sábado, 1 de agosto de 2009

Nada Surf....Don’t push me cause I’ll fall in love with whatever you just said....

don’t push me cause I’ll fall in love with the way you wear your head, out in the corner you’re glowing white, I want to want you, I need to need you, I’d love to love you, I want to want you, I need to need you, I’m begging to beg you, I’d like to say good-bye to a complicated mind but when I walk and wave, I’m stalked all day by California lives and things I didn’t try, with human kind and the strangest colored eyes....

Graham Coxon....I can't feel the same again now that I found you....

and I won't be the same again, now that I found you, Once it was so easynow it just ain't that and you won't believe me cause I, I never knew, I want you to remember the good times and everytime I see you a sadness falls upon me cause, I still love you and long for you and me, I want you to remember the good times....

Primus....The earth it did crack open on the day that I was born....

and a thousand merry pranksters came dancin' through the storm. I lay cradle bound a howlin' out my mind not knowin' years to come, i'd be shoutin' over din I sucked information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. I am antipop; I’ll run against the grain till the day I drop. I am the antipop; the man you cannot stop. as a young man, I plug into the tube, but the stench of all that pretense I cannot muddle through. I lay on my back and scan the radio all that comes out my speakers is a steady syrup flow. I suck information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. I stood by watching and I seen 'em come and go. I seen 'em make that million then vanish in the snow. They come upon you like a pack of rabid hounds as they slobber in your ears and purge you with their sounds. Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull my belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full. I am antipop; I’ll run against the grain till the day I drop. I am the antipop; the man you cannot stop....

viernes, 31 de julio de 2009

Guided By Voices....someone tell me why I do the things that I don't wanna do when you're around me....

I’m somebody else someone tell me why, I act like a fool when things don't go my way, when you're around me I'm somebody else, there is good reason I guess having once gone to far when you clean out the hive does it make you wanna cry? I'm still being followed by the teenage FBI, someone tell me why someone tell me why, someone tell me why I do the things that I don't wanna do, when you're around me I'm somebody else, someone tell me why someone tell me why, someone tell me why I do the things that I don't wanna do, when you're around me I'm somebody else, someone tell me why I act like a fool, when things don't go my way when you're around me, I'm somebody else there is good reason I guess, having once gone to far when you clean out the hive, does it make you wanna cry I'm still being followed by the teenage FBI....

miércoles, 29 de julio de 2009

Dead Can Dance....These silent chances pass one by who never knew of them at all....

Resigned to the hands of fate we await her impending beckon call. until we return, paradise interred.spread your golden wings, let the sails unfurl.until we return,paradise interred. spread your golden wings, let the sails unfurl. these silent chances pass one by who never knew of them at all. resigned to the hands of fate we await her impending beckon call. Until we return, paradise interred spread your golden wings, let the fires burn. until we return, paradise interred. spread your golden wings, let the sails unfurl. Well opportunities doors did not open wide. the answers remain locked away inside locked away inside... locked away inside...locked away inside...locked away inside... So forced into labour we till the earth to sow the seeds of our own rebirth. as the days turned into years our faith overcame any doubts or fears. are there any doubts or fears? In truth we had found the key. It's application would unravel this mystery. This mystery... This mystery...This mystery...This mystery....

Lambchop....Well I hate Nathan Bedford Forrest, He’s the featured artist in the devil’s chorus....

and damn they’re looking ugly to me damn they’re looking ugly to me, they say put an end to all your joking, you lost your friends when you quit smoking and damn they’re looking ugly to me damn they’re looking ugly to me now, the print the proof it disappoints and damn you’re running late, the fall the spills are picking up and it’s their best effort to date, You see your pitchfork I-rock saviors and I’m sorry I still prefer Jim Neighbors and damn they’re looking ugly to me damn they’re looking ugly to me, It’s said that those who wait will be rewarded but I think, those who are waiting will soon be deported and damn, they’re looking ugly to me damn they’re looking ugly to me, Now Insurance of the past is gone away and how we’ve overcome, the weakness for the altered statements and hey you know, we’re dressed like that and hey, that’s rather silly and hey, I made a bet with you that it’s not T mobility one more week of the preacher’s blend then I’ll be back from on the mend and damn they’re looking ugly to me damn they’re looking ugly to me soon I can do just what I please but I still hold my hip each time....

Dire Straits....You get a shiver in the dark....

It's a raining in the park but meantime, south of the river you stop and you hold everything a band is blowing dixie, double four time, You feel alright when you hear the music ring, well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces, coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down, competition in other places, uh but the horns they blowin' that sound, way on downsouth, way on downsouth, London town, check out guitar george, he knows-all the chords, mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make them cry or sing, they said an old guitar is all he can afford, when he gets up under the lights to play his thing and harry doesn't mind - if he doesn't, make the scene, he's got a daytime job, he's doing alright, he can play the honky tonk like anything, savin' it up, for friday night, with the sultans, we're the sultans of swing, then a crowd a young boys, they're a foolin' around in the corner drunk and dressed , in their best brown baggies and their platform soles, they don't give a damn about any trumpet playin' band, It ain't what they call rock and roll, then the sultans, yeah the sultans they play creole, creole and then the man he steps right up to the microphone and says at last just as the time bell rings goodnight, now it's time to go home and he makes it fast with, one more thing we are the sultans, we are the sultans of swing....

martes, 28 de julio de 2009

White Rose Movement....a simple sound, a scream to the sky....

slam, sacharine Sam pushing my pram, with your harlequin words you turned and said "Sicko psycophants" with a poisonous rant and a requiem of fear, the guns and teeth of London streets come on! C-c-come on! (Ohh) Kill, comfort kill I'm infidel all the fireworks, explode in the sky slam, sacharine Sam pushing my pram, with your harlequin words you run in the dark, cos it makes you feel free and the wind cuts your face, cos you wanna believe that out there something is real, the elixir of life he licks down a knife to her wet apperture....

New Young Pony Club....You're darkest at midnight what's as black as your insides....

The dark is, the dark is, the dark is why you clawing at your insides, where instinct is waiting why dya wanna wear it so tight, why dya wanna wear it out I don't wanna, I don't wanna talk about it, I don't wanna, I don't wanna talk about it, you're starkest at midnight even your shadown is tongue tied, you're talking, we're talking, no talking why you clawing at your insides, Where instinct is waiting Why dya wanna wear it so tight, Why dya wanna wear it out I don't wanna, I don't wanna talk about it, I don't wanna, I don't wanna talk about it, I'm so sick of talking about it....

Nitzer Ebb....Fast beat the feet, fast fall the hands,,,,

meld in the music, the music of drums, choose the fast beat, choose the hard line, choose the fast beat, choose the hard line Try to show us one better, not sick to the heart, not calling with flesh, suffer little children, written in pain, boys at one, girls at peace, boys at one, fast beat the feet, fast fall the hands, fast beat the feet, fast fall the hands, hold onto rhythm, the music of drums, hold onto rhythm, the music of drums, The pulse is alive making me sane, let your body learn, let your body build, let your body learn, let your body build, Suffer little children, the pulse is alive, Fast beat the feet fast fall the hands,Boys at one, girls at peace, boys at one, Freedom from fear giving release, freedom from fear giving release, giving your heart, Fast beating feet, fast falling hands, fast beating feet, fast falling hands, Fast beat the feet, fast fall the hands, choose, fast beat the feet (learn) choose fast beat the feet (learn) feel choose, Let your body learn, let your body build, let your body learn....

lunes, 27 de julio de 2009

Einstürzende Neubauten....Über dem narbengelände das langsam verschwindet....

so nur phantomschmerz bleibt es dringt kaum hörbar ein fieses lachen aus der roten info-box und in den gräbern wird leise rotiert, Alles nur künftig ruinen material für die nächste schicht, Mela, mela, mela, mela, melancholia melancholia, mon cher melancholia schwebt über der neuen stadt, und über dem land Über den schaltzentralen über dem stoppelfeld aus beton über den heimlichen bunkeranlagen die nicht wegzukriegen sind marlene go home! auch über dem marlene dietrich platz, Die neuen tampel haben schon risse künftige ruinen einst wächst gras auch über diese stadt über ihrer letzten schicht, melancholia, mon cher melancholia schwebt über der neuen stadt und über dem land Im zerschnittenen himmel von den jets zur übung zerflogen hängt sie mit ausgebreiteten schwingen ohne schlaf, und starren blicks in richtung trümmer hinter ihr die zukunft aufgetürmt steigt sie langsam immer höher übersieht letztendlich das ganze land was ist die befindlichkeit des landes? was ist die befindlichkeit des landes?....

Low....They put the treasure deep inside us....

Inside us, inside us, They thought the desert would divide us, Divide us, divide us, With silence, They filled our hearts and hands with violence, With violence, with violence, It's time to leave the fields behind us, Behind us, behind us, In silence....

domingo, 26 de julio de 2009

Deerhoof....Your legs don't work and you're caught in the light....

You can see through the walls so nothing is right.There's a man in the cellar next door and he's scratching the floor fifty miles away. You didn't know him till today. You're walking home and your heart has been drained, But you're eyes have been newly trained and the roof is invisible now. It's incredible how you were ever blind. Now you will always find: Rooms are connected, Eyes are perfected, Hey, now, now, Hey, now, now, You can see. Something you shouldn't be. Something suddenly free. What will happen now if:The eyes are too strong? The horizon's too long? I can see, I can see. But Mama says it's wrong. In the night I'll lose it. It's not right but I'll use it. I can see, I can see. As my lungs fill with air and the world is laid bare, What will happen to me? The warning says, "you can see." You will forever riddle....

These New Puritans....Draw swords of truth in the back of the car....

Cue my attack, you know I will say, Strike me down, I am an island, a mountain, a river and as I always sing, You know I'll be thinking this music's symbolic, This music is weightless and when I sing, so am I, You'll be slashing at the air, describing nothing, Who wrote all the numbers in your body? Who wrote all of the numbers in your body? The numbers in your body, I am in the rain, I am in the rain, I am in the- sixteen seconds! I'm writing on airwaves, I'm writing on the air, I'm writing on your memory, I'm writing on the microphone, The swords of truth, the back of the car, Due my attack but you know I always sing, Strike me down, Cos I am an island, a mountain, a river and as I see that, you know I am thinking, This music's symbolic, this music is weightless, Who wrote all the numbers in your body? I am in the air, I am in the reign, I am in the- sixteen seconds! Swords of truth in the back of the car, Cue my attack but to you I will say, Strike me down, strike me down, Strike me down, strike me down, strike me down! I am an island, a mountain, a river....

Crystal Castles....In the dark, We come out and play....

We are it's children and were here to stay, running through, hungry for strays, no invitation, take me awayI'm not cruel, but that's still what you see, Club to club, come see this city with me, hungry for life, without your pity, I don't want it, but you give it still can't say she wont start up, still can't say she wont start up a fight, you go city, cause in the city of life she can't she can't wait, in the darkness, a killer awaits, to kill a life and the lies you make, you do another, So this death can live, Just keep on dancing, to the movie your in the smell of your sweat, Just lures me in your heartbeat, Does sing to me....

Café Tacvba....Si hiciera una lista de mis errores....

de los menores hasta los peores, que expusiera todas las heridas los fracasos, desamores y las mentiras, Ofreceré el aroma del ámbar ofreceré el cedro y mis lagrimas, con la paciencia del mar esperaré toda una vida a que sane la confianza, Si volviera a comenzar, no tendría tiempo de reparar, Si hiciera un viaje a mis adentros y sobreviviera a los lamentos, pediría fuerzas para decir cuanto lo siento si volviera de un viaje a mis adentros, Si volviera a comenzar, no tendría tiempo de reparar el agua derramada está, la sed que siento no saciará ¿Cuantas cosas más puedo guardar? ¿Cuantas cosas puedo atesorar? Dulce tentación de dejarlo todo ¿Cuanto espacio más quiero ocupar? (hasta los recuerdos ya no caben en este lugar) ¿Cuantas cosas me puedo llevar? (La ultima mudanza deve ser la más ligera) Dulce tentación de dejarlo todo, Dulce tentación regalarlo todo, Si volviera a comenzar no tendría tiempo de reparar, El agua derramada está la sed que siento me sanará, el agua derramada está la sed que siento me sanará....