St. Vincent Quotes

66 Sourced Quotes

There are no signs,
There are no stars aligned,
No amulets no charms,
To bring you back to my arms.
There's just this human heart.
That's built with this human fault.
What was your question?
Love is the answer.

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What would the neighbors think?
Oh no! If they only knew.

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I love the idea that something would be whimsical, and like "delightful", you know, but also disgusting — so I like this sort of, you know, a really gnarly guitar — really gross, disgusting guitar and then a — really a whimsical... — it's one of those things you can only describe in sort of awkward hand gestures and eye motions. Imagine!

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I certainly owe a lot of awesomeness to blogs, to people who have been blogging about a show, or blogging about a single, or blogging about something. It's just amazing to me that it seems to be a nice equalizer. People don't necessarily need the clout of a big "record company machine" to put their face on a billboard. It seems more organic and honest in a lot of ways, for fans of music to be critics I suppose.

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I'm not the pawn to your king
I'm not your world on a string
I'm not anyone you'll beat
I'm not anything

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A lot of the songs have a duality about them; one part is totally sincere, and there's another part that is kind of smirking and making light of it all. Or there's a very dark streak about it.

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We're sleeping underneath the bed to scare
The monsters out
With our dear daddy's Smith and Wesson. We've got to teach them all a lesson.

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I wish I had a gentle mind and a spine made up of iron.

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I'm just the same but brand new
And anything you wrote I checked for codes and clues.

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I read the signs,
I got all my stars aligned,
My amulets, my charms,
I set all my false alarms,
So I'll be someone
Who won't be forgotten.

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The first thing I did when I picked up any instrument, when I was five years old, was write a song. It's kind of funny; I thought about it, statements that it's a "solo effort" — it's kind of like, "Oh, well I've been doing this since I was five." I was kind of doing this before I did anything else.

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I'm convinced that, as great as that record sounds, if you had anyone else sing it, you know, anyone else try to kind of weave and make it do that thing where it burns like wildfire and it comes alive, no one else could do it. It's incredible the way she kind of brings this cold arctic atmosphere, It's just like fire, you know? It's like all aaarh coming out of her mouth. … and now I'm listening to the song in my head. "Do you know what I really need? Do you know what I really need? I need lalalala yea yo yea yo your love."

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While Jesus is saving, I'm spending all my days
in backgrounds and landscapes with the languages of saints.
While people are spinning like toys on Christmas day,
I'm inside a still life with the other absentee.

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Romeo, where'd you go?
It's been years and still no sign,
But I'm keeping hope alive. Juliet, how you been?
You look like death like you sure could use some rest
from this place human racing and the faces of people who pound at your door
They always want more — they want more.

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Leaden trumpets spit the soot of power they say
"I'm on your side when nobody is, cause nobody is.
Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear"

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Marry me, John, I'll be so good to you —
You won't realize I'm gone,
You won't realize I'm gone.

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Many people wanna make money, make love,
make friends, make peace with death —
But most mainly want to win the game they came to win
they want to come out ahead.
But you, you're a rock, with a heart like a socket I can plug into at will.
And will you guess when I come around next.
I hope your open sign is blinking still.

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I'm not your mother's favorite dog
I'm not the carpet you walk on
I'm not one small atomic bomb
I'm not any any any anything at all.

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Sticks and stones have made me smarter
it's words that cut me under my armor they say...

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Honey can you reach the spots that need oiling and fixing.
H E L P Help Me.

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You're a supplement, You're a salve,
You're a bandage, pull it off
I can quit you, cut it out.
You're a patient, iron lung.

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Come, my love, the stage is waiting,
Be the one to save my saving grace.

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The keys are in my pocket and they rattle you awake.

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I always looked at any instrument as just a tool, an expressive voice to write with. It even differs from guitar to guitar. Some guitars demand that you play them delicately and really respect the instrument, and some beg to be abused. Same with piano. I know with guitar, I'm intimate with it enough to know when I put my fingers here, it will sound like this. I prefer writing on piano because it's always a surprise.

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Some songs I wrote that night, and some songs took nine months to arrange, get how I positioned them. Some songs I wrote parts of when I was twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen… Just putting it together, just finding the right place for it. So it's really been a long time coming.... I'm actually really restless, in the sense that I'd rather be always making something new. I'm really excited about making a second record. I've got a lot of things up my sleeve, I guess.

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Good souls have born better sons,
Better souls born worse ones.
Paint the black hole blacker...

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I enjoyed, and I tried to soak up and learn everything as fast as I could from doing any kind of music. It's good to have a gig. If you're a musician, it's good to be working.
I love doing all of it, but Marry Me is my baby, St. Vincent is my child.

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Tell the truth now
Your heart is a strange little orange to peel
What's the deal?

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You don't ever get the sense that she's making music to pander to anyone. I think you always get her absolute best attempt at her true vision whenever you get a Kate Bush record.

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Just like an amnesiac, trying to get my senses back.
Oh where did they go.

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