Quelques notes assemblée suffisent à l'épanchement de nos émois. Entre disparition, naissance à fredonner, à l'album des si fugaces souvenirs. Les pages que l'on feuillette avec gourmandise. De celles qui nous revigorent, nous maintiennent en bouffées de joie.
Look I just screwed around with my favorite songs and some old photos. I made a collection of videos and this is by far the kindest set of comments. Which is, to me, a tribute to the band, and the fans it attracted. Quiet, humble, subtle, stark, beautiful.
Le temps ou son intemporalité .Régal musical. Deux minutes vingt quatre seconde. Pur bonheur, si celui-ci s'écoute entre subtilités et volume sans aucun contrôle. La joie surgit de cette frénésie instantanée, un bijou de haut vol. Sans diamètre, ni cage d'arpentage, ni mesures d'angles. Un vent sous envol éthéré, en rondeurs algébriques, les équations deviennent limpides. Celui qui transpose et décape en fines touches arpentées des instruments, ô voix .Subjugantes d'harmonies. Juste aimer cette chanson terriblement délicieuse. Radieuse. Luminescente. Un orchestre tellurique en deux minutes vingt quatre secondes. Cette once de temps, fugace, a pénétré définitivement mon esprit.
je suis presque certain que ce morceau - le meilleur d'entre tous, selon moi - a été composé en 30 minutes... pas plus. C'est un jaillissement, ça tombe du ciel comme ça, sans prévenir... comme un cadeau
I remember driving the road to the airport in order to pick up my dad. Then this song started, never listened to it before...It touched me so hard, I broke in tears. It reminded me to those teenage years when I discovered some of the music of my life.
Tableau de maître ou une composition à dévoiler sans pudeur. Tout bouge, dans la toile des nénuphars qui passent aux bonheurs de la vie. Ca bondit de partout en souvenirs incertains et si fugaces. Une sacrée mise en cime des souvenirs. Les bras balancent. La tête n'en parlons pas.Nos orteils suppliciés dansent la frénésie. Tout bondit, le corps disparaît .Album. Tout bouge, se fracasse en photos musicales. Mise en lumière des inspirations à composer. Une telle réjouissance défonce l'entendement ou la beauté de nos oreilles, si multiples.
Reminds me of my years from 10-15. My sister and I…had cousins who lived about 1 1/2 hours away, two boys and two girls. We took turns driving to each other’s places…when they came to us, I kept running outside, down the street, to keep checking when I could first get a glimpse of them…My older male cousin, Tom, and I would raise as much hell as we could for a day…my sister and Patty and Ginnie would hang out doing…girl stuff, I guess. My mom and her bf would be with their mom and dad, I had NO idea what they were talking about, may as well have been another language. Stuff memories are made of.
These guys are excellent unfortunately they would have done far better in the 60's early 70's. I love just getting lost practicing this so many different elements. Great stuff!
Sit around Sit around In the yard Where they are Where they go When it's cold Outside Company comes to make you feel accepted You do what the company wants to, asks for When it's cold outside
Quelques notes assemblée suffisent à l'épanchement de nos émois. Entre disparition, naissance à fredonner, à l'album des si fugaces souvenirs. Les pages que l'on feuillette avec gourmandise. De celles qui nous revigorent, nous maintiennent en bouffées de joie.
I tell everyone this is the most moving short song ever written they will ever hear in their lives.
So far? They all agree
why does this song make me cry
One of my favourite songs ever, not sure why. Under-rated band.
Look I just screwed around with my favorite songs and some old photos. I made a collection of videos and this is by far the kindest set of comments. Which is, to me, a tribute to the band, and the fans it attracted. Quiet, humble, subtle, stark, beautiful.
Thank you very much man, It is beautiful.
Le temps ou son intemporalité .Régal musical. Deux minutes vingt quatre seconde. Pur bonheur, si celui-ci s'écoute entre subtilités et volume sans aucun contrôle. La joie surgit de cette frénésie instantanée, un bijou de haut vol. Sans diamètre, ni cage d'arpentage, ni mesures d'angles. Un vent sous envol éthéré, en rondeurs algébriques, les équations deviennent limpides. Celui qui transpose et décape en fines touches arpentées des instruments, ô voix .Subjugantes d'harmonies. Juste aimer cette chanson terriblement délicieuse. Radieuse. Luminescente. Un orchestre tellurique en deux minutes vingt quatre secondes. Cette once de temps, fugace, a pénétré définitivement mon esprit.
je suis presque certain que ce morceau - le meilleur d'entre tous, selon moi - a été composé en 30 minutes... pas plus. C'est un jaillissement, ça tombe du ciel comme ça, sans prévenir... comme un cadeau
I remember driving the road to the airport in order to pick up my dad. Then this song started, never listened to it before...It touched me so hard, I broke in tears. It reminded me to those teenage years when I discovered some of the music of my life.
I always wished I could find a live version of this that goes for 5 minutes.
I heard this in a movie and instantly had to look it up! It's so good omg
This song and video made me cry. These are not crappy old photos. They are snapshots of lives and hearts.
Tableau de maître ou une composition à dévoiler sans pudeur. Tout bouge, dans la toile des nénuphars qui passent aux bonheurs de la vie. Ca bondit de partout en souvenirs incertains et si fugaces. Une sacrée mise en cime des souvenirs. Les bras balancent. La tête n'en parlons pas.Nos orteils suppliciés dansent la frénésie. Tout bondit, le corps disparaît .Album. Tout bouge, se fracasse en photos musicales. Mise en lumière des inspirations à composer. Une telle réjouissance défonce l'entendement ou la beauté de nos oreilles, si multiples.
Reminds me of my years from 10-15. My sister and I…had cousins who lived about 1 1/2 hours away, two boys and two girls. We took turns driving to each other’s places…when they came to us, I kept running outside, down the street, to keep checking when I could first get a glimpse of them…My older male cousin, Tom, and I would raise as much hell as we could for a day…my sister and Patty and Ginnie would hang out doing…girl stuff, I guess. My mom and her bf would be with their mom and dad, I had NO idea what they were talking about, may as well have been another language. Stuff memories are made of.
❤❤❤❤❤ I wish, I could play the Guitar 🥰
I like the feelies a lot , but this song is just simple and I love since the first time I heard it
I agree completely with the four previous comments. One of my favorite songs from an album, The Good Earth, that remember fondly.
Well done. Like the photos and love the music.
Great band. Great song.
Simple and beautiful for it
The photos aren't crappy. The world before cellphones and social media was loving and cool.
That was a great addition to the video!
Superb
These guys are excellent unfortunately they would have done far better in the 60's early 70's. I love just getting lost practicing this so many different elements. Great stuff!
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REM took a lot of Inspiration from the Feelies. Very REM sound.
*that I remember
Lyrics?
Sit around
Sit around
In the yard
Where they are
Where they go
When it's cold
Outside
Company comes to make you feel accepted
You do what the company wants to, asks for
When it's cold outside