I reached home at nine-thirty last night, after the exhausting accounting class. I was so tired and my eyes were all droopy after talking a cold shower. I decided not to succumb to sleep. So instead I thought, why not watch 'Live at Abbey Road' ? Damn, the teevee listing. Damien Rice was playing! He played 9 crimes, Rootless Tree, and Volcano. Rice didn't talk a lot, and he said, "In my last conversation with Lisa she said 'People don't talk anymore. They're always talking about themselves.' So I'm not going to say anything." Rice writes the band's lyrics, so in his songs we get a touch of Damien. The dark, brooding music that is meant to be listened to alone, and how each song doesn't stray from the others, always bearing the similar tune, the similar mood. His words that carry a slight mock, and wittiness, and charm.

Just that it's sad that Lisa Hannigen has left the band this March. Her voice is so haunting and chilling, I'm going to miss listening to her. Well you know, if Rice ever wants a new vocalist, I would be willing to quit school and try out. I know most of the lyrics of every Rice's song. I just love his music, and I love his band. I love his beard and his nose, I love his shortness.

His music is depressing, but it lets me connect to the deeper part of my soul. It's like food for my soul. If I go on without it for too long, my eyes would be vacant. I wish there was something more. I can't get enough of Rice's music. I just wish there was more than just listening.

Watching Live at Abbey Road, I was so impressed by him. Mostly performers talk about themselves more than they sing. But Damien was different. He didn't speak much, saying about the whole 'people just talk about themselves.' It meant he was there just for the audience, and let his music define him. I wish they hadn't cut off part of Rootless Tree though. The thing about Rice that I love is his frankness. He just goes, 'Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!' They shouldn't have cut it out. By doing that, they've cut out the essence of the song.

Insane

Should I speak?
Should I bother shaking hands?
Am I weak If I leave it as it stands?
I've submerged
And I've surfaced with the blame
I guess I'm no good
I guess I'm insane

Should I go
If she calls out my name?
And if she bleeds
Should I wipe up the stain?
And if I'm low
Can I drown in this rain?
I guess I'm no good
I guess I'm insane

And I hate when you say
That I never fight for you
Sometimes you breathe
All over my skin
And you always end up
Closer than close
That's where I give in

Should I confess
The actions of a hand
In my mind
I'll betray you once again
Why should I climb?
What is there to gain?
This is no good
This is insane

And I hate when you say
That I never fight for you
Sometimes you breathe
All over my skin
And you always end up
Closer than close
That's where I give in

You're taking
You're taking
You're taking me down
You're taking
You're taking
You're taking me down
And you always end up
Closer than close
That's where I give in
That's where I give in
That's where I give in


- Damien Rice

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