St. Vincent (musician)
American multi-instrumentalist, singer and songwriter who performs using the moniker St Vincent.
Honey what reveals you is what you hide away.
The unkissed girls and boys of paradise
Are lining up around the block
Back pockets full of dynamite
While their neighbors talk and talk.
It's time.
You are light.
I guess you are afraid of what everyone is made of —
Time and Light.
Sticks and stones have made me smarter
it's words that cut me under my armor they say...
Tomorrow's some kind of Strangerland where all the news is good.
I wish I had a gentle mind and a spine made up of iron.
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.
What would the neighbors think?
Oh no! If they only knew.
Come, my love, the stage is waiting,
Be the one to save my saving grace.
I'm a debut artist, I'm not established — nobody would write about it if they didn't like it. So I'm waiting for the next album for the backlash.
I like the material, which makes it easy to sort of delve into it, and then also I was too tired to be nervous. I was just happy. The anxiety, the anxious energy was not there, because I was too exhausted.
I love the idea that something would be whimsical, and like "delightful", you know, but also disgusting — so I like this sort of, you know, a really gnarly guitar — really gross, disgusting guitar and then a — really a whimsical... — it's one of those things you can only describe in sort of awkward hand gestures and eye motions. Imagine!
Honey the party went away quickly, but thats the trouble with ticking and talking.
While Jesus is saving, I'm spending all my grace,
on rosy-red pallor of lights on center stage.
While people have cheered on the awful mess we've made,
through storms of red roses we've exited the stage
What me worry? I never do.
Life is one charming ruse for us lucky few.
Some songs I wrote that night, and some songs took nine months to arrange, get how I positioned them. Some songs I wrote parts of when I was twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen… Just putting it together, just finding the right place for it. So it's really been a long time coming. ... I'm actually really restless, in the sense that I'd rather be always making something new. I'm really excited about making a second record. I've got a lot of things up my sleeve, I guess.
All your praying moments amount to just one breath.
Please keep your victory
But give me little death.
Let's pour wine in coffee cups and drive around the neighborhood
And shine the headlights on houses until all the news is good.
You're a supplement, You're a salve,
You're a bandage, pull it off
I can quit you, cut it out.
You're a patient, iron lung.
Her stage name was inspired by the hospital where Dylan Thomas spent his last hours. “It’s the place where poetry comes to die,” she said, joking. “That’s me."