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16 May 11 - 01:34 PM (#3155213) Subject: Lyr Req: Sylvie Sovay - Bella Hardy From: GUEST,dexter does anyone have these lyrics? thank you! |
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16 May 11 - 04:55 PM (#3155341) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sylvie Sovay - Bella Hardy From: Noreen Sovay is in the DT- is this what you want, dexter? I'm sorry but I haven't heard Bella's version. |
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16 May 11 - 04:57 PM (#3155345) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sylvie Sovay - Bella Hardy From: VirginiaTam Do you mean The Female Highwayman? Try these threads |
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16 May 11 - 04:58 PM (#3155346) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sylvie Sovay - Bella Hardy From: VirginiaTam Whoa.. piped at the post. |
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16 May 11 - 10:53 PM (#3155477) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Sylvie Sovay - Bella Hardy From: michaelr It's not the trad Sovay - I think from the brief Amazon clip I heard this may be self-penned. |
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26 Jan 12 - 02:20 AM (#3296425) Subject: Lyr Add: SYLVIE SOVAY From: Jim Dixon Here's my attempt at a transcription. Note there are a couple of gaps where I couldn't understand what she was singing. SYLVIE SOVAY As sung by Bella Hardy on "In the Shadow of Mountains" (2009) Sylvia's lost in the kitchen. The marble and lemon is cold to the cold of her skin. The day's almost done and she hasn't the strength to begin. The white mist clings to Sylvia's window, Just a little lost cloud reaching out … It's a desperate … is it only the rain She wants to believe for the sake of believing That fate has abandoned her here, And this promising day turned to fade a beige-grey, So she waits for her man to appear. He comes home, Sylvie Sovay. He's only home late 'cause he's having one hell of a day. Briefcase flung, she's left stung by his rage at the mess she'll have made, But why listen when you could fire on, Sovay? Fire on, Sylvie Sovay? Sylvia takes the bus to the town park. She bequiets the clammy stale air as she clings to her seat, And she runs from the steps to the green with the dirt at her feet. Sylvia, when you're sad for no reason, It's hard just to get through the day without feeling betrayed. When there's no one to blame you'll be blaming the life you once craved. She's broken too much so she's hiding her love In the shapes of the skeleton trees. She's cried all she can and her crystalline tears Are hanging where once there were leaves. She goes home, Sylvie Sovay. She's got back late and he's having one hell of a day. Fists are flung; she's left stung by his rage at her bone-idle ways, But why listen when you could fire on, Sovay? Fire on, Sylvie Sovay? Sylvia dreamt of the future, But what's there to work for when finally our dreams come true? When the songs are all sung, what's the heroine left with to do? Sylvia, how will you tell? If you ask if he loves you, you're damning the whole thing to hell, But the pain of being lost in tradition might kill you as well. Sylvie Sovay, her mind's burning today. She can't take being lost any more, So dressed all in disguise, she'll take him by surprise. Time to see what her loving's been for; And she's gone, Sylvie Sovay. With his gun in her pocket she's having one hell of a day. When they started out, she never thought they could end up this way. Oh, why listen when you could fire on, Sovay? Oh, why listen when you could fire on, Sovay? Oh, why listen when you could fire on, Sovay? Oh, why listen when you could fire on, Sovay? She wants starry skies but they're already taken, And in his trying eyes she sees her love forsaken. |