A southern girl in the Pacific Northwest

Matt Nathanson’s 2007 album Some Mad Hope is one of my favorites.  This is not because Nathanson is a spectacularly talented lyricist, or because his music is especially complex.  It’s nothing new, and nothing ground-breaking.  What it is, however, is folky-pop straight-up, over ice, with a striped straw.  It makes me feel good, and the songs are sing-along-able.

This particular song is one of my favorites from this album because I think the main character sounds spunky.  I like spunky.

To the Beat of Our Noisy Hearts – Matt Nathanson

She don’t lie in bed at night
Staring at the ceiling
She don’t wait to begin
She bets on long shots
She wants what they’ve got
She skates where the ice thins

On and on, we keep going, crowded like subway cars
On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts

She was her mother’s secret
She was daddy’s girl
She brought weekend boys home in her curls
She said, “My love is a fever.
Come on, touch my skin.
They all think I’m easy,
I’m easy, cause I let them win.”

On and on, we keep going, crowded like subway cars
On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts

She said, “Pick up the phone
Cause I need to feel more alone
And your voice drives me crazy.”

On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts

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