Pears and Apples – Olympic Swimmers

I have landed in Utopia today, but landed totally confused. By accident, I happened upon a band named Olympic Swimmers (Glasgow, Scotland), and yet it doesn’t appear as if many other folks have discovered them – at least not many Americans (not yet).

How can this be? The voice of Susie Smillie just melts me. Good God, when she belts out the word “on” in the line “The past, the past, the past, the past is on to me,” I’m fairly sure my head will fly right off and soar up to the heavens. Her voice is just that delicious.

I’ve been searching through the proverbial radio dial for female vocalists for quite some time – and with very little luck. If you want to hear women busily showing off up and down the octave keyboards (which I do not), the world is your banana. Looking for a woman who sings precious preciousness (usually mixed with a precious male counterpart)? Tune into the next station. But what about those of us who just want to hear a straight out beautiful song, sung by someone with a straight out beautiful voice, no bells and whistles needed (you know, the way Linda Ronstadt could just, well, sing).  For me, that voice has been lacking until today.

Of course, things only get better when the band and the voice are perfect compliments to each other. Hating to compare any good band with another – yet realizing it’s one way we at least understand what category we’re talking about – think Morning Parade, with hints of Boxer Rebellion or the Vaccines. But, again, forget all that nonsense. This band stand on its own.

This Glaswegian band is one of my new favorites.

In fact, the only thing it seems to be lacking is a good marketing plan. Olympic Swimmers should be all over social media, hitting all the better concert halls around the planet, and putting out music just for me!

 

Pears and Apples
by Olympic Swimmers

Cut out the lights, he won’t find you.
Cut out the lights,
he won’t find you.

Another bag packed, another name,
another night I’ll hear him say,
this was the last time that I wasn’t myself
when I look above I see the vultures circling me.
In just a room they called, with tongue in cheek, my home,
it’s freezing cold, my blood is dry, the power’s about to go.

The past, the past, the past, the past is on to me,
but that knife that’s in the kitchen sink won’t find it’s home in me.

Start this over again with me,
all your burns and bruises,
they don’t, they don’t scare me.

These people wonder,
what’s haunting me
and they’ll look right through me,
it’s all they’ll see.

Change all these ideals you,
you feed your young
and encourage them to,
to be alone.

In just a room they called, with tongue in cheek, my home,
it’s freezing cold,
my blood is dry,
the power’s about to go.

The past, the past, the past, the past is on to me,
but that knife that’s in the kitchen sink won’t find it’s home in me.

Start this over again with me,
all your burns and bruises,
they don’t, they don’t, they don’t scare me.

Cut out the lights,
he won’t find you.


Band members: Simon Liddell, Susie Smillie, Graeme Smillie, Jonny Scott and Jamie Savage.



Categories: adult alternative, Linda Ronstadt, Morning Parade, Scottish Bands, Song Lyrics and Meanings, The Vaccines

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