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Taking a page from a friend’s blog…
The goal here is to answer these (at times dramatic) questions using only names of songs by ONE singer/band - and without repeating the titles!
Let’s see…
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It seems there’s love behind everything. Love shaped to resemble anything you can think of. And all too often, love made out to be the prize. I distrust anything and everything that makes love out to be immaculate and a source of endless joy.
Damien Rice first came to my attention in a dark screening room as an unfamiliar voice delivering a haunting song, with lyrics that sounded personal and required a context to be understood. The context on that particular rainy afternoon was the inherent complexity of human entanglements.
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Woman like a man, Lonely Soldier
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Being asked this morning what my favorite kind of music was, I scrunched up my face and wavered between rock and alternative… saying the words with a slight frown meant to signify uncertainty, eyebrows misaligned, forehead made to resemble a lined scrap of paper - uncertainty not as to my own taste but in recognition of how little those words revealed, how precariously they fulfilled their purpose, and how ultimately, they failed to suffice in answering the question. ‘That’s kind of vague…’ I was told and it was precisely what the frown had been there to represent - the awareness of my vagueness.
- ‘What do you like?’
- ‘Damien Rice.’
- ‘Sad boys with guitars.’
- ‘How about Jeff Buckley? Does he qualify?’
- ‘Yup. Sad boys with guitars.’
It has a nice ring to it, that category. I happen to like it…
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For more sad boys read Born to Run and Iris H. falls for an Irish movie.
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Well I don’t know if I’m wrong
Cause she’s only just gone
Here’s to another relationship
Bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease
I’m sure when I’m older I’ll know what that means
Cried when she should and she laughed when she could
Here’s to the man with his face in the mud
And an overcast play just taken away
From the lovers in love at the centre of stage yeah
Loving is fine if you have plenty of time
For walking on stilts at the edge of your mind
I said Loving is good maybe your dick’s made of wood
And the dick left inside only half understood her
What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What make the animal run, run away yeah
What makes him stall, what makes him stand
And what shakes the elephant now
And what makes a man?
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
No I don’t know you any more
No, no, no, no…
I said I don’t know if I’m wrong
‘Cause shes only just gone
Tell me why is this day taking so long
I was a lover of time and once she was mine
I was a lover indeed, I was covered in weed
Cried when she should and she laughed when she could
Oh, closer to god is the one who’s in love
And I walk away cause I can
Too many options may just kill a man
Loving is fine if it’s not in your mind
But I’ve fucked it up now, too many times
Loving is good if it’s not understood
Yeah, but I’m the professor
And feel that I should know
What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What makes the animal run, run away and
What makes him tick apart from him prick
And the lonelier side of the jealousy stick
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
No, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
No, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Hell, I don’t know you or me any more
No, no, no no…
Well I don’t know if I’m wrong
‘Cause she’s only just gone
Here’s to another relationship
Bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease
I finished it off with some French wine and cheese
La fille danse
Quand elle joue avec moi
Et je pense que je l’aime des fois
Le silence, n’ose pas dis-donc
Quand on est ensemble
Mettre les mots
Sur la petite dodo
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(Damien Rice)
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Photographic happy accidents and the ticket.
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Damien Rice is ready to step in and fill a hole whenever I need him to. You can’t ask much more from your favorite singer/songwriter. And you need not ask - that’s precisely what made him your favorite in the first place.
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Two more videos from Damien Rice’s January 30th performance in São Paulo, Brazil. The first is Volcano shot up until the moment Damien invited the crowd to go up onstage and be his choir. Needless to say, mayhem ensued. The second is part of Damien rendition of Tom Jobim’s Desafinado as he was joined onstage by Brazilian musician Max de Castro.
Se você disser que eu desafino amor,
Saiba que isso em mim provoca imensa dor
Só privilegiados tem ouvido igual ao seu,
Eu possuo apenas o que Deus me deu
Se você insiste em classificar,
Meu comportamento de antimusical
Eu, mesmo mentindo devo argumentar,
Que isto é bossa nova, Que isto é muito natural
O que você não sabe, nem sequer pressente,
É que os desafinados também tem um coração
Fotografei você na minha Rolleiflex,
Revelou-se a sua enorme ingratidão
Só não poderá falar assim do meu amor,
Este é o maior que você pode encontrar, viu
Você com a sua música esqueceu o principal,
Que no peito dos desafinados
No fundo do peito bate calado,
Que no peito dos desafinados,
Também bate um coração
(Desafinado)
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