Mar 12, 2015

Nick Mulvey’s Fever to the Form

written by Hannah

Twice over the Alps before ever I was born, my name is Hannah but when online I tend to go by Lunaed, or Eluned Francis. I like to live in the past or in other peoples' present. I live to travel and love to see the world from the perspective of others. I chew slowly, and absorb the world in much the same way: savouring it.

Fever to the Form
Nick Mulvey

This is not much of a review; truly I don’t know how to categorise this post, nor can I find it in me to criticise the song. I love it with that rare, urgent obsession that necessitates listening to it on repeat ad infinitum. Therefore I have been forced to wear headphones in the living room, like the muppet that I am, so as not to drive certain family members up the wall. The headphones also provide a veil of secrecy whereby I can listen without weirding myself out, because no one knows is privy to my obsessive listening habits… until now.

So whether music or madness
Live by one of the two
By one of the two

Go on, fill your heart up with gladness
Not a moment too soon
Not a moment too soon

Should we ration the reasons
To the charts that ignore
Of this I’ve never been sure

So i will follow the feeling
And sing fever to the form
Oh my fever to the form

Fever to the form
Fever to the form

Cos’ the very thing you’re afraid, afraid of
It keeps you clean but unclear
Clean but unclear

Is the dirt that you’re made, you’re made of
And thats nothing to fear
No, its nothing my dear

How did i know what you’re thinking
Maybe i thought it before

Maybe that’s why i’m at your window
Hear me at your door
Singing give me some more

Oh fever to the form
Won’t you hear me at your door
Singing give me some more

Cos’ you were never empty
And we’ve been here before
Yes, we’ve been here before

But now theres always plenty
Yet still we ask for more
Singing fever to the form.


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