Moriarty is a Franco-american music group founded in 1995. It is made up o… Read Full Bio ↴Moriarty is a Franco-american music group founded in 1995. It is made up of 5 artists of French, American, Swiss, and Vietnamese origins. The members of the group were mainly raised in France. The group named itself Moriarty in honor of Dean Moriarty, the hero of On the Road by Jack Kerouac. Previously, the groupe had three other members: the singer Charlène Dupuy, the drummer Médéric de Vanssay, and the saxophonist Davide Woods. Rosemary Standley, Arthur B. Gillette, Thomas Puéchavy, Charles Carmignac, and Stephan Zimmerli are the current group members. The group covers standards, sings the blues, and creates rock compositions.

After a concert in 2005, the group was spotted by Jérôme Deschamps and Macha Makeïeff, who would later co-produced their first album with Naïve Records. At the same time, they won the Prix Paris Jeunes Talents.

The group was noticed during a concert at the Printemps de Bourges in 2006 and 2007. Jimmy, the first single from their first album Gee Whiz But This is A Lonesome Town (2007), was a success which allowed Moriarty to play at La Cigale. The album sold more than 50,000 copies in a few months and was certified gold a year after its release. The group went on a long tour that took them to Canada, Switzerland, Spain, Germany, and England.
In 2008, Moriarty performed at the Soliday festival, Eurockéennes de Belfort, Francofolies de La Rochelle, and Fête de l'Humanité.

The group takes its inspiration from traditional Celtic music, country, and blues.
The group plays around one microphone during their concerts.
En 2008, Moriarty was one of 10 artists nominated for the Constantin prize.

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History Of Violence
Moriarty Lyrics

Now it′s not what it seems
I just can't start to say
It was these evil days
Of pain and fear
Something was broke
My skin hard like an oak
My mind hard like an oak

I got a history of violence
It′s not written on my face

You wouldn't know it
It's buried in my leather case
I got a memory of violence
It′s not written on my skin
You couldn′t see it
It's a ripple in my grin
Like the people of my kin

And now it′s not what it seems
I just can't start to say
It was these evil days
Of pain and fear
Something was broke
My mind hard like an oak
My skin hard like an oak

I got a history of silence
The bruises and the sins
Don′t wash away

It's not written in my name
Like a freckle on my skin

Something that I′ve never shown
Memories from a broken home
The engine with no train

Shame like a funny game
The witness of the sin
The scratches on my skin
The moment I begin
To runaway James Dean
The shutter on the screen
The curtain on the scene
The arrow in the breast
The weight inside the chest
An erasble race
With no traceable trace
Satchel full of lies
The devil in the eye

It's not written on my grave
It's not written on my grave
It′s not written on my grave
You wouldn′t know it
I'm buried safe and well behaved

I got a history of evil
I got a history of evil
I got a history of evil

Writer(s): Rosemary Standley, Arthur Gillette, Stephan Zimmerli, Thomas Puechavy, Charles Carmignac, Vincent Talpaert, Eric Dubessay

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