Gracias a Tiny Desk descubrí a este fabuloso cantante, poeta y pianista. La historia dice que es inglés, se mudó a París cuando tenía poco más de 20 años y para sobrevivir cantaba en diferentes lugares, hasta que fue descubierto por un productor.

Tiene un sólo disco publicado recientemente, y algunos EPs y sesiones cortas en Spotify o para Burberry.

I am alone in a box of stone
When all is said and done
As the wind blows to the east from the west
Unto this bed, my tears have their solemn rest

I am lonely, alone in a box of stone
The claim they loved me but they all lieing
I am lonely, alone in a box of my own
And this is the place, I now belong

It’s my home, home, home, home home home home home x2

It wasn’t easy getting used to this
I use to scream
It’s not true, that its only when the door is locked
That nobody enters
Cuz mine has been open till your demise
But none has come, well who am I,
What have i done wrong?

I’ve been lonely, alone in a box of my own
They claim to be near me but they were all lieing
I’ve been lonely, alone in a box of my own
This is the place I know I now belong

It’s my home, home, home, home home home home home x2

Friends, I have met
Lovers have slept and wept
Promises to stay had never kept
This bare truth of which most won’t share
I hope you share, I hope you share

Cuz I have been lonely
Alone in a box of stone
They claim to love me and be near me
But they are all lieing
I have been lonely, alone in a box of my own
And this is the place I now know I belong

Its my home, home, home, home home home home home x2

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