Natalie Merchant - My Skin (video clip & lyrics)

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Natalie Anne O’Shea Merchant (born October 26, 1963 in Jamestown, New York, U.S.) is a professional musician. She co-founded and fronted the band 10,000 Maniacs in 1981, but left the band in 1993 and started a successful solo career. Merchant plays the piano, produces and writes many of her songs.

Her debut solo album Tigerlily (1995) had three top-40 singles: ‘Carnival’, ‘Jealousy’ and ‘Wonder’. This was followed in 1998 with her second solo album Ophelia, her third in 2001 with Motherland, and fourth in 2003 called ‘The House Carpenter’s Daughter’.

Merchant has sung alongside Tracy Chapman, Michael Stipe, David Byrne and Peter Gabriel. She has also collaborated with Billy Bragg a number of times, including the 1998 album Mermaid Avenue. Like Bragg, her work touches on social and political themes; she has been active in promoting a number of campaigning issues in both her songs and through the causes to which she lends her name.

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Natalie Merchant - My Skin


Take a look at my body, look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face saving promises, whispered like prayers
I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable...

Well, contempt loves the silence it thrives in the dark
The fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart
They say that promises sweeten the blow
But I don't need them, no I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm a slow dying flower
I’m the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour
And untouchable

Ooh I need the darkness, the sweetness,
the sadness, the weakness, ooh I need this
Need a lullabye, a kiss goodnight,
angel, sweet love of my life, ooh I need this

I'm a slow dying flower
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour
And untouchable

Do you remember the way that you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored
Your face saving promises whispered like prayers
I don't need them

I need the darkness, the sweetness
The sadness, the weakness, ooh I need this
I need a lullabye, a kiss goodnight
Angel, sweet love of my life, ooh I need this
Well, is it dark enough, can you see me?
Do you want me, can you reach me, or I'm leaving
You better shut your mouth and hold your breath
You kiss me now, you catch your death
Oh I mean this...
Oh I mean this...
« Last Edit: 04 Feb, 2012, 16:48:55 by Ion »
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