Back in 2002 a new young singer appeared on the scene. The then 16-year-old Amy Studt was was billed as the UK's answer to Avril Lavigne but, despite the marketing and music production making it seem that way, if you listen to her debut album 'False Smiles' and imagine the commercialised production being stripped away you can still hear the stunningly insighful lyrics that she had written. I still like that album a lot and have a lot of time for it.
After poor sales of the last few singles from the album she was dropped by her label and, seemingly, disappeared into the realms of musical obscurity that so many seem to disappear into. However, in late 2006 she returned with the gorgeous song 'Furniture'.
This beautifully crafted song is best described in this quote from wikipedia:
'Furniture is about a woman becoming an ornament to her partner. “There comes a point where you’re constantly together, but you may as well not have been there,” Studt explains. “You have your uses – you cook, you clean and someone has sex with you – and you just become part of the furniture.”'
The song was the first release from her second album, 'My Paper Made Men', which is well worth purchasing in my opinion as I believe this young woman is an extremely gifted song-writer as well as having a stunning voice to back it up. It's hard to believe at times, with the quality of her work, that she's only 23 as she has lyrical narrative abilities that are way beyond her years....like she's lived a lifetime already when, in fact, she's barely begun.
Amy Studt - Furniture
I am only flesh and bones,
Splintered glass and tattered clothes,
Behind the skin,
My fragility,
Behind the skin,
My skeletal impracticality,
I am only pieces of you,
Held together with paper glue,
Behind the skin,
My divinity
Behind the skin,
My only sanctuary.
You can lean on me,
Have a drink on me,
Leave your mark all over me,
Paint the outside 'till it smiles,
You can eat off me,
Rest your head on me,
Press yourself on top of me,
Kick the back until its quiet.
All in all I'm just furniture,
Just another piece taking you one step further from the perfect living room set,
All in all I'm just furniture,
In these four walls that hold me, keep me safe under sound and bare within its grip.
My wooden heart it sings no more,
This dress I wear becomes the floor,
Behind the skin,
A living, breathing thing,
Behind the skin,
A place you've never been.
You can lean on me,
Have a drink on me,
Leave your mark all over me,
Paint the outside 'till it smiles,
You can eat off me,
Rest your head on me,
Press yourself on top of me,
kick the back until its quiet.
All in all I'm just furniture,
Just another piece taking you one step further from the perfect living room set,
All in all I'm just furniture,
In these four walls that hold me, keep me safe under sound and bare within its grip.
I am only flesh and bones,
Splintered glass and tattered clothes
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