Bic Runga - Drive (video clip & lyrics)

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Bic Runga is a rare kind of artist. In an age of increasing musical specialisation, it is rare to find a woman who not only writes, sings and plays but also produces her debut album.

Hailing from Christchurch, New Zealand, Bic grew up in a family where music and art were positively encouraged. Her mother had been a lounge singer in Malaysian night-clubs in the '60s; her father and two older sisters also played and sang. Drums were eleven year old Bic's first passion; by her mid-teens she was singing with jazz groups. At school she toyed with ambitions of becoming a poet but, after taking up guitar and keyboards, channelled her muse into writing her own songs. Bic moved to Auckland in 1994 to pursue a recording career, and spent a year writing, performing and building a reputation with her powerful solo live shows.

In September 1995, aged nineteen, Bic signed as a recording artist with Sony Music New Zealand and in December that year Sony released her first single, the hauntingly beautiful "Drive". The song charted top ten in the national chart sales and won her the prestigious 1996 Silver Scroll, an award for excellence in song writing.

Source: www.sing365.com



Bic Runga - Drive

I know it's late now I know I ought to go
Ride in your car now but please don't drop me home
My head's so heavy, could this be all a dream?
Promise me maybes and say things you don't mean

Rain fall from concrete coloured sky
No boy, don't speak now you just drive, drive
Drive, take me through make me feel alive, alive
When I ride with you

Keep my heart turning on axles around you
Keep our love burning just like it used to do
Now just for us, they could play our favourite tune
Let's not discuss all these things we can't undo

Let rain fall from concrete coloured sky
No boy, don't speak now you just drive, drive
Drive, speed me through make me feel alive, alive
When I ride with you

Rain fall from concrete coloured sky
No boy, don't speak now you just drive

« Last Edit: 10 Oct, 2013, 09:42:33 by Ion »
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Σκοπίμως απέκρυψες ορισμένα βιογραφικά στοιχεία ή κάνω λάθος;



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Υπόσχεθηκα (στον εαυτό μου) να πάψω να σε πληγώνω... :D
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Καιρός ήταν να το καταλάβεις. Και πολύ άργησες.

Μα πού είναι αυτή η Φωτεινή; :-)



 

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