Sunday, April 23, 2006

"The Blower's Daughter" (Damien Rice)

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I'm in love.....with the Irish troubadour, Damien Rice. I heard his album "O" before, but it didn't impress or move me, till now. Like Andrea mentioned before, sometimes it's timing. His music style is intimate and organic...his vocal delivery is very plaintive, raw with emotional honesty. As for his lyrics....like one reviewer said, "they are so deep, they burn". Can weep man....I wish I could upload the songs onto my Multiply site...but my quota has been filled up for this mth. So y'all wait for a bit!

The whole album is really gd. But I can't post all the lyrics here. If you want to see all the lyrics...you can go to http://www.damienrice.com/lyrics.html. I can't believe I didn't get tix to his upcoming concert here. Feel like kicking myself.

Anyway, here are 2 songs. I heard Ngak singing the first song, "The Blower's Daughter", at Timbre....*swoon*. "I can't take my eyes off you..."


The Blower's Daughter
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and so it is
just like you said it would be
life goes easy on me
most of the time
and so it is
the shorter story
no love no glory
no hero in her skies
i can't take my eyes off of you
and so it is
just like you said it should be
we'll both forget the breeze
most of the time
and so it is
the colder water
the blower's daughter
the pupil in denial
i can't take my eyes off of you
did I say that I loathe you?
did I say that I want to
leave it all behind?
i can't take my mind off of you
my mind
'til I find somebody new


Delicate
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we might kiss
when we are alone
when nobody’s watchin’
we might take it home
we might make out
when nobody's there
it's not that we're scared
it's just that it's delicate
so why d’ya fill my sorrow
with the words you've borrowed
from the only place you've known
why d’ya sing hallelujah
if it means nothin’ to ya
why d’ya sing with me at all?
we might live
like never before
when there's nothin’ to give
how can we ask for more?
we might make love
in some sacred place
that look on your face
is delicate
so why d’ya fill my sorrow
with the words you've borrowed
from the only place you've known
why d’ya sing hallelujah
if it means nothin’ to ya
why d’ya sing with me at all?

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