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Premier extrait de l'album "Sadnecessary" (sortie française en avril 2014)

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MILKY CHANCE - Stolen Dance

SORRY

STREAM

DUSTY & RONEN - SORRY

BLEED

Stay with Me Now

“Oi, love — wake up, yeah?
The fog’s back again, thick as Mam’s cawl.
Fields hummin’. Trees got secrets this mornin’.
You comin’? Or you stayin’ in dreamland?”

“Alright then. Let’s walk.”

Dawn cracks slow through dragon’s breath,
Tarmac damp with the night’s last step.
Boots on grass, still warm from the ghosts,
Tima’s laugh in the hedge like she left a note.

Road signs all blur like they half-remember,
My shadow long like Taid that December.
Fog rolls low, like a belly-draggin’ beast,
But there’s tea in the flask, and a breeze from the east.

Birds above don’t sing — they chatter,
Trees all gossip like Mam said they matter.
“She’s still with you,” the wind half-hums,
But she ain’t in the mist — she’s in how I run.

Wake up now, love — it’s not just a dream,
There’s gold in the fog and hope in the stream.
Cwtsh up close to the breath of the land,
We walk with the ones still holdin’ our hand.

Got sheep starin’ like they seen a ghost,
But I just grin, “Morning, bois,” like a proper host.
Backpack light, full of old things I keep,
Pebble she painted, that note she wrote me.

Rained last night — I saw her in puddles,
Footsteps ahead, just outta reach muddled.
I don’t chase no more, I walk with the weather,
Me and the mist, we go on together.

It’s daft, innit? Talkin’ to fog like it listens,
But grief’s got rhythm — same as breathin’.
Each step’s a beat, each sigh’s a bar,
My girl’s a chorus hid in the dark.

Wake up now, love — it’s all still here,
In mud on the boots and the weight of the year.
Cwtsh up close to the hush in the breeze,
We carry their names in the bend of our knees.

Wake up, see, this ain’t just mist,
It’s memory in motion, it’s lips unkissed.
It’s Mam’s song hummin’ while she stirs the brew,
It’s all I lost and all I grew.

I’m not whole, but I’m still movin’,
Same valleys, same view, but now I’m choosin’,
To walk not run, to breathe not brace,
To love the echo, not just the face.

Got hiraeth like an ache in the back,
But I’d rather that than feel nothin’ at all, that’s fact.
So I leave a smile in the trail I take,
Whistlin’ low, sayin’ “Tima, time to wake.”

Wake up now, love — the hill’s still steep,
But we climb with the stories we promised to keep.
Cwtsh up close to the song in the stone,
In fog or fire, we’re never alone.

“Tea?”

“Knew you were comin’, see.”

Wake up

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Production: Blondie
Vocals: Blondie, jonny sé,  and lateau
Art: lateau, and Joe

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