Date: June 14, 2019
“Heather Nova was born in Bermuda. Her mother is Nova Scotian, and her father is a native Bermudian. Nova spent most of her childhood with her family (including one sister, television reporter Susannah, and one brother, reggae singer Mishka) on a 40 ft (12 m) boat (named “Moon”) built by her father, where the Friths spent most of 1970s and part of the 1980s, sailing throughout the Atlantic and Caribbean waters and coasts. Since her idyllic childhood, Heather has played over 600 concerts, sold over 2 million albums and has a career of 20 years in the Music industry.
There are parts of me he’ll never know, my wild horses and my river beds, and in my throat voices he’ll never hear. He pulls at me like a cherry tree, and I can still move but I don’t speak about it. Pretend I’m crazy, pretend I’m dead. He’s to scared to hit me now – he’ll bring flowers istead
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone I need an island, somewhere to bury you, Somewhere to go
And the dogwoods shimmer in October sun, “oh sweet thing”, he sings to me, “You’re the only one.”
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone I need an island somewhere to bury you, Somewhere I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone I need an island, somewhere to bury you, Somewhere to go.
And I don’t know why I can’t tell my sister, He spat in my face again, and I don’t want to die here. You know that dream when your feet won’t move, you want to come but your body won’t let you. He steals it from me.He steals it from me. It shines like sweat, like jewels, like something that has died to soon. He fucks with the beauty. A kiss, a kick, a kiss, a kick, a kiss kiss kick. He steals it from me. It’s out of my hands again.
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone I need an island, somewhere to bury you, Somewhere to go, to go…..