Hive Open Mic Week 305 I'm finally back to one of my favorite Hive activities, #HiveOpenMic, which I've been participating in for about four years. I had been absent due to technical problems with my camera, but while editing the video, I realized that the issue this time was with the audio. It's something I'll try to fix for my future performances. This week, I'd like to perform a song that I know will bring back a wave of nostalgia for those of my generation, reminiscent of the late nineties and early 2000s. I'm referring to "Torn" by Natalie Imbruglia, a song I loved that was released in 1997. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Hive Open Mic Semana 305 Finalmente regreso a una de mis actividades favoritas de todo Hive, el #HiveOpenMic, en el cuál yo he venido participando más o menos por cuatro años, pero me había ausentado debido a problemas técnicos con la cámara, sin embargo mientras editaba el video me di cuanta que la falla en esta ocasión fue con el audio, pero es algo que trataré de solucionar para mis presentaciones futuras. Para esta semana me egustaría participar con una canción que sé que a los de mi generación les dará un arrebato de nostalgia por esa época que marcó el final de los noventa y principios del 2000, me refiero a Torn de Natalie Imbruglia, una canción que me encantaba y que fue lanzada en 1997, espero que la disfruten tanto como yo.
Créditos/Credits
Este video fue editado con Filmora 9. La intro y los demás efectos pertenece al editor
This video was edited with Filmora 9. The intro and efects belongs to the editor
I recorded this video using a ZTE Blade A51 cell phone.
Grabé este video usando un celular Orbic Myra
Letra de la canción/Lyric
He was warm, he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well, you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know, or seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore
There's nothin' where he used to lie
The conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine, I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake, and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
So I guess the fortune teller's right
Should've seen just what was there, and not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins and now
I don't care, I had no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can't touch, I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake, and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn
(Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
And that's what's going on
Nothing's right, I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake, and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn, woah
(Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
(Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
(Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
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