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The Ranger

The Ranger [Wah-Wah Mix]

Des mots à double sens pour cette chanson  délicate..
https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/track/3OMAy0TRSnw1dIcpIHBQWa
Paroles:
Au temps des saisons romantiques,
J'étais toujours l'as de pique.
Aimer l'amour est sans issue,
La rhétorique est bien connue.
Dans le parfum des mirabelles,
Je consommais l'amour précoce,
Au matin me faisais la belle,
On me traitait de sale gosse.

Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans laisser d'adresse,
c'est laisser le temps se défaire, de nous.
Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans la moindre liesse,
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de tout.

Au temps des saisons atypiques,
Je ne suis plus l'as de pique.
Aimer l'amour est un non sens,
Comme une effluve de l'enfance.
Le paradoxe est à venir,
J'aime le temps des anicroches.
Ou se mêlaient les souvenirs,
Les soupirs et les double croches.

Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans laisser d'adresse,
c'est laisser le temps se défaire, de nous.
Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans la moindre liesse,
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de tout.
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de nous.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète.


A refined song that evokes a certain romanticism, in which words and their meaninglessness are important.
Lyrics:
In the time of the romantic seasons,
I was always the ace of spades.
To love love is a way out,
The rhetoric is well known.
In the scent of mirabelle plums,
I consummated precocious love,
In the morning I was beautiful,
I was called a bad kid.

The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to go without leaving an address,
it is to let the world get rid of us.
The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to fly without the slightest jubilation,
It's letting the world get rid of everything.

In the time of atypical seasons,
I'm no longer the ace of spades.
To love love is nonsense,
like a scent of childhood.
The paradox is yet to come,
I like the time of hiccups.
Where memories were mingled,
the sighs and the sixteenth notes.

The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to go without leaving an address,
it is to let the world get rid of us.
The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It's to go away without
 the slightest jubilation is to let the world get rid of everything. It's letting time get rid of us. Christian PERUTI author, composer, performer.

Le bas filé

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*I found one who howls only in Db and a pack  who howl  exclusively  in F and 
  put this together for them 
* no autotune !

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