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Like the hopeless time you gave to me
I watched your dreams all slip away
I watched your dreams all slip away
There's a hopeless place inside my heart
When I look inside I see where we are
Like the whispering wind in the top of the trees
I will watch the sky come following me
Like the rain on my windows late every night
Like the hope I have for us every time
It's like the whispering wind in the top of the trees
I see it sway as you come for me
There's a whispering wind, I feel it inside
Like a place I can feel but never will see
Let a whisper come touch you, come touch every thing
I stand in the way of the things I can be
Let the whispering wind come lift us away
Let it push us apart if we wish to stay
You're my sweetness, my baby, my love for all time
Like the whispering wind it makes you all mine
Like the whispering wind you stand here with me
Like the whispering wind you stand here with me
I see your dreams all slip away
Easy fella; this is an open blog so don't get a heart attack - it might hurt worse than your anxiety.
but he works so hard at being a hateable hateful douchbag
is this Laurie Anderson reciting the lyrics?
Nope, her voice is much deeper.
Suddenly, nothing happened.
- Spike Milligan
And now for something completely the same.
- Monty Python
So gratifying that no one tried to make a lame joke about Moby's dick.
Posted 3 months ago by Rockit9:
Nothing to see or hear here.
Suddenly, nothing happened.
- Spike Milligan
Brilliant!!!!!
REALLY dig Moby. Thanks for the play RP.
If I'm not mistaken, this is from the "Hotel" period when Moby was suffering terrible, multi-day insomnia; naturally, his music reflected his life, views, and in this case, that meant he holed up in a NYC hotel room for about a month and started composing. That largely consisted of Moby composing around/about what he saw from his room's window — he didn't leave the room for weeks. Needless to say, his material from that campaign has a particular "atmospheric" quality to it, in a Moby way it reminds of some of Eno's work.
Not cool to insult Eno like that.
- Spike Milligan
There's a lot this song conjures up for me, mostly stuff it's derivative of, but a 'whispering wind' is not one of them. All that electronics hardly suggests anything as plain-air as a wind through the trees. The vocal is early-80s second generation 8-bit synth and the backing rhythm is every ambient/downtempo/techno backing rhythm ever used. Maybe I just don't like the name "Moby". What is that?
The answer, my friend, is whispering in the wind...
No, it's Moby thinking he's new and hip.
ExploitingChaos wrote:
Wasn't there a cowboy song with the same or similar title? A quick google does not reveal it, but I know I've heard it. Maybe a tune in one of those Gene Autry westerns of the 1940s.
Maybe you're thinking of Tumbling Tumbleweeds!
Oh you have a sense of humor!
Wasn't there a cowboy song with the same or similar title? A quick google does not reveal it, but I know I've heard it. Maybe a tune in one of those Gene Autry westerns of the 1940s.
I felt the same thing.
If I'm not mistaken, this is from the "Hotel" period when Moby was suffering terrible, multi-day insomnia; naturally, his music reflected his life, views, and in this case, that meant he holed up in a NYC hotel room for about a month and started composing. That largely consisted of Moby composing around/about what he saw from his room's window — he didn't leave the room for weeks. Needless to say, his material from that campaign has a particular "atmospheric" quality to it, in a Moby way it reminds of some of Eno's work.