lundi, octobre 16, 2006

Ray Lamontagne - Till The Sun Turns Black




Ray LaMontagne was born in Nashua, New Hampshire in 1974 to a constantly traveling mother and a violent musician father who abandoned the family during Ray's childhood. Because of his father's background in music, LaMontagne refrained from most musical activity, instead spending much of his time reading fantasy novels in the forest.[1] His mother moved him and his five siblings to wherever she could find work. As a result, LaMontagne struggled in school and has been quoted as saying, "I didn't like school at all. I didn't engage. I was a misfit, an oddball, always getting into fights. It wasn't pleasant."[2] Ray lived in Morgan, Utah, a small rural farming town in his earlier years where he attended middle school and his freshman year at Morgan High. He barely graduated high school and moved away from his family immediately afterward.[3]

LaMontagne found a job at a shoe factory in Lewiston, Maine where worked 65 hours a week. One morning at 4am, LaMontagne heard Stephen Stills' song "Treetop Flyer" on the radio as it awoke him for his early shift.[4] After purchasing the Stills Alone album, LaMontagne decided that he wanted to start a career as a singer-songwriter and quit his job at the shoe factory.[5] LaMontagne began touring in 1999, although he maintained a side job as a carpenter.[4] In the summer of 1999, LaMontagne amassed 10 songs for a demo that he sent to Chrysalis Music Publishing.[3] -- wikipédia


J'ai écouté quelques chose de sympa en fin de semaine. Si vous aimez le folk, country et les douces mélodies, je vous recommande d'écouter ce que fait cet artiste. C'est aussi un peu "jazzy" par moment.

1. Be Here Now
2. Empty
3. Barfly
4. Three More Days
5. Can I Stay
6. You Can Bring Me Flowers
7. Gone Away from Me
8. Lesson Learned
9. Truly, Madly, Deeply
10. Till the Sun Turns Black
11. Within You


De plus, si vous aimez le look "Jesus", vous serez comblé. Ray Lamontagne aborde le même style facial que le Christ.


source :

  1. Martin, Gavin. "Ray LaMontagne: Troubled Soul and Backwaters Blues from Camera-Shy Maine Man", UNCUT, September 2004.
  2. "Ray LaMontagne: Born under a bad sign", The Independent, June 18 2006.
  3. Chrysalis Music Publishing: Ray LaMontagne. Last accessed October 10, 2006
  4. Williamson, Nigel. "Old School, New Class", The Times, Setepmber 2004.
  5. "One to Watch: Ray LaMontagne", The Fly, September 2004.

1 commentaire:

EtienneBB a dit...

Salut! Voici les paroles de la chanson empty! pour le traduction, les paroles sont assez simple, mais je ne suis pas poète alors toute la magie dispaît!

She lifts her skirt up to her knees (elle lève sa robe jusqu'à ses genoux)
walks through the garden rose (marche au travers un jardin de rose)
with her bare feet laughing (avec le rire de ses pieds dénudés)

I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell
in my disasters

I walk on down the hill
through grass grown tall
and brown and still
it's hard somehow
to let go of my pain

On past the busted back
of that old and rusted Cadillac
that sinks into this fields
collecting rain

well I always feel this way
so empty
so estranged

and of these cut throat busted sunsets
these cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary

If through my cracked and dusty
dime store lips
I spoke these words out loud
would no one hear me?

Lay your blouse across the chair
let fall the flowers
from your hair
and kiss me
with that country mouth
so plain

outside the rain is tapping
on the leaves
to me it sounds like
they're applauding us
the quiet love
we've made

well I always feel this way
so empty
so estranged

well I looked my demons in the eyes
lay bare my chest
said do your best
destroy me

you see I've been to hell and back
so many times
I must admit
you kinda bore me

there's a lot of things
that can kill a man
there's a lot of ways
to die
yes, and some already did
and walk beside me

there's a lot of things
I don't understand
why so many people lie
it's the hurt I hide that fuels
the fire inside me

well I always feel this way
so empty
so estranged