Soul voice: Ο πολυσυζητημένος Rag’n’Bone Man σε μία μοναδική live ακουστική εκτέλεση του κομματιού "Skin", που βρίσκουμε στο φετινό δεύτερο δίσκο του, Human.
Με τη φωνάρα και το συναίσθημα που βγάζει ο Rag’n’Bone Man, αυτή η εκτέλεση του "Skin", είναι μία από τις περιπτώσεις που ένα τραγούδι επαναπροσδιορίζεται.
The Artist: Rag’n’Bone Man (Essex, England)
The Track: "Skin"
The Album: Human (2017)
The Sound: Soul, Pop-Soul, blues, accoustic
And Says...
When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I'll be thinking about you
About you
Seconds from my heart
A bullet from the dark
Helpless, I surrender
Shackled by your love
Holding me like this
With poison on your lips
Only when it's over
The silence hits so hard
'Cause it was almost love, it was almost love
It was almost love, it was almost love
When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I'll be thinking about you
About you
When I run out of air to breathe
It's your ghost I see
I'll be thinking about you, about you
It was almost love, it was almost
We bleed ourselves in vain
How tragic…
Με τη φωνάρα και το συναίσθημα που βγάζει ο Rag’n’Bone Man, αυτή η εκτέλεση του "Skin", είναι μία από τις περιπτώσεις που ένα τραγούδι επαναπροσδιορίζεται.
The Artist: Rag’n’Bone Man (Essex, England)
The Track: "Skin"
The Album: Human (2017)
The Sound: Soul, Pop-Soul, blues, accoustic
And Says...
When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I'll be thinking about you
About you
Seconds from my heart
A bullet from the dark
Helpless, I surrender
Shackled by your love
Holding me like this
With poison on your lips
Only when it's over
The silence hits so hard
'Cause it was almost love, it was almost love
It was almost love, it was almost love
When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I'll be thinking about you
About you
When I run out of air to breathe
It's your ghost I see
I'll be thinking about you, about you
It was almost love, it was almost
We bleed ourselves in vain
How tragic…
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