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Showing posts with label Natalie Merchant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Natalie Merchant. Show all posts

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
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
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
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
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
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

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
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
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
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