Natalie Merchant — Motherland
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In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
Yo, cut it
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax falling on a termite
That's choking on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)
Yo, bring it on down
(I'm a driver, I'm a winner)
(Things are gonna change I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Sprechen Sie deutsch, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)
Alone, listless
Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl, violence
Center of her own attention
The mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it
Tries to make her proud
The shades go down, it's in her head
Painted room, can't deny there's something wrong
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me
She holds the hand that holds her down
She will rise above
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to me
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to me
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me
(The shades go down)
(The shades go down)
(The shades go, go)
(Go)
Here comes the sun, doo 'n' doo doo.
Here comes the sun, 'n' I say,
It's all right.
Little darlin', it's been a long cold lonely winter.
Little darlin', it feels like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, doo 'n' doo doo.
Here comes the sun, 'n' I say,
It's all right.
Little darlin', the smiles returning to their faces,
Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, doo 'n' doo doo.
Here comes the sun, 'n' I say,
It's all right.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Little darlin', I feel that ice is slowly melting.
Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, doo 'n' doo doo.
Here comes the sun, 'n' I say,
It's all right.
On waves of love, my heart is breaking
And stranger still, my self-control I can't rely on anymore
New tide, surprise, my world is changing
Within this frame an ocean swell behind the smile, I know it well
Beneath a lover's moon I'm waiting
I am the pilot of the storm, adrift in pleasure I may drown
I built this ship, it is my making
And furthermore, my self-control, I can't rely on anymore
I know why
I know why
Crazy on a ship of fools
Crazy on a ship of fools
Turn this boat around, back to my loving ground
Oh no, oh no
Who claims that no man is an island?
While I land up in jeopardy, more distant from you by degrees
I walk this shore in isolation
And at my feet eternity, draws ever sweeter plans for me
I know why
I know why
Crazy on a ship of fools
Ah, crazy on a ship of fools
Turn this boat around, back to my loving ground
Oh no, oh no, ship of fools
Turn this boat around, back to my loving ground
Oh, no
Crazy on a ship of fools
Ah, crazy on a ship of fools
Turn this boat around, back to my loving ground
Oh no, oh no, ship of fools
Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity
Tax the rich, feed the poor
'Til there are no rich no more
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny
Bees make honey, who needs money, No none for me
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Oh yeah!
World pollution, there's no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor
Senators stop the war
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Looking down on empty streets
All she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams made real
All of the buildings
All of the cars
Were once just a dream
In somebody's head
She pictures the broken glass
Pictures the steam
She pictures a soul
With no leak at the seam
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness comes
Nowhere in the corridors
Of pale green and gray
Nowhere in the suburbs
In the cold light of day
There in the midst of it
So alive and alone
Words support like bone
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear you're inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
I swear they moved that sign
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms
Pulling out the papers
From the drawers that slide smooth
Tugging at the darkness
Word upon word
Confessing all the secret things
In the warm velvet box
To the priest, he's the doctor
He can handle the shocks
Dreaming of the tenderness
The tremble in the hips
Of kissing Mary's lips
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear you're inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
I swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms
Mercy, mercy
Looking for Mercy Street
Looking for mercy
Mercy
Looking for mercy
Looking for mercy
Looking for mercy
Oh, looking for mercy
Looking for mercy
Anne, with her father
Is out in the boat
Riding the water
Riding the waves on the sea
Standing on the moon
I got no cobweb on my shoe
Standing on the moon
I'm feeling so alone and blue
I see the gulf of Mexico
As tiny as a tear
The coast of California
Must be somewhere over here - over here
Standing on the moon
I see the battle rage below
Standing on the moon
I see the soldiers come and go
There's a metal flag beside me
Someone planted long ago
Old Glory standing stiffly
Crimson, white and indigo - indigo
I see all of Southeast Asia
I can see El Salvador
I hear the cries of children
And the other songs of war
It's like a mighty melody
That rings down from the sky
Standing here upon the moon
I watch it all roll by - all roll by
Standing on the moon
With nothing else to do
A lovely view of heaven
But I'd rather be with you
Standing on the moon
I see a shadow on the sun
Standing on the moon
The stars go fading one by one
I hear a cry of victory
And another of defeat
A scrap of age old lullaby
Down some forgotten street
Standing on the moon
Where talk is cheap and vision true
Standing on the moon
But I would rather be with you
Somewhere in San Francisco
On a back porch in July
Just looking up to heaven
At this crescent in the sky
Standing on the moon
With nothing left to do
A lovely view of heaven
But I'd rather be with you - be with you
Belladonna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
And yes, her jeans are tight now
She gonna travel light now
She got to tear up all her roots now
She got the turn up for the boots now
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Oh, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes, and he do a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Oh, but I got one for you
Portobello belle
She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Belladonna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers
Yeah, the blind man singing Irish
He gets his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Upon a time he could have made her, made her
Yeah, she thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Oh, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes, and he do a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Oh, but I got one for you
Portobello belle
Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking
And a parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck, there's a rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then, she gets the reggae rumble
Belladonna's in the jungle
But she is no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower
Oh, Belladonna walks
Belladonna taking a stroll
But she don't care about your window box
Or your buttonhole
Yes, and she sing a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Oh, I got one for you
Portobello belle
Portobello belle
D A G A
I'm happy to roam I can find my way to the mountains and the ocean foam.
(Riff 1)
A D G A
But if I had a map to show me the way to your heart dear I'd follow it home.
(Riff 2)
D A G A
Making my way through the dim lit streets of the old town - nowhere to go.
(Riff 1)
A D G A
Wanderin' with the sea wind in my hair I never slow down - I miss you so.
(Riff 2)
CHORUS:
Bm A G Em D
HOLD TO A DREAM - CARRY IT UP AND DOWN
Bm A G Em D
FOLLOW A STAR - SEARCH THE WORLD AROUND
Bm A G Em D
HOLD TO A DREAM - CARRY IT CLOSE TO ME
D
I'M FROZEN IN TIME
A G F#m Em D Riff 1 Riff 2
YOUR LOVE WILL SET ME FREE.
D A G A
The rain outside is beating down, I'm here at home - all alone.
(Riff 1)
A D G A
We used to stay so warm inside, now a night like this - It chills my bones.
(Riff 2)
-CHORUS-
Solo 1(banjo) - Riff 1 - Solo 2 (banjo) - Riff 2 - Solo 3 (violin)
D A G A
I miss you darlin' more and more, I'm thinkin' - Thinkin' of you.
(Riff 1)
A D G A
Late at night lying in my sleep, I'm dreamin' - Dreamin' of you.
(Riff 2)
-CHORUS- (2x)
Mere(h) korlsi ek rani
Ja(h), shart me(h) kernar
Orde(h) korlai me(h)
Orne(h) orda kumera dukalis
He(h) nee eh huchae
Norwegian lukri
Orne(h) kyar rela(h) Tha(h) be(h)ja
Jitte(h) bi teri marji
Me(h) alle(h) dwalle(h) deklar
Kay(h) ohte(h) korsee nee si
Ma(h) duri te(h) be(h)gle
Sume sorcheke(h)
Ordi sharab pyike(h)
Use dar buhjeh tac galla kitia(h)
Fa(h) ome(h) kuy-ar
Sohn da suma horgiar
Orne(h) dusia ke swernu karnte(h), jandi he(h)
Tah hassna shooru karditha
Me(h) ornu dusia, me(h) nee-jarna
Tha bathe betch solhm cha-leg-lar
Jad me(h) jargian,
Me(h) kul-ar se
Eh chirey beergh gey
Fer(h) me(h) aag jug ay see
He(h) nee eh huchee
Norwegian lukri
Let it down, let it down, let it down now
Let it down, let it down, let it down now
Let it down, let it down, let it down now
I always hate nostalgia
Living in the past
No use getting misty-eyed
It all screamed by so fast
When life was so much calmer
Severely buttoned up
The future rich in promises
Milk flowing from the cup
I would spend those lazy days
Lying on a ridge
Watching girls in cotton dresses
Diving off the bridge
Is it too far gone?
Is it too far gone?
Is it too, too far
Too far gone
This was once the country
Now its all the town
What was once the tallest spire
Is just a building crumblin' down
And I'm living in a factory
That's a million dollar flat
I'm not looking for Arcadia
Cause its never coming back
I would spend my childhood days
Lost in starry dreams
And now watch my children
Just downloading them to screens
Let it down, let it down, let it down
Let it down, let it down, let it down
'Cause it's too far gone
It's too far gone
Yeah, it's too, too far
Too far gone
Let it down, let it down, let it down
I'm lying in the garden
Carpets in the shade
Thinking of the future
And all the love we saved
The world outside is ugly
It's bitter and it's harsh
Well, each of us protect ourselves
We're hostage of the past
And it's too far gone
Yeah, it's too far gone
I wonder where did we go wrong
And it's too, too far
And it's too, too far
Too far gone
Demons in the bedroom
Dogs are on the roof
I am in the basement
Looking for the truth
Tired of being patient
For the voice to come
If you want the answer
There is only one, only one
Her flesh is smooth and supple
And velvet as the night
Her eyes are shot with diamonds
A mouth full of delight
There's a goddess in the doorway
Asking how much can I take
And it looks like she's heading my way
There's a goddess in the doorway
Demons in the bedroom
Dogs are on the loose
Driving in the backstreets
Looking for the truth
I'm searching for your temple
Hunting for your shrine
I'm looking for a vision
By a neon sign
There's a goddess in the doorway
Asking how much, how much can I take
And it looks like she's heading my way
There's a goddess in the doorway
And her tears flow like a fountain
Like a river from the mountain
How much
How much can I take
How much, how much can I take
There's a goddess in the doorway
Asking how much can I take
And it looks like she's heading my way
There's a goddess in the doorway
How much
How much can I take?
Asking how much, how much, how much
7 a.m.
The garbage truck beeps as it backs up
And I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away
Could I push rewind?
Oh, the credits traverse signifying the end
But I missed the best part, could we please go back to start?
Forgive my indecision
Then again, then again
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again
Then again, a day will come when I want off that ride, babe
11 a.m.
By now you would think that I would be up
But my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
'Cause now you're not here, and I'm knee-deep in that old fear
Forgive my indecision
I am only a man
Then again, then again
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again, again, again
Then again, a day will come when I want off that ride, baby
12 p.m. and my dusty telephone rings
Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
I hope it's you
It's you
Oh, oh
Then again, then again
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again, again, again
Then again, a day has come, and I want off that ride, babe
Often in my dreams
I see the strangest things
I see the mountains rise
I see them touch the skies
When I'm near to you
I feel the same way too
I feel the mountains rise
I feel them touch the skies
I, I won't see you any more
I, I won't see you any
I will not see you any
More... More... More...
And when I touch you
I feel the same way too
I feel the mountains rise
I feel them touch the skies
Your love holds all these keys
Why can 't I be free
From thoughts of bitter rage
White lions in their cage
I, I won't see you any more
I, I won't see you any
I will not see you any
More... More... More...
I... I...
I... I...
When I touch you
When I touch you
Ahaa... Ahaa...
Mmmmm... Mmmmm...
Mmmmm... Mmmmm...
I'm floating down a river
Oars freed from their holes long ago
Lying face up on the floor of my vessel
I marvel at the stars and feel my heart overflow
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Two weeks without my lover
I am in this boat alone
Floating down a river named "Emotion"
Will I make it back to shore or drift into the unknown?
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
I'm building an antenna
Transmissions will be sent when I am through
Maybe we could meet again further down the river
And share what we both discovered, then revel in the view
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
This house is on fire!
Well, kick off your boots, come sit a spell
Listen to me worry, come on listen well
All you better best come lean in boys
I don't dare to raise my voice
I've been sitting here for the longest time
Reading all the warning and the danger signs
Whoa but I don't have the gift of the prophecy
Telling everybody how it, it's gonna be
Soon come, soon come the day
This tinderbox is gonna blow in your face!
Your face!
Your face!
But, I don't have the gift of the prophecy
Telling everybody how it's gonna be
You go passing wrong for right and right for wrong
People only stand for that for just, so long
It's all gonna catch like a house on fire
Spark an evil blaze and burn higher
Well, I don't have the gift of the prophecy
Telling everybody how it's gonna be
You go passing wrong for right and right for wrong
People only stand for that for just, so long
I don't have the gift of the prophecy
Telling everybody how it's gonna be
There's a wild fire catching In the whip of the wind
That 'd start a conflagration like there has never been!
This house is on fire!
This house is on fire
You could see me reaching
So why couldn't you have met me halfway?
You could see me bleeding
But you could not put pressure on the wound
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico, oh
You could see me breathing
But you still kept your hand over my mouth
You could feel me seething
But you just turned your nose up in the air, oh
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico, ooh
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico, ooh
Where in hell can you go
Far from the things that you know
Far from the sprawl of concrete
That keeps crawling it's way about
1000 miles a day
Take one last look behind
Commit this to memory and mind
Don't miss this wasteland
This terrible place
When you leave, keep your heart off of your sleeve
Motherland cradle me, close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go
Don't you go
Oh my five and dime queen tell me what have you seen
The lust and avarice
The bottomless, the cavernous greed
Is that what you see?
Oh, motherland cradle me, close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go
It's your happiness, I want most of all
And for that I'd do anything at all
Oh mercy me
If you want the best of it
Or the most of it all
If there's anything I can do at all
Now come on shot gun bride
What makes me envy your life
Faceless, nameless, innocent
Blameless and free
What's it like to be
Motherland cradle me, close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go
Don't go
Motherland cradle me, close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go
Don't go
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
Yo, cut it
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax falling on a termite
That's choking on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)
Yo, bring it on down
(I'm a driver, I'm a winner)
(Things are gonna change I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Sprechen Sie deutsch, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)
Alone, listless
Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl, violence
Center of her own attention
The mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it
Tries to make her proud
The shades go down, it's in her head
Painted room, can't deny there's something wrong
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me
She holds the hand that holds her down
She will rise above
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to me
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to me
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me
(The shades go down)
(The shades go down)
(The shades go, go)
(Go)
Here comes the sun, doo 'n' doo doo.
Here comes the sun, 'n' I say,
It's all right.
Little darlin', it's been a long cold lonely winter.
Little darlin', it feels like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, doo 'n' doo doo.
Here comes the sun, 'n' I say,
It's all right.
Little darlin', the smiles returning to their faces,
Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, doo 'n' doo doo.
Here comes the sun, 'n' I say,
It's all right.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.
Little darlin', I feel that ice is slowly melting.
Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun, doo 'n' doo doo.
Here comes the sun, 'n' I say,
It's all right.
On waves of love, my heart is breaking
And stranger still, my self-control I can't rely on anymore
New tide, surprise, my world is changing
Within this frame an ocean swell behind the smile, I know it well
Beneath a lover's moon I'm waiting
I am the pilot of the storm, adrift in pleasure I may drown
I built this ship, it is my making
And furthermore, my self-control, I can't rely on anymore
I know why
I know why
Crazy on a ship of fools
Crazy on a ship of fools
Turn this boat around, back to my loving ground
Oh no, oh no
Who claims that no man is an island?
While I land up in jeopardy, more distant from you by degrees
I walk this shore in isolation
And at my feet eternity, draws ever sweeter plans for me
I know why
I know why
Crazy on a ship of fools
Ah, crazy on a ship of fools
Turn this boat around, back to my loving ground
Oh no, oh no, ship of fools
Turn this boat around, back to my loving ground
Oh, no
Crazy on a ship of fools
Ah, crazy on a ship of fools
Turn this boat around, back to my loving ground
Oh no, oh no, ship of fools
Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity
Tax the rich, feed the poor
'Til there are no rich no more
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny
Bees make honey, who needs money, No none for me
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Oh yeah!
World pollution, there's no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor
Senators stop the war
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Looking down on empty streets
All she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams made real
All of the buildings
All of the cars
Were once just a dream
In somebody's head
She pictures the broken glass
Pictures the steam
She pictures a soul
With no leak at the seam
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness comes
Nowhere in the corridors
Of pale green and gray
Nowhere in the suburbs
In the cold light of day
There in the midst of it
So alive and alone
Words support like bone
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear you're inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
I swear they moved that sign
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms
Pulling out the papers
From the drawers that slide smooth
Tugging at the darkness
Word upon word
Confessing all the secret things
In the warm velvet box
To the priest, he's the doctor
He can handle the shocks
Dreaming of the tenderness
The tremble in the hips
Of kissing Mary's lips
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Wear you're inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
I swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms
Mercy, mercy
Looking for Mercy Street
Looking for mercy
Mercy
Looking for mercy
Looking for mercy
Looking for mercy
Oh, looking for mercy
Looking for mercy
Anne, with her father
Is out in the boat
Riding the water
Riding the waves on the sea
Standing on the moon
I got no cobweb on my shoe
Standing on the moon
I'm feeling so alone and blue
I see the gulf of Mexico
As tiny as a tear
The coast of California
Must be somewhere over here - over here
Standing on the moon
I see the battle rage below
Standing on the moon
I see the soldiers come and go
There's a metal flag beside me
Someone planted long ago
Old Glory standing stiffly
Crimson, white and indigo - indigo
I see all of Southeast Asia
I can see El Salvador
I hear the cries of children
And the other songs of war
It's like a mighty melody
That rings down from the sky
Standing here upon the moon
I watch it all roll by - all roll by
Standing on the moon
With nothing else to do
A lovely view of heaven
But I'd rather be with you
Standing on the moon
I see a shadow on the sun
Standing on the moon
The stars go fading one by one
I hear a cry of victory
And another of defeat
A scrap of age old lullaby
Down some forgotten street
Standing on the moon
Where talk is cheap and vision true
Standing on the moon
But I would rather be with you
Somewhere in San Francisco
On a back porch in July
Just looking up to heaven
At this crescent in the sky
Standing on the moon
With nothing left to do
A lovely view of heaven
But I'd rather be with you - be with you
Belladonna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
And yes, her jeans are tight now
She gonna travel light now
She got to tear up all her roots now
She got the turn up for the boots now
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Oh, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes, and he do a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Oh, but I got one for you
Portobello belle
She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Belladonna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers
Yeah, the blind man singing Irish
He gets his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Upon a time he could have made her, made her
Yeah, she thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Oh, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes, and he do a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Oh, but I got one for you
Portobello belle
Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking
And a parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck, there's a rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then, she gets the reggae rumble
Belladonna's in the jungle
But she is no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower
Oh, Belladonna walks
Belladonna taking a stroll
But she don't care about your window box
Or your buttonhole
Yes, and she sing a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Oh, I got one for you
Portobello belle
Portobello belle
D A G A
I'm happy to roam I can find my way to the mountains and the ocean foam.
(Riff 1)
A D G A
But if I had a map to show me the way to your heart dear I'd follow it home.
(Riff 2)
D A G A
Making my way through the dim lit streets of the old town - nowhere to go.
(Riff 1)
A D G A
Wanderin' with the sea wind in my hair I never slow down - I miss you so.
(Riff 2)
CHORUS:
Bm A G Em D
HOLD TO A DREAM - CARRY IT UP AND DOWN
Bm A G Em D
FOLLOW A STAR - SEARCH THE WORLD AROUND
Bm A G Em D
HOLD TO A DREAM - CARRY IT CLOSE TO ME
D
I'M FROZEN IN TIME
A G F#m Em D Riff 1 Riff 2
YOUR LOVE WILL SET ME FREE.
D A G A
The rain outside is beating down, I'm here at home - all alone.
(Riff 1)
A D G A
We used to stay so warm inside, now a night like this - It chills my bones.
(Riff 2)
-CHORUS-
Solo 1(banjo) - Riff 1 - Solo 2 (banjo) - Riff 2 - Solo 3 (violin)
D A G A
I miss you darlin' more and more, I'm thinkin' - Thinkin' of you.
(Riff 1)
A D G A
Late at night lying in my sleep, I'm dreamin' - Dreamin' of you.
(Riff 2)
-CHORUS- (2x)
Mere(h) korlsi ek rani
Ja(h), shart me(h) kernar
Orde(h) korlai me(h)
Orne(h) orda kumera dukalis
He(h) nee eh huchae
Norwegian lukri
Orne(h) kyar rela(h) Tha(h) be(h)ja
Jitte(h) bi teri marji
Me(h) alle(h) dwalle(h) deklar
Kay(h) ohte(h) korsee nee si
Ma(h) duri te(h) be(h)gle
Sume sorcheke(h)
Ordi sharab pyike(h)
Use dar buhjeh tac galla kitia(h)
Fa(h) ome(h) kuy-ar
Sohn da suma horgiar
Orne(h) dusia ke swernu karnte(h), jandi he(h)
Tah hassna shooru karditha
Me(h) ornu dusia, me(h) nee-jarna
Tha bathe betch solhm cha-leg-lar
Jad me(h) jargian,
Me(h) kul-ar se
Eh chirey beergh gey
Fer(h) me(h) aag jug ay see
He(h) nee eh huchee
Norwegian lukri
Let it down, let it down, let it down now
Let it down, let it down, let it down now
Let it down, let it down, let it down now
I always hate nostalgia
Living in the past
No use getting misty-eyed
It all screamed by so fast
When life was so much calmer
Severely buttoned up
The future rich in promises
Milk flowing from the cup
I would spend those lazy days
Lying on a ridge
Watching girls in cotton dresses
Diving off the bridge
Is it too far gone?
Is it too far gone?
Is it too, too far
Too far gone
This was once the country
Now its all the town
What was once the tallest spire
Is just a building crumblin' down
And I'm living in a factory
That's a million dollar flat
I'm not looking for Arcadia
Cause its never coming back
I would spend my childhood days
Lost in starry dreams
And now watch my children
Just downloading them to screens
Let it down, let it down, let it down
Let it down, let it down, let it down
'Cause it's too far gone
It's too far gone
Yeah, it's too, too far
Too far gone
Let it down, let it down, let it down
I'm lying in the garden
Carpets in the shade
Thinking of the future
And all the love we saved
The world outside is ugly
It's bitter and it's harsh
Well, each of us protect ourselves
We're hostage of the past
And it's too far gone
Yeah, it's too far gone
I wonder where did we go wrong
And it's too, too far
And it's too, too far
Too far gone
Demons in the bedroom
Dogs are on the roof
I am in the basement
Looking for the truth
Tired of being patient
For the voice to come
If you want the answer
There is only one, only one
Her flesh is smooth and supple
And velvet as the night
Her eyes are shot with diamonds
A mouth full of delight
There's a goddess in the doorway
Asking how much can I take
And it looks like she's heading my way
There's a goddess in the doorway
Demons in the bedroom
Dogs are on the loose
Driving in the backstreets
Looking for the truth
I'm searching for your temple
Hunting for your shrine
I'm looking for a vision
By a neon sign
There's a goddess in the doorway
Asking how much, how much can I take
And it looks like she's heading my way
There's a goddess in the doorway
And her tears flow like a fountain
Like a river from the mountain
How much
How much can I take
How much, how much can I take
There's a goddess in the doorway
Asking how much can I take
And it looks like she's heading my way
There's a goddess in the doorway
How much
How much can I take?
Asking how much, how much, how much
7 a.m.
The garbage truck beeps as it backs up
And I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away
Could I push rewind?
Oh, the credits traverse signifying the end
But I missed the best part, could we please go back to start?
Forgive my indecision
Then again, then again
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again
Then again, a day will come when I want off that ride, babe
11 a.m.
By now you would think that I would be up
But my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
'Cause now you're not here, and I'm knee-deep in that old fear
Forgive my indecision
I am only a man
Then again, then again
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again, again, again
Then again, a day will come when I want off that ride, baby
12 p.m. and my dusty telephone rings
Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
I hope it's you
It's you
Oh, oh
Then again, then again
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
But then again, then again, again, again
Then again, a day has come, and I want off that ride, babe
Often in my dreams
I see the strangest things
I see the mountains rise
I see them touch the skies
When I'm near to you
I feel the same way too
I feel the mountains rise
I feel them touch the skies
I, I won't see you any more
I, I won't see you any
I will not see you any
More... More... More...
And when I touch you
I feel the same way too
I feel the mountains rise
I feel them touch the skies
Your love holds all these keys
Why can 't I be free
From thoughts of bitter rage
White lions in their cage
I, I won't see you any more
I, I won't see you any
I will not see you any
More... More... More...
I... I...
I... I...
When I touch you
When I touch you
Ahaa... Ahaa...
Mmmmm... Mmmmm...
Mmmmm... Mmmmm...
I'm floating down a river
Oars freed from their holes long ago
Lying face up on the floor of my vessel
I marvel at the stars and feel my heart overflow
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Two weeks without my lover
I am in this boat alone
Floating down a river named "Emotion"
Will I make it back to shore or drift into the unknown?
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
I'm building an antenna
Transmissions will be sent when I am through
Maybe we could meet again further down the river
And share what we both discovered, then revel in the view
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
This house is on fire!
Well, kick off your boots, come sit a spell
Listen to me worry, come on listen well
All you better best come lean in boys
I don't dare to raise my voice
I've been sitting here for the longest time
Reading all the warning and the danger signs
Whoa but I don't have the gift of the prophecy
Telling everybody how it, it's gonna be
Soon come, soon come the day
This tinderbox is gonna blow in your face!
Your face!
Your face!
But, I don't have the gift of the prophecy
Telling everybody how it's gonna be
You go passing wrong for right and right for wrong
People only stand for that for just, so long
It's all gonna catch like a house on fire
Spark an evil blaze and burn higher
Well, I don't have the gift of the prophecy
Telling everybody how it's gonna be
You go passing wrong for right and right for wrong
People only stand for that for just, so long
I don't have the gift of the prophecy
Telling everybody how it's gonna be
There's a wild fire catching In the whip of the wind
That 'd start a conflagration like there has never been!
This house is on fire!
This house is on fire
You could see me reaching
So why couldn't you have met me halfway?
You could see me bleeding
But you could not put pressure on the wound
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico, oh
You could see me breathing
But you still kept your hand over my mouth
You could feel me seething
But you just turned your nose up in the air, oh
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico, ooh
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
You'd better bend before I go
On the first train to Mexico, ooh
Where in hell can you go
Far from the things that you know
Far from the sprawl of concrete
That keeps crawling it's way about
1000 miles a day
Take one last look behind
Commit this to memory and mind
Don't miss this wasteland
This terrible place
When you leave, keep your heart off of your sleeve
Motherland cradle me, close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go
Don't you go
Oh my five and dime queen tell me what have you seen
The lust and avarice
The bottomless, the cavernous greed
Is that what you see?
Oh, motherland cradle me, close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go
It's your happiness, I want most of all
And for that I'd do anything at all
Oh mercy me
If you want the best of it
Or the most of it all
If there's anything I can do at all
Now come on shot gun bride
What makes me envy your life
Faceless, nameless, innocent
Blameless and free
What's it like to be
Motherland cradle me, close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go
Don't go
Motherland cradle me, close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go
Don't go
Comments (250)add comment
Hey Kermit, is this you? 
personally I prefer Natalie's voice over let's say Sheryl Crow any day of the week, just my opinion it's all subjective
Such a beautiful voice. I'd love to hear her do a duet with Eddie Vedder. Get it on guys!!!
Her voice melts me....
Her voice sounds even better on her live Tiny Desk performance of this song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?...
I don't know how they do it, but that studio sounds amazing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?...
I don't know how they do it, but that studio sounds amazing.
Personally, I love her voice. Wonderful singer and songwriter.
this woman’s voice always bring me back to my younger years, thank you rp
loss of country….loss of parent
Oh, don't you go
We don't see protest songs like this too often. Good ones that is.
Very pleased to hear that she's recovered from her medical problems and has a new album coming out. A wonderful, evocative and expressive artist.
This is a very nice set - 'Motherland' is the first song played. Stick around for 'Weeping Pilgrim' at the end. Tiny Desk - Natalie Merchant
I just came here to like 20 year old comments. 
mgkiwi wrote:
Call their agents. It's a good idea.
Just love this song and Merchant's voice is majestic. I'd love to hear a duet with Eddie Vedder, would complement each other perfectly.
Call their agents. It's a good idea.
Just love this song and Merchant's voice is majestic. I'd love to hear a duet with Eddie Vedder, would complement each other perfectly.
Nice song...
pk53 wrote:
Saw her a few years ago in Brighton (England) and she was so so good. Get to see her if you can.
Is Natalie still performing or active?
Saw her a few years ago in Brighton (England) and she was so so good. Get to see her if you can.
Delightful in every respect
Love her voice and instrumentation on this song. I never tire of it, even if it is a waltz.
Kazoo is strumming on the uke - we loved this and old standards. I am singing solo...
Is Natalie still performing or active?
MsJudi wrote:
Look into her activism. You probably know how some people love to hate musicians, actors, and athletes who use their fame to promote politics that those folks don't like.
So it's fashionable to hate Natalie Merchant? Is there a good reason for it?
Tell you what I see. People complain about "girl bands" and "girlie" pop stars (and rightly so) but when a woman comes along who plays real music, she has to work ten times as hard to gain acceptance from listeners and the media and in the meantime she has to endure the rocks and spears of everyone over ~everything~ she writes and plays. Why?
Honestly, I get fed up with it.
Look into her activism. You probably know how some people love to hate musicians, actors, and athletes who use their fame to promote politics that those folks don't like.
This is a great album, beginning to end. So much resonance in it and beautifully paced. We tend to forget albums taken as a whole in these click a track days, but I almost always put on an album and play it beginning to end.
I love Natalie's voice. Call me a sissy, but I cannot help weeping when I hear "Eat for Two". Being the father of two, and having an inkling of what she sings about.
Epic, beautiful, what more do you need ? God Bless her and keep her safe from trolls ....
lovely.
joelbb wrote:
That song was gorgeous. Don't know what problem you guys have with her voice. Probably the same folks dissin' Van Morrison: just lack the sophistication required to appreciate the subject
dsd wrote:
As of today, it gets a 6.9. Solid enough for most listeners.
Again, thank you for knowing when to ignore your audience and play what you think is good.
As of today, it gets a 6.9. Solid enough for most listeners.
Come on folks, this is beautiful...
Her voice is in my top 5 for female vocalists for sure. So talented.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, good song.
Relayer wrote:
You ok hun?
The fact that my computer was out of reach and I had to listen to this whole song means that the universe owes me something big. Like $10M lottery ticket. I have the equivalent of PSTD for music after hearing that song. Thank God S&G was played next, that helped sooth the pain.
You ok hun?
sirdroseph wrote:
Hey, I am a big fan of deliberately thumbing your nose at the great unwashed believe me however if I owned and operated an internet radio station that at least partially required listener donations to assist in operating costs, I would have more than a passing interest in whether my listeners liked what they are hearing. Just a thought.
What's the name of your radio station?
How long has it been broadcasting?
Hey, I am a big fan of deliberately thumbing your nose at the great unwashed believe me however if I owned and operated an internet radio station that at least partially required listener donations to assist in operating costs, I would have more than a passing interest in whether my listeners liked what they are hearing. Just a thought.
What's the name of your radio station?
How long has it been broadcasting?
changodelaplaya wrote:
What's her best album?
"My husband's a dork"
Natalie Merchant. Arrogant and highly overrated. My wife has a better voice.
What's her best album?
"My husband's a dork"
What a beautiful song. There is something very intimate about a slow, melancholy waltz that brings forth the pain and longing for those parts of life long ago passed into barely remembered sentiment.
Truly a lump in my throat listening to this today.
lizardking wrote:
Evolution, is it called?
Anyway, welcome to the club.
Before being a regular listener of RP (circa 2005) I NEVER would have thought I'd rate a Natalie Merchant track above a 4 or 5. Now that I've been re-programmed (or re-tuned) I can easily say "this one's pretty good" and I've rated it an 8. Long Live RP!!
Evolution, is it called?
Anyway, welcome to the club.
I've been listening to a lot of Natalie Merchant lately. I'm appreciating her unique and beautiful voice more than ever.
Before being a regular listener of RP (circa 2005) I NEVER would have thought I'd rate a Natalie Merchant track above a 4 or 5. Now that I've been re-programmed (or re-tuned) I can easily say "this one's pretty good" and I've rated it an 8. Long Live RP!!
Relayer wrote:
Oh, you Poor Suffering, Tortured, Distressed Soul. It's only music and I'm guessing you enjoy most of what you hear on RP. Some folks out there have it really bad. Relax.
The fact that my computer was out of reach and I had to listen to this whole song means that the universe owes me something big. Like $10M lottery ticket. I have the equivalent of PSTD for music after hearing that song. Thank God S&G was played next, that helped sooth the pain.
Oh, you Poor Suffering, Tortured, Distressed Soul. It's only music and I'm guessing you enjoy most of what you hear on RP. Some folks out there have it really bad. Relax.
sirdroseph wrote:
Judging by the overall ratings scores for most of her songs (including this one at 6.8) , one could assume that most listeners here like her music. The carping in the comments sections, for most "polarizing" artists (e,g, U2, Talking Heads, Dylan, Foo Fighters, etc.) usually doesn't reflect the opinions of majority of the listeners.
Hey, I am a big fan of deliberately thumbing your nose at the great unwashed believe me however if I owned and operated an internet radio station that at least partially required listener donations to assist in operating costs, I would have more than a passing interest in whether my listeners liked what they are hearing. Just a thought.
Judging by the overall ratings scores for most of her songs (including this one at 6.8) , one could assume that most listeners here like her music. The carping in the comments sections, for most "polarizing" artists (e,g, U2, Talking Heads, Dylan, Foo Fighters, etc.) usually doesn't reflect the opinions of majority of the listeners.
dsd wrote:
This is not good, though.
Again, thank you for knowing when to ignore your audience and play what you think is good.
This is not good, though.
For some reason this wonderful song by Natalie reminds me of her Italian Family in Jamestown,NY….Southern Tier of WNY
Cover reminds me of Benton's Persephone.
LOVE Natalie's music. Always had and always will. What a voice!
damn nice. I get it. I'm gonna donate monthly because of the foriegn shit! Amazon music like "60's" is fair at best. love stuff from other countries!!!!!
Thanks to Bill for hanging with Natalie. Love this song.
ShamanManu wrote:
Yup
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Yup
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Have always liked Natalie Merchant ,but I wish she had more range in her voice, or in the songs she chooses to sing. This one is pleasant enough, and like the music score accompanying.
Relayer wrote:
ODAD wrote:
PSTD? — Post Strumming Tinnitus Disorder ?
Potato Sexually Transmitted Disease ?
Partially Staged Tamale Dyam ?
Potentially subject to delirium?
The fact that my computer was out of reach and I had to listen to this whole song means that the universe owes me something big. Like $10M lottery ticket. I have the equivalent of PSTD for music after hearing that song. Thank God S&G was played next, that helped sooth the pain.
ODAD wrote:
PSTD? — Post Strumming Tinnitus Disorder ?
Potato Sexually Transmitted Disease ?
Partially Staged Tamale Dyam ?
Potentially subject to delirium?
Relayer wrote:
PSTD? — Post Strumming Tinnitus Disorder ?
Potato Sexually Transmitted Disease ?
Partially Staged Tamale Dyam ?
The fact that my computer was out of reach and I had to listen to this whole song means that the universe owes me something big. Like $10M lottery ticket. I have the equivalent of PSTD for music after hearing that song. Thank God S&G was played next, that helped sooth the pain.
PSTD? — Post Strumming Tinnitus Disorder ?
Potato Sexually Transmitted Disease ?
Partially Staged Tamale Dyam ?
See ON hea.
dragon1952 wrote:
Yup
Definitely not something I would listen to on purpose.
Yup
Pah! to the negatives comments. I do like this one, reminds me of Oh Susanna, especially Forever at Your Feet track. One for my lullaby playlist
The fact that my computer was out of reach and I had to listen to this whole song means that the universe owes me something big. Like $10M lottery ticket. I have the equivalent of PSTD for music after hearing that song. Thank God S&G was played next, that helped sooth the pain.
Natalie Merchant. Arrogant and highly overrated. My wife has a better voice.
Ahhhh motherland! (NSFW language)
Definitely not something I would listen to on purpose.
Bill, you play too much Natalie Merchant and Indigo Girls. But then again, I think any of those two is too much.
Natalie' one of the finest singer/songwriters going. if you do not care for strong women, not my fault.
TerryS wrote:
When I use the term good taste, it means someone who has been exposed to a decent amount, of a certain breadth, of music. They need to have some sort of thought process of evaluating going on inside.
People confuse their taste with good taste.
NM's voice is no worse than many others', but her efforts are more demeaned than many played here.
When I use the term good taste, it means someone who has been exposed to a decent amount, of a certain breadth, of music. They need to have some sort of thought process of evaluating going on inside.
can handle Nat's voice in this way better than when she was with 10K Maniacs. Mellowed some. Like the lyrics. Sad, but well who doesn't like sad sometimes?
Have a grand day world.
Have a grand day world.
TerryS wrote:Succinctly put!
People confuse their taste with good taste.
People confuse their taste with good taste.
NM's voice is no worse than many others', but her efforts are more demeaned than many played here.
Gorgeous voice - reminds me of Toni Childs
dsd wrote:
Hey, I am a big fan of deliberately thumbing your nose at the great unwashed believe me however if I owned and operated an internet radio station that at least partially required listener donations to assist in operating costs, I would have more than a passing interest in whether my listeners liked what they are hearing. Just a thought.
Again, thank you for knowing when to ignore your audience and play what you think is good.
Hey, I am a big fan of deliberately thumbing your nose at the great unwashed believe me however if I owned and operated an internet radio station that at least partially required listener donations to assist in operating costs, I would have more than a passing interest in whether my listeners liked what they are hearing. Just a thought.
vandal wrote:
I can't - she sounds like a sheep singing into a fan and all I can focus on are her unnaturally large breasts. . .
Strangely there are a few singers like that, but to me Eddie Vedder is the preeminent example. However if you want to get chronological I suppose Belinda Carlisle would be the earliest example I can think of off the top of my head.
I can't - she sounds like a sheep singing into a fan and all I can focus on are her unnaturally large breasts. . .
Strangely there are a few singers like that, but to me Eddie Vedder is the preeminent example. However if you want to get chronological I suppose Belinda Carlisle would be the earliest example I can think of off the top of my head.
The sound of her voice is wonderful.
dsd wrote:
BillG replies:
Actually 69% of the 2,100+ of you who rated this song gave it 7 or higher. I pay a lot more attention to data like that than the opinions (especially negative ones) posted here.
My favorite kind of posts: interesting facts or stories about the artist or song -- particularly those that involve the poster's personal experiences.
Again, thank you for knowing when to ignore your audience and play what you think is good.
BillG replies:
Actually 69% of the 2,100+ of you who rated this song gave it 7 or higher. I pay a lot more attention to data like that than the opinions (especially negative ones) posted here.
My favorite kind of posts: interesting facts or stories about the artist or song -- particularly those that involve the poster's personal experiences.
impossible to state how much this warbling irritates me!!!!!
A big 1 from me
A big 1 from me
Christy Moore does a much better version.
Not really, she has much nicer shoulders 
joeydalts wrote:
joeydalts wrote:
Sjaaks wrote: yes they do. seperated at birth
I know it's totally irrelevant but i'd like to share this very annoying "looks like" opinion with you all. To me she totally looks like a female version of Mark Wahlberg.
Sorry for the spam, but doesn't she?!
tipper wrote:
tipper, good expressed!
And, I never heard "a sheep singing into a fan" What happened with the ears of these guys - blocked of her own drivel?!
I don’t understand RP listeners. Happy to soak up hours of pretentious, same style, I’m a poor working lad, drivel from the likes of Mark Knofler but all the comments about Natalie Merchant seem to concentrate on her tits.
Bad news people; tits don’t sing, don’t write and the milk don’t taste that good.
Natalie Merchant on the other hand can write excellent music, produce innovative and interesting albums.
tipper, good expressed!
And, I never heard "a sheep singing into a fan" What happened with the ears of these guys - blocked of her own drivel?!
vandal wrote:
I can't - she sounds like a sheep singing into a fan and all I can focus on are her unnaturally large breasts. . .
Look pretty natural to me or do you mean for an american?
I can't - she sounds like a sheep singing into a fan and all I can focus on are her unnaturally large breasts. . .
Look pretty natural to me or do you mean for an american?
joelbb wrote:
sing over her...the song itself is wonderful. I just spent it slow waltzing with myself in the house
That song was gorgeous. Don't know what problem you guys have with her voice. Probably the same folks dissin' Van Morrison: just lack the sophistication required to appreciate the subject
sing over her...the song itself is wonderful. I just spent it slow waltzing with myself in the house
what a beautiful voice
Motherland cradle me
Close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe
Lie with me
Stay beside me
Don't go, don't you go
Motherland cradle me
Close my eyes
Lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe
Lie with me
Stay beside me
Don't go, don't you go
vandal wrote:
I can't - she sounds like a sheep singing into a fan and all I can focus on are her unnaturally large breasts. . .
Probably the funniest song comment I have ever read.
I can't - she sounds like a sheep singing into a fan and all I can focus on are her unnaturally large breasts. . .
Probably the funniest song comment I have ever read.
Like nails scratching on a chalkboard.
Hannio wrote:
I think they are naturally wonderful. But you are right about the sheep singing into a fan.
Hahahahah. That's the funniest thing I ever heard!
I think they are naturally wonderful. But you are right about the sheep singing into a fan.
Hahahahah. That's the funniest thing I ever heard!
That song was gorgeous. Don't know what problem you guys have with her voice. Probably the same folks dissin' Van Morrison: just lack the sophistication required to appreciate the subject
Cynaera wrote:
Nope, no bashing here. Absolutely right, and thanks for everything.
"even her worst material is bearable because she's got such an awesome voice..."
*Let the bashing begin.*
*Let the bashing begin.*
Nope, no bashing here. Absolutely right, and thanks for everything.
vandal wrote:
I can't - she sounds like a sheep singing into a fan and all I can focus on are her unnaturally large breasts. . .
I think they are naturally wonderful. But you are right about the sheep singing into a fan.
I can't - she sounds like a sheep singing into a fan and all I can focus on are her unnaturally large breasts. . .
I think they are naturally wonderful. But you are right about the sheep singing into a fan.
negativity sucks
gjr wrote:
marky-mark can sing a LOT better........her voice has all of the soothing qualities of sandpaper on a sunburn
gjr wrote:
marky-mark can sing a LOT better........her voice has all of the soothing qualities of sandpaper on a sunburn
Junkies Snoozefest followed by "Froginnerthroat"??!!!!!?
Bill? Rebecca??? Why are you doing this to us?
Bill? Rebecca??? Why are you doing this to us?
gjr wrote:
marky-mark can sing a LOT better........her voice has all of the soothing qualities of sandpaper on a sunburn
So did Dylan and Rod Stewart and it didn't hurt their careers. I love Natalie, she has things to say that I want to hear, in whatever voice she uses.
marky-mark can sing a LOT better........her voice has all of the soothing qualities of sandpaper on a sunburn
So did Dylan and Rod Stewart and it didn't hurt their careers. I love Natalie, she has things to say that I want to hear, in whatever voice she uses.
Sjaaks wrote:
marky-mark can sing a LOT better........her voice has all of the soothing qualities of sandpaper on a sunburn
I know it's totally irrelevant but i'd like to share this very annoying "looks like" opinion with you all. To me she totally looks like a female version of Mark Wahlberg.
Sorry for the spam, but doesn't she?!
marky-mark can sing a LOT better........her voice has all of the soothing qualities of sandpaper on a sunburn
I know it's totally irrelevant but i'd like to share this very annoying "looks like" opinion with you all. To me she totally looks like a female version of Mark Wahlberg.
Sorry for the spam, but doesn't she?!
elevator music
Her voice over time is becoming almost comical. I liked her back in the 90's but wow, time has not been good to her voice. I can envision as I listen to this - a SNL skit with one of the cast members impersonating her.
I'm embarrassed to admit that her physical appearance in 2001 has made me raise my, erm, vote from 7 to 8. I beg forgiveness for the blatant sexism and wish my RP brethren blessings throughout 2012!
tipper wrote:
You are right. I need to get another look at Mark Knopfler's breasts.
I don’t understand RP listeners. Happy to soak up hours of pretentious, same style, I’m a poor working lad, drivel from the likes of Mark Knofler but all the comments about Natalie Merchant seem to concentrate on her tits.
Bad news people; tits don’t sing, don’t write and the milk don’t taste that good.
Natalie Merchant on the other hand can write excellent music, produce innovative and interesting albums.
You are right. I need to get another look at Mark Knopfler's breasts.
Her voice is no more peculiar than many of the male songwriters and singers played here..........but, as has been pointed out ad nauseum, she has boobs. SFW?
Enjoy the song.
Enjoy the song.
zschubert wrote:
And those boobs!
Not nearly one of her best but still.. that voice and that spirit.
And those boobs!
Not nearly one of her best but still.. that voice and that spirit.
Proclivities wrote:
Mark doesn't actually seem to be sporting any...
Singing tits on the other hand probably would do really well...
tipper wrote:
The overwhelming majority of comments about Natalie Merchant on RP concern her voice - especially from those who vehemently dislike it. The comments about songs from this album may refer to her bosom more than those from other albums, since that part of her anatomy is somewhat noticable on the cover photo.
While "tits don't sing" or "write", they have certainly inspired a great deal of songwriting...among other things.
I don’t understand RP listeners. Happy to soak up hours of pretentious, same style, I’m a poor working lad, drivel from the likes of Mark Knofler but all the comments about Natalie Merchant seem to concentrate on her tits.
Bad news people; tits don’t sing, don’t write and the milk don’t taste that good.
Natalie Merchant on the other hand can write excellent music, produce innovative and interesting albums.
The overwhelming majority of comments about Natalie Merchant on RP concern her voice - especially from those who vehemently dislike it. The comments about songs from this album may refer to her bosom more than those from other albums, since that part of her anatomy is somewhat noticable on the cover photo.
While "tits don't sing" or "write", they have certainly inspired a great deal of songwriting...among other things.
Mark doesn't actually seem to be sporting any...
Singing tits on the other hand probably would do really well...
On this song she is a warbler...
I knew right away it was Natalie Merchant. I just came in from watering my garden, arguing with my brother, and scritching on a couple of cats - and this song was playing on my computer. I'm not sure I like the song, but at least I knew it was Natalie. I might need a couple more listens to make a rating. I can say, though, that even her worst material is bearable because she's got such an awesome voice...
*Let the bashing begin.*
*Let the bashing begin.*
tipper wrote:
The overwhelming majority of comments about Natalie Merchant on RP concern her voice - especially from those who vehemently dislike it. The comments about songs from this album may refer to her bosom more than those from other albums, since that part of her anatomy is somewhat noticable on the cover photo.
While "tits don't sing" or "write", they have certainly inspired a great deal of songwriting...among other things.
I don’t understand RP listeners. Happy to soak up hours of pretentious, same style, I’m a poor working lad, drivel from the likes of Mark Knofler but all the comments about Natalie Merchant seem to concentrate on her tits.
Bad news people; tits don’t sing, don’t write and the milk don’t taste that good.
Natalie Merchant on the other hand can write excellent music, produce innovative and interesting albums.
The overwhelming majority of comments about Natalie Merchant on RP concern her voice - especially from those who vehemently dislike it. The comments about songs from this album may refer to her bosom more than those from other albums, since that part of her anatomy is somewhat noticable on the cover photo.
While "tits don't sing" or "write", they have certainly inspired a great deal of songwriting...among other things.
If it weren't for breasts, you wouldn't be here Mr. "Big Boobs"
sirdroseph wrote:
She has really big boobs.
OMG, you really crazy guys!!
She has really big boobs.
OMG, you really crazy guys!!
songbirdfemme wrote:
That is what you call a self answering question.
I dont know why y'all would complain about Natalie Merchants voice, she sings just like Eddie Vedder. (I like them both though)
That is what you call a self answering question.
tipper wrote:
She has really big boobs.
I don’t understand RP listeners. Happy to soak up hours of pretentious, same style, I’m a poor working lad, drivel from the likes of Mark Knofler but all the comments about Natalie Merchant seem to concentrate on her tits.
Bad news people; tits don’t sing, don’t write and the milk don’t taste that good.
Natalie Merchant on the other hand can write excellent music, produce innovative and interesting albums.
She has really big boobs.
pcicatar wrote:
For me, this has always been the lack of entry point for her music - I can't understand what she's singing! She has a perfectly fine speaking voice but, as soon as she adds a melody, Natalie begins to sound as if she's hearing impaired.
She has a very peculiar singing voice, but I've never had trouble parsing her lyrics, and I tend to have that problem with a lot of singers. I do think that her voice was clearer back in the Maniacs days, though. I think it's a common thing with singers, that they accentuate the distinctive parts of their sound as time goes by.
For me, this has always been the lack of entry point for her music - I can't understand what she's singing! She has a perfectly fine speaking voice but, as soon as she adds a melody, Natalie begins to sound as if she's hearing impaired.
She has a very peculiar singing voice, but I've never had trouble parsing her lyrics, and I tend to have that problem with a lot of singers. I do think that her voice was clearer back in the Maniacs days, though. I think it's a common thing with singers, that they accentuate the distinctive parts of their sound as time goes by.
I don't get her popularity. She has the worst voice, the droniest tune/tone, and she's just all around a major BLAH!!!
She is a warbler!
Extract the marbles from your g-d throat!
tipper wrote:
Hey, I'm a big fan of her tits (and I wish we could see more of them), but I like her voice and songwriting more.
I don’t understand RP listeners. Happy to soak up hours of pretentious, same style, I’m a poor working lad, drivel from the likes of Mark Knofler but all the comments about Natalie Merchant seem to concentrate on her tits.
Bad news people; tits don’t sing, don’t write and the milk don’t taste that good.
Natalie Merchant on the other hand can write excellent music, produce innovative and interesting albums.
Hey, I'm a big fan of her tits (and I wish we could see more of them), but I like her voice and songwriting more.
I don’t understand RP listeners. Happy to soak up hours of pretentious, same style, I’m a poor working lad, drivel from the likes of Mark Knofler but all the comments about Natalie Merchant seem to concentrate on her tits.
Bad news people; tits don’t sing, don’t write and the milk don’t taste that good.
Natalie Merchant on the other hand can write excellent music, produce innovative and interesting albums.
Interesting interview about the turn in her career in local paper today:
https://articles.lancasteronline.com/local/4/300953
She will be here in a few days.
https://articles.lancasteronline.com/local/4/300953
She will be here in a few days.
The Motherland called.....
David Gray and Natalie Merchant... separated at birth.
Does anyone else hear Tracy Chapman's voice here? Not a bad tune.
haresfur wrote:
I like her music very much but a little more enunciation would help me actually hear the words. As it is even the tunes I've listened to a lot fall into the category of "Well, it sure seems the lyrics would be profoundly meaningful if I knew what they were."
For me, this has always been the lack of entry point for her music - I can't understand what she's singing! She has a perfectly fine speaking voice but, as soon as she adds a melody, Natalie begins to sound as if she's hearing impaired.
And yes, she does have a nice rack.
I like her music very much but a little more enunciation would help me actually hear the words. As it is even the tunes I've listened to a lot fall into the category of "Well, it sure seems the lyrics would be profoundly meaningful if I knew what they were."
For me, this has always been the lack of entry point for her music - I can't understand what she's singing! She has a perfectly fine speaking voice but, as soon as she adds a melody, Natalie begins to sound as if she's hearing impaired.
And yes, she does have a nice rack.
ch83575 wrote:
I think "decent breasts" might be a bit too polite to sound sardonic. Perhaps next time you should try: "She has nice tits, but a flat voice." And see how that goes over.
Wouldn't "She has a big chest but a flat voice" be a better juxtaposition?
I like her music very much but a little more enunciation would help me actually hear the words. As it is even the tunes I've listened to a lot fall into the category of "Well, it sure seems the lyrics would be profoundly meaningful if I knew what they were."
I think "decent breasts" might be a bit too polite to sound sardonic. Perhaps next time you should try: "She has nice tits, but a flat voice." And see how that goes over.
Wouldn't "She has a big chest but a flat voice" be a better juxtaposition?
I like her music very much but a little more enunciation would help me actually hear the words. As it is even the tunes I've listened to a lot fall into the category of "Well, it sure seems the lyrics would be profoundly meaningful if I knew what they were."
twice in one afternoon?
(earphones out)
(earphones out)