Damien Rice - Amie (LIVE in Seoul, Korea 2012) HYUNDAI CARD Culture Project 05 Damien Rice IN Seoul, Korea PLEASE DO NOT EDIT, DO NOT RE-UPLOAD 재업로드 금지
Nothing unusual, nothing strange Close to nothing at all The same old scenario, the same old rain And there's no explosions here Then something unusual, something strange Comes from nothing at all I saw a spaceship fly by your window Did you see it disappear? Amie come sit on my wall And read me the story of O And tell it like you still believe That the end of the century Brings a change for you and me Nothing unusual, nothing's changed Just a little older that's all You know when you've found it, There's something I've learned 'Cause you feel it when they take it away Something unusual, something strange Comes from nothing at all But I'm not a miracle And you're not a saint Just another soldier On the road to nowhere Amie come sit on my wall And read me the story of O And tell it like you still believe That the end of the century Brings a change for you and me And Amie come sit on my wall And read me the story of O And tell it like you still believe That the end of the century Brings a change for you and me
i love that he still wears the old old jacket, also i got finally used to this look but i think he doesn't look like that anymore (luckily!). i'm seeing him next month and just can't wait. ♥
Se cansará de cantar siempre la canción y en todos los lugares del mundo? Obviamente yo no me canso de escucharlo, pero creo que debe seguir creando e ir a conciertos con una mezcla entre canciones nuevas y antiguas. Saludos y gracias por el video ;)
Damien Rice at Olympic Hall,January2012, Seoul, South Korea: Review;solid but short of spectacular. By michaelzeno I arrived a little late, but, in all fairness, I did have to spend three hours on a high-speed train and 55 minutes on two Seoul metro subway lines to get to my very expensive, Olympic Hall balcony seat. My longest ever concert commute to be sure, but I was certain there would be an opening act to cover my 15 minute delay, after all, the ticket boldly proclaimed that the show was part of a ‘culture project’. Certainly the organizers would take this opportunity to showcase a local Korean singer-songwriter as an opening act. But no. Damien was on the stage in full swing by the time I arrived at 8:15. No worries. The hall was warm. The sound was crisp. And it was, after-all, Damien Rice, the 38 year-old indie-Irish-folk rocker who had penned such gems such as “cannonball”, “older chests”, “the blower’s daughter”, and “cold water”. Things can only get better from here, I thought. But then, he started talking about his new hairdo, which looked like a composite hairstyle of a homeless man living in an alley and a mental patient from Bellevue; long and stringy, uncombed, it appeared as if he was on the cusp of aquiring the dreadlock look of Rastafari. It was a mess; and a far cry from what the appearance-conscious public here were used to from his publicity photos and concert hall posters and banners that adorned the front of the venue. Apparently there had been some laughter from the audience about this before my arrival, and he was trying to allay their fears with humor. This awkwardness, this glitch in the proceedings, I would soon discover, was to set the tone for the rest of the show, and appeared to foreshadow Damien asking the mostly younger, Korean audience about an hour later, “Does anybody know what time it is…?”. And then saying…” Well, gotta finish up soon…” In between songs, and with no other musicians onstage or in sight, he often appeared bored, tired, alone, and out-of-sorts. Right after asking for the time he threw his head back and let out a low moan of frustration,as if to say… “Scotty, beam me out of here!” He was constantly petitioning the audience about what they wanted to hear next, as if he had no interest or motivation to play anything. It was an odd display from a veteran performer like Rice, especially in front of an audience that had spent over $100 per ticket, on average, including yours truly. He also, remarkably, didn’t speak one word of Korean the whole night. This from an artist who sings in French and Eskimo. Musically, it was a solid, solo, acoustic performance from Rice, but he clearly failed to connect with the audience in a way that would have allowed him to be comfortable onstage. In one misguided attempt very early in the show he invited volunteer audience members to come up onstage for a sing-along, but was soon overwhelmed when dozens responded to the call, and organizers had to lend a hand in dispersing the raucous crowd at the end of it. Damien himself - jokingly - called for security and was forced to awkwardly postpone the show to wait for the crowd to return to their seats. Finally proclaiming, “Koreans are crazy”. But clearly, it was the performer who had had a sudden lapse in sanity. In all fairness, I’m sure it was suggested to him by some manager or organizer somewhere that “…Koreans love onstage sing-a-longs…”. In another awkward moment, and barely audible from my seat, he stepped away from the microphone and apparently “unplugged” his guitar for a version of ‘cannonball’. His guitar, even when plugged in, appeared on the verge of collapse, and sounded, at odd moments, in need of some fresh strings. He recounted a story about how he threw it to the ground once in frustration and cracked the body just before discovering the chords for “amie”. And for some odd reason he felt the need to employ an electric guitar effect on more songs than was absolutely necessary. More often than not, a Damien Rice song seems to oscillate between the poetry of a prophetic whisper and the monotony of a repetitive, borderline psychotic, screaming echo of the same verse; but too often the vocal subtleties don’t emerge from the aural deluge, and by the end of it you’re just glad that he’s stopped screaming. Especially if the screaming includes obscenities, which seem to appear often in his lyrics. A Damien Rice song, at it’s best, is accompanied by a female vocalist and at least one or two other stringed instruments. This show had neither, although he did perform several songs on piano, including a version of “9 crimes”. The most familiar songs, from his 2002 release “O”, were performed, more or less, faithfully to their recorded versions, which certainly pleased many fans. However, after a decade, or more, of performing these songs, one starts to imagine - and even hope for - a little variation on the familiar, from the artist. If not for the audience, then at least for the performer, who certainly must tire from performing the same songs the exact same way show after show, year after year, and which certainly seemed to be the case that night at Olympic Hall. The best song was the last, ‘cheers darlin’, when Damien sat down at a table and began drinking wine with an unidentified woman, and slowly, if not tediously, narrated his way into the song. Emerging from the background - at long last - we’re finally treated to some percussion and additional stringed accompaniment. Eventully, the woman gets up abruptly, severing all the romantic anticipation of the moment, and departs. The man is left broken, broke, and alone, and falls asleep on a park bench. Cheers Darlin’!
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This song goes to a very deep place. It's so beautiful.
Great recording!
He sings with soul!
Amazing.
Nothing unusual, nothing strange
Close to nothing at all
The same old scenario, the same old rain
And there's no explosions here
Then something unusual, something strange
Comes from nothing at all
I saw a spaceship fly by your window
Did you see it disappear?
Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me
Nothing unusual, nothing's changed
Just a little older that's all
You know when you've found it,
There's something I've learned
'Cause you feel it when they take it away
Something unusual, something strange
Comes from nothing at all
But I'm not a miracle
And you're not a saint
Just another soldier
On the road to nowhere
Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me
And Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me
perfect melody to enjoy for those rainny days
i love that he still wears the old old jacket, also i got finally used to this look but i think he doesn't look like that anymore (luckily!). i'm seeing him next month and just can't wait. ♥
Love this song so much, always think of my grandaughter Amie when I hear this
WOW! He really has Seoul!! ;D
Make me think of my youth
just feel it when the spaceship disapear...my pain, my "what if" just suddenly come with the rain.
still love this song so much
behold a true and rare artist!
I would die to see him in concert, lucky!
omg!! what a voice!
DAMİEN...Can you hear me now?I love you so much.Please wake up and make a new album.We need you
actually have cried listening to this song.
Gary T - it always makes me cry too.
I like his hair style. So so so..... Cast Away!! Just love it!!
내가 제일 사랑하는 밥형의 노래
How wonderfully perfect!
Oh My god. This just made me cry.
아름다워요...damien god bless you
superior performance
Perfect .. *-------------* ...
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me
So amazing awesome
Perfect
love is so powerful at healing & destroying :(
i don't care about his hair, he keep singing like always, in a perfect way...
I need to see him before I die :(
Love this, he is amazing and he has my hair!, does anyone know when he is bringing something new out?
I hear you. . .I understand. . .d~
well played
His look is somewhere between hobo and Jesus but it doesn't matter, 'cause his voice is godly.
Se cansará de cantar siempre la canción y en todos los lugares del mundo? Obviamente yo no me canso de escucharlo, pero creo que debe seguir creando e ir a conciertos con una mezcla entre canciones nuevas y antiguas. Saludos y gracias por el video ;)
Fuck, he looks awesome like that.
153 likes, 0 dislikes (as of posting)---that's how it should be. I don't GET him, but damn his music is beautiful.
Şerefe dostlarım!
i love that no one even bothers to point out that hes in obvious need of a haircut because his music is just so good that nobody gives a shit.
♥♡
HE IS NOT DEAD T_T, thank god..
Crazy
check his other vids.. he has 9 crimes from 2012... :D
Jesus!
Take video! .. thats if you can :)
de que isla lo acaban de rescatar???
You're clever. I like you. :)
Damien Rice at Olympic Hall,January2012, Seoul, South Korea: Review;solid but short of spectacular.
By michaelzeno
I arrived a little late, but, in all fairness, I did have to spend three hours on a high-speed train and 55 minutes on two Seoul metro subway lines to get to my very expensive, Olympic Hall balcony seat. My longest ever concert commute to be sure, but I was certain there would be an opening act to cover my 15 minute delay, after all, the ticket boldly proclaimed that the show was part of a ‘culture project’. Certainly the organizers would take this opportunity to showcase a local Korean singer-songwriter as an opening act. But no. Damien was on the stage in full swing by the time I arrived at 8:15. No worries. The hall was warm. The sound was crisp. And it was, after-all, Damien Rice, the 38 year-old indie-Irish-folk rocker who had penned such gems such as “cannonball”, “older chests”, “the blower’s daughter”, and “cold water”. Things can only get better from here, I thought. But then, he started talking about his new hairdo, which looked like a composite hairstyle of a homeless man living in an alley and a mental patient from Bellevue; long and stringy, uncombed, it appeared as if he was on the cusp of aquiring the dreadlock look of Rastafari. It was a mess; and a far cry from what the appearance-conscious public here were used to from his publicity photos and concert hall posters and banners that adorned the front of the venue. Apparently there had been some laughter from the audience about this before my arrival, and he was trying to allay their fears with humor. This awkwardness, this glitch in the proceedings, I would soon discover, was to set the tone for the rest of the show, and appeared to foreshadow Damien asking the mostly younger, Korean audience about an hour later, “Does anybody know what time it is…?”. And then saying…” Well, gotta finish up soon…”
In between songs, and with no other musicians onstage or in sight, he often appeared bored, tired, alone, and out-of-sorts. Right after asking for the time he threw his head back and let out a low moan of frustration,as if to say… “Scotty, beam me out of here!” He was constantly petitioning the audience about what they wanted to hear next, as if he had no interest or motivation to play anything. It was an odd display from a veteran performer like Rice, especially in front of an audience that had spent over $100 per ticket, on average, including yours truly.
He also, remarkably, didn’t speak one word of Korean the whole night. This from an artist who sings in French and Eskimo.
Musically, it was a solid, solo, acoustic performance from Rice, but he clearly failed to connect with the audience in a way that would have allowed him to be comfortable onstage. In one misguided attempt very early in the show he invited volunteer audience members to come up onstage for a sing-along, but was soon overwhelmed when dozens responded to the call, and organizers had to lend a hand in dispersing the raucous crowd at the end of it. Damien himself - jokingly - called for security and was forced to awkwardly postpone the show to wait for the crowd to return to their seats. Finally proclaiming, “Koreans are crazy”. But clearly, it was the performer who had had a sudden lapse in sanity. In all fairness, I’m sure it was suggested to him by some manager or organizer somewhere that “…Koreans love onstage sing-a-longs…”.
In another awkward moment, and barely audible from my seat, he stepped away from the microphone and apparently “unplugged” his guitar for a version of ‘cannonball’.
His guitar, even when plugged in, appeared on the verge of collapse, and sounded, at odd moments, in need of some fresh strings. He recounted a story about how he threw it to the ground once in frustration and cracked the body just before discovering the chords for “amie”. And for some odd reason he felt the need to employ an electric guitar effect on more songs than was absolutely necessary.
More often than not, a Damien Rice song seems to oscillate between the poetry of a prophetic whisper and the monotony of a repetitive, borderline psychotic, screaming echo of the same verse; but too often the vocal subtleties don’t emerge from the aural deluge, and by the end of it you’re just glad that he’s stopped screaming. Especially if the screaming includes obscenities, which seem to appear often in his lyrics.
A Damien Rice song, at it’s best, is accompanied by a female vocalist and at least one or two other stringed instruments. This show had neither, although he did perform several songs on piano, including a version of “9 crimes”.
The most familiar songs, from his 2002 release “O”, were performed, more or less, faithfully to their recorded versions, which certainly pleased many fans. However, after a decade, or more, of performing these songs, one starts to imagine - and even hope for - a little variation on the familiar, from the artist. If not for the audience, then at least for the performer, who certainly must tire from performing the same songs the exact same way show after show, year after year, and which certainly seemed to be the case that night at Olympic Hall.
The best song was the last, ‘cheers darlin’, when Damien sat down at a table and began drinking wine with an unidentified woman, and slowly, if not tediously, narrated his way into the song. Emerging from the background - at long last - we’re finally treated to some percussion and additional stringed accompaniment. Eventully, the woman gets up abruptly, severing all the romantic anticipation of the moment, and departs. The man is left broken, broke, and alone, and falls asleep on a park bench. Cheers Darlin’!
where are you seeing him?
Just a little older, that's all!
Again
hoping for no change from u..
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nothing unusual
+Tùng Phạm Thanh he meant it was always awesome as usual
And hairier.
like if you change "amie" by the name of your love
lisa look what you did to him =/
one person is very soulless