I am more than a little enamoured with Emeli Sande’s voice and her simple but often heartbreaking lyrics. I’ve had to ban both “Suitcase” and “Maybe” from my listening rotation since by breakup because, while beautiful, they are just a damned site to spot on for me right now. They’d make me cry forever and I’d never get anything done.
And, ok, “Clown” is also lovely and moving (and has strings!), but it’s been stuck in my head all week and I thought it was appropriately themed with my other post this week.
It also makes me want to choreograph and perform some angsty teenage modern/interperative dance. Ahem. Not that I’ve ever done that
to an Evanescence song in highschool wearing a shredded denim skirt kind of thing. Annnnnyway…