Soundtrack from Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain. Track # 13 : La Dispute. + Informações

From the album "Somewhere at the Bottom of the River Between Vega and Altair". + Informações

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La dispute - such small hands. With lyrics. + Informações

This is a song from Amélie. Yann Tiersen made this song and it is a beautiful song. This song is called La Dispute.. + Informações

It's the second new track off La Dispute's upcoming full length "Wildlife." Pre-order the LP now! www.nosleepstore.com Lyrics: After sundown, before sleeping, I am the worst of me. I am a mess of these Old themes and the murmur of half-dreams whisper seductively and Stage scenes. It's fear fiction, these visions, caught somewhere between delusion and prophesy. What I haven't done, what I've wanted to, and what I fear you have Becomes reality here. Bright lights in the young night keep to the beat. A classic party scene, crowded and interesting. No love, no life, no history. Just touch, just chemistry, just A roaring undercurrent simple and sensory. Young bodies, warm skin, perfect symmetry and It's a moment, harmless. It's energy. It's like medicine, It's self-discovery. See, all the secrets I keep, why are they secrets? It's only temporary, that fleeting feeling of warmth, Just a flash before the line gets blurry, Between a longing for more than what the body wants now and What the body wants now more than anything. Was it integrity that kept my hands to myself or Just the thought of getting too far ahead of you? Was it that I got too tired of the consequence? Or was I just scared? I only know I never wanted to get left behind. No pauses, not a second guess. First a swaying then a stumble then a swagger. They're just movements towards feeling. It doesn't matter Neither hesitates to carry on a kind of energy, Sweat and block out everything to Find every aperture and .... + Informações

Country: USA Album: Somewhere at the Bottom of the River Between Vega and Altair www.myspace.com You still cross my mind from time to time. And I mostly smile. Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why So I retrace our every step with an unsure pen, Trying to figure out what my head thinks, But, my head just ain't what it used to be. And then again, what's the point anyway? I remember you ascending all the stairs up to the balcony To see if you could see me - hidden quietly away And I remember the skin of your fingers, The spot three quarters up I'd always touch when I was out of things to say. You held my hand, but you were too afraid to speak, you were too afraid to speak and I could never understand. I remember when you leaned in quick to kiss me, and I swear, That not a single force on earth could stop the trembling of my hand, And I remember how you smiled through the smoke In a crowded little coffeehouse and laughed at all my jokes. And I remember the way that you dressed and, How we wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat And I remember when I knew that you'd be leaving, how I barely kept up breathing And I bet if I had to do it all again, I'd feel the same pain, And I remember panicked circles in the terminal in tears. How I wept to god in fits. I've hated airports ever since. It must be true what people say, that only time can heal the pain. And every single day I feel it fade away, but - I still remember how the distance tricked us, And lead .... + Informações

La dispute - damaged goods With lyrics. + Informações

yeah i've recently noticed this band in AP. enjoy. lyrics: Don't call this an art project. This is science, this is progress. And don't pretend these are heartfelt words, we are Children dressed as surgeons but disturbed by the sight of our scars. And now we carry scalpels to trace the scarring resting somewhere On the line between my house, your heart and into your home. Where you lay sleeping like a ceiling fan in winter, Gently turning as the wind reaches it's fingers through the window Just to hold you, like I held you. Pressed like a rose between my fingers or like stones I keep in pockets meant to weigh me underwater. These scars will fade away but never disappear, my dear. We'll raise our fists like lightning to rods to god and If he strikes us down, Then he strikes us down. But first, let him hear us speak: We are like the legacy of thunderstorms we watched and swore in doorways, "we will never be the same again." I can feel you healing and I hate it, (Like a harpist without hands you only bang the strings You used to love to touch so much) To hear the dissonance drain violently and then dissolve Like all the songs I sang but never once could make you smile. My god, I would kill to make you smile. And reach out to my hands, soft and frail, To make good on the love that you swear still exists, and still thrives Though we've buried our bodies in blood (and old lies, Like, "I'm fine" and "you look so much better than him" But don't trust the surgeon with your heart .... + Informações

1978. San Diego. I'd just come out the other side of a relationship that blew up...I was angry, and disillusioned, and ultimately self-destructive. I'd lost everything I believed in ...I was as utterly, completely alone as I've ever been. So I began going on walks. I started taking late-night walks around the San Diego suburb I was living in at the time. I'd start walking early evening, and come back close to midnight, sometimes later. Walking and thinking and chewing over what had gone wrong with my life. One night, at Fourth and E Streets, I got mugged and beaten by a street gang?sent me to the hospital with serious intimations of mortality. When the ER techs asked what my religion was, I refused to answer. I made my private peace with the universe, content with whatever was going to happen, live or die. Then something happened. I got angry. I got angry because I still had stories to tell. So I fought back. It took two months to fully recover. But two things came out of that incident. First, I have no fear of death. None whatsoever. Second, as soon as I was well enough, I started walking again, sometimes until 3 or 4 in the morning through parts of town that made even street people nervous. When people asked what I was doing out there, the only answer I could give was, "I'm looking for something." So I kept walking through some of the most dangerous parts of San Diego, before it got cleaned up, when it was still home to hookers and drunks and gangs. Finally, one .... + Informações

Me playing 'La dispute' from the soundrack of Amelie', composed by Yann Tiersen. This is the piano version, in the film its played by an accordion. I play it on my e-piano. Just for fun, its not flawless :-(. + Informações

For sheet music visit: www.vladtepesdrac.com My interpretation of the beautiful piece "La Dispute" on Hohner alto melodica and piano solo. Composed by Yann Tiersen. Performed by me.... + Informações

I recall once on the church steps, When I moved to kiss your chest, How we paid such close attention To each sweet and stuttered breath, I should've stopped to paint our picture, Captured honest pure affection, Just to document the difference between attraction and connection. I can see all of my friends and I break into empty buildings, When the coast was clear, With backpacks full of beer, We'd throw our bottles from the rooftops At the city; it looked endless. Guess I still don't see the difference between real purpose and that urgent adolescence. And I remember in a basement sharing sweat With all these stranger boys and girls, "We'll change the world!" We sang, "We'll change the world!" But, Nothing seems to change and They say none of them will listen, But I still see much more power in that basement than in heartless politicians. And if we get beaten by this winter, If we get strangled by regret, just Let our love of life and tension Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and Have them lay us in a basement, Smash some bottles on the ground, and Say we couldn't tell the difference between the feeling and the sound, Remember not our faulty pieces, Remember not our rusted parts, It's not the petty imperfections that define us but The way we hold our hearts, And the way we hold our heads, I hope they write your names beside mine on my gravestone when I'm dead. And when we're dead let our voices carry on To find a better song. To find a better song and sing along.. + Informações

La Dispute - How I Feel From their split with Touche Amore called, Searching For A Pulse/The Worth Of The World Lyrics: I say a drink might help me sleep, I say I don't sleep much at all these days, I say it's cold, Besides, I'm broken. Hard as earth the love of the past, The worth of the world has frozen Still. Like the sheet of ice collecting on the windshield of my car. Where I caught my reflection frozen in the glass, A perfect broken image of the future I'd envisioned in the past- Corrupted by fate now, fractured, and fading away. Replace all I felt promised to me. To be the one who figured it out, Who knew what to do, Who knew how to feel and Felt that Love of the past, The worth of the world, Just set it ablaze and Thaw me out. Dim lit in a room dark red, where I said, "Can't seem to break off from the way I felt, but I guess you understand, man. We had no chance. I'm tired of fighting with the hand I've been dealt. So, I take the cards they give me And keep my protest on the inside of my mouth. If the best I can do ain't gonna stop what's coming, What's the point in trying to change how the hand plays out? Don't we all just die? When you looked at the light Did it hurt your eyes? When you looked at the light Did it hurt you Like it hurt me?. + Informações

KING PARK Another shooting on the southeast side. This a drive-by, mid-day, Outside of the bus stop, by Fuller and Franklin. Or near there. Not far from the park. About a block from where the other shooting was last month. Or was it last week? Shots were fired from an SUV heading northbound, Eastown, The target a rival but they didn't hit the target this time. They hit a kid we think had nothing to do with it. And I travel backwards through time and space and I disintegrate, become invisible. I want to see it where I couldn't when it happened. I want to see it all first hand this time. I want to know what it felt like. So I float behind police lines, reconstruct the scene in fragments of memories. I want to know what his mother looked like up close, I want to see her leaning over his body. So I float there, transcend time. I want to capture it accurately. I want to know what the color of the blood was spilling out from the tarp onto the concrete. I want to write it all down so I can always remember. If you could see it up close how could you ever forget how senseless death, how precious life. I want to be there when the bullet hit. And the crowd poured out as the shots drowned into siren sounds, out of there houses now And over front yards, all the way up to the place where the police tape ran to mark the crime Scene. Everybody trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening, Of what was going on between the ambulance and all the cop cars. Everybody gossiping, "Whose kid .... + Informações

You still cross my mind from time to time. And I mostly smile. Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why So I retrace our every step with an unsure pen, Trying to figure out what my head thinks, But my head just ain't what it used to be. And then again, what's the point anyway? I remember you ascending all the stairs up to the balcony To see if you could see me - hidden quietly away And I remember the skin of your fingers, The spot three quarters up I'd always touch when I was out of things to say. You held my hand, but you were too afraid to speak and I could never understand. I remember when you leaned in quick to kiss me, and I swear, That not a single force on earth could stop the trembling of my hand, And I remember how you smiled through the smoke In a crowded little coffeehouse and laughed at all my jokes. And I remember the way that you dressed and, How we wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat And I remember when I knew that you'd be leaving, how I barely kept up breathing And I bet if I had to do it all again, I'd feel the same pain, And I remember panicked circles in the terminal in tears. How I wept to god in fits. I've hated airports ever since. It must be true what people say, that only time can heal the pain. And every single day I feel it fade away, but - I still remember how the distance tricked us, And lead us helpless by the wrist into a pit to be devoured. I still remember how we held so strong to this, Though we had never really .... + Informações

From "Vancouver" (oh crashing airplane, where were you the day she left?) underneath the laughs there lies a need that nobody is getting. and an honesty that doesn't stretch far enough to show us all how much this will mean to us, my dear. and when we're old we'll tell ourselves that we did everything that we could to save this. but now--we do nothing. i've slept for twenty years, but i've acted strong at least if you're leaving again, then you're leaving again and you're gone. and i feel nothing anymore, so just keep walking away thirty-thousand steps, i'll watch you for every second and never feel alone. i've been sleeping for at least the last two years my dear, my princess, my sister, my lover, my friend. i made you a bed of thorns for every rose you ever left outside my door, that's all you ever left me. lay your scars out in rows, lay your scars out in rows, lay your scars out in rows to show me what i've done to you. lay your scars out in rows, lay your scars out in rows, it was my weakness that couldn't save us. so lay your scars out in rows, so lay your scars out in rows, so lay your scars out in rows for me. we were one, and what are we now? (act strong, at least and don't turn around. if i'm leaving, then i'm leaving, and i'm leaving, and i'm gone.) we move as one.. + Informações

La Dispute performing during Krazy Fest 2011 @ Expo Five in Louisville, KY on May 21, 2011. Setlist: New Storms For Older Lovers The Castle Builders Bury Your Flame a Departure How I Feel (featuring Jeremy from Touche Amore) Why It Scares Me (featuring Jeremy from Touche Amore) Sad Prayers For Guilty Bodies Said the King to the River Damaged Goods. + Informações

Just the song. No video.. + Informações

La dispute - Shall Never Lose Its Power with lyrics. + Informações

La Dispute - Twelve. Last track on Here, Hear III Lyrics: Walked into find you sitting in your kitchen, softly singing, "Someone carry me away." If there's always someone leaving. Will we ever stop believing that the winter fits us perfectly? Isn't someone always coming? Once the summers up and running Won't you feel warm with me? But we're so tired of when we don't make mistakes But things get torn away. And we're so scared of losing faith That we can't put things back together when they break. Walked into find you staring out the window at a city Holding memories of older times and how'd she'd gone away. And we sang through smoke and rum and coke and Promised with our pity, man, one day, I swear we'll be ok. Walked into find you sitting in your kitchen, softly singing, "Someone carry me away.". + Informações

La dispute - See You In Vancouver . With lyrics. + Informações

La Dispute performing "King Park" live at the Jackpot in Lawrence, KS on 3/27/2012. The tour was with Balance and Composure, All Get Out, and Saint Hood Reps.. + Informações

Tiny venue. Awesome set. If the camera is shaky at all, sorry. I was getting into it quite a bit. + Informações

I was looking for a video like this and couldn't find one at all. It made me sad, because I love this song so much. So, I took matters into my own hands and made this video. :D. + Informações