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Shawn Colvin — Polaroids
Album: Fat City
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Released: 1992
Length: 5:34
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Please no more therapy
Mother take care of me
Piece me together with a
Needle and thread
Wrap me in eiderdown
Lace from your wedding gown
Fold me and lay me down
On your bed
Or liken me to a shoe
Blackened and spit-shined through
Kicking back home to you
Smiling back home
Singing back home to you
Laughing back home to you
Dragging back home to you


I was so wary then
The ugly American
Thinner than oxygen
Tough as a whore
I said you can lie to me
I own what's inside of me
And nothing surprises me anymore
But forests in Germany
Kids in the Tuileries
Broken-down fortresses
In old Italy
And claiming his victory
Shrouded in mystery
He went running away with me


Back in our home New York
Walking these streets forlorn
We all in our uniforms
Black and black
Doing that slouch and jive
The artist must survive
We've got all we need we cried
And we don't look back
Thinking we had it made
Poised for the hit parade
Knee deep in accolades
The conceptual pair
But ever the malcontent
He left without incident
Vanished into thin air


Now I am always amazed
Words can fill up a page
Pages fill up the days
Between him and me
But the vows that we never keep
From bedrooms to business-speak
Make me remember how cheap
Words can be
And the letters I wrote you of
Were those of the desperate stuff
Like begging for love in a suicide threat
But I am too young to die
Too old for a lullaby
Too tired for life on the ledge


But I had a dream last night
Of lovers who walked the plank
Out on the edge of time
Amidst ridicule
They laughed as they rocked and reeled
Over the mining fields
Coming to rest on this ship of fools
But he just took polaroids
Of her smile in the light
Of the dawn of the menacing sky
And before they went overboard
She turned and held up a card
And it said Valentine
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one of her best. good quiet with a fire in the stove, good loud with nobody else in the house (and a chance to dance without someone laughing at you!), good medium with the speakers in the back windows and the grill going ... a delight, in my experience.
Shawn Colvin can do no wrong!
In her finest hour, Shawn did despair well. Let's hope she can find her voice without it. I miss her best stuff too. Vanilla, she was most certainly not, at least then. "I said you can lie to me, I own what's inside of me." "All in our uniforms black on black" "Doing that slow gin jive, the artists, we must survive" "Knee deep in accolades.." "Begging for love in a suicide threat.." "Too young to die, too old for a lullaby..."
I saw her open for Richard Thompson over 10 years ago, and liked her well enough. Ever since, I've tried to keep that appreciation, but it's slowly faded. I must admit now that she just doesn't do it for me. Too vanilla.
fridgepoet wrote:
Shawn needs to be seen live to really appreciate her; the studio work becomes illuminated and complemented by seeing her live. Unfortunately, IMHO, she has been coasting for years and it's hard to say whether she will again endeavor to reach the peaks of Steady On and Fat City.
Agreed. Covergirl was the last great SC album. There have been good tracks since then, but the writing doesn't seem as intimate or personal - seems more like songwriting exercises.
outstanding voice and musical arragement
Shawn needs to be seen live to really appreciate her; the studio work becomes illuminated and complemented by seeing her live. Unfortunately, IMHO, she has been coasting for years and it's hard to say whether she will again endeavor to reach the peaks of Steady On and Fat City.
One of Shawn's best. Love it!