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I Remember by Damien Rice

robwmservThe Irish born, singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist Damien Rice knows much about music, art, thinking, love, and life. Born in Celbridge, County Kildare, Ireland, with an innate interest in songwriting, Rice has engaged audiences since he formed his first band in 1991. Like a true, headstrong Irishman, Rice and his band parted ways under the pressure to conform and produce radio friendly hits shortly after formation. A 2000 trek through Europe working only as a busker to advance his career as a solo artist inspired Rice’s highly successful debut titled “O.” In the years that followed, live performances, collaborations with several Indie/folk artists, and several chart climbing singles earned Rice tremendous praise and recognition as one of “The Best 50 Irish Acts Right Now.” Rice’s ability to evoke and capture fans and critics alike with his stark, simple, yet striking style and brilliant musicianship is divine. His honest accounts of failed relationships (including the romance between himself and Lisa Hannigan) and musical grappling with heavier issues of religion, sex, faith, and thought have bolstered his popularity to significant heights and resounding genius.



“I remember it well
The first time that I saw
Your head ’round the door
‘Cause mine stopped working

I remember it well
There was wet in your hair
I was stood in the stairs
And time stopped moving

Want you here tonight
I want you here
‘Cause I can’t believe what I found
I want you here tonight
I want you here
Nothin’ is taking me down, down, down

I remember it well
Taxied out of a storm
To watch you perform
And my ships were sailing

I remember it well
I was stood in your line
And your mouth, your mouth, your mind…

I want you here tonight
I want you here
‘Cause I can’t believe what I found
I want you here tonight
I want you here
Nothin’ is taking me down, down, down

‘Cept you my love.
‘Cept you my love.

Come all ye lost
Dive into moss
I hope that my sanity covers the cost
To remove the stain of my love
Paper mache

Come all ye reborn
Blow off my horn
I’m driving real hard
This is love, this is porn
God will forgive me
But I, I whip myself with scorn, scorn

I want to hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you’re gonna live without me
I want to hear what you want
I remember December
And I want to hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you’re gonna live without me
I want to hear what you want
What the hell do you want?”