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Showing posts with label Natalie Merchant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Natalie Merchant. Show all posts
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Friday, January 22, 2016
To Love Is To Bury, Natalie Merchant
i don't know......
I buried him down by the river
Cause thats where he liked to be
And every night when the moon is high
I go there and weep openly
Cause thats where he liked to be
And every night when the moon is high
I go there and weep openly
He and I were married
By this river neath this willow tree
And with God and friends witnessing it
He pledged his life to me
By this river neath this willow tree
And with God and friends witnessing it
He pledged his life to me
To me he was earth
And I rooted in his soil
I to he was sky vast and free
Of the burdens from which he toiled
And I rooted in his soil
I to he was sky vast and free
Of the burdens from which he toiled
Then one night a terrible fight
Words spoken better left unsaid
With his wedding vows ringing in my ears
He gave his life to me
Words spoken better left unsaid
With his wedding vows ringing in my ears
He gave his life to me
They say to love is to bury
Those demons from which we all hide
But tonight by this river neath this willow tree
Becoming one of earth and sky
Those demons from which we all hide
But tonight by this river neath this willow tree
Becoming one of earth and sky
Well they say, to love is to bury
All the demons from which we hide
But tonight by this river neath this willow tree
Becoming one of earth and sky
All the demons from which we hide
But tonight by this river neath this willow tree
Becoming one of earth and sky
Monday, January 18, 2016
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Friday, December 4, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Natalie Merchant | My Skin
Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face-saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
'Cause I've been treated so wrong,
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
Well, contempt loves the silence,
it thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils that
strangle the heart
They say that promises sweeten the blow
But I don't need them, no I don't need them
I've been treated so wrong,
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm a slow-dying flower
In the frost-killing hour
Sweet turning sour and untouchable
Oh, I need the darkness,
the sweetness,
the sadness,
the weakness
Oh I need this
I need a lullaby,
a kiss goodnight,
angel, sweet love of my life
Oh I need this
I'm a slow-dying flower
Frost-killing hour
The sweet turning sour and untouchable
Do you remember the way that you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored
Your face-saving promises
Whispered liked prayers
I don't need them
Oh, I need the darkness,
the sweetness,
the sadness,
the weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby,
a kiss goodnight,
angel, sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this
Well is it dark enough
Can you see me
Do you want me
Can you reach me
Oh, I'm leaving
Better shut your mouth, and hold your breath
You kiss me now, you catch your death
Oh, I mean this
Oh, I mean this
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Gulf of Araby - Natalie Merchant
If you could fill a veil with shells from Killiney's shore
And sweet talk in a tongue that is no more
If wishful thought could bridge
The Gulf of Araby Between
Between what is
What is
What is
And what can never be
And sweet talk in a tongue that is no more
If wishful thought could bridge
The Gulf of Araby Between
Between what is
What is
What is
And what can never be
If you could hold the frozen flow of New Hope Creek
And hide out from the world they said you might meet
If you could unlearn all the words
That you never wanted heard
If you could stall the southern wind
That's whistling in your ear
You could take what is
What is
What is
To what can never be
And hide out from the world they said you might meet
If you could unlearn all the words
That you never wanted heard
If you could stall the southern wind
That's whistling in your ear
You could take what is
What is
What is
To what can never be
One man of seventy whispers free at last
Two neighbours who are proud of their massacres
Three tyrants torn away in a winter's month
Four prisoners framed by a dirty judge
Five burned with tyres
Six men still Alive
And seven more days to shake at the great divide
The Gulf
The Gulf of Araby
The Gulf The Gulf
Of Araby
Two neighbours who are proud of their massacres
Three tyrants torn away in a winter's month
Four prisoners framed by a dirty judge
Five burned with tyres
Six men still Alive
And seven more days to shake at the great divide
The Gulf
The Gulf of Araby
The Gulf The Gulf
Of Araby
We would plough and part the earth to bring you home
And would harvest every miracle ever known
If they laid out all the things
That these ten years were to bring
We would gladly give them up
To bring you back to us
O, there is nothing we would not give
To kiss you and to believe we can take what is
What is
What is
To what can never be
And would harvest every miracle ever known
If they laid out all the things
That these ten years were to bring
We would gladly give them up
To bring you back to us
O, there is nothing we would not give
To kiss you and to believe we can take what is
What is
What is
To what can never be
Sunday, November 15, 2015
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