Charlyn Marie Marshall (born January 21, 1972), also known as Chan Marshall or by her stage name Cat Power, is an American singer/songwriter and occasional actress and model. Cat Power was originally the name of Marshall's first band, but has come to refer to her musical projects with various backing bands. Over a twenty year career she has produced eight studio albums, one live album and two EPs.
A native of Atlanta, Georgia, Marshall loved soul, rock 'n' roll and country music from childhood and began to play guitar in experimental bands with friends in her early adult years. After a move to New York at age 20, Marshall recorded two lo-fi, improvised solo albums, Dear Sir (1995) and Myra Lee (1996), collaborating with Sonic Youth drummer Steve Shelley. Cat Power then signed to Matador Records to release her third, more focused album, What Would the Community Think? (1996), which united her with notable indie musicians. She followed with Moon Pix (1998) and The Covers Record (2000), receiving notice for her spare, intense originals and radically stripped down takes on folk songs and familiar songs. You Are Free (2003) was more structured indie rock and brought Cat Power wider attention. Marshall followed it up with the one-take performance film, Speaking for Trees (2004), filmed in a forest. The Greatest (2006), in which she worked with classic R&B and gospel musicians, was her most recent collection of original songs, and her best-selling. A second covers collection, Jukebox (2008), with a horn-led backing band, is her most recent album.
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Schon seit Tausenden von Jahren und natürlich heute auch
Werden Unschuldige schuldlos als Sündenbock mißbraucht
Geschieht im Leben eines Menschen ein verdrießlich Mißgeschick
Ist die spontane Reaktion meist ein fäkaler Kraftausdruck.
Doch macht niemand sich Gedanken, was er da eigentlich benutzt
Wessen Namen er damit beschmutzt.
Die arme Scheiße ist das Opfer
Denn es ist SIE, die wir verschrei'n
Wenn wir ihren guten Namen
Allem Schlechten hier verleih'n.
Es nehmen viele Menschen Sie fast täglich in den Mund
Und das selten aus ehrbarem Grund!
Schon seit Anbeginn der Menschheit, praktisch seit wir existier'n
Ist sie ja wohl das Friedlichste, was Menschen produzier'n
Seht wie sie weich ist und gewaltlos von bescheidener Natur
Wenn sie sich unter uns zusammenrollt in untertänigster Manier
Sie soll für uns ausdrücken, was uns ärgert und mißglückt,
Und wird von uns selbst ausgedrückt
Die arme Scheiße ist das Opfer
Denn es ist SIE, die wir verschrei'n
Wenn wir ihren guten Namen
Allem Schlechten hier verleih'n.
Sie wird täglich von uns ausgedrückt,
Und steht nie im Tagebuch,
Sie soll ausdrücken unseren Fluch!
Die arme SCHEISSE - sie hat doch niemand was getan
Die arme SCHEISSE - stellt sich immer hinten an
SCHEISSE - scheißt im Wald der Auerhahn
SCHEISSE - scheißt selbst der Papst im Vatikan
Die arme SCHEISSE - sie ist der Nahrung Abgesang
SCHEISSE - mal ist sie kurz mal meterlang
Die arme SCHEISSE - ist nie der Held im Arztroman
Die arme SCHEISSE - sag' doch lieber "Rinderwahn"!
When I was six months old
there was a price upon my soul.
They placed me in a basket
and sent me down the rapids
So all I ever knew was a wicker tomb.
Please lock the door behind me
Just lock the door after I go.
I'm sorry for my tied tongue
I'm sorry that you left alone.
When I replaced the cross
with monuments to what I'd lost
I grew apart from myself
and shook until the night fell
But all I ever was
was merciful.
Well I never got out of those rapids
We never get out of the rapids.
You're still here in some way.
But I couldn't have known
It came with the nightfall
The dark that swallowed the stars
One by one it painted them black
And brought horror to our hearts
It came down in the shape of rain
A wall of black waters
Spreading the end to the earth below
And I ran and left them all
Away from those dying voices
I escape the eye of the doom
The triumph of fear and ending lives
And I left them all and ran
Until I reached the shore
The waves greeted me with majestic mourn
To the sea I shed my last hope
And the ocean carried me away
The sound of ending world was fading
Until I only heard my heart in despair
Closed my eyes and fell into a sleep
Relieving dream of the distant sun
"Awake" whispered the sea
And my tearful eyes were open
The crystal night sky shone like water
The roof of eternity, ballet of million stars
But as I turned my eyes down to the horizon
Well I'm in, pretty good shape for the shape I'm in,
living in the shadows of all my
sins, but hey, we've all got our problems.
And it's been 21 hours since I've heard your voice and
me, well I got no damn choice
in the matter, yeah you know that's true
Yeah leave it all up to you this time, the decision is
yours baby its not mine, even
though that's hard.
But the ink stain is still on my hand, and your
number's too worn off to understand,
but I wear it, like a battle scar.
CHORUS
And I can't tell, about you and me, it's a little bit
too far down that old road of life to see.
But I keep an eye out, toward the sky, thinking that
maybe you just might be passin' by,
And how I wish, that you can hear, me sing maybe this
time my songs just might mean something.
So fall on back down to me, fall on back down to me,
ah you're still an angel, even with that broken wing.
And I said I got enough gas to make it there,
tonight if you want baby I don't care, and you said no
no no no that's ok.
So instead I just sat here on this couch and I drank it
off, that's what I'm all about,
at least lord, that's what the poeople say.
Cuz we both know im just a lost cause, a wannabe poet
with a cheap guitar, begging for applause,
but I thought id be your knight in shining armor, and
id save ya, hell or high water,
but I wont reach out my hand if you don't want it.
Repeat CHORUS
So fall on back down to me, fall on back down to me,
ah you're still an angel, ah you're still an angel, ah
you're still an angel,