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Celtic Music est une immersion authentique dans l'univers vibrant du folklore celtique traditionnel. À travers des mélodies riches et chaleureuses, Florian B. vous invite à voyager sur les terres mystiques des légendes bretonnes et médiévales. Accordéons joyeux, guitares entraînantes et voix envoûtantes célèbrent la mémoire des chants anciens et racontent des histoires intemporelles. Laissez-vous porter par cette musique qui traverse les âges avec poésie et passion. Idéal pour les amoureux d’histoire, de tradition et d'évasion.

La ville que j'ai tant aimée

I want to live like this
To yearn for what I can’t have
Losing you over and over again
Without ever really having you

I Want To Live Like This

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He jumped off the box-car
In Eastbourne, the beast born
In him was too hungry to hide;

His neck in grief's grommet,
He groaned through his vomit
At the churn
And the yearn
At the turn of the tide.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He headed him soon
For a sad-lit saloon
In back of the edge of the strand,
Where a man almost ended
Sat down and extended

His speckled,
Blue-knuckled
And cuckolded
Hand.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Cried, The wind broke my marriage in two.
Clean through the bones of it,
Christ how it blew!
I got no tomorrow
And sorrow
Is tough to rescind;
So, forgive me if I should break wind, son,
Forgive me
If I should break wind.

At this the bartender
Addressed the agenda,
A dish-cloth kept dabbing his eye,
Said, Pardon intrusion
Upon your effusion
Of loss but none wooed it
Or rued it
As I.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

For after the eve of Yvonne,
My God, how it hurts now the woman has gone!
Heart-sick as a dog,
I roll on like a log
Down the roaring black river
Where once sailed
A swan.

Then the dog on the floor,
Who'd not spoken before,
Growled, Ain't it the truth you guys said?
I may be a son-
Of-a-bitch but that bitch

Was my Sun
And she dumped me,
The bitch did,
For dead.

[OUTRO]
So three lonely guys in the night and a hound
Drank up, and they headed them out to the Sound,
Threw up, then they threw themselves
In and they
Drowned.

O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye


The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowboy version)

To Be Human is a journey told in seven quiet songs.
Seven rooms of the heart.
Seven ways of feeling what words often fail to say.

This is music for those who carry more than they show - 
the ones who sense before they speak,
who feel others’ pain in their own bodies,
and who search for meaning not in noise,
but in stillness.

Each track unfolds like a page from an inner life:
shadows that speak,
questions we whisper,
memories that still breathe in the dark.

These songs don’t shout.
They stay with you.
And in them, you may hear your own echo.

Not to explain what it means to be human—
but to remember it.


Where the Shadows Go

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Dark streets. Dim lights.
A piano plays while the smoke curls upward.
This is “Two Sides” – Foss at his most noir.

Spoken groove meets jazz noir.
Trompeter og trenchcoats, elegante trusler, og en kvinne med røde hæler.
Et sted mellom Piaf og portvin.
Two sides to every story. This is one of them.

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