Rebellion (Lies)

Mais Arcade Fire, com outra música do álbum Funeral.



Sleeping is giving in,
no matter what the time is.
Sleeping is giving in,
so lift those heavy eyelids.

People say that you'll die
faster than without water.
But we know it's just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter.

People say that your dreams
are the only things that save ya.
Come on baby in our dreams,
we can live on misbehavior.

Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes

People try and hide the night
underneath the covers.
People try and hide the light
underneath the covers.

Come on hide your lovers underneath the covers
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

Hidin' from your brothers
underneath the covers,
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

People say that you'll die
faster than without water,
but we know it's just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter,
Scare your son, scare your daughter.
Scare your son, scare your daughter.

Now here's the sun, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the moon, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the sun, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the moon it's alright
(Lies, lies!)

Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!

Every time you close your eyes

Every time you close your eyes

Every time you close your eyes

Lies, lies!

Neighborhood #2 (Laika)

Um dos grandes álbuns de rock da década 2000 sem dúvida é o álbum de estréia Funeral da banda canadense Arcade Fire. O som é rico em texturas musicais (rock, pop, folk,post-punk, art-rock, clássico, o que se queira nomear), difícil de definir, o que é até temerário, pois não há porque limitar o som de Funeral a qualquer definição, só é preciso escutar e apreciar. Essa música, Neighborhood #2 (Laika), é a segunda do álbum, aqui numa apresentação ao vivo na França, mostrando toda a força dessa jovem Banda.



Alexander, our older brother,
set out for a great adventure.
He tore our images out of his pictures,
he scratched our names out of all his letters.

Our mother shoulda just named you Laika!

Come on Alex, you can do it.
Come on Alex, there's nothin' to it.
If you want somethin' don't ask for nothin,
if you want nothin' don't ask for somethin'!

Our mother shoulda just named you Laika!
It's for your own good,
it's for the neighborhood!
For the neighborhood

Our older brother bit by a Vampire!
For a year we caught his tears in a cup.
And now we're gonna make him drink it.
Come on Alex don't die or dry up!

Our mother shoulda just named you Laika!
It's for your own good,
it's for the neighborhood!

When daddy comes home you always start a fight,
so the neighbors can dance in the police disco lights.
The police disco lights.
Now the neighbors can dance! (x4)

Birthday

Pois é, hoje é meu aniversário de 25 anos, então nada mais apropriado do que a música Birthday dos Beatles, do álbum branco (1969).



You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too--yeah
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party
Yes we're going to a party party.

I would like you to dance--Birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Dance

I would like you to dance--Birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday
I would like you to dance--Birthday
Dance

You say it's your birthday
Well it's my birthday too--yeah
You say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

Anthems For A Seventeen-Year-Old Girl

Fim de semana sem tocar no computador, por isso não teve nenhum vídeo. Hoje volto com Broken Social Scene de novo



Used to be the one of the rotten ones
And I liked you for that
Now you're all gone, got your make-up on
And you're not coming back

Bleachin' your teeth, smiling flash
Talking trash, under your breath
Bleachin' your teeth, smiling flash
Talking trash, under my window

Park that car, drop that phone,
Sleep on the floor, dream about me

Used to be the one of the rotten ones
And I liked you for that
Now you're all gone, got your make-up on
And you're not coming back

Cause = Time

Há algum tempo falei de uma nova tendência a bandas multitudinárias, e uma dessas bandas é a Broken Social Scene de Toronto, que tem algo em torno de 12 membros (mas cada um deles tem suas próprias bandas e projetos, um deles, a Leslie Feist já apareceu por aqui, procurem aí de lado). O som da banda é classificado por alguns como "pop barroco", seja lá o que isso quer dizer; particularmente acredito que o fato de alguns classificarem assim é por causa do uso de vários instrumentos diferentes e por causa de um certo experimentarismo (isso me lembra o Sgt Pepper's). Enfim, o BSS é uma ótima banda.

Flightless Bird

Extremamente bela.

No Lucifer

Mais British Sea Power, com mais uma música do álbum Do You Like Rock Music?, um dos melhores de 2008.

Waving Flags

Voltei ontem de viagem, morto de cansaço por isso não ouve vídeo. Hoje trago British Sea Power, um quarteto de Brighton, Inglaterra. A banda é um espetáculo, tem influências de grandes nomes como David Bowie, Iggy Pop, Joy Division, The Cure e Pixies. Imperdível.



You are astronomical fans of alcohol
So welcome in
Are rising in the east and setting in the west
All waving flags

We’re all waving flags now
Waving flags
But don’t be scared

And you, you will be here for a while
And it’s all a joke
Ooh it’s all a joke
Oooh

Are here of legal drinking age, on minimum wage
Well, welcome in
From across the Vistula, you’ve come so very far
All waving flags

We’re all waving flags now
Waving flags
But don’t be scared

And you, you will be here for a while
And it’s all a joke
Ooh it’s all a joke
Ooooh

Beer is not death
Beer is not life
It just tastes good
Especially tonight

Oh welcome in

Oh welcome in, we are Barbarians
Oh welcome in, cross the Carpathians
Oh we can fail, … against the sea
No we won’t fail … against the sea
So walk away

Andrew Bird

Andrew Bird é um artista impressionante, e tentar defini-lo é um exercício que se mostra ingrato pois acaba por limitar a grande riqueza artística dos elementos que usa para compor suas músicas (folk, jazz, swing, música de cabaré, violino, mandolin, assobio, etc). Da mesma forma, mostrar apenas uma única música não faria justiça a Andrew Bird. Por isso escolhi esse músico de Chicago para colocar 4 vídeos, já que amanhã viajo e só volto segunda dia 20.

Why?


Imitosis


Oh No


Heretics

Novocaine for the Soul

Eels é uma banda de rock da California que faz um som um tanto melancólico (principalmente com o álbum de 1998, Electro Shock Blues, pois a mãe e a irmã do vocalista morreram em um curto período de tempo), com letras que tratam de temas tormentosos. A música do post de hoje faz parte do álbum de estréia, Beautiful Freak, que teve várias influências, dentre elas o grunge.
A título de curiosidade, as músicas dos Eels estão em várias trilhas sonoras de filmes.



Life is hard and so am i
You better give me something
So I dont die
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out

Life is white and I am black
Jesus and his lawyer
Are coming back
Oh my darling will you be here
Before I sputter out

Guess whos living here
With the great undead
This paint by numbers life is fucking with my head
Once again

Life is good and I feel great
cause mother says I was
A great mistake

Novovaine for the soul
You better give me something
To fill the hole
Before I sputter out (repeat)

She Moves In Her Own Way

I'm Expanding My Mind

O punk/power pop de Superdrag.



you can get me wasted
You're the one I cut and pasted
And you might've once existed
And my memories are twisted
Yeah you robbed me like a strip-mine
Dead and buried for a long time
In an episode you casted
In the part where Jesus fasted
You ring up my line
I'm expanding my mind
I see two-thousand-five
When we fell who survived
You can get me slack-jawed
You were sipping through the last straw
Barely moving to the last waltz
To a symphony of my faults
Wrapped around me like a smoke ring
Had me set up like a coke sting
I'm still doing five-to-seven
Wishing liars got to heaven
You ring up my line
I'm expanding my mind
I see two-thousand-five
I can't tell who's alive

Série Musas de minha vida #2

A Kristen Stewart é completamente adorável.

Hello Sunshine

Essa música do Super Furry Animals me dá vontade de sair correndo pra o mar ver o sol nascer.



Hello sunshine
Come into my life

In honesty
It's been a while
Since we had reason left to smile
Hello sunshine
Come into my life

I'm a minger
You're a minger too
So come on minger
I want to ming with you

In honesty it's been a while
Since we had reason left to smile
Hello sunshine
Come into my life

You're not so innocent
You're a disgrace to your country
If you fled a million miles
I'd chase you for a day
(If I could be bothered)

Hello sunshine
Come into my life

Phantom Limb

The Shins é uma dessas raras bandas que me arrebataram de primeira. Os descobri por acaso há alguns anos (2006 se não me engano) navegando pelo site da Amazon, olhando as recomendações do site através dos cds que eu já havia visto (descobri outras bandas boas dessa maneira); quando ouvi foi identificação de imediato, paixão a primeira ouvida. Phantom Limb é do terceiro disco dele, Wincing The Night Away de 2007.



Foals in winter coats,
White girls of the North,
Fire past one, five and one
They are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham,
The EHS norm

And they can float above the grass,
In circles if they tried,
A latent power I know they hide,
To keep some hope alive,
That a girl like I'm could ever try,
Could ever try.

So we just skirt the hallway sides,
A phantom and a fly,
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection.

A week of rolling eyes,
And cheap shots from the trite,

And we're off to Nemarca's porch again,
Another afternoon of the goat head tunes,
And pilfered booze.

We wander through her mama's house,
And the milk from the window lights,
Family portrait circa ninety-five,
This is that foreign land,
With the sprayed on tans,
And it all feels fine,
Be it silk or slime,

So, when they tap our Monday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
Too far along in our crime,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection.

So, when they tap our Sunday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
Too far along in our crime,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection.

Hang On

O Teenage Fanclub tava demorando para aparecer por aqui, pois é uma banda que eu adoro, faz um pop preciso com influências da década de 60 entre outras, sempre com melodias suaves, mas sem dispensar a boa e velha distorção na guitarra.



Been bought and I've been sold
and I've forgot what I've been told
and now I need someone
Of all the stars I've ever seen
you're the sun
Hang on, hang on
Hang on, hang on
I've not forgotten all the tricks
that you've done
I just need some fun
I'm going underground to reassess
just what I've found
and all that I can do
Been blinded by the light
now I can go with a smile
Hang on, hang on
Hang on, hang on
I've not forgotten all the tricks
that you've done
I just need someone

Flathead

Eis um clipe bastante estiloso da banda escocesa The Fratellis (com três pin-ups maravilhosas), a música é do ótimo álbum de estréia.



Just because she feeds me well
and she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel
doesn't mean she's got eyes for me
she might just want my bones you see
hey flathead don't you get mean
she's the second best killer that I have ever seen
they don't come much more sick than you
I could go on if you want me to
it's just so wrong so very nice I told you
once and you killed me twice
I saw you one time at the back of the
club chewing on glass and a ticket stub
I heard they kicked the boy till he bled
then stood and said oh my god till she said
bara bap bara ra ra bara bap bara ra ra ra...
everybody knows you're the one to call
when the girls get ugly at the back of the wall
Josephine says you got a bleeding nose
so taking it with her wherever she goes
hey flathead don't check me in
well hers is a tonic and mine is a gin
they don't come much more slick
than you I'd drive your car if you ask me to
said the boy's not right in the head
so he stood and got a kicking instead till she said
bara bap bara ra ra bara bap bara ra ra ra...

Série Musas de minha vida #1

Aqui começa uma série que será regular no blog: as minhas musas. Começo com a lindíssima atriz estadunidense Jeniffer Connely, que faz bem o estilo "pin-up".

Sonnet

My friend and me
Looking through her red box of memories
Faded I'm sure
But love seems to stick in her veins you know


Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
My lord


Why can't you see
That nature has its way of warning me
Eyes open wide
Looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye


Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
My lord


Sinking fast within a boat without a hull
My lord
Dreaming about the day when I can see you there
My side
By my side


Here we go again and my head is gone, my lord
I stop to say hello
'Cause I think you should know by now
By now
By now
By now
By now
By now
Oh, by now
Oh, by now
Oh, by now
Oh, by now

The Weeping Song

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds e Blixa Bargeld cantando The Weeping Song. Genial.



Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too.
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They all are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them.

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long.

Father why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son.
O, are they merely crying father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come.

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the little children sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long.

O father tell me are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch.
O then I'm so sorry father
I never thought I hurt you so much.

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
No. I won't be weeping long

She Doesn't Get It

Pra alegrar o domingo.



All the girls pose the same fall pictures
All the boys got the same girls hair.
Well I am bored cause I feel much older,
Look at me as if I got a reason to stare.
But you talk so loud, that it calms me down.
You're crying, "let's make a toast!"

She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
Oh, that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know your type.

She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
I don't care, I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once, it never caught on,
I was the only one who got burned.

I've read every word you've said,
From a poster of a cat.
Four books look across your sofa,
I thought your coffee table was more clever than that.
It gets worse once we get to her room she stops and she sings "doot do do do do do do do"
I claim "New Religion's" my song,
She doesn't get it,
It's all before she was born.

And you lock your door,
Like I've been here before.
I feel like I've seen a ghost.

She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
Oh, that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know your type.

She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
I don't care I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once it never caught on,
I was the only one who got burned.
I was the only one who got burned.

Suddenly between sheets and eyelids, I am reminded why I don't do this.
I fall in love far too quickly,
I never want her to forget me.
When you're gone,
Will you call?
Will you write?

She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
Oh, that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know your type.

She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
Oh, that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it's wrong, but I know your type.

She says she's leavin on a Sunday,
I don't care I need to know where to turn.
I tried it once it never caught on,
I was the only one who got burned.
I was the only one who got burned.
I was the only one who got burned.
I was the only one who got burned.

Ecstasy of Gold

Um dos meus filmes preferidos de todos os tempos é Três Homens em Conflito, de Sergio Leone. Tem uma trilha sonora impecável composta pelo Ennio Morricone. A cena abaixo é a que contém a música Ecstasy of Gold, e me causa arrepios sempre que vejo, antológica.



E neste próximo vídeo, alguém adaptou a música orquestrada para apenas um violão, e ficou bem legal:

Another Morning Stoner

Esta música do ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead (pra facilitar, Trail of Dead) é praticamente um épico, daqueles cheio de energia que só o rock n' roll pode nos proporcionar (e perfeito pra uma sexta-feira).



Are you asleep, are you in a dream?
The copper shades of a morning
Distant lights beckon and fade
Unwritten songs of another day

I fear that you would never be
Every song in the world for me
I took your hand, led you astray
You cursed the worlds I longed to save

Is heaven to you a perfect place?
The look of sorrow on a sufferer's face
A field of lives to sow and to reap
That some of us will never see?

Why is it I don't feel the same?
Are my longings to be blamed
For not seeing heaven like you would see
Why is a song the world for me?

What is forgiveness?
It's just a dream
What is forgiveness?
It's everything

Our Own Pretty Ways

As meninas do First Aid Kit estão de volta ao blog (primeira aparição aqui). Essas irmãs suecas são incríveis, com pouco idade (19 e 16) já demonstram grande sensibilidade para a música, fazendo um folk com belas melodias que tem tudo para amadurecer mais e mais. O primeiro álbum sai em setembro deste ano, eu o aguardo com ansiedade.



Let's not spill the truth
It's easier being alone
You're a shadow of the old
And I want something new

You've quit dreaming again
I can see it now clear
But I'll wake up every morning
With the big black and the blue

Let's take this for what it is
You tell me you have changed
Well we all change in our own ways
In our own pretty ways

It all comes down to this
I'm an ocean, you're the rain
The ice is melting fast
But you're not pulling down the brakes

You'll start drinking again
I can see it now clear
How you'll wake up every morning
With a new bird in your cage

Even the most peaceful town
Once was a battleground
Well we all change in our own ways
In our own pretty ways

Even in our police state
Someone dares to demonstrate
Well we all fight in our own ways
But nothing ever change

Needle in the Hay

O brilhante Elliott Smith, que se foi cedo demais aos 34 anos de idade, numa morte misteriosa (ele foi encontrado com duas facadas no peito em 2003, até hoje não se sabe se foi suicídio ou assassinato). Folk de primeira.



Your hand on his arm
Haystack charm around your neck
Strung out and thin
Calling some friend, trying to cash some check
He's acting dumb
That's what you've come to expect
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
He's wearing your clothes
head down to toes, a reaction to you
You say you know what he did
But you idiot kid, you don't have a clue
Sometimes they just get caught in the eye, you're pulling him through
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Now on the bus
Nearly touching this dirty retreat
Falling out 6th and powell, a dead sweat in my teeth
Gonna walk walk walk
Four more blocks, plus the one in my brain
Down downstairs to the man, he's gonna make it all okay
I can't beat myself
I can't beat myself
And I don't want to talk
I'm taking the cure
So I can be quiet wherever I want
So leave me alone
You ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay