Loving You - Paolo Nutini

Back off loneliness, and hello tenderness
I’ve been waiting for your call for so long
It must have been hard just to follow your soul
To stick to the road that your heart wants you to go
And as you slide through the door
with your morals on your sleeve
I think it’s time for all those morals to leave
So let’s get down and freaky baby
Let’s get restless baby, come on get crazy with me

And I said
When you’re loving me, I’m loving you
And I love your prowess in the things that you do
and it’s your flawless soul that bleeds my stone
and when you’re loving me, I’m loving you
and that’s when we’ve got it goin’ on

So many people think we’ve got it wrong
They’ll try to break us but we won’t play along
so let’s get down and dirty baby
Let’s get restless baby
Come on get crazy with me

I was so stranded
I was lost and abandoned
I needed another home
And you flew in my arms
You just flew right into my arms

Introducing my newest fixation, who immediately jumped up the chart of my favorite musicians ever, not to mention, song-writers, performers, oooh they’re just the best!! Thanks to Giovanna davvero bella ;)

The Civil Wars is a duo of Joy Williams and Jack White, characterized with their acoustic style, just a purely acoustic sounds senza all the manufactured elements and definitely no auto-tuning. A brand new hope for the music industry, so it seems.

Their music speaks for itself, it’s honest and meaningful, and they constantly amaze me by doing so much with so few instruments. Most of the time it’s just a guitar and their lovely voices. But their voices are just nice, as crisp as it could be, as mellow as it should be. Perfection! And their harmonies send shivers down my spine. It’s scary to think that creating such beauty is a second nature to them. Just listening to them could make me cry, trust me.

But their live performance are the worsttt (in a good sense). It’s so evocative the way they sing it, the chemistry between them which pretty much makes everyone wishes that they were indeed a couple. But in their defense, White said that if they were indeed a couple, it wouldn’t be a healthy relationship if they keep singing “I don’t love you” (from their song Poison and Wine) to each other. Oh well, I think they’re soulmates in another universe. In addition their performances are so much fun to watch and they’re such a funny bunch of people. Aww if they’re ever coming to Singapore I wouldn’t wanna miss that!

Read the complete biography by Chris Wilman here. A lovely piece :)

ANNDDD. You can download their free album from here. It’s live, purely unplugged. And it’s just their second show, yet they sound so damn good. Live at Eddie’s Attic. 

This song, Falling, is the first song they ever wrote together. Very dark, very emotional indeed, but the harmonies.. oh mann… My personal favorite. 

The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her blind
She felt such pain
Some spoke in anger
Heard folks whisper
There’s no place here for her kind
Still on she came
Through the shame that flushed her face
Until at last, she knelt before his feet
And though she spoke no words
Everything she said was heard
As she poured her love for the Master
From her box of alabaster

[Refrain]

And I’ve come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary’s alabaster box
Don’t be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair
You weren’t there the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When he wrapped his love all around me and
You don’t know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box

I can’t forget the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the sin that had me bound
And I spent my days 
Poured my life without measure
Into a little treasure box
I’d thought I’d found
Until the day when Jesus came to me
And healed my soul
With the wonder of His touch
So now I’m giving back to Him
All the praise He’s worthy of
I’ve been forgiven 
And that’s why
I love Him so much

[Refrain]

And I’ve come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary’s alabaster box
Don’t be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And dry them with my hair (my hair)
You weren’t there the night Jesus found me
You did not feel what I felt 
When He wrapped his loving arms around me and
You don’t know the cost of the oil
Oh, you don’t know the cost of my praise
You don’t know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box

Ukulele + witty lyrics = enough said <3

I used to get upset over giant papercuts and math equations 
Nothing stuck in my craw more than dogfights and shopping malls and tax evasion 
And sexist tabloid culture and Brangelina and paparazzi 
And Proposition 8 and discrimination and neo-Nazis 

But anymore these things don’t seem to bother me 
Ever since I started hanging out with Mr. T 
He told me to stay out of drugs, and drink my milk 
And treat my mother right 
And I pity the fool who disagrees 

I disliked Gwen Stefani for her weird-ass voice and that stupid hair of hers 
And it felt like JK Rowling conspired to kill off all my favorite characters 
I disliked all the people I had to ride with on the commuter bus 
If Nancy Grace and I were to meet I would’ve kicked her in the uterus 

But my attitude has had a total overhaul 
Since Mr. T told me how to forgive them all 
He said “let the naysayers nay, I don’t care what they say, 
“It’s all jibber-jabber anyway” 
and I pity the fool who cannot rhyme. 

He said “I must go on, gotta help more kids and gotta spread my knowledge.” 
I said “T, please don’t go.” He said, “Hold it, kid! You’re old and you’re in college.” 
He said “You know all that I know, I can’t teach you nothing, I swear it’s true, 
Go out and live your life because there’s so much goodness in the world for you. 

“You go watch as Bob Ross paints himself some happy trees 
And those happy cows on TV make you happy cheese.” 
And then he dug in his spurs and rode into the sky on that thing from The Neverending Story 
And I pity the fool who mess with T