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---LARSSON (Carl), Lisbeth contr un bouleau - MOODY BLUES, night of white satin
Par ses œuvres pittoresques et variées, ce peintre d'extraction modeste, francophile, a pu faire vivre sa famille de son labeur, conserver une farouche indépendance de pensée et affirmer des valeurs anticonformistes parfois contre le dogmatisme académique de son époque tout en devenant paradoxalement le peintre idyllique de la bourgeoisie suédoise.
Illustration musicale: MOODY BLUES - night of white satin
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore
'Cause I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
Gazing at people
Some hand in hand
Just what I'm going through
They can't understand
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end
And I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I love you
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I love you
Yes I love you
Yes I love you
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I love you
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bed sitter people look back and lament
Another days useless energy spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young
Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is gray and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion
