St. Vincent (musician)
American multi-instrumentalist, singer and songwriter who performs using the moniker St Vincent.
Just like an amnesiac, trying to get my senses back.
Oh where did they go.
Come, my love, the stage is waiting,
Be the one to save my saving grace.
I wish I had a gentle mind and a spine made up of iron.
Tomorrow's some kind of Strangerland where all the news is good.
Sticks and stones have made me smarter
it's words that cut me under my armor they say...
Here's an awesome tour story: I was playing these two shows last fall in Europe, we played at Reykjavík, and the three or four days we were in Reykjavík happened to be the one and only Sugarcubes reunion show… So it was like, tour of a lifetime.
I do a dance to make the rain come,
Smile to keep the sky from falling down, down, down, down.
Collect the love that I've been given
Build a nest for us to sleep in here
You know it's real.
I'm just the same but brand new
And anything you wrote I checked for codes and clues.
I always looked at any instrument as just a tool, an expressive voice to write with. It even differs from guitar to guitar. Some guitars demand that you play them delicately and really respect the instrument, and some beg to be abused. Same with piano. I know with guitar, I'm intimate with it enough to know when I put my fingers here, it will sound like this. I prefer writing on piano because it's always a surprise.
Tell the truth now
Your heart is a strange little orange to peel
What's the deal?
Little lamb, what's your plan?
Greener pastures in the sky?
It's a shame you want to die know why
Just to find you've been blinded to the greenest of pastures they're right here on Earth
For what it's worth you're not the first to break my heart.
A lot of the songs have a duality about them; one part is totally sincere, and there's another part that is kind of smirking and making light of it all. Or there's a very dark streak about it.
We're sleeping underneath the bed to scare
The monsters out
With our dear daddy's Smith and Wesson. We've got to teach them all a lesson.
The first thing I did when I picked up any instrument, when I was five years old, was write a song. It's kind of funny; I thought about it, statements that it's a "solo effort" — it's kind of like, "Oh, well I've been doing this since I was five." I was kind of doing this before I did anything else.
Leaden trumpets spit the soot of power they say
"I'm on your side when nobody is, cause nobody is.
Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear"
I traded my plot of land for a plane to anywhere
Oh where did you go.
And I can't see the future but I know it's watching me.
All my old friends aren't so friendly
And all my old haunts are now haunting me.
I think I love you I think I'm mad.
Marry me, John, I'll be so good to you —
You won't realize I'm gone,
You won't realize I'm gone.
Lover, I don’t play to win but for the thrill until I’m spent.
Paint the black hole blacker. Paint the black hole blacker
I'm crawling through landmines
Just to know where you are.