St. Vincent (musician)
American multi-instrumentalist, singer and songwriter who performs using the moniker St Vincent.
Tell the truth now
Your heart is a strange little orange to peel
What's the deal?
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.
I'm just the same but brand new
And anything you wrote I checked for codes and clues.
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.
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.
The keys are in my pocket and they rattle you awake.
There are no signs,
There are no stars aligned,
No amulets no charms,
To bring you back to my arms.
There's just this human heart.
That's built with this human fault.
What was your question?
Love is the answer.
Romeo, where'd you go?
It's been years and still no sign,
But I'm keeping hope alive.
Many people wanna make money, make love,
make friends, make peace with death —
But most mainly want to win the game they came to win
they want to come out ahead.
But you, you're a rock, with a heart like a socket I can plug into at will.
And will you guess when I come around next.
I hope your open sign is blinking still.
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.