The Long Life's Journey

by FAUSTINE SEILMAN & THE HEALTHY BOY

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Recorded and arranged by Jonathan Kingsley Seilman, mastered by Ivan Chiossone, Art by Fabien Proyart, Arbouse recordings

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released July 1, 2011

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Track Name: PROMENADE
Promenade
 
I went to this place where trees were whistling your name
With no hopes no regrets
 
I went to these mountains where I whispered your name
Thinking of you in silence
 
I wonder why down below Life looks much more dreary
People are rushing about, learning how to hate their neighbors
 
I crossed this landscape where birds were squealing your name
With happiness and serene thoughts
 
I washed in a crystal clear brook, that mirrored your face
Smiling to me with no regrets
 
I wonder if upon us life goes rough soft warm or cold
‘Cause I know that down below they learn how to disdain each other
Track Name: THE LONG LIFE'S JOURNEY
The Long Life’s Journey
 
Born from the love of women and men,
Made of Pieces of both of them,
Yesterday as a bud, today as new branches,
The family tree will grow again and again.
 
Even if some of them sometimes fall to become ashes,
The roots are deeply sunk into the earth,
Love is the only reason to return and to stay for hours.
 
So don’t be afraid if the wind of blooming leads us to another land
Bringing with him flowers to float in the air.
 
Know that warmth and memories are kept into the trunk that made us men.
 
Never forgetting the past if we have to leave one day,
Traveling into a bird's beak taking the seeds away,
To sow them again and to see life blooming elsewhere,
This is what takes us to The Long Life’s Journey
Track Name: DID YOU EVER...
Did you ever think about forgetting the good things?
Losing the pictures of all your discoveries,
Losing the pictures of all the dreams you've grown with.

Forgetting the time you smelt her skin.


Did you ever think
 about forgetting the bad things?

Drawing demons 'cause of being alone.

Forgetting the feeling of a broken heart.

Forgetting the seeing of the holy wars.