Kings of Convenience – Soirée de Poche #11 – La Blogothèque

English translated from French: There were two, they spoke little, wanted to repeat as calm, take time to nap. They had a clear idea of what they wanted, what provision, which room, what a sound, and showed themselves impassive face of our attempts to impose our rhythm. We used to govern the evenings of pocket , push and motivate artists to warm the public to write an outline. But then, no, we were not the masters. The teachers called Erlend and Eirik, the Kings of Convenience . Shortly before the arrival of the public, I tried to convince them to start in another room than the one prepared. Erlend me off: “I’m very anxious. Let me feel comfortable, and you’ll see … . Eirik behind, smiled: “There is always a moment when something happens that was not expected.” It was as if they had any writing. They were waiting for the public in a back room, playing quietly. We have joined with their signal, they told us where we sit, we have requested not to applaud, to rub our hands instead. Erlend was obsessed with the investment, he would turn his back to anyone, everyone hears it, and asked calmly. We soon realized that all he wanted was to gently crack the shell. And it was deliciously market. We initially felt that there was something unusual, a little crazy when we saw them to look. There was not even singing, just a few arpeggios floating in the air and created a bubble, a small cocoon in which we sat and carefully. Eirik and Erlend not leave your eyes. And then they sang

Downloadable sheet music: Poche – Can You Do It?

Beirut – A Sunday Smile (Soirée de poche 2009, Paris) (subtitulado)

All I want is the best for our lives my dear, and you know my wishes are sincere. Whats to say for the days I cannot bare. A Sunday smile you wore it for a while. A Sunday mile we paused and sang. A Sunday smile you wore it for a while. A Sunday mile we paused and sang. A Sunday smile and we felt true. (and) We burnt to the ground left a view to admire with buildings inside church of white. We burnt to the ground left a grave to admire. And as we reach for the sky, reach the church of white. A Sunday smile you wore it for a while. A Sunday mile we paused and sang. A Sunday smile you wore it for a while. A Sunday mile we paused and sang. A Sunday smile and we felt true. (and)

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