SINGY GIRLS

Cover of an old Skeeter Davis tune.

Great song jes

Aw, thanks. They released it recently and all I could think of was that they perfected the song. I'd always liked it, but this version really brings it to the finish line.

Here's Sarah Donner, of whom i became aware because Spike Pipsqueak posted a song of hers in the Geek and Nerd Humor thread . . .

Ddendyl Hoyt, a classically trained singy girl who wandered off that path . . .

Angela Sheik is an electro kind of singy girl . . .

Imogen Heap is an electro singy girl who is even more into the engineering part of the production--she won a grammy for it in 2009 (?) . . .

I'm going to post one of my favorite songs by Amy Lee, of Evanescence . . .

Good stuff Chief.
What this thread is all about.

linda perry...

Aimee Mann - Labrador

Terrific. I liked her in Til Tuesday also.

I like this part, where i get introduced to singers i don't now. Then i spend my time looking them up online and listening to their music.

Have we had any Burly Chassis yet?

This from 5 years ago....how does she do it?

Even if it's not the first time she's appeared here, i, for one, am always glad to listen to a first class singy girl . . .

Fitting, as the World Cup is full of Brazilian music.
Elis Regina has a lovely voice and the interplay between her and Jobim in the recording studio adds to the tune.


A stick a stone
it's the end of the road,

it's the rest of the stump
it's a little alone

it's a sliver of glass,
it is life, it’s the sun,

it is night, it is death,
it's a trap, it's a gun.

The oak when it blooms,
a fox in the brush,

the knot in the wood,
the song of the thrush.

The wood of the wind,
a cliff, a fall,

a scratch, a lump,
it is nothing at all.

It’s the wind blowing free.
It’s the end of a slope.

It’s a beam, it's a void,
it's a hunch, it's a hope.

And the riverbank talks.
Of the water of March

it's the end of the strain,
it's the joy in your heart.

The foot, the ground,
the flesh, the bone,

the beat of the road,
a slingshot stone.

a fish, a flash,
a silvery glow,

a fight, a bet,
the range of the bow.

The bed of the well,
the end of the line,

the dismay in the face,
it's a loss, it's a find.

A spear, a spike,
a point, a nail,

a drip, a drop,
the end of the tale.

A truckload of bricks,
in the soft morning light,

the shot of a gun,
in the dead of the night.

A mile, a must,
a thrust, a bump.

It’s a girl, it's a rhyme.
it's the cold, it's the mumps.

The plan of the house,
the body in bed,

the car that got stuck,
it's the mud, it's the mud.

A float, a drift,
a flight, a wing,

ahawk, a quail,
the promise of spring.

And the riverbanks talks.
Of the waters of March.

It’s the promise of life,
it's the joy in your heart,

a snake, a stick,
it is john, it is joe,

it's a thorn in your hand,
and a cut on your toe.

A point, a grain,
a bee, a bite,

a blink, a buzzard,
the sudden stroke of night.

A pin, a needle,
a sting, a pain,

a snail, a riddle,
a weep, a stain.

A pass in the mountains.
A horse, a mule,

in the distance the shelves.
Rode three shadows of blue.

And the riverbank talks
of the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart

a stick, a stone,
the end of the load,

the rest of the stump,
a lonesome road.

a sliver of glass,
a life, the sun,

a night, a death,
the end of the run

and the riverbank talks
of the waters of march

it's the end of all strain
it's the joy in your heart

Here's one from the excellent BBC 'Transatlantic Sessiojs' series, featuring the gorgeous Joan Osborne.
The way she sings this one, you could be mistaken for thinking East European, rather than a Kentucky girl.

From the same series.....Alison Moorer.

And now for something completely different......this lady has an unusual fashion taste, but boy can she belt it out.

Four Non Blondes......

yup, that's Linda Perry...