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Disease (08/03/08)
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"Soulful. Alive. Joyous. Grievous. Real, true, music is what I want to make."
"Ever wonder what it would have been like to listen to a gifted singer/songwriter from Saskatchewan in a small, intimate hall before she became Joni Mitchell? Don't fret the missed opportunity. There's no need to turn back the clock. Check out Allison Crowe..." Robert Reid, The Record (Canada) "Allison Crowe has a voice to fall in love with. She is from Vancouver Island in Canada, descended from Scottish, Irish and Manx stock. She's exactly the sort of artist who can make serious headway on her own label and that's just what she's doing." Record of the Day (UK) "Once famously described as possessing a style akin to 'Elton John meets Edith Piaf', the Canadian singer-songwriter Allison Crowe is renowned for her ability to blend control and melodrama." MOJO (UK) "With the soul of Janis Joplin and the tenderness of fellow Canuck Sarah McLachlan, Crowe rocks with her own unique brand of roots charm." Exclaim magazine rock - gospel, jazz - grunge, classical - blues, folk - soul; a voice that unites genres and generations
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Peak #153
Peak in subgenre #40
Author
Allison Crowe
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Rubenesque Records Ltd.
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May 04, 2008
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MP3 7.6 MB 128 kbps 8:19
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Disease Words & Music by Allison Crowe Stepping on the thoughts of all pain released from this anger is some place I would like to be and when I feel myself defeated I bleed and when I see them twist around dancing in their own wake I rage And I don't want to exist on this plane crashing down to the level of depth of skin flesh and bone all wrapped up in pages flashed in our faces laughing and spiteful Run away Lost again misdirected and folded drowned in bones and thrown away they told me to disappear and slowly dive into the shallow end of the gene pool Try to hold on to what I believe disappeared no longer here as anything but wretched and disfigured so I slash myself again and I drown my hopes again lose myself in this disease Lost again misdirected and folded drowned in bones and thrown away they told me to disappear and slowly dive into the shallow end of the gene pool Cut yourself to the mold Nothing left to rid yourself of but bile and blood torn skin screaming and silenced as we replace marble with plastic Lost again misdirected and folded drowned in bones and thrown away they told me to disappear and slowly dive into the shallow end of the gene pool
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