jaimilicious

so... i decided time to take the forum in the direction of music.

kt tunstall:

everyone knows her for black horse and the cherry tree. soooooooooo not the full scope of her music. get "heal over," a simple love song in the style of cyndi lauper, sam phillips, eva cassidy, even a tint of joni mitchell. two guitars and a drum set, but beautiful.

heal over -
w. kt tunstall

it isn't very difficult to see why
you are the way you are
it doesn't take a genius to realize
that sometimes life is hard

it's gonna take time
but you'll just have to wait
your gonna be fine
but in the meantime

come over here, lady
let me wipe your tears away
come a little nearer, baby
cause you'll heal over,
heal over
heal over someday

and i don't wanna hear you tell yourself
that these feelings are in the past
you know it doesn't mean they're off the shelf
because pain is built to last

everybody sails alone
oh but we can travel side by side
even if you fail
you know that no one really minds

come over here, lady
let me wipe your tears away
come a little nearer, baby
cause you'll heal over,
heal over
heal over someday

don't hold on
but don't let go
i know it's so hard
you've got to try to trust yourself
i know it's so hard, so hard

come over here, lady
let me wipe your tears away
come a little nearer, baby
cause you'll heal over,
heal over
heal over someday

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Janis Ian

A beautiful singer reminiscent of tenille, clear voiced like sarah mclachlan, writing of joni mitchell and oh, allison krauss, that higher octave but full forced and plush voice you never get tired of listening to.

get "at seventeen," and imagine sitting alone in your room in high school dealing with your self imposed exhile or removal from the "cool" people.

at seventeen
w. janis ian

I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
and high school girls with clear skinned smiles
who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
And those of us with ravaged faces
lacking in the social graces
desperately remained at home
inventing lovers on the phone
who called to say – come dance with me
and murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen
A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
whose name I never could pronounce
said – Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve
The rich relationed hometown queen
marries into what she needs
with a guarantee of company
and haven for the elderly
Remember those who win the game
lose the love they sought to gain
in debentures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
in dull surprise when payment due
exceeds accounts received at seventeen
To those of us who knew the pain
of valentines that never came
and those whose names were never called
when choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
when dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me
We all play the game, and when we dare
we cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
that call and say – Come dance with me
and murmur vague obscenities
at ugly girls like me, at seventeen