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Track: The Wind
Artist: PJ Harvey
Album: Is This Desire?

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Name: PJ Harvey
Spotify Genres: art pop, singer-songwriter
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Polly Jean "PJ" Harvey MBE (born 9 October 1969 Bridport, Dorset, England) is an English musician and singer-songwriter. Harvey began her career in 1988 when she joined Bristol band [a668599] as a vocalist, guitarist and saxophone player. In January 1991, following her departure from [a=Automatic Dlamini], Polly Jean Harvey formed her own band with former bandmates [a=Rob Ellis] (drums, backing vocals) and [a344002] (bass). Harvey decided to name the trio "PJ Harvey" after rejecting other names as "nothing felt right at all or just suggested the wrong type of sound". The trio consisted of Harvey on vocals and guitars, Ellis on drums and backing vocals, and Olliver on bass. Olliver later departed to rejoin the still-active Automatic Dlamini. He was subsequently replaced with [a=Steven Vaughan]. The band released two albums: "[Link]" (1992) and "[Link]" (1993). The band's final tour was to support [a=U2] in August 1993, after which the trio officially disbanded. Since that PJ Harvey started recording music solo under the same name.

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Release: P J Harvey* - The Wind
Year: 1999
Genres: Rock
Styles: Indie Rock

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LYRICS

Catherine liked high places
High up, high up on the hills
A place for making noises
Like whales
Noises like the whales
Here she built a chapel
With her image
Her image on the wall
A place where she could rest and rest
And a place where she could wash
And listen to the wind blowing

And listen to the wind blow
And listen to the wind
And listen to the wind blow

She dreamt of children's voices
And torture on the wheel
Patron Saint of nothing
A woman of the hills
She once was a lady
Of pleasure and high born
A lady of the city
But now she sits and moans

And listens to the wind blow
Listen to the wind blow

I see her in a chapel
High up on the hill
She must be so lonely
Oh Mother can't we give
A husband to our catherine
A handsom one, a deal
A rich one for the lady
Someone to listen with

And listen to the wind blow
And listen to the wind blow
And listen to the wind blow
And listen to the wind blow