WHO’S SINGING NOW As recorded by David Gray (From the 2019 Album FOUNDLING - DELUXE EDITION) [Intro] [Verse 1] Blindfold and walking All over town Hearing them talking Up hill and down Rest for the wicked Flesh for the crowd Bird in the thicket Who’s singing now? Who’s singing now? [Verse 2] Head in the ether Feet in the clay Hand on the lever Changes the day A kiss on the cheek and Kiss on the mouth Gone for the weekend Who’s singing now? Who’s singing now? Who’s singing now? Who’s singing now? [Verse 3] Me and my baby Out on the tiles God awful teeth but Beautiful smiles Face in the window Back of your house Hey ho my hearties Who’s singing now? Who’s singing now? Who’s singing now? Who’s singing now? [Bridge] Certainly certainly Certainly certainly Certainly certainly Certainly crossed my mind Certainly certainly Certainly certainly Certainly certainly Certainly crossed my mind [Outro] Drag this old body On up to the mount Hey ho my hearties Who’s singing now? Who’s singing now? Who’s singing now? Who’s singing now?

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La chanson évoque une quête d'identité et de sens, mêlant des images de l'ordinaire et du transcendant. L'artiste se déplace dans un monde où il se sent à la fois perdu et connecté à sa réalité, alternant entre des moments de réflexion et des interactions simples avec les autres. Il pose la question de la voix qui s'élève dans ce tumulte, une métaphore pour se demander qui porte le récit de notre vie et de nos expériences. Son ambiance un peu mélancolique, mais aussi pleine de vie, nous immerge dans un univers où les émotions et les souvenirs s'entremêlent, cherchant à comprendre qui chante vraiment notre histoire à ce moment précis.