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Jessica Pratt - AS THE WORLD TURNS
I know this world is turnin'
Burnin' on the wild words, can't seem to explain
More than just an outline born of fear
I won't find solace here
There's one thing wrong, chosen few
I need soul to keep the whistle blown
And it's so long before my future's come
Drawn in sand and on, on
Mmm, la-di-di-di-la
Mmm, la-di-di-di-la-oh
Mmm, mmm, mmm
I know this world is turnin'
Burnin' on the wild words, can't seem to explain
More than just an outline born of fear
I won't find solace here
There's one thing wrong, chosen few
I need soul to keep the whistle blown
And it's so long before my future's come
Drawn in sand and on, on
Mmm, la-di-di-di-la
Mmm, la-di-di-di-la-oh, mmm
"Like Astrud Gilberto floating in space", wrote Victoria Segal in Mojo 304, pinpointing the uncanny appeal of As The World Turns. The song is from Quiet Signs, Jessica's third and most acclaimed album. References to Karen Dalton, Joanna Newsom, Nick Drake are useful, but the L.A. singer occupies her own hermetic, candlelit world. Mercurial in every sense: silvery, surprising, spilling away from wherever it's just been pinned down.
