jueves, 8 de julio de 2010

The Futureheads....When I was a child, running in the night....

I was afraid of what might be when I was a child, running in the night, I was afraid of what might be hiding in the dark and hiding on the street and of what was following me, the hounds of love are calling I've always been a coward and I don't know what's good for me ,well here I go, it's coming at methrough the trees, help me, someone, help me, please Take your shoes off, and I will throw them in the lake and I will be, two steps on the water among your hounds of loving and feel your arms surround me, I've always been a coward, and I dont know what's good for me, do you know what I need, do you know what I need, I need love love love love love, yeah...

lunes, 5 de julio de 2010

Brian Eno....Up on a hill, as the day dissolves with my pencil turning moments into line....

High above in the violet sky, A silent silver plane it draws a golden chain, One by one, all the stars appear, As the great winds of the planet spiral in, Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles, In the million insect storm, the constellations form, On a hill, under a raven sky, I have no idea exactly what I've drawn, Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away, With every single line moving further out in time and now as the pale moon rides (in the stars) Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars) and there, as the world rolls round (in the stars) I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars) I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars) and now, as the old sun dies (in the stars) I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars) There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars)....

domingo, 4 de julio de 2010

Animal Collective ....I start in a hose and I'll end in a yard....

When I feel like I'm stealing I can't keep myself from hearing God, Only the taste of your cooking can make me bow on the ground, It was the clouds that carved the mountains, it was the mountains that made the kids scream Oh well she bore all her parts but she never was found,You think "I'll carve a path through New York and be an artist", but are you anything ? It's not my words that you should follow, it's your insides. You're just an inside, Adjust your insides, You're just an inside ....