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Jeune Fille Aux Cheveux Blancs - Various - Now Hear This! 41 (CD)


2006
Label: Word Magazine - 41 • Format: CD Compilation • Country: UK • Genre: Electronic, Jazz, Rock, Reggae, Blues, Pop, Folk, World, & Country • Style: Folk Rock, Country Rock, Blues Rock, Country, Acoustic, Downtempo
Jeune Fille Aux Cheveux Blancs - Various - Now Hear This! 41 (CD)

L'enfance d'un censeur; Quand Jules Simon professe; Lacordaire prend le relais; En droit; Procureur; Le second empire, terreau idéal pour la censure; À Paris; Premiers combats m.

Je suis à l'age où l'on ne dort nulle part Les seuls lits dont je rêve sont des quais de gare J'ai loué un placard pour mes robes d'hiver J'ai tué les parents. Oh je veux partir sur la seule route où il y a du vent Je suis la jeune fille aux cheveux blancs. Mon amoureux dit qu'il ne me connaît pas Il vit loin de tout, il vit trop loin de moi Sur le plus haut volcan où l'amour est.

Slowmotion Smile Quinn. Great collectors item. CD as given with The Word magazine. CD in mint/near mint condition in jewelcase. My Baby Love the Western Violence Stephen Yerkey. Elusive Scott Matthews.

La Jeune Fille Aux Cheveux Blancs (The Young Girl With White Hair): there is an irresistible combination of sounds in this song. The end, in particular, is great! 2: Ta Douleur (Your Pain): this is one of the coolest pop songs that I've heard in awhile. The music varies in tempo and rhythm.

Camille's voice is at the forefront of 'Le Fil', with her voice acting as many of the instruments, layered on top of each other, producing a beautiful soundscape at times; this a capella style is most prominent on the songs 'Janine I', 'II' and 'III', songs linked by lyrics and general melody, but are all very different in style/5().


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  • Shakajin

    He I loved, he doesn’t know me anymore. Far away he lives, just too far to adore. Upon love’s ashes high where the volcano roars. He’ll make his way home tomorrow. Oh how I want to set upon the lonely windy road. A girl of snow-white hair grown so old. Oh how I want to set upon the lonely windy road. A girl of snow-white hair grown so old.

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