The New Year

Dias de ausência no blog: viagem de Natal, recesso no estudos, preguiça generalizada, e agora viajar pra passar o ano novo em Pipa. Então, essa é a útlima atualização do ano. Na primeira semana de janeiro acaba minha folga, o que significa que o blog volta a ser atualizado diariamente.
Feliz ano novo para todos que visitam o blog (são poucos eu sei, mas o suficiente para me manter sempre em dia com esse espaço), que o próximo ano seja um ano em que possamos nos aprimorar sempre mais como seres humanos, que as artes sempre possam nos proporcionar os verdadeiros sentimentos, a verdadeira beleza das coisas, a verdadeira essência de nós mesmos, que novas músicas sejam criadas para arrebatar nossos ouvidos e corações, e que possamos descobrir novas belezes em músicas do passado. A boa música nunca vai morrer, amém.
E por falar em música, não posso esquecer o motivo do blog, e nada mais apropriado do que fechar o ano com a música The New Year, da banda Death Cab for Cutie. Até ano que vem, que já começa com show de Jorge Ben na praia, no dia 2. Estarei lá.



So this is the new year.
And i don't feel any different.
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance (in the distance).

So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For selfl assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions

So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogues bleed into one

I wish the world was flat like the old days
Then i could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
There'd be no distance that can hold us back.

There'd be no distance that could hold us back [x2]

So this is the new year [x4]

Tiny Vessels

Mais uma música espetacular do álbum Transatlanticism do Death Cab for Cutie. O vídeo é de uma filmagem de 1969 de algum aluno de cinema, de acordo com as informações no youtube.



This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don't.
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.

I spent two weeks in Silverlake
The California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks
And she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
Yeah she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.

Wanted to believe in all the words that i was speaking
As we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that i was telling
And all the playful misspellings
And every bite i gave you left a mark

Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn't want to fade
But they did and so did i that day

All i see are dark grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you ask "was something wrong?"
That i think "you're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
No, we can't talk about it now."

So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me [x2]

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Música do álbum Plans do Death Cab For Cutie, uma balada acústica belíssima sobre a morte de pessoas queridas. Pena que o vídeoclipe dos coelhinhos foi retirado por pedido da gravadora. Azar o dela, poucos conseguem ver o clipe na tv (MTV e afins só passa porcaria mesmo), pura idiotice dos fósseis que comandam as gravadoras. Enfim, mais uma do Death Cab, porque quando se começa a ouvir essa fantástica banda, não se consegue mais parar.

Like Brothers On a Hotel Bed

Adoro vídeos como esse de uma banda tocando no estúdio de gravação. O Death Cab for Cutie toca Like Brothers on a Hotel Bed do maravilhoso álbum Plans, o sucessor do Transatlanticism.



You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I'm not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident

On the back of a motor bike
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.
And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men
Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed

Transatlanticism

O álbum Transatlanticism do Death Cab for Cutie é uma sequência absolutamente brilhante de pérolas pop, um cd coeso, pra se ouvir do início ao fim, e se tiver com tempo, ouvir novamente. A música título é um épico sentimental, intensa, pra fechar os olhos e ouvir.



The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how
The clouds above opened up and let it out

I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean
Making islands where no island should go
Oh no

Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing floodlands to your door
Have been silenced forever more
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no

I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer

So come on, come on
So come on, come on
So come on, come on
So come on, come on