before the sky would open - So The Wind Won't Blow It All Away

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fire
lady days

valet
fire
2008

inca ore
lady days
2008

(française version)
"tournent tournent mille lèvres qui me parlent de mort".
Comme Joseph Ghosn, j'ouvre une rubrique, "j'écoute ce disque".
Jean Louis Murat. J'écoute ce disque, Tristan. Quarante trois minutes et quelques secondes plus tard. "vous périrez ma chère peut-être même m'entendrez vous chanter"
Alain Bashung. J'écoute ce disque bleu pétrole. "Je tuerai la pianiste pour ce qu'elle a fait de moi". Cinquante minutes et trente cinq secondes plus tard.
Gavin Friday. J'écoute ce disque "each man kills the thing he loves". La chanson. TROIS MINUTES CINQUANTE SECONDES PLUS TARD, je décide de donner la parole aux femmes (sourires).
Diamanda Galas. Dont j'espère, début de semaine prochaine, le fort à-propos, en l'occasion, nommé "guilty guilty guilty". En attendant, j'écoute You must be certain of the devil. Jusqu'à la malédiction finale. Une large demi-heure plus tard, l'Eternel est mon berger et danse "before my eyes the endless murder of my soul..."
Valet. J'écoute ce disque "naked acid". ...let us see ourselves in holy water... Apportez sel, cendres et vin ! et expions, Alexandre, expions ! Quarante trois minutes et cinquante secondes plus tard.
Inca Ore. J'écoute ce disque "Birthday of bless you". Que seront, désormais, mes jours ?

(englikhtonian version)
"turn they turn the thousand lips that speak to me about death".
Like Joseph Ghosn, I open a column, "I listen to this rec".
Jean Louis Murat. I listen to this rec, Tristan. Forty three minutes and some seconds later. "you will perish my dear and perhaps you will hear me sing"
Alain Bashung. I listen to this rec blue oil. "I'll kill the pianist for what she made of me" Fifty minutes and thirty five seconds later.
Gavin Friday. I listen to this rec "each man kills the thing he loves." The song. THREE MINUTES AND FIFTY SECONDS LATER, I decide to hand over the voice to women (smiles).
Diamanda Galas. Of whom I hopefully wait, early next week, in strong relevant opportunity called "guilty guilty guilty." Meanwhile, I listen You must be certain of the devil. Until the final malediction. A broad half-hour later, the Lord is my shepherd and dances "before my eyes the endless murder of my soul..."
Valet. I listen to this rec "naked acid". ...let us see ourselves in holy water...
Salt, ashes and wine, let us expiate, Alexander, let's expiate! Forty three minutes and fifty seconds later.
Inca Ore. I listen to this rec "Birthday of bless you". "How am I gonna spend my lady days..."