Patti transcends the typical realm of what a singer is typically considered! She’s an artist who represents her words , wether they’re burped, spoken sung , or whispered! So glad I had the opportunity to see her live through the years !
Nodding though the lamp's lit low Nod for passers underground To and fro she's darning And the land is weeping red and pale Weeping yarn from Algiers Weeping yarn from Algiers Weaving though the eyes pale What will rend will also mend The sifting cloth is binding And the dream she weaves will never end For we're marching toward Algier For we're marching toward Algier Lullaby though baby's gone Lullaby a broken song Oh, the cradle was our call When it rocked we carried on And we marched on toward Algiers For we're marching toward Algiers We're still marching for Algiers For we're marching toward Algier For we're marching toward Algier Not to hail a barren sky The sifting cloth is weeping red The mourning veil is waving high A field of stars and tears we've shed In the sky a broken flag Choldren wave and raise their arms We'll be gone but they'll go on and on and on and on and on
Can you believe this is 1979? So ahead of its time...
Patti transcends the typical realm of what a singer is typically considered! She’s an artist who represents her words , wether they’re burped, spoken sung , or whispered! So glad I had the opportunity to see her live through the years !
Trotzdem ist es eine tolle Künstlerin. Da gehört schon eine Menge Selbstvertrauen zu so aufzutreten.
Gives it even more power.
Nodding though the lamp's lit low
Nod for passers underground
To and fro she's darning
And the land is weeping red and pale
Weeping yarn from Algiers
Weeping yarn from Algiers
Weaving though the eyes pale
What will rend will also mend
The sifting cloth is binding
And the dream she weaves will never end
For we're marching toward Algier
For we're marching toward Algier
Lullaby though baby's gone
Lullaby a broken song
Oh, the cradle was our call
When it rocked we carried on
And we marched on toward Algiers
For we're marching toward Algiers
We're still marching for Algiers
For we're marching toward Algier
For we're marching toward Algier
Not to hail a barren sky
The sifting cloth is weeping red
The mourning veil is waving high
A field of stars and tears we've shed
In the sky a broken flag
Choldren wave and raise their arms
We'll be gone but they'll go on and on and on and on and on
Poor thing lost her voice. As a singer, I feel so bad for her. I've had laryngitis too many times
National Anthem vibes.
Oh dang, that sucks.
Is she drunk?
One who think she's on .. something, smoke or drink, only she knows.