Benjamin Sainte-Clémentine (born 7 December 1988) is a Mercury Prize winning, English artist, poet, composer and a recording musician from London, England.
Clementine's compositions are musically incisive and attuned to the issues of life but also poetic mixing revolt with love and melancholy, sophisticated lyricism with slang and shouts, and rhyming verse with prose monologues. He moved from busking to music-halls, to symphonic music and spoken word, breaking free from traditional song structure, inventing his own dramatic and innovative musical territory.
He is noticeably seen playing on stage entirely in black or dark grey long trench-like woollen coat with no shirt underneath, in bare feet.
Source: Wikipedia Benjamin Clementine - Condolence
LyricsI swear that you've seen me Yes you've seen me here before Before And so don't tell it Don't tell it otherwise This voice This particular voice Yes you've heard it before Before And so don't you dare tell it Don't you dare tell it otherwise No one know why the road seem so long Cause I had done it all before And I want You felt This feeling Tell me, don't be ashamed You felt it before Before And so don't tell me Don't tell me otherwise I almost forgot Foolish me I almost forgot Forgot Where I'm from You see the rain Before the rain even starts to rain
| The firstborn There was a storm Before that storm There was fire Burning everywhere Everywhere And everything became nothing again Then out of nothing Out of absolutely nothing I Benjamin I was born So that when I become someone one day I always remember I came from nothing No one know why you keep buggering me Cause this walk It's a previous journey And no one know why the road seem so long Cause I had done it all before And I want I'm sending my condolence I'm sending my condolence to feel I'm sending my condolence I'm sending my condolence to inaugurate ease You should know by now You should know by now that I just don't care For what you might say Might bring some one down here I'll send in my condolence I'll send in my condolence to fear
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There is no prosthetic for an amputated spirit
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