Dear Frustrated Superstar
Must be about me, you know I have it in me
Dear Frustrated Superstar,
your mother's waiting in the car
To whisk you off to your new premiere
And all the friends who knew your name
Are waiting, wondering what became
Of the girl that they once knew but never loved
They never loved.
So every city tells the lie
Of beggars, tramps and butterflies
Of all these things, then what am I?
A princess in a threadbare gown,
A gaudy, painted circus clown?
A child who lost her key and can't get home?
All the things I never was -
A traitor in the Western Wars
A girl who did it just because.
Do or die, or don't at all
Prepare to suffer for your call
Some things have to hurt or they're not true.
They can't be true
When you die, you'll wonder, "Was that it?"
Will you think of how you'd wished you lived?
Well, you're here now
Yes you're here now.
So I only want to be up there
With a hundred others, I don't care
'Cause I'm here now
Yes I'm here now.
Papers, books, philosophy
An envelopes eternity
I count each passing minute, hour, day.....
Wonder how I smile so well,
Wonder how they never tell
There's really no one living here at all.
So here's a line from God's own song
To comfort you when things go wrong
My children never visit me.
Go searching in the sky at night
They must be there to set alight
Their mothers aching heart is so unsure
I'm so unsure....
When you die, you'll wonder, "Was that it?"
Will you think of how you'd wished you lived?
Well, you're here now
Yes you're here now.
So I only want to be up there
With a hundred others, I don't care
'Cause I'm here now
Yes I'm here now.
Dear Frustrated Superstar,
I really hope you get that far
If not, I hope you live
I hope you live.
Must be about me, you know I have it in me
Dear Frustrated Superstar,
your mother's waiting in the car
To whisk you off to your new premiere
And all the friends who knew your name
Are waiting, wondering what became
Of the girl that they once knew but never loved
They never loved.
So every city tells the lie
Of beggars, tramps and butterflies
Of all these things, then what am I?
A princess in a threadbare gown,
A gaudy, painted circus clown?
A child who lost her key and can't get home?
All the things I never was -
A traitor in the Western Wars
A girl who did it just because.
Do or die, or don't at all
Prepare to suffer for your call
Some things have to hurt or they're not true.
They can't be true
When you die, you'll wonder, "Was that it?"
Will you think of how you'd wished you lived?
Well, you're here now
Yes you're here now.
So I only want to be up there
With a hundred others, I don't care
'Cause I'm here now
Yes I'm here now.
Papers, books, philosophy
An envelopes eternity
I count each passing minute, hour, day.....
Wonder how I smile so well,
Wonder how they never tell
There's really no one living here at all.
So here's a line from God's own song
To comfort you when things go wrong
My children never visit me.
Go searching in the sky at night
They must be there to set alight
Their mothers aching heart is so unsure
I'm so unsure....
When you die, you'll wonder, "Was that it?"
Will you think of how you'd wished you lived?
Well, you're here now
Yes you're here now.
So I only want to be up there
With a hundred others, I don't care
'Cause I'm here now
Yes I'm here now.
Dear Frustrated Superstar,
I really hope you get that far
If not, I hope you live
I hope you live.
Tes ne keer iets anders dan Dep-mod.
Though the cover and title are more than a little reminiscent of Alanis Morissette or even Tori Amos, Nerina Pallot is a slightly different proposition. Yes, she's a singer songwriter, and yes, she's obviously listened to a lot of Joni Mitchell, but there's a pure pop sensibility to this record that lifts her out of the 'this year's Tanita Tikaram' category. Dear Frustrated Superstar draws on elements of trip hop, Crowded House type post-Beatles pop and classic singer songwriter introversion, all topped off with lashings of strings and very little evidence of synths, drum machines or samples. Doubtless comparisons will be made with Dido, but Pallot comes across more like an anglicised Shawn Colvin, with the potential to be much more than either comparison might suggest. Quite a few of the songs here immediately jump out as singles (unfortunately "Patience", her current single, isn't really one of them)."Watch out Billie", a warning to a young female would be pop star about the perils of fame, (not dedicated to the current Mrs Chris Evans, surely) is one of those songs that bores itself into your brain and stays there for ever; "If I Know You", "Rainbow" and "Alien" aren't far behind in terms of infectiousness though.
Pallot's voice is, like Colvin's, reminiscent of her heroine Joni Mitchell and even occasionally a less quirky Kate Bush; she gives fine, unaffected performances throughout and enlivens even the less inspired songs with her delivery. The only problem with the record is that it's too long, though the closer, "My Last Tango", and the subsequent hidden track are two of the album's highlights; a more expansive, acoustic feel predominates here in contrast to the crisply executed pop of the rest of the record.
Om kort te zijn : da maske es echt ni slecht
Posted by
Anonymous |
24 August, 2006 19:13
geef haar maar eens de volle lading
Posted by
DVLMN |
25 September, 2006 15:53