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release: Hard Target Jann Halexander I love you 2003-2009 - Franco-German Edition


Hard Target Jann Halexander I love you 2003-2009

When talking Song of the French, it rarely evokes the singer Jann Halexander , which is nevertheless a loyal following in recent years. Comparisons with Jacques Brel, Jean Guidoni , Barbara , Juliet, William Sheller or Anne Sylvestre have outlived their usefulness. Jann Jann Halexander Halexander is .... Vaguely black, vaguely white, after all how important it was either all the time ...

The artist shows us his talent with the disc Public I love you, aimed at public speaking and the German public. A disc of 22 songs sober whose essential A Table , Declaration of Love to a Vampire , Hell golden. The artist on stage at the piano, his deep voice, evokes jumble miscegenation, family, passionate love, capitalism ... A directory marginal sometimes melancholic sometimes "black humor". French song timeless.

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Price: 10 euros.

It is also possible to adjust by check payable to Lalouline Editions or send a payment via paypal at halexander@voila.fr

Jeff Bonnenfant , Press - Trilogy Halexander ACT 1901-49000 ANGERS
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The Press

"A directory can arise where the passion" - (Chorus)

"Jann Halexander Pirate French music" (Ouest France)

"Halfway between the 30s cabaret and French chanson / golden age of the 60" (Kostar )

"A universe that is blowing hot and cold "(Triangle Fm)

A TABLE

[Chorus]

going to have to say all that

at table, table

We will eat the truth

at table, table

dinners as a family is like a beautiful Sunday

Except that nobody likes Sundays

Coping of glances, they say, blame,

The grandfather says, "there has something wrong"

I seek, and find eel rock,

Of reason, I landed

I can not take over the family

I feel it all from spiraling

[Chorus]

Salmon is yucky, wine is corked,

TV is switched off instead of being lit,

I, who dreamed of tragedies of others, not mine,

It's fucking for tonight, I have the mouth of a dog,

eyes lost in my plate,

And my happiness is that pile of crumbs

A cold crumble, I'd like to be deaf,

To save me, I think of love

[ Chorus]

canopies were cross when we arrived

I gather that Grandma does not love us,

In its place, I understand, she is retired

"Remove children, my duty Mother stops! "

Grandma, Grandma, do not despair!

We hate these two meals,

We can no longer family,

We see that all this hand spun

[Chorus] x2

(text and music: Jann Halexander - 2006)