Tanya Donelly: Milky White Dreams

by tanya donelly

words here by joe beine except those from tanya's lyrics which look like this
song titles are powder blue

a blinding light on your escape

pretty deep ...oh ooh there's a part in this song where tanya sings fighting crime in this time brings a girl down and this mischievous guitar follows her voice and it's just gorgeous it's one of those ooh! pop moments where you sink into the sound and the song and the music oh and heeheehee that part where she sings i wish i could fly up in a helicopter and her mouth goes all weird on the word "fly" like just too much air was expelled another great pop moment gasp sigh i'm an underdog and this...this uh it's oh....i wish i carried a camera so i could capture these pop things on film to look at later...

i send my shadow

the bright light ...guitars go blapablap with that kinda sound you know all distorted and tanya sings on top of this keyboardy thing that spits a melody like a voice between the blapablap guitars...yeah ok it has standard parts like a solo and a chorus and a bridge, but it's such a gorgeous wonderpopsong made for us under uh things dogs whatever that you are left fading into its light...

firecrackers around me like a shield

landspeed song ...it dances and floats around with galloping drums and odd shaped things, it gasps and soars, following tanya's gasping and soaring vocal...the illusion of speed is longed for...then attained...

it's a tinker toy world

mysteries of the unexplained ...corporate radio stations all owned by the same corporate radio station owners crash into tinker toys while meteors crash into beautiful songs (like this one) and nothing is revealed nothing is wished for except crying statues and raining fish--of course this all makes perfect sense when you hear the song...

so shy-shine on me

lantern ...ooh ooh lalala...well that's how it starts, very harmoniously, then guitars (tanya is a guitarist you know) then words (tanya is a teller of stories too) sung (by of course the singer who of course would be tanya also) but it's the endings, the false ones and the real one, that reveal a secret: guitar screech...be my lantern...silence (listen close within the silence you will hear the secret)

an acrobat to touch her

acrobat is soft and pretty...there's cooing here (tanya invented coo singing) ...strings cushion the words like pillows under your head when sleeping

4-3-2-1-breathe

breathe around you ...we're so far apart, you're so far away from me, there's nothing we can share, not even the air we breathe, and the song that tells this is...oops, wait a minute...this song is like a snake, slithering slyly around--it's not very tanya-like really, going off, you know, to a different place than she's been before...a funky sort of place, sexy, seductive... 4-3-2-1-breathe...

oh yeah baby
(and yes that is whispered so so seductively)

and then there's bum which comes right at you like a piece of wonderpop heaven, all floating voices and swirling swirls of colors you haven't seen before and you wonder who it could be, the one who lacks poetry... you better run bum ...and here's tanya going coo again... cooing at the quitter anyway...so run--well at least she's playing fair and giving the bum a head start...

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one magic word

clipped ...winter swirls around you and the sun is just as cold...so you go up high, seeking warmth, but you shouldn't look down...scared? but why should you be afraid of heights? well really you should look down, so you can see how high you've climbed so far...but then you find a wing to catch you, save you...from falling...'wing' is the magic word i think...

goatish thoughts...goatish dreams

goat girl ...and tanya sings i am a goat girl at her brutish broodish best...heehee...this song oh well you won't find these kindsa words on a cereal box no...

swimming out to you

manna is a white song, a milky white song, well that's obvious, isn't it? it floats along with a gorgeous mystery filled melody and words about swimming souls and the milky white milky way...

these hips these lips these getaway sticks

swoon ...it's all voice and a lone guitar, then more layers are added and still it's all voice, even the strings are voice: it's about finding and safety and getting out--and finding your way back in...

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