Rose Polenzani

Rose Polenzani

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"Rose exists on a level all her own... no one can touch her... botanical love songs... dark histories... as holy as a mystic, as profane as your perverted fantasies." Amy Ray of the Indigo Girls

Biography

"Rose exists on a level all her own... no one can touch her... botanical love songs... dark histories... as holy as a mystic, as profane as your perverted fantasies."
Amy Ray of the Indigo Girls

"Intense, passionate, and haunted!"
Performing Songwriter

"In their psychic intensity, Polenzani's compositions sometimes evoke the spirit of the late Velvet Underground chanteuse Nico, albeit without that singer's icy aloofness. Indeed, Polenzani's breathy, tremulous voice has a beckoning power more akin to that of a child ghost in a graveyard."
Request Magazine

"Somewhere in-between the raw emotion of singer Patty Griffin and the poetry of Anne Sexton, you'll find Rose Polenzani. Her newest release is, in a word, captivating."
Utne Reader

"Hypnotic, Complex and Alluring!"
Boston Globe

"One of the best songwriters around... Rose Polenzani actually has a chance to pick up the Mitchell mantle."
BUST Magazine

"Her songwriting is bold and uncompromising, with beautifully cast features and a wisdom that defies her young age. Her lyrics are a brilliant blur of sexuality and social commentary, intoned with the most esoteric of voices."
Southeast Performer

"The fiery rough-hewn 'Angel' [on Anybody] spews an intensity not far removed from P.J. Harvey's 4-Track Demos, while more pensive tracks like 'Omen' achieve an otherworldly quality that transcends musical categories, much like Rickie Lee Jones's early work. Anybody has me searching for Polenzani's self-released 1998 debut, Dragersville."
CMJ

"Tremulous and lovely... one of the evening's few genuine solo turns."
Chicago Tribune

"These [songs are] all filled with musings of dark mystery, humid fantasy, and identity crises. Just the sort of naked thoughts you'd expect to be floating richly about in the 2 a.m. dim light of a hidden back bedroom."
Illinois Entertainer

Lyrics

Fell

Written By: Rose Polenzani

You can laugh all you want to,
I don't care.
Only one thing matters to me
and it isn't here.
Like a happy, go-easy girl,
I should've waited for those railing bells.
They were only the rattling about
of my ruined shell.

what do I know about love?
I never could show myself.
I lay down my cloud hung hopes
wherever the first ones fell.

I lit up to the tower
when you were last asleep.
With the pigeons and cobwebs to cover,
I kept my peace.
But this terrible aching was rumbling
through the stone floors.
And I set out to howling,
RESCUE ME!

what do I know about love?
I never could show myself.
I lay down my cloud hung hopes
wherever the first ones fell.

Stammer away,
penny brigade,
Hell sunk and fretless
and dancing.
I played all my fears
into alchemy's ears
and she's deaf to my
every asking.

Take this saturn-soft flesh,
that I have smoothed over.
Give it all up to gravel and grease
and hard labor.
There were lovers who shone over me
like to shame the very sun,
but the thieves who would spit on my breast
were the generous ones.

what do I know about love?
I never could show myself.
I lay down my cloud hung hopes
wherever the first ones fell.

Orange Crush

Written By: Rose Polenzani

oh, my friend, with the stolen spare key,
I found you out in your long brown coat.
Your red shocks I caught stealing from me,
your hands are sticky with orange crush.

My lover saw that his top was gone,
red paint gleaming in another's eye.
Why, why, why did you take our things?
He didn't know, he gave me back my keys.

I never told you that I could fly,
fill my lungs, and rise behind you.
I want you to think that I'm an angel come down,
to judge you for what you did wrong.

He never knew Gabriel could kick so hard.
Followed him through the long back yard,
kicked his sex into applesauce,
recounted to him his human flaws.

Oh, but then a grave thought occurred to me.
My legs went stiff as a cherry tree.
To the untrained eye he was a monk in spring,
to me he's a beggar on the street.

He said the length of my gown is a mighty thing.
It makes me a man of mystery.
My soul has done well with your martyring,
so with your grace I am a newborn king.

He priested himself with a cross so slight,
it sank inside him like a day in night.
And no one mistakes him for a royal flush.
He washed his hands of the orange crush.

I nailed myself in a grave again.
i burned myself with a righteous flame,
I wanted to think I was an angel come down
to judge you for what you did wrong.

Or

Written By: Rose Polenzani

Eight red pills,
hidden with France in her drawer.
There’s another lilt on her,
and I draw it up, lissome and larkspur.
My hook or your bride
skeined around me, she smiles,
talks of you now and again,
sending me grillburns and gooseflesh.

Hey you with your words undone,
I’ll be the powerful one.
I’m ready to leave all this wreckage behind me.

A three-month smoke,
tripping around old jokes.
Dig a Carolina well,
brimming with seedpods and eggshells.
String my three-petal-clad clover tight,
this is a long, split night,
green in the feet
and red hands.

chorus

Caught on the down,
lop released leaf spun brown.
She has a moon’s hang and arc,
without my earshot or tongue-spark.

chorus

Discography

Albums
Rose Polenzani (Daemon 2001)
Anybody (Daemon 1999)
Dragersville (1998)
Vast Chest (1995)

Compilations
Hot Hands: A Tribute to Throwing Muses & Kristin Hersh (Kuma-Chan 2003)
Voices on the Verge (Rykodisc 2001)
Home Brewed in the Windy City (Starbucks & WXRT 1999)
Best of Unsigned Acoustic Music 1998 (1998)