A banda canadense Destroyer, que tem grandes influências, entre outras, em David Bowie, já lançou 10 álbuns desde 1996. A música de hoje é do disco Your Blues de 2004.
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sexta-feira, 12 de março de 2010
quarta-feira, 6 de janeiro de 2010
Bay of Pigs
Essa música do Destroyer é uma das melhores de 2009, pelo menos das que eu ouvi.
Soon.
Soon.
Listen, I've been drinking
as our house lies in ruin.
I don't know what I'm doing
alone in the dark
at the park or at the pier,
watching ships disappear in the rain.
The world's just bones.
The world is black stones dressed up in the rain
with no place to go but home-
just like Nance.
On a night like this, why, she's pro-stars, pro-sky.
All lit up and sick of fighting
beneath the diseased lighting of the discotheque at night.
It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
It's got that swing.
I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
Magnolia's a girl. Her heart's made of wood.
As apocalypses go, that's pretty good.
Sha-la-la, wouldn't you say?
Please remove your spurs.
Come to think of it, remove your antlers.
Haven't seen you for ages.
I still fly into rages at the mention of your name,
Christine White.
I think about you often, off in the desert,
laughing your head off in the Forest of the Night.
Say a prayer for the light.
So now I live well. I live in the mine.
I'm still slinging mud at the towers all the time.
I took a walk
and threw up in an English Garden.
I was born in the North, but my father's from the South.
Love is a political beast with jaws for a mouth. I don't care!
You're upset- and have every right to be.
Regretfully, you decline.
Every night was a waste of time.
Every night. Every night. Every night.
You were on the side of good.
I was inside of the sea's guts,
a crumbling beauty trapped in a river of ice.
A crumbling beauty trapped in Paradise,
oh yes, it was Paradise!
The tide comes in and the tide goes out again.
I suppose this is the kind of thing we see every day.
The tide comes in. The tide goes away.
Oh, the tide comes in. Yeah, the tide. Yes, the tide.
A ransom note written on the night sky above
reminds me what-in-particular about this wine I love.
Like a punctured beast, better-off dead,
compliments going to my head:
La-da-da, la-da-da!
And speaking of my mind (the Sunflower),
and speaking of a world turning sour on you,
I was twenty years old in 1992.
I was bathed in golden sunlight, alright?
I was ripped on dope. You were a ray of sunshine.
I was a hopeless romantic. You were swine.
You've got to spend money to make money.
You've got to stop calling me "honey".
Oh world! You fucking explosion that turns us around!
The searchlight slumps over, so sick of the night,
and the kids on the boats, busted in the shipyard
going down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
You traveled light (all night, every night),
to arrive at the conclusion
of the world's inutterable secret,
and you shut your mouth.
I've seen it all. I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
Free and easy. Gentle. Gentle.
The wind through the trees makes you mental for me.
Nancy, in a state of crisis, on a cloud.
Soon. Soon.
Soon.
Soon.
Listen, I've been drinking
as our house lies in ruin.
I don't know what I'm doing
alone in the dark
at the park or at the pier,
watching ships disappear in the rain.
The world's just bones.
The world is black stones dressed up in the rain
with no place to go but home-
just like Nance.
On a night like this, why, she's pro-stars, pro-sky.
All lit up and sick of fighting
beneath the diseased lighting of the discotheque at night.
It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
It don't mean a thing. It never means a thing.
It's got that swing.
I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
Magnolia's a girl. Her heart's made of wood.
As apocalypses go, that's pretty good.
Sha-la-la, wouldn't you say?
Please remove your spurs.
Come to think of it, remove your antlers.
Haven't seen you for ages.
I still fly into rages at the mention of your name,
Christine White.
I think about you often, off in the desert,
laughing your head off in the Forest of the Night.
Say a prayer for the light.
So now I live well. I live in the mine.
I'm still slinging mud at the towers all the time.
I took a walk
and threw up in an English Garden.
I was born in the North, but my father's from the South.
Love is a political beast with jaws for a mouth. I don't care!
You're upset- and have every right to be.
Regretfully, you decline.
Every night was a waste of time.
Every night. Every night. Every night.
You were on the side of good.
I was inside of the sea's guts,
a crumbling beauty trapped in a river of ice.
A crumbling beauty trapped in Paradise,
oh yes, it was Paradise!
The tide comes in and the tide goes out again.
I suppose this is the kind of thing we see every day.
The tide comes in. The tide goes away.
Oh, the tide comes in. Yeah, the tide. Yes, the tide.
A ransom note written on the night sky above
reminds me what-in-particular about this wine I love.
Like a punctured beast, better-off dead,
compliments going to my head:
La-da-da, la-da-da!
And speaking of my mind (the Sunflower),
and speaking of a world turning sour on you,
I was twenty years old in 1992.
I was bathed in golden sunlight, alright?
I was ripped on dope. You were a ray of sunshine.
I was a hopeless romantic. You were swine.
You've got to spend money to make money.
You've got to stop calling me "honey".
Oh world! You fucking explosion that turns us around!
The searchlight slumps over, so sick of the night,
and the kids on the boats, busted in the shipyard
going down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
You traveled light (all night, every night),
to arrive at the conclusion
of the world's inutterable secret,
and you shut your mouth.
I've seen it all. I've seen it all. I've seen it all.
Free and easy. Gentle. Gentle.
The wind through the trees makes you mental for me.
Nancy, in a state of crisis, on a cloud.
Soon. Soon.
segunda-feira, 16 de novembro de 2009
Blue Flower/Blue Flame
Destroyer é uma banda canadense liderada pelo cantor Dan Bejar, que lançou o primeiro álbum em 1995, produzindo-o sozinho em casa. Depois outros membros se juntaram, e lançaram mais 7 álbuns. Blue Flower/Blue Flame abre o oitavo álbum, de 2008, Trouble in Dreams. O estilo de cantar de Dan Bejar lembra muito o de David Bowie.
Ok fine, even the sky looks like wine,
And everywhere I turn there,
a new face in time, stuck inside the well
fresh hands to attend to
Blue Flower, Blue Flame,
A woman by another name is not a woman
Don't know why, don't know when
a cathedral sick of the sky again, says to it;
"Please not now, will you just look at the time, it's standing still! Somewhere applause falls dead on the hillside"
Blue Flower Blue Flame,
a woman by another name is not a woman, Ill tell you what I mean by that, maybe not in seconds flat, maybe not today...
Blue Flower Blue Flame,
a woman by another name is not a woman, Ill tell you what I mean by that, maybe not in seconds flat, maybe never
a gray ashen sadness rises like the sun, oh well, It was time I decided to try this hotel, her world..
Tulip has an inner animal, shes' in it for a good time,
I was on the outs for awhile but now things are alright,
I gave you a flower because foxes travel light,
And a penny for your thoughts was,
never enough,
your head gets filled with that stuff. Your head gets filled with that stuff....
Ok fine, even the sky looks like wine,
And everywhere I turn there,
a new face in time, stuck inside the well
fresh hands to attend to
Blue Flower, Blue Flame,
A woman by another name is not a woman
Don't know why, don't know when
a cathedral sick of the sky again, says to it;
"Please not now, will you just look at the time, it's standing still! Somewhere applause falls dead on the hillside"
Blue Flower Blue Flame,
a woman by another name is not a woman, Ill tell you what I mean by that, maybe not in seconds flat, maybe not today...
Blue Flower Blue Flame,
a woman by another name is not a woman, Ill tell you what I mean by that, maybe not in seconds flat, maybe never
a gray ashen sadness rises like the sun, oh well, It was time I decided to try this hotel, her world..
Tulip has an inner animal, shes' in it for a good time,
I was on the outs for awhile but now things are alright,
I gave you a flower because foxes travel light,
And a penny for your thoughts was,
never enough,
your head gets filled with that stuff. Your head gets filled with that stuff....
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