1,645,693 views Apr 16, 2024Shot in New Zealand during our Talk on Corners world tour in Feb 1998 and directed by Catherine Finkenstaedt, the music video for What Can I Do was re-released with this Tin Tin Out remix in August 1998 and peaked at No.3 in the UK charts. See this and more on our Talk on Corners celebration UK tour this November: https://www.livenation.co.uk/artist-t…
Khatia Buniatishvili – Un Violon sur le Sable (ROYAN) – Rachmaninov Concerto n°2 – 1e part.
6,383,632 views Aug 27, 2017
Khatia Buniatishvili interprète concerto n°2 pour piano de Rachmaninov (Adagio Sostenuto), accompagnée de Rachmaninov l’Orchestre d’Un Violon sur le Sable, sous la direction de Jérôme Pillement Un Violon sur le Sable est un ensemble de 3 concerts classiques et lyriques, présentant un programme hétéroclite et varié avec des solistes invités différent chaque soir, sur la plage de ROYAN (France) . Créé par Philippe Tranchet en 1987, Un Violon sur le sable se déroule en Juillet, couplé avec Un Violon sur la ville (festival “off”). A chaque concert, près de 50 000 spectateurs, mélomanes ou novices, petit ou grand, plongent dans un profond respect et une grande émotion, séduits aussi par le répertoire composé d’extraits des plus grandes oeuvres telle une véritable compilation classique et bon nombre d’oeuvres originales. Actualités, coulisses, images inédites, suivez-nous sur : Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/unviolonsur… Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/violonsurles… Twitter : https://twitter.com/violonroyan
I’ve worn out the stones in front of your doorstep Coming and going, coming and going You kept the lights on, I always knew that I should’ve said “thank you” a thousand miles ago But I pushed you away, put a pin in a map Then I got lost in the storm
Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes But you know that I had to go Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Moon hanging low over my window Shoebox of dreams hid under my bed Follow the bright light city of gold I had to leave to realize all I needed was here Mama, we both know that there’s nothing That a little time and Patsy Cline wouldn’t fix
Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes But you know that I had to go Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
I’ll just click my heels three more times There it all is, what’s always been mine
Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
When you feel your love’s been taken When you know there’s something missing In the dark, we’re barely hanging on Then you rest your head upon my chest And you feel like there ain’t nothing left I’m afraid that what we had is gone
Then I think of the start And it echoes a spark And I remember the magic electricity Then I look in my heart There’s a light in the dark Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me That I wanna keep Please don’t leave Please don’t leave
When you lay there and you’re sleeping Hear the patterns of your breathing And I tell you things you’ve never heard before Asking questions to the ceiling Never knowing what you’re thinking I’m afraid that what we had is gone
Then I think of the start And it echoes a spark And I remember the magic electricity Then I look in my heart There’s a light in the dark Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me That I wanna keep Please don’t leave Please don’t leave
And I want this to pass And I hope this won’t last Last too long
Then I think of the start And it echoes a spark And I remember the magic electricity Then I look in my heart There’s a light in the dark Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me That I wanna keep Please don’t leave Please don’t leave
Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
I feel it when you’re with me It happens when you kiss me That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside Your touch is soft and gentle Your kiss is warm and tender Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies
Love is like a butterfly The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Your laughter brings me sunshine Everyday is spring time And I am only happy when you are by my side How precious is this love we share How very precious, sweet and rare Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies
Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Last night as I lay dreamin’ Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein’ bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind Till first I came to anchor at The cross at Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June The day before the fair Where Ireland’s sons and daughters And friends assembled there The young, the old The brave and the bold came Their duty to fulfill At the parish church near Clooney A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to See what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley He’s as bold as ever still He used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one and only love She’s as white as any lily As gentle as a dove She threw her arms around Me, saying “Johnny, i love you still” She is Nell, the farmer’s daughter The pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her As in the days of old Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking As many’s the time before” But the cock, he crew in the morning He crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California Many miles from Spancil Hill
I’ve worn out the stones in front of your doorstep Coming and going, coming and going You kept the lights on, I always knew that I should’ve said “thank you” a thousand miles ago But I pushed you away, put a pin in a map Then I got lost in the storm
Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes But you know that I had to go Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Moon hanging low over my window Shoebox of dreams hid under my bed Follow the bright light city of gold I had to leave to realize all I needed was here Mama, we both know that there’s nothing That a little time and Patsy Cline wouldn’t fix
Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes But you know that I had to go Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
I’ll just click my heels three more times There it all is, what’s always been mine
Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home