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My wild horses and my river beds,
And in my throat voices he'll never hear.
He pulls at me like a cherry tree,
And I can still move, but I don't speak about it.
Pretend I'm crazy, pretend I'm dead.
He's to scared to hit me now, he'll bring flowers instead.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go.
And the dogwoods shimmer in October sun,
"Oh sweet thing" he sings to me, "You're the only one."
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go.
And I don't know why I can't tell my sister,
He spat in my face again, and I don't want to die here.
You know that dream when your feet won't move,
you want to come but your body won't let you.
He steals it from me. He steals it from me.
It shines like sweat, like jewels,
Like something that has died to soon.
He fucks with the beauty.
A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss kiss kick.
He steals it from me.
It's out of my hands again.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go, to go...
So nice.
Thank you for turning us on to this artist.
Why did you CUT the bridge out of this song? /(played on Dec. 10th, at app. 23:30 GMT +1)
Is it, because the term "fuck" appears (better: WOULD appear)?
I am sorry, I am REALLY disappointed by this move.
Cheers
Indeed, best part of the song removed :-(
Is it, because the term "fuck" appears (better: WOULD appear)?
I am sorry, I am REALLY disappointed by this move.
Cheers
Never read all of the lyrics until now. Chilling and moving.
"He spat in my face again, and I don't want to die here.
You know that dream when your feet won't move,
you want to come but your body won't let you.
He steals it from me."
As the husband of someone who was terribly abused in past relationships, I have the deepest sympathy and highest respect for anyone who has struggled with and survived abuse.
We hold the dubious distinction of possessing the highest rate of domestic abuse in any state in the US at 25%. Nobody talks about the sudden appearance of black eyes. It's none of our business. It's a personal matter. Boundaries. Our silence tolerates domestic violence.
"He spat in my face again, and I don't want to die here.
You know that dream when your feet won't move,
you want to come but your body won't let you.
He steals it from me."
As the husband of someone who was terribly abused in past relationships, I have the deepest sympathy and highest respect for anyone who has struggled with and survived abuse.
Use vax 🙂
Amen-"ahhhhaaaaahhhhaaaahhhhhhaaaahhhhhahhhhh" That's all I hear in the background with this...Friggin'creepy, makes me sleepy, too.
Words like this get nicked from other disciplines and used inappropriately. "Bandwidth" is my pet hate, but knowing it from audio engineering, not the computing term.
By the way, I think the word "overcook" would apply to her style.
I have overclocked the CPU on a few personal computers but never expected to see the term as a metaphor for singing. For folks on caffeine-filled energy drinks or methedrine, I get it.
"Overcook", now that is funny.
...why did people start using the word "overclock" as a verb to describe singing?...
Baby_M wrote:
I don't know about anyone else, but I picked the word up from my son the computer engineering major.
Words like this get nicked from other disciplines and used inappropriately. "Bandwidth" is my pet hate, but knowing it from audio engineering, not the computing term.
By the way, I think the word "overcook" would apply to her style.
And bury her on it.
Pure Hilarity!
in her concert she said it was.
And bury her on it.
oldsaxon wrote:
oldfart48 wrote:
It's a million true stories.
bump.
God she's so color friendly, with an amazing unique style. Ttimekeeper picture is beatiful, wasn't a coincidence,
agreed
I don't know about anyone else, but I picked the word up from my son the computer engineering major.
That makes sense - I hear the word coming more from programming and engineering people.
...why did people start using the word "overclock" as a verb to describe singing?...
I don't know about anyone else, but I picked the word up from my son the computer engineering major.
Do you know what she's singing? I suspect the "overclocking" was intentional and probably required to make this song the scary little gem it is.
Yes, the style is relevant to the lyrics, and when and why did people start using the word "overclock" as a verb to describe singing? I'm sure some "journalist" from Rolling Stone magazine used it to describe someone, but I've seen it in these comment threads a few times. Aside from the word being a computer term, it means to speed up performance or processes at a rate faster than recommended. I can see how one could translate the term as meaning "intensify", but still, it refers to speed not audible volume. I guess it's just a stylistic annoyance to me.
Definitely! She's great live too. I love Heather!
It's a million true stories.
Cynaera wrote:
There are parts of me he'll never know,
My wild horses and my river beds,
And in my throat voices he'll never hear.
He pulls at me like a cherry tree,
And I can still move, but I don't speak about it.
Pretend I'm crazy, pretend I'm dead.
He's too scared to hit me now, he'll bring flowers instead.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go.
And the dogwoods shimmer in October sun,
'oh sweet thing' he sings to me,
'you're the only one.'
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go.
And I don't know why I can't tell my sister,
He spat in my face again, and I don't want to die here.
You know that dream when your feet won't move,
You want to come but your body won't let you.
He steals it from me.
He steals it from me.
It shines like sweat, like jewels,
Like something that has died too soon.
He fucks with the beauty.
A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss kiss kick.
He steals it from me.
It's out of my hands again.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go, to go...
Holy crap - what powerful lyrics... I liked her "Heart and Shoulder," but this eclipses it by miles. Wow. And lattalo - I hope you meant that you love the words and music, and not that you could actually physically relate to the subject. If the latter - my heart goes out to you. Please reach out for help - it's there, and there are places that can protect you. If it's the former, the music has done what it set out to do - move a listener to react.
Whatever the case, I'd never listened to this song with the attentiveness with which I just listened to it now, based on posted comments. I'm reeling from it all. Quite a bit to process - and at one time, I was ready to write off Heather Nova as a less-than-stellar Canadian artist (like Celine, and before anyone attacks me for that, I have friends in Toronto and Montréal who swear that Celine Dion is NOT the best of Canada.) Now, I'm forced to revise my opinion of Nova. That, and put Kevin Parent or Paul Piché in my CD player, and then chase it with Zachary Richard's "Cap Enragé" if I can find it....
Cynaera wrote:
There are parts of me he'll never know,
My wild horses and my river beds,
And in my throat voices he'll never hear.
He pulls at me like a cherry tree,
And I can still move, but I don't speak about it.
Pretend I'm crazy, pretend I'm dead.
He's too scared to hit me now, he'll bring flowers instead.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go.
And the dogwoods shimmer in October sun,
'oh sweet thing' he sings to me,
'you're the only one.'
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go.
And I don't know why I can't tell my sister,
He spat in my face again, and I don't want to die here.
You know that dream when your feet won't move,
You want to come but your body won't let you.
He steals it from me.
He steals it from me.
It shines like sweat, like jewels,
Like something that has died too soon.
He fucks with the beauty.
A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss kiss kick.
He steals it from me.
It's out of my hands again.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go, to go...
Holy crap - what powerful lyrics... I liked her "Heart and Shoulder," but this eclipses it by miles. Wow. And lattalo - I hope you meant that you love the words and music, and not that you could actually physically relate to the subject. If the latter - my heart goes out to you. Please reach out for help - it's there, and there are places that can protect you. If it's the former, the music has done what it set out to do - move a listener to react.
Whatever the case, I'd never listened to this song with the attentiveness with which I just listened to it now, based on posted comments. I'm reeling from it all. Quite a bit to process - and at one time, I was ready to write off Heather Nova as a less-than-stellar Canadian artist (like Celine, and before anyone attacks me for that, I have friends in Toronto and Montréal who swear that Celine Dion is NOT the best of Canada.) Now, I'm forced to revise my opinion of Nova. That, and put Kevin Parent or Paul Piché in my CD player, and then chase it with Zachary Richard's "Cap Enragé" if I can find it....
Exactly why I don't need to hear this right now...
Do you know what she's singing? I suspect the "overclocking" was intentional and probably required to make this song the scary little gem it is.
....good point.....
Pretty much what I came on here to say. A bit too much angst for me ...
Listening while sunbathing with a the lovely bride and a pitcher of marguaritas ... was floating away on Nova's tune, then you chased it with It's a Beautifuil Day's 'White Bird' ..... we're gone... ;P Thanks !
Yep, why would you ever listen to this when you could just put on the Cranberries?
Because this doesn't suck. . .
(@ overclocking)...
A lot of good art and music has been created by people who could use a therapist.
Regardless... had this album all the way back to 1995 and loved it from beginning to end. This got a lot of play in my CD player.
The song is fine. Trying to pass your opinion off as fact, however, does suck. You think it sucks, that's fine.
Ok, I still think this songs sucks. Better?
There are parts of me he'll never know,
My wild horses and my river beds,
And in my throat voices he'll never hear.
He pulls at me like a cherry tree,
And I can still move, but I don't speak about it.
Pretend I'm crazy, pretend I'm dead.
He's too scared to hit me now, he'll bring flowers instead.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go.
And the dogwoods shimmer in October sun,
'oh sweet thing' he sings to me,
'you're the only one.'
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go.
And I don't know why I can't tell my sister,
He spat in my face again, and I don't want to die here.
You know that dream when your feet won't move,
You want to come but your body won't let you.
He steals it from me.
He steals it from me.
It shines like sweat, like jewels,
Like something that has died too soon.
He fucks with the beauty.
A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss kiss kick.
He steals it from me.
It's out of my hands again.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
I need an island, somewhere to bury you,
Somewhere to go, to go...
Holy crap - what powerful lyrics... I liked her "Heart and Shoulder," but this eclipses it by miles. Wow. And lattalo - I hope you meant that you love the words and music, and not that you could actually physically relate to the subject. If the latter - my heart goes out to you. Please reach out for help - it's there, and there are places that can protect you. If it's the former, the music has done what it set out to do - move a listener to react.
Whatever the case, I'd never listened to this song with the attentiveness with which I just listened to it now, based on posted comments. I'm reeling from it all. Quite a bit to process - and at one time, I was ready to write off Heather Nova as a less-than-stellar Canadian artist (like Celine, and before anyone attacks me for that, I have friends in Toronto and Montréal who swear that Celine Dion is NOT the best of Canada.) Now, I'm forced to revise my opinion of Nova. That, and put Kevin Parent or Paul Piché in my CD player, and then chase it with Zachary Richard's "Cap Enragé" if I can find it....
Oh, of this I have no doubt which is why I am not a songwriter by profession. BTW, this song still sucks.
The song is fine. Trying to pass your opinion off as fact, however, does suck. You think it sucks, that's fine.
I'm so sorry to hear that. What tough times. Be strong...heal....
lovely song indeed
Don't all man who have been within 20 miles of Heather Nova fall for her?
Oh, of this I have no doubt which is why I am not a songwriter by profession. BTW, this song still sucks.
Preach it sistah! I'm with you on all counts!
Seriously? No electronic music on RP? You just need to listen longer, its there... Not a lot, but it's there often enough.
Heather Nova is quite beautiful, perhaps she should go into modeling.
Yep, why would you ever listen to this when you could just put on the Cranberries?
You mean strong, smooth, sensual and on-key? Yeah, I can see how that would be annoying.
And how would you become privy to this information?
The vocals sound like they should annoy me, but somehow, they don't.
...And every time I think she's starting to sound like someone else, she does something that makes that thought suddenly seem silly.
thank you so much for sharing.....
She sings out of key and flat, and I find her painful to listen to. It would be a good song if sung by someone else.
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So why the f*ck are you listening RP if good music is totaly absent here? And what a waste of energy by posting this kind of message...?
OScar