Date 2020-04-18
Category Lyrics, Music Video, New Music
Listen, watch live recording (1988), stream, mp3 download, buy, read lyrics to “Fodder on My Wings” by Nina Simone. The song was co-produced by Yves Chamberlan & Giancarlo Cerri.
Nina Simone Fodder On My Wings (prod. Yves Chamberlan & Giancarlo Cerri)
“I’ll tell you what freedom is to me,” Nina Simone once said: “No fear.” If many of the most important records of the soul icon’s career were about political freedom, her 1982 album Fodder on My Wings, newly reissued, was about personal freedom—about liberating herself from her past and finding the liberty to create as she pleased. It was Simone’s means of working through fear—of death, manipulation, discrimination—in search of joy and self-discovery.
A marvel of self-expression, Fodder on My Wings is a culmination of Simone’s frustrations molded into a jarring personal statement. At times manic, at times depressive, she shares many different sides of herself in vignettes that make up a portrait both intimate and immense. Although it does not achieve the unrivaled brilliance of the performances on her albums for Philips, it marks her creative apex as an artist, somehow both her most worldly and her most introspective work.
Even in Simone biographies, Fodder on My Wings is usually represented as an outlier in her career. But it is a strange, captivating document that helped capture what a complicated person she was, the tumultuous life she’d led, and the nature of her travels. Some songs she sang in English, some in French, and on others she alternated between the two languages. The album contains some of the most poignant ballads of her entire catalog, some songs that could double as rallying cries, and others that feel like fun sketches made for her own amusement. It is a record as unsteady, daring, damaged, and sensational as she was. – Pitchfork.
Nina Simone – Fodder on My Wings (prod. Yves Chamberlan & Giancarlo Cerri)
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Lyrics
A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth
She had fodder in her wings
She had dust inside her brains
She flitted here and there
United States, Switzerland, France, England, everywhere
With fodder in her wings
And dust inside her brains
Oh how sad. Oh how sad. Oh how sad
She watched the people, how they live
They’ve forgotten how to give
They had fodder in they’re brains
They had dust inside they’re wings
She watched them how they tried to live
They’ve forgotten how to give
They had fodder in they’re wings
They had dust inside they’re brains
Oh how sad. Oh how sad. Oh how sad
A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth
She had fodder in her wings
She had dust inside her brains
She flitted here and there
United States, Switzerland, France, England, everywhere
With fodder in her wings
And dust inside her brains
Oh how sad. Oh how sad. Oh how sad
She watched the people, how they live
They’ve forgotten how to give
They had fodder in they’re brains
They had dust inside they’re wings
She watched them how they tried to live
They’ve forgotten how to give
They had fodder in they’re wings
They had dust inside they’re brains
