Balthazar - Blood Like Wine - CARDINAL SESSIONS (Appletree Garden Special)

Balthazar performing a rare acoustic session of "Blood Like Wine" exclusively for Cardinal Sessions.
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[@christinabriggs7831]

She is not disgracing the violin. Patricia is an amazing violin/bass player. It can be played any way a person wants to play it.

[@Pierre-z6v]

Smart simple and so beautiful band. So Belgian. Love it.

[@Kenneth2609]

just have to dump this here: this has been one of my favourite songs for years and it will always be, thank you ;)

[@illnevertellyouxoxo]

replay button is broken! Can't stop listening

[@jessicasteiner2720]

Crazy cuz this was a song I didn’t really care for from this amazing band but now I’m really feeling a lil ridiculous because this is a masterpiece

[@marushkaSR]

no words for this...I just want to be there :)

[@daenerysstormborn4167]

That place is looking amazing, i wish i could be there.

[@Brotmarmelade]

so gorgeous seeing you guys live!

[@jeffreymabbe9829]

i love belgium balthazar, specialy patricia ik hou van belgische balthazar zeker patricia west vlaanderen represents

[@kostas27p]

Fantastic version

[@harryhancock5133]

I love this tune sweet

[@dangeroussessions7071]

amazing!

[@bassimgesicht]

geil!Ein Stylophone!

[@hereislu]

Ayyy son TAN LINDOS

[@dramatic7368]

❤️❤️

[@stfuamberrrbbyc]

How long since I got some sleep How long since she grew her hair to keep The night from getting colder for The owl living upon her shoulder Cause one way or the other she will drink my blood like wine The only question left is whether that day the horns will sound And one way or the other it will keep me dragging on For hell knows how long And now the carnival band is gone This land reaching from the riverside where it begins to the hour where it ends It belongs to me or at least that's what she pretends And one way or the other she will drink my blood like wine The only question left is whether that day the horns will sound And one way or the other it will keep me dragging on For hell knows how long Like the oldest was sent ahead of the other In the middle of a small town where everybody sleeps with friend and enemy one after the other Yeah baby, that's where we were born for each other Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways To choose a mood and have it replaced [x6]

[@hautesaulx]

c'est super bravo

[@Aliciafernanda100]

divino

[@tutitallarin91]

Divina canción. Vengan a Argentina :D

[@dirtyloveletters]

where can I buy this song!?!?!

[@user-ow1wq5xh7e]

Shittt... It's perfect!

[@samwithplayground]

Veel te zalig!

[@javieracarvajal9348]

[@daenerysstormborn4167]

it is not a reason for not to looking amazing.

[@cicicitron]

ahah where the hell do you come grom then ?

[@M03dRKWd]

and the most hipster video of the week goess foor..

[@axeiston]

wtf is the blue hoodie guy doing is he eating something...? hahaha great video tho seriously

[@glassesthatsaybitch]

You are disgracing the violin by playing it with a pick. Have some class.

[@Ohheythatsmybike]

Quiet a few people play violins with picks and strum them like ukuleles. Not having class doesn't mean anything if you're not playing classical. Even then I've seen the flick of the thumb. I guess I don't understand why you think it's disgracing the violin... Instruments are for creating sounds and if disgracing it makes different sounds then go for it I say!

[@stfuamberrrbbyc]

How long since I got some sleep How long since she grew her hair to keep The night from getting colder forThe owl living upon her shoulder Cause one way or the other she will drink my blood like wine The only question left is whether that day the horns will sound And one way or the other it will keep me dragging on For hell knows how long And now the carnival band is gone This land reaching from the riverside where it begins to the hour where it ends It belongs to me or at least that's what she pretends And one way or the other she will drink my blood like wine The only question left is whether that day the horns will sound And one way or the other it will keep me dragging on For hell knows how longLike the oldest was sent ahead of the other In the middle of a small town where everybody sleeps with friend and enemy one after the other Yeah baby, that's where we were born for each other Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways To choose a mood and have it replaced [x6]