Showing posts with label Natalie Imbruglia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Natalie Imbruglia. Show all posts

Saturday, 25 July 2026

Classix Nouveaux?

As I gather myself to go and meet up with Hils, Crog, Madam Arcati [who is heading from work] and Mother to go and gawp at a cornucopia of the late HM The Queen's outfits over the decades of her long life, I thought I would leave you, dear reader, with another selection of "newer" choons that have caught my ear of late...

First up, the very welcome - and unexpected - return of an old fave from the 1990s:

Here's someone who owes a great musical debt to another decade altogether - the '80s. Shades of Depeche Mode, methinks:

Now, this is a queen who just adores his dressing up box (and Troye Sivan, too, from the sound of it):

MySpace's most successful "discovery" is back - with a darker tone than her previous hits, too. It takes a couple of listens, but I like it:

Our Princess returns, in a most surprising collaboration, indeed. More surprising was that this appearance, and this entire video, was shot just down the road from us in Alexandra Palace - and we didn't know... Dammit!

I was fully expecting Kylie to occupy the "saving the best to last" slot - and then I watched/heard this! It's simply faboo:

As ever, I'd love to hear your thoughts...

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Illusion never changed into something real



This is a real timeslip moment for me...

Where did the fifteen years go since this beautiful song by the lovely Natalie Imbruglia crashed into the UK charts (only held off the Number 1 slot by the ubiquitous Aqua Barbie Girl)?

Just listening to it sends me right back to my sojourn in Plymouth, Devon's unlovely main city - to different places, different people, different cocks, a different me...


"Look into my eyes, look into my eyes, the eyes, the eyes, not around the eyes, don't look around my eyes, look into my eyes. Three, two, one... You're back in the room."

Torn
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn't be that man that I adored
You don't seem to know or seem to care what your heart is for
I don't know him anymore

There's nothing where he used to lie
Our conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine
I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn

So I guess the fortune teller's right
I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins and now

I don't care
I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things that I can't touch
I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn

There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right
I'm torn.


Natalie Imbruglia