God, Money, War

Blame It On The Money

Black Blood (feat. Isaiah Rashad & Kent Jamz)

Can't Fade Us

Can't Fade Us (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Lil Black Boy

Depreston

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LYRICS:

Naturally the Dying Man wonders to himself
Had his commentary been more lucid than anybody else?
And had he successfully beaten back the rising tide
Of idiots, dilettantes and fools
That were on his watch 
While he was alive
Lord, just a little more time

Oh, in no time at all this will be the distant past

So says the Dying Man once I’m in the box
Just think of all the overrated hacks running amok
And all of the pretentious, ignorant voices that will go unchecked
The homophobes, hipsters and one percent
The false feminists he’d managed to detect
Who will critique them once he’s left?

In no time at all this will be the distant past

What he’d give for one more day to rate and analyze
The world made in his image as of yet to realize
What a mess to leave behind 

Eventually the Dying Man takes his final breath
But first checks his newsfeed to see what he’s about to miss
It occurs to him a little late in the game
We leave as clueless as we came
From the rented heavens to the shadows in the cave
We’ll all be wrong one day

We’ll all be wrong someday

Pure Comedy

Ballad of the Dying Man

Epic Ten

One Day

I Went to the Store One Day

Father John Misty

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