L’envol de Tilmann

De la douceur avant toute chose. Fall au printemps est léger comme des cocottes en papier. Un titre baigné du soleil du matin qui donne envie de s’échapper, de s’évader, de s’esbigner vers un ailleurs paisible et poétique. Fall est extrait du premier EP de Tilmann, Chrysalis, recueil d’histoires à écouter loin des tumultes de la ville.

Chrysalis de Tilmann sort le 27 mai.

Tilmann – Fall

Now you don’t
recognize the places
nor recognize the faces
that you once knew so well
You’ve long belonged here boy but now you don’t

The trees, they have all turned gold
the houses they’ve grown old
You see the wrinkled eyes of old folks, they mean you’ve been gone too long

In the morning Haze
grab a coat and take a walk
through the withered alleyways
where you all used to play

Pick up a colchicum
pick up a yellow maple leaf
it’s time to light a fire
you can hear that they arrive

and they’ll hold you in their arms

It’s oh so sad, and also fun and silly
Remember that day, we poured chili in her tea
D’you remember her favourite tree

And by the end of the day
It’s cold outside come home to play
Same old game she taught us
We sure knew how to cheat and play

Breathing a brighter sky
It missed you so to see them stars
A joke a smoke the sweetest stroke,
with them around it feels so right

Morning birds in the sky
today is time to say goodbye
A last glance at their smiles
What season will you see next time ?