I have been a fan of Laura Veirs' music for a few years, since my little brother introduced me to the magic. Last year, she released the album JULY FLAME, which until today I have sadly neglected. I don't think I even listened to it when I put it on my computer, in one of those overloads of adding music. To think that I could have been enjoying this for A WHOLE YEAR is saddening, but I digress, I've (re)discovered this album and can't stop listening. Her lyrical poetry is simple yet so visual and I love the musical dynamics she is exploring with so many sounds and instruments in this album. This will be on repeat for awhile! Thanks Laura for sharing your talents, your poetry, and little pieces of yourself through music.
And now I share with you all-
Wide Eyed, Legless-(This is just the song, but I love the descriptions and verbiage she uses)
Down among the dead
The wide-eyed and the legless, only half a head
Half a mouth to laugh from the porthole
With the more than faded epitaphs
Will you ever more tie up my hair with velvet bows?
Will you ever more pull out the splinters from my toes?
I don't think so
Out in the hornet rain the swarming stingers
Pumping poison through my veins
Lacking on the star-crossed lover's map
Take the beating lash, lash for lash
Will we ever more kiss on the boardwalks fading red?
In the light of the waves and the comets waning tail
I don't think so
No more looking back, looking back, looking back
Faded epitaph
No more looking back, looking back, looking back
Faded epitaph
No more looking back, looking back, looking back
Faded epitaph
No more looking back, looking back, looking back
Faded epitaph
July Flame- (This song gave me chills, especially as it begins its descent at the end and the many voices chime in. I also LOVE this music video)
July Flame
Firey kind
Will always
Lead me through the night
Sweet summer peace
High up in the breath
Just out of my reach
Can I call you mine?
Can I call you mine?
Can I call you mine?
Can I call you mine?
July Flame
I'm seeing fireworks
They're so beautiful
Tell me why it hurts
July Flame
Ashes of a secret heart
Falling in my lemonade
Unsinkable thirsting in the backyard
Can I call you mine?
Can I call you mine?
Can I call you mine?
Can I call you mine?
2 comments:
When you grow up I thought you wanted to be your film professor? But I guess we all want to be little parts of different people. A little part of me wants to be you! LUb ya girlie!
Meh, I never really wanted to be a professor- I just love film! I think you are right though, we all want to be little parts of what we imagine people being.
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