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2017
Dedicated to Sarah from Arganil

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On the hill where everythin' has burned,
my nostrils can smell this bloody place had turned
into a desert
with no hope,
only this dirt,
evrery tree'd be fine to bear my rope...
The mist came upon my home on wheels
and brung me a twist : Sarah came like a ghost to chill.
I'm condamned to move,
life can't bear when I stand still.
Nothing to prove...
On the hill where everythin' has burned,
my nostrils can smell this bloody place had turned
into a desert,
with no hope,
only this dirt,
evrery tree'd be fine to bear my rope.
Oh then the mist came upon my home on wheels
and brung me a twist : Sarah came like a ghost to chill...
I won't stay
even if flowers grow on a dead land,
'till sunrays have warmed up my cold body on the sand.
I'm condamned to move,
life can't bear when I stand still.
Nothing to prove.

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from The red sunset / Sad reggae, released July 14, 2019

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Mournful Skank France

Mournful Skank is an experimental project exploring sad reggae, acoustic dark dub, hybrid skank ;)

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My music is influenced by William Blake, les Béru, Coil, the Gladiators, Horace Andy, Dead Combo, Portishead, Tom Waits, Castaneda. Ainsi parlait Zarathoustra.
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