there are just so many things to say about james vincent mcmorrow. the irish. the voice. the music and words. he's just stunningly simple. i just loaded my iTunes onto last.fm, and it showed that my most played artist was him, by a landslide (think 300 plays to 82). i have a problem. but he just klills me with his real, honest, gutsy truth.
love him. missed him in toronto in september (boo!), but will walk to the ends of the earth to see him next time. enjoy.
And If My Heart Should Somehow Stop
the wind changed, the first day that you came through | cut the corn, washed it clean | now everything thats ever gone before, is just a blur | it’s all because of you | and now i find, this cities like a stranger to me | i once was fooled by cadillacs and honey | but no one feels like you | not like you | not like you | not like you | cause even though the flower fades something takes it’s place | a marching band on a sunny day, two pretty eyes or a a pretty face | then in the forest i made my home | lay down on hard and ancient stone | then if my heart should somehow stop | i’ll hang on, to the hope | that you’re not too late | that you’re not too late | and there are times i know when i will have to chase you | the further from my side you go, the longing grows | and though i hate this, i’ll still want you | i will hate this, but i’ll still want you | even though the flower dies somethings by it’s side | a helping hand or a kiss goodbye, to ease it on it’s way |