i’m pretending to be a good fishermans woman
just like anna inkersman
the gladiator of all fishermans wives
it makes it a lot easier thinking of you
on the sea where you have to be a month at a time
working hard in the day
your hands cracking from the cold and the salt
in the night when you go to bed
you try to sleep by listening to the boat breathing
the boat breathing
and the only thing
the only thing you can think of is me
waiting for you by the window
with the brightest red lipstick on my lips
just like anna waits for her man
how will i learn
i’ll wait
emiliana torrini, fisherman’s wife
these days my head is filled with network quirks, calculus, emails and the omnipresent countdown.
i still find time to obsess over little things. naturlijk.
little things like emiliana torrini. i stumbled accross her heartstopper video on youtube, and the video is so delicate that i think i instantly fell in love with this fragile creature, pulling the strings of the puppets. half-icelandic, half-italian, she sings surrounded by acoustic guitars, accordeon and the occasional boat creeks… but what really stands out is her voice, her accent, her peculiar way of saying words, not losing syllables on the rush of getting to the end of the sentence.
anyway, i found a few of her songs on itismusic.org, from a session she did in january, 2005, i think. give it a try.
