The Power of the Heart
by Alex Henry Foster
8BALL9-SOUNDSCAPE PRODUCER
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just a mind-blowing track sang so beautiful ❤️
JC
JC
Alex Henry Foster réussit ici une magnifique adaptation du titre de Lou Reed. J’espère qu’il jouera ‘The Power Of The Heart’ en live dimanche au Rock Your Brain Fest, ce serait un beau cadeau.
Favorite track: The Power of the Heart.
maxmusicvoice
maxmusicvoice
Radio Edit is very beautiful but the Long version is completely blowing my mind!
Favorite track: The Power of the Heart.
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Track Listing:
1. The Power of the Heart (8:27)
About “The Power of the Heart”
It took me years, streaming into the bleakest turbulences of my own inner voyage, to envision the prospect of making a monument of sincerity such as The Power of the Heart mine. Self-acceptance in an age of make-believes is what allows someone to find themselves, and it’s once emancipated from self-preservative escapism that one can navigate amongst the vestiges of their existence, which in turn leads one to simply be, as an individual and originator. Being liberated from the anguish of being seen for who I am is the reason why I didn’t feel the pressure to mimic Reed’s incarnation of the song nor was I constrained by the burden of having to emulate his intimate intent. If my initial appropriation of the song stood as a homage to Lou Reed and Laurie Anderson’s love and respective creative expression, it would grow beyond its conceptualized embodiment as I began to enfranchise myself through it. It is in that moment that it wasn’t a revision process anymore but the result of a total abandonment designed by my own instinctive drift and surrendering. Noises became sounds, and musical arrangements evolved into some sort of spiritual uplift for me, turning it all into a celebration of what can’t be owned, measured, or defined, a boundless and infinite transformative ascension that can only be experienced once shared and given away. That is for me the true everlasting nature that is the power of the heart.
Liberating in its contemplation.
Compassionate in its acceptance.
Transformative in its incarnation.
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You and me, we always sweat and strain
You look for sun, I look for rain
We're different people, we're not the same
It’s the power of the sun, the power of the sun
I looked at treetops, you look for caps
Above the water, where the waves snap back
I flew around the world to bring you back
Ah, the power of the heart
You looked at me and I looked at you
The sleeping heart was shining through
The wispy cobwebs that we're breathing through
It’s the power of the heart, the power of the heart
I looked at you and you looked at me
I thought of the past, you thought of what could be
I asked you once again would you marry me
It’s the power of the heart
It’s the power of your heart
Everybody says love makes the world go round
I hear a bubbling, I hear a sound
Of my heart beating and I turn around
And find you standing at the door
You know me, I like to dream a lot
Of this and that and what is not
And finally I figured out what was what
It was the power of the heart
It’s the power of your heart
You know me, you know me
I like to dream a lot
It’s the power of your heart
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The Power of the Heart
08:27
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You and me, we always sweat and strain
You look for sun, I look for rain
We're different people, we're not the same
It’s the power of the sun, the power of the sun
I looked at treetops, you look for caps
Above the water, where the waves snap back
I flew around the world to bring you back
Ah, the power of the heart
You looked at me and I looked at you
The sleeping heart was shining through
The wispy cobwebs that we're breathing through
It’s the power of the heart, the power of the heart
I looked at you and you looked at me
I thought of the past, you thought of what could be
I asked you once again would you marry me
It’s the power of the heart
It’s the power of your heart
Everybody says love makes the world go round
I hear a bubbling, I hear a sound
Of my heart beating and I turn around
And find you standing at the door
You know me, I like to dream a lot
Of this and that and what is not
And finally I figured out what was what
It was the power of the heart
It’s the power of your heart
You and me, we always sweat and strain
The final result is always the same
You think that somehow we're in a game
It’s the power of the heart
I think I'm dumb, I know you're smart
It’s the beating of a purebred heart
I say this to you this is not a lark
Marry me today, marry me today
You know me, I like to dream a lot
Of what there is and what there is not
But mainly it’s you, I dream of you a lot
It’s the power of the heart
It’s the power of your heart
You know me, you know me
I like to dream a lot
It’s the power of your heart
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about
I’ve been a fan of Lou Reed’s music ever since I found that strange-sounding LP titled Transformer in the prime section of my father’s vinyl collection when I was a kid. I was fascinated by that record, from the artwork to the stories behind the songs. And if I wasn’t able to understand much — if anything — of what sounded like fragments of cryptic words as I grew up in the French part of Montreal city, it’s Lou’s poignant voice that truly guided me through, like a light shining in its own right. While I felt his fearless and defying tone and the freedom and integrity of his creative universe, it’s somehow the emotional undertone transcending his music that captured me. There was an invisible element brightly glowing within his sonic expression that I found utterly moving when I first heard him, something indescribable, almost impossible to define, like some sort of a shadowing sorrow that wasn’t dominated by any overpowering darkness. And I grew to also discover The Velvet Underground and his extensive body of work… New York, Warhol, Basquiat, Branca, Patti Smith, Sonic Youth, Swans, and everything else that would shape and form the imageries and visions of the child I was, stretching the boundaries of the otherwise impoverished and underprivileged reality I evolved in.
If his Metal Machine Music album had a profound impact on my conception of writing and the aesthetic obsession I attach to it, it’s when I heard the utmost purity and fabulous let go of his song The Power of the Heart that I set my conceptual structure free from my elusive need of control. It is then that I was able to foresee the transformative difference between the nature of welcoming sensations, as unfettered as they are, rather than try to commune through the reasoning parameters of my outbound invitation for others to conform into.
It was as if the most talented and enduring of all illusionists was suddenly stepping into bright lights, revealing himself after a lifelong trick in which he had managed to evolve through the smoke and mirrors of the mysteries he let everybody else believe. And for the first time, there he was, as himself, stripped from the uniform he wore to keep his treasures from the unquenchable human obsession for what can’t be defined, what can’t be owned, what can’t be understood, what can't be comprehended. True beauty had been there all along but had been kept from our devouring eyes in order to lay it down at someone’s brazen feet, a person that saw him from the very beginning, unafraid of his grim or his luminescence, unbaffled by his well-crafted aura. That someone enlightened a path of her own, a reflective spirit that saw his lifetime sufferings find a journey leading home… At least that’s how I like to see that song.
It took me years, streaming into the bleakest turbulences of my own inner voyage, to envision the prospect of making a monument of sincerity such as The Power of the Heart mine. Self-acceptance in an age of make-believes is what allows someone to find themselves, and it’s once emancipated from self-preservative escapism that one can navigate amongst the vestiges of their existence, which in turn leads one to simply be, as an individual and originator. Being liberated from the anguish of being seen for who I am is the reason why I didn’t feel the pressure to mimic Reed’s incarnation of the song nor was I constrained by the burden of having to emulate his intimate intent. If my initial appropriation of the song stood as a homage to Lou Reed and Laurie Anderson’s love and respective creative expression, it would grow beyond its conceptualized embodiment as I began to enfranchise myself through it. It is in that moment that it wasn’t a revision process anymore but the result of a total abandonment designed by my own instinctive drift and surrendering. Noises became sounds, and musical arrangements evolved into some sort of spiritual uplift for me, turning it all into a celebration of what can’t be owned, measured, or defined, a boundless and infinite transformative ascension that can only be experienced once shared and given away. That is for me the true everlasting nature that is the power of the heart.
Liberating in its contemplation. Compassionate in its acceptance. Transformative in its incarnation.
If his Metal Machine Music album had a profound impact on my conception of writing and the aesthetic obsession I attach to it, it’s when I heard the utmost purity and fabulous let go of his song The Power of the Heart that I set my conceptual structure free from my elusive need of control. It is then that I was able to foresee the transformative difference between the nature of welcoming sensations, as unfettered as they are, rather than try to commune through the reasoning parameters of my outbound invitation for others to conform into.
It was as if the most talented and enduring of all illusionists was suddenly stepping into bright lights, revealing himself after a lifelong trick in which he had managed to evolve through the smoke and mirrors of the mysteries he let everybody else believe. And for the first time, there he was, as himself, stripped from the uniform he wore to keep his treasures from the unquenchable human obsession for what can’t be defined, what can’t be owned, what can’t be understood, what can't be comprehended. True beauty had been there all along but had been kept from our devouring eyes in order to lay it down at someone’s brazen feet, a person that saw him from the very beginning, unafraid of his grim or his luminescence, unbaffled by his well-crafted aura. That someone enlightened a path of her own, a reflective spirit that saw his lifetime sufferings find a journey leading home… At least that’s how I like to see that song.
It took me years, streaming into the bleakest turbulences of my own inner voyage, to envision the prospect of making a monument of sincerity such as The Power of the Heart mine. Self-acceptance in an age of make-believes is what allows someone to find themselves, and it’s once emancipated from self-preservative escapism that one can navigate amongst the vestiges of their existence, which in turn leads one to simply be, as an individual and originator. Being liberated from the anguish of being seen for who I am is the reason why I didn’t feel the pressure to mimic Reed’s incarnation of the song nor was I constrained by the burden of having to emulate his intimate intent. If my initial appropriation of the song stood as a homage to Lou Reed and Laurie Anderson’s love and respective creative expression, it would grow beyond its conceptualized embodiment as I began to enfranchise myself through it. It is in that moment that it wasn’t a revision process anymore but the result of a total abandonment designed by my own instinctive drift and surrendering. Noises became sounds, and musical arrangements evolved into some sort of spiritual uplift for me, turning it all into a celebration of what can’t be owned, measured, or defined, a boundless and infinite transformative ascension that can only be experienced once shared and given away. That is for me the true everlasting nature that is the power of the heart.
Liberating in its contemplation. Compassionate in its acceptance. Transformative in its incarnation.
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Alex Henry Foster Montreal, Québec
Alex Henry Foster (AHF) is a Canadian musician, singer, producer, and composer, best known as the frontman of Juno Awards
nominee band Your Favorite Enemies.
In November 2018, Foster released a first solo album "Windows in the Sky”.
In April 2021, he released his live album and film “Standing Under Bright Lights”, featuring his first concert at the Festival International de Jazz de Montréal.
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May 25Weinheim, Germany
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May 30Siegen, Germany
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May 30Augsburg, Germany
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Jun 15Luxembourg, Luxembourg
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Jul 6Elsloo, Netherlands
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Jul 13Katowice, Poland
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Jul 19Loreley, Germany
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Jul 24Tübingen, Germany
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Jul 25Herzberg, Germany
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Jul 27Cologne, Germany
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