The tellers

De simples mots, mais tous ces mots, ça fait mOi...





Mais moi, c'est aussi...

Que serait The Tellers sans la voix carressante et légèrement éraillé de Ben ?
Tout simplement : Pas grand chose...


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Charles, lui, se concentre sur sa guitare...d'où son talent ! Je pourrais rester des heures à écouter sa musique...



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• Titre : More
• Album : Hands full of Ink
• Année : 2007

Paroles :

More

Well, I guess I'm a fucker cause I saw how
You looked at me the other night.
Now, landscape is passing slowly infront of my headlights.

Oh hey no, you don't need me, no x 2

More, give me more
and give me more,
You know I'd die for you,
Little whore.
One day you'll see I'll probably become me.

Oh hey no, you don't need me, no x 2

Live in a bubble,
Slip on the curls,
I will never understand girls.

(B.B.)

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• Titre : Hugo
• Album : Hands full of Ink
• Année : 2007

Paroles :

Hugo
Hugo the spider put his hat on
Stole four pairs of shoes
And left the attic and his Mum
Well he's fooling around with a bumblebee
Talking about love for two pounds twenty

Hugo come back, Hugo come back
Love is a trap, love is a trap
Well, Hugo come back, Hugo come back
Hugo come back and listen to your friends
Cause love's always a trap in the end

Hugo the spider lost in the city
Nothing to eat and his bag is too heavy
Full of disillusion Hugo fell asleep
And got crushed by a bike's white wheel

Hugo come back, Hugo come back
Love is a trap, love is a trap
Well, Hugo come back, Hugo come back
Hugo come back and listen to your friends
Cause love's always a trap in the end

Hugo you are not one of those fools
I beg you please don't follow their rules
And Hugo I beg you please would you come back to me
Cause love is a trap, it's a trap

Hugo come back, Hugo come back
Love is a trap, love is a trap
Well, Hugo come back, Hugo come back
Hugo come back and listen to your friends
Cause love's always a trap in the end

And Hugo the spider put his hat on
Stopped for a pair of shoes
And left the attic and his Mum
Well he's fooling around with a bumble bee
Talking about love for two pounds twenty

And Hugo your Mother, well she put her hat on
Spat on every girl and said goodbye to her beloved son
Hugo's not back, Hugo's not back
That was a trap, that was a trap
Hugo's not back, Hugo's not back
That was a trap (ain't it)
Hugo's not back, no doubt it's the end
Cause that was a trap again

Hugo come back, Hugo come back
Hugo come back, Hugo come back
Hugo come back, Hugo come back
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh ohhh...