Sharon Kovacs - My Love (lyrics and video)

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   Dutch singer Sharon Kovacs (born 15 April 1990) is quickly becoming a force to be reckoned with. Hailing from the Dutch city of Eindhoven, her incredibly dark, raw voice impressed, but also made her musical education a challenging one.

She teamed up with producer Oscar Holleman (Within Temptation, After Forever, Gorefest), who was blown away by her voice. "Though her voice sounds black, here stood a white girl with a shaved head. I was intrigued, so we started working together." Due to her style and dark voice, comparisons to Portishead and Shirley Bassey are quickly made.

As Sharon states: "I listen to Billie Holiday, Etta James, Ella Fitzgerald, Nina Simone, Dinah Washington… Tina Turner and Janis Joplin are favourites as well."

The EP "My Love" was released in The Netherlands on May 9th and reached top 10 in the iTunes charts straight after the release.

Source: Music On Vinyl

Sharon Kovacs - My Love

Babe don't try to call
My heart is ticking and the show just won't wait
It's strange, you couldn't see it my way, hey now go
I pray for you to fall
The spark has died and now you're just too late
A shame, you're knocking at the wrong gate, hey go home
Come what may, I won't give away

My love, diamond rings and Chevrolets
My love, aces high and cigarettes
My love, faking all like Hollywood
My love, love, love

No way you'll see me crawl
Like a shark I'll be ripping you apart
And celebrate with lots of champagne
You caught me on the wrong day, now you know
Come what may, I won't give away

My love, see me dancing in the rain
My love, no more whiskey and cocaine
My love, ending all forbidden fruit
My love, love, love

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
No you can't amuse me, so leave you must
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
If the spell won't kill you, your ego does

My love, diamond rings and Chevrolets
My love, no more tears and no regrets
My love, time to lay the man to rest
My love, love, love
There is no prosthetic for an amputated spirit
Lt Col Frank Slade (Al Pacino, Scent of a woman)


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