Aoife O'Donovan - "Elevators" Acoustic
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- Опубліковано 1 жов 2024
- Aoife O’Donovan - “Elevators” (Acoustic) from the Age of Apathy Solo Sessions on Yep Roc Records. ffm.to/ageofap...
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CREDITS:
Produced by Darren Schneider and Aoife O’Donovan
Aoife O’Donovan - vocals, acoustic guitar
Recorded live at The Audio Temple at Full Sail University in Winter Park, FL
Recorded and Mixed by Darren Schneider
Mastered by Paul Blakemore
LYRICS:
Looking out the window feels like I’ve been here before the shady patch of green behind the big box store
‘round another corner past the swinging light in the back of a cutlass ciera one night
In America America I’m just pulling out my hair trying to remember where I was
In America I swear I saw you running for the back door
I followed you like breadcrumbs out on the county roads
Where the only thing that mattered was lightening my load
At an exxon station I stopped for a drink and I washed the memories down the dirty bathroom sink
In America America I’m just pulling out my hair trying to remember where I was
In America I swear I saw you running for the back door
Elevators old songs
Empty bottles
So long
After midnight when I was young the ice melted on my tongue
Elevators
Broken glass
Nothing lasts
I finally figured out that everything was lost so I climbed in my wagon and started across the wide open prairie, headed up to the lake where is what’s good here? And what are we going to make
Of America? America I’m just pulling out my hair trying to remember where I was
In America
I swear I saw you running for the back door
Aoife's melody writing is so weird, and I mean that in the absolute best way. Reminds me a lot of Joni, which I guess seems like a lazy compairson, since they're both women folkies, but it's far deeper than that. So many unorthodox, but ultimately satisfying choices in her melodies, and a lot of unpredictable rhythmic choices too. She really grabs the ear.
This goes to the mind, heart and soul... 🎶 😔 .. Like memories past.. but still present...
Folk has been waiting for you❤
Elevators, broken glass, nothing lasts………sheer poetry
What a beautiful song. 💌