Original version released on “Elvis in Acapulco” (2013)
lyrics
Sitting in a car or lying on a roof,
standing by the fire or pissing on the roots,
walking on the dam, proudly, at noon,
looking at the road signs or singing an old tune.
People spend their time staring at the sky,
you never know why.
Every passing hour of every passing day,
from the bottom to the top, from the thief
to the cop,
whatever comes a day, no matter what you say,
this is just that simple, there’s nothing
you can change.
People spend their time staring at the sky,
you never know why
credits
from MicrOrgan,
released May 15, 2014
Alex Tual (drums)
Jacques Auvergne (upright bass)
Goulven Hamel (acoustic guitar, mandolin, backing vocals)
Vassili Caillosse (dobro)
Pierre-Vital Gérard (vocals, acoustic guitar, backing vocals)
Thomas Schaettel (micrOrgan, backing vocals, percussions)
Erudite chamber pop that hearkens back to the elegant and experimental production of the 1960s, swinging from melancholia to playfulness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2016