An eloquent ode to the French countryside, Phil and the Flying Leap "Joie de Vivre"
The music group Phil and the Flying Leap join their talents for a maudlin production with that French touch "Joie de Vivre". This piece is a treasure box piano and poetic performance like a magical dream. The sonnets are like hymns to the ears. This production is as romantic as it is bucolic.
The philosophical message of this track is softened by the ritornello of a piano and a melancholic violin that dialogue of love. This ode throws eloquent prose in a lyrically inspired tone. A sound that is appreciated with delicacy. Stream below
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