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Lisa Hannigan - Pistachio

Lisa Hannigan is perhaps best known for her involvement with fellow Irish singer/songwriter Damien Rice. She collaborated with him in both of his major studio albums, O and 9. I must say, in my opinion, what made Damien Rice so appealing to me was Lisa. Her voice sounded so soothing and genuine that I would play tracks with her over and over again. Nowadays Lisa has been making a name for herself with the release of her own album, Sea Sew (she is no longer collaborating with Damien on the grounds that their relationship “has run its creative course”).

Sea Sew, to put it quite simply, is an amazing folk album; I highly recommend picking it up. Lisa shows that she isn’t just a sidekick of Damien, but a force of her own. Again, I have to mention her voice. It’s soft, melodic, and delicate. It’s a simple kind of voice, but a voice you’ll find yourself wanting to hear over and over again. One of my favorite tracks from Sea Sew is Pistachio. It’s a beautiful song about feeling low and wanting to give up, but despite it all, having the strength and fortitude to keep on going. Enjoy. You can also see a video for her single “Lille” here.


Sit down and fire away
I know it’s tricky when you’re feeling low
When you feel like your flavour has gone
The way of a pre shelled pistachio
I know you’re weighed down
And fed up with your heavy boots
Laced with melancholy
Notions all your own

I do like sugar, tend toward the brittle
And sticky when spun
And I know my demeanor has gone the way
Of a photo left out in the sun
And I try to keep myself in lilies
And flax seeds
And what’s the folly of fooling just yourself

Sit down and smoke away
I wouldn’t knock it til you’re in them shoes
And watch as our subtlety blows away
As a blush it gives way to a bruise
But seemly we’d freely make a trade off
A dry rot to take the weight off
And swap the boots for red shoes

-moises