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Old teenage hopes are alive at your door
Left you with nothing
But they want some more.
Leslie Feist (born 13 February 1976) is a Canadian singer-songwriter who
performs as a solo artist under the name Feist and
as a member of Broken Social
Scene. After years of critical acclaim she reached the top 10
of the Billboard Hot 100 in October 2007, after her single "1 2 3
4" became widely heard when its video was featured in an Apple commercial for the iPod nano.
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- On tour I'm so invisible to myself, it's just one task
after another.
In a way as much as I love reading autobiographies, I'm fascinated
with them partially because I would have no sense of how to talk
about my own life with any perspective. Like half of what I like
about autobiographies isn't what happen in their lives, it's ...
I'm so curious on how they remember things that happened. Then I
think, oh maybe it's not accurate, maybe it's just the way they
need to couch an event, they need to remember something that
happened 30 years ago as a certain way in the present to make it,
you know bearable, and so then half the adventure of reading an
autobiography is thinking like, "oh, what does it say about them in
the present that they need to think about the past like that," if
they sound really altruistic or if they sound really benevolent and
kind. Very seldom do you see someone say, "yeah, I was a real
asshole," or if they do it's a charming asshole, it's not the mean
spirited person, you know?
- Because there's just so much in a day now, I keep
writing in much more abstract terms, like I don't try to write
about what happened anymore. It would be impossible.
- On attempts at keeping a journal, as quoted in Stylus
(20 December 2005)
- By nature of me being the one singing it and writing it there
is always an innate bit of autobiography there ... but I think I
learned years ago that you don't get songs that have that long
stride and that pivot-hinge ability if it's too much diary entry.
Bring all the spaces together
And all the silences ever
Bring all the spaces together
Come close again
Be my pause before the end
I miss you, oh, like a fading dream
And I have a feeling you know what I mean.
I know I'm sane
I don't give a care for the crown or the shield
I will not protect you or happily yield
To the one who makes me come undone.
Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born
I'm unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups
But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard.
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay.
Old dirt road (Mushaboom)
Knee deep snow (Mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow (Mushaboom)
I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done.
Don't you wish that we could forget that kiss
And see this for what it is
That we're not in love
The tragedy starts from the very first spark
Losing your mind for the sake of your heart
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start.
Ooh, I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun.
I know more than I knew before
I didn't rest I didn't stop
Did we fight or did we talk.
No one likes to take a test
Sometimes you know more is less.
The truth lies
And lies divide
Lies divide
1 2 3 4
Tell me that you love me more
Sleepless, long nights
That was what my youth was for
Old teenage hopes are alive at your door
Left you with nothing
But they want some more. Oh, oh, oh
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh
You know who you are.
Sweetheart, bitter heart
Now I can't tell you apart
Cozy and cold
Put the horse before the cart
Those teenage boys
Who have tears in their eyes
Too scared to own up
To one little lie.
1 2 3 4 5 6 9 & 10
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then.
The cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break
When given a shake I'm a stem now
Pushing the drought aside
Opening up
Fanning my yellow eye
On the ferry
That's making the waves wave
Illumination
This is how my heart behaves.
Quotes about
Feist
- She really poured it on. She always pours it on. That's Feist.
- Feist comes from an indie-rock world, where it's sacrilege to
admit any kind of ambition. But I had 100 percent in my mind the
idea that we should have as much material as possible that could be
played on the radio or resonate with a huge bunch of people. We
already have the built-in reflex not to get behind anything that's
going to be hollow. And when you have an artist with this kind of
credibility, the idea is to communicate to as many people as
possible without doing something ridiculous.
- Apple has really done its job. I thought it was a cute but
harmless song (I first heard the song when she performed it on
Letterman this past summer, and thought the chorus part was fun.
That was about it). But now? I'm at the point where I'm thinking,
"the next time I'm on iTunes I should download that song." And
there's a reason for that. If I don't hear the entire song, the
thirty-second snippet Apple gave us in the ad will rattle around in
my cranium for months. So it's either download the song or go out
and yell at the college kid who's going to serve me my latte
tomorrow morning. You can see that I have no choice.
- Feist's third album of new material, "The Reminder" is ... the
album that should transform her from the darling of the indie-rock
circuit to a full-fledged star, and do it without compromises. "The
Reminder" is a modestly scaled but quietly profound pop gem:
sometimes intimate, sometimes exuberant, filled with love songs and
hints of mystery. ... In her new love songs Feist apologizes,
confesses to longing, hints at betrayals and misunderstandings and
wonders what might have been. Her voice is self-possessed yet
unguarded, and it hovers in arrangements that are often modest —
just a handful of musicians playing together in a room — but can
also proffer gleaming instrumental hooks and nonsense syllables
that invite singalongs. The songs find equipoise within heartache.
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