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The next big thing
But I've one question, I want something,I want more

In January I read an article in which they asked established singer-songwriters who would be the next thing. The established singer-songwriter on top of my list has to be Joseph Arthur. I'm sure not a lot of you heard from him, but that would be your loss. His concert in the Botanique, last October, is about the most baffling performance I've ever seen.

So who did Joseph recommend? Nerina Pallot. You wouldn't have heard a lot of this lady, since here album is not yet available in Belgium. I bought Fires and also her first record, Dear frustrated superstar in Dublin. I've recently heard her new single Everybody's gone to war on the Belgian radio, but don't be fooled by this highly commercial track.

Nerina's got amazing lyrics, great melodies and an angelic voice. Sometimes she has a whiff of Sheryl Crow or Allanis Morisette to her, but she is in a different league all together. A European tour has been announced, so that's gonna be money well spent...

(Oh, and she's absolutely hot as well!!!)

Jump - Nerina Pallot

Oh good Lord above, I'm immune to the love of a good man
I go for the suckers, the mean motherfuckers I can't resist.
If I should get bitten. As long as he's smitten I understand
That pain comes with pleasure,
such bittersweet treasure cannot be missed.

So how can you help me now?I can't help myself....

I go on and jump, give it a try
Checking the parachute, see if it flies.
Oh if I should break my neck I never bruise....
I go on and jump, give it a try
Don't call the ambulance, I'm still alive
And if I should break my neck I'll make the news.

The Friday night ritual of pulling habitual non-entities.
The lawyers, the bankers, the next morning thank you's and "call you soon..."
These public school faces, I thought time erases one's misery
Oh no, it comes back to haunt you, old photos will taunt of your big mistake

So how can you save me now?
I can't save myself....

I go on and jump, give it a try
Checking the parachute, see if it flies.
Oh if I should break my neck I never bruise....
I go on and jump, give it a try
Don't call the ambulance, I'm still alive
And if I should break my neck I'll make the news.

The Squad

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His masters voice

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