The Folk-turned-Techno-Music Boho Babe: Ellie Goulding

Ellie Goulding is the Musical Pride of Herefordshire! She has arisen to astronomical success and her music goes from strength to strength. She’s living the Rockstar’s life and is an eclectic talent from the early days of her folksy debut album Lights to her recent electronica album Delirium. She also likes poetry and it even inspires her song-writing: “I like dark, funny, humorous stuff. I read a few books of poems, Staying Alive, a compilation of poems that are really real and raw, and quite explicit, so I use those.”

A personal favourite track is “The Writer” as it sounds quite artsy. It takes me back to Summer 2010, a time in my life where I appeared to have it all, law school, friends and I was dating someone but my Bohemian longings were stirring and little did I know that following Autumn the seeds of Bohemia were being scattered….

“The Writer”

You wait for a silence
I wait for a word
Lying next to your frame
Girl unobserved
You change your position
And you’re changing me
Casting these shadows
Where they shouldn’t beWe’re interrupted
By the heat of the sun
Trying to prevent
What’s already begun
You’re just a body
I can smell your skin
And when I feel it
You’re wearing thinBut I’ve got a plan
Why don’t you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer?
And decide the words I say?
‘Cause I’d rather pretend
I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won’t you try to help me?Sat on your sofa
It’s all broken springs
This isn’t the place for
Those violin strings
I try out a smile
And I aim it at you
You must have missed it
You always doBut I’ve got a plan
Why don’t you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer?
And decide the words I say?
‘Cause I’d rather pretend
I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won’t you try to help me?

You wait
I wait
Casting shadows
Interrupted

You wait
I wait
Casting shadows
Interrupted

You wait
I wait
Casting shadows
Interrupted

You wait
I wait
Casting shadows

Why don’t you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer?
And decide the words I say?
‘Cause I’d rather pretend
I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won’t you try to help me?

Why don’t you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer?
And decide the words I say?
‘Cause I’d rather pretend
I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won’t you try to help me?

 

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