Folk: Adela Diane

Adela Diane

- White as Diamonds
- The Cuckoo

- The Riffle
- Oh My Mama

Alela Diane Menig (née le 20 avril 1983 à Nevada City, Californie) est une chanteuse et une compositrice américaine, dont les chansons sont imprégnées d'un style psyché folk proche de celui de Nick Drake .

La rédaction des Inrockuptibles classe l'album "The Pirate's Gospel" comme l'un des 10 meilleurs albums de 2007.

En 2008, Alela prête sa voix à un album de 10 reprises folk intitulé "The Silence of Love", du projet "Headless Heroes". Dans cet exercice, la chanteuse reprend des titres de Nick Cave à Vashti Bunyan en passant par I am Kloot. Elle est donc incitée à quitter son registre habituel, pour cohabiter avec des compositions plus complexes et un fond sonore souvent bien plus riche et arrangé.

Elle donne plusieurs concerts en Europe, de mars à mai, puis en novembre 2008 (Royaume-Uni, Irlande, France, Suisse, Pays-Bas, Belgique et Allemagne), accompagnée de son père Tom Menig, Mariee Sioux (assurant quelques premières parties), Matt Bauer (banjo et basse), Benjamin Oak Goodman (batterie) et Alina Hardin (chant).

Son nouvel album, sorti en février 2009, mêle allègrement des sonorités du folk américain et du folk anglo-irlandais.

Discographie 

Albums auto-produits

• Forest Parade, auto-produit, 2003.
• The Pirate's Gospel, auto-produit, 2004.

albums studio

• The Pirate's Gospel, Holocene Music, 2006 (chansons retravaillées)
• To Be Still, 2009

Contributions, Compilations ou autres

• Dry Grass and Shadows, paru sur la compilation Family Album compilation, Grass Roots Records, 2006
• Songs Whistled Through White Teeth, Names Records (UK), 2006 (10” vinyl)
• The Pirate's Gospel, Names Records, avril 2007
• The silence of love, Fargo, novembre 2008

White as Diamonds

Pirate's Gospel

Pirate's Gospel, le clip

Site officiel

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B i o g r a p h y
 (by Wikipedia)

Adela Diane Menig (b 1983, Nevada City, California) is an American singer and songwriter, who is associated with the psych folk and New Weird America musical genres. She grew up singing with her musician parents and performing in the school choir. She taught herself guitar, and began writing songs which blend tense, trance-like arpeggios with warm vocals and meditative lyrics about family and nature. Her first recordings were self-released in 2003 as “Forest Parade”. Her first public appearances were at the invitation of fellow Nevada City native Joanna Newsom. The songs for her next album, “The Pirate’s Gospel”, were written on a trip to Europe. They were recorded in her father’s studio and were initially again self-released in 2004, in paper and lace sleeves with hand lettering. The album was issued in revised form by Holocene Music in October 2006, and received widespread critical acclaim . A new song, "Dry Grass and Shadows", was issued on a compilation of Nevada City artists, and five more new songs were issued on a limited-edition 10” vinyl pressing, “Songs Whistled Through White Teeth”, released in the UK in October 2006. Alela Diane has toured in the USA both solo and with Tom Brosseau and Lisa Germano, and has also opened for the Decemberists, Akron/Family and Vashti Bunyan. She will be performing in the UK in April 2007. According to a recent interview she intends releasing her second album later this year. She now lives in Portland, Oregon.

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Paroles Alela Diane The Rifle

Oh I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow
I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow to keep me away,
To keep me away from home

Papa get the rifle from its place above the french doors
They're coming from the woods!
Oh they're coming from the woods!

And mama you're running too
Oh my mama you're running too
Mama you're running too
Oh my mama you're running too

Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
And I've been holding onto the gold
When lettin' go would free my hands
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
Oh I've been tying your tongue in a knot
To wrap this death, to wrap this death in a sheet

And Papa get the rifle from its place above the french doors
They're coming from the woods!
Oh they're coming from the woods!

And mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too
Mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too

Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
And I can't have those dirty pads down that carpet anymore
No, no I can't have the dirty pads down that carpet anymore
There were too many heavy boots

There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
And there were too many big black boots
And there were too many little brown shoes marching through

So I'm countin' it to the sky
Oh I'm countin' it to the sky
I'm countin' it to the sky
Oh I'm countin' it to the sky
And moving back
Oh I'm moving back to
Face the lack of home

Paroles Alela Diane The Pirate's Gospel

While some folks row way up to heaven
I'm gonna sing the pirate's gospel
I'm gonna sow these feet for dancin'
I'm gonna keep my eyes wide open

Yo ho yo ho
Yo ho ho
Yo ho yo ho ho
Yo ho yo ho
Sing the pirate's gospel

Add another flame
To our forest
Where big bellied whales
Keep us chanting
We're slapping fireflies
For tiny dancers
Where the children creep
Until the morning
When the sun does seep
Into our bare flesh
Until the fingernails
Will take us home

Yo ho yo ho
Yo ho ho
Yo ho yo ho ho
Yo ho yo ho
Sing the pirate's gospel

While some folks pray
Their path to Jesus
We're gonna sing
The pirate's gospel
We're gonna sow
Our feet for dancing
We're gonna keep
Our eyes wide open

We're gonna sing
The pirate's gospel
We're gonna chant
The pirate's gospel
You'll find us clap
The pirate's gospel

Yo ho yo ho
Yo ho ho
Yo ho yo ho ho
Yo ho yo ho
Sing the pirate's gospel
Sing the pirate's gospel

Paroles Alela Diane White As Diamonds

I've known mornings
white as diamonds
silent from a night so cold
such a stillness
calm as the owl glides
our lives are buried in snow

I was sifting through the piles
in my hand a tangled thread
each patient tug upon the snarl
is a glimpse of what has been

burdened bands gain strong hands
gaping holes where diamonds should be
must have been morning that stole them
a glint of white in the pocket of winter

and some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones

some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones

I've known mornings
white as diamonds
silent from a night so cold
such a stillness
calm as the owl glides
our lives are buried in snow

our lives are buried in snow

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