Believer

For a minute there when you saw the above title and picture, bet you all freaked out that I might have gone with the choir prissies. If so, shame on you, you should know better. What you see is not always what you get and this young lady with her British gospel overtones (which I dig so much) may look like a church mouse, she's definitely not. She's a rocker — one true rocker. But who keeps rocking in the shadow. Actually, I'd already wrote a piece on her — that was two years ago, how time flies. Still no album in sight yet (unfortunately), but at least a Soundcloud page full of goodies where you may listen to more titles including an acoustic guitar version of this same track. Honestly, seeing all the vapid talentless sluts (I won't name any but follow my gaze) taking over the airwaves, it feels so unfair that we're denied the opportunity to hear such talent as Tiffany Page's (unrelated to Jimmy, by the way) who not only can sing without Autotune but also write catchy songs. No need for her to confess, I'm a convert, and the sluts I mentioned above can go back where they came from — and cover themselves up for the way global warming is going, they might catch a cold and lose their voice, which would be a real shame (maniacal laughter).

Ey@el

Show me how you believe
And I might be converted.
Confess everything to me,
Show me how your worship
Can you set me free,
Make a believer out of me ?

I wanna scream it to the heavens,
Wanna praise your name,
And when you do that certain something to me,
I'm a believer...
I'm a believer...

Take me to a higher plane,
Draw me in the shadow,
Offer me forgiveness babe,
And maybe I might follow.
Can you help me see,
Make a believer out of me?

I wanna scream it to the heavens,
Wanna praise your name,
And when you do that certain something to me,
I'm a believer...
I'm a believer...

I wanna scream it to the heavens,
Wanna praise your name,
And when you do that certain something to me,
I wanna burn you into my skin,
Feel your secret fire,
Peel away the mystery, baby
Cuz I'm a believer...
I'm a believer...
I'm a believer...

Show me how you believe
And I might be converted.
Confess anything to me,
Show me how your worship.

Original text by TIFFANY PAGE
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