The Corrs — Black is the Colour
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Released: 2005
Length: 3:44
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Length: 3:44
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uh-uh
The photogenic model looks, the polished production...
I like this and another song of theirs, but I'm wary that it's all so contrived & faux Irish comercialism...
vasi wrote:
Play the Bethany Yarrow version instead, it's haunting...
agreed. that version is superior to this one.
Interesting, I found that to be a nice, interesting cover, and I've not heard anything else by the Corrs.
I wonder if I'd have disliked it, were I a fan.
Oh, bad. And I'm pretty forgiving.
Ugh...
Lazy performance. The vocals are particularly bland, lacking any emotion whatsoever.
Play the Bethany Yarrow version instead, it's haunting... I like a lot of the Corrs' songs, but this just doesn't measure up.
Don't usually like dissing tunes I don't like but... in this case I'm prepared to make an exception. This is a particularly irritating rendition of a traditional scots/irish tune that has been performed many times better by others. Desperately sad to hear this version of the song.
IH574 wrote:
Interesting and slightly scary. Nice cover.
hope you don't mean the cover of the cd - it's quite ghastly. Looks like a doodle on the back of a high-school text book.
Definitely not as good as the other Corrs played on RP.
trekhead wrote:
Sounds like Liz Phair, good though.
7.
Isn't that the girl from Rusted Root? You hit the nail on the head, though.
Sounds like Liz Phair, good though.
7.
I'd rather hear Nina Simone.
Missed this. Is this a Luka Bloom cover?
Interesting and slightly scary. Nice cover.
Black is the colour of my true loves hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
I wish that day would soon come
When he and I can be as one
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never sleep
I write him letters just a few short lines
And I suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the colour of my true loves hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love I love I love the ground whereon he stands