A bela e hipnótica música Hold Time de M.Ward foi lançada com o álbum de mesmo nome em 2009. O vídeo é dirigido pelo próprio M.Ward.
You were beyond comprehension tonight
But I understood, I understood
If only I could hold time
Hold time, hold time
Words have failed me tonight, failed me tonight
But you knew what I meant, you knew what I meant
Yeah, you heard what I said the whole time
The whole time, the whole time
And I wrote this song about it
'Cause I didn't care about anyone in this photograph
Yeah, I wrote this song just to remember the endless
Endless summer in your life, endless summer in your life
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terça-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2010
quinta-feira, 25 de junho de 2009
Fuel for Fire
Mais uma bela música do M. Ward, esta é do álbum Transistor Radio de 2005.
My heart is always on the line
I’ve traveled all kinds of places
The song is always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire
Got 45s to play at night
Got books to spend with every weekend
The story’s always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire
Fuel for fire, a bitter ending
to a sweet, sweet day
Fuel for fire, the sour note inside
the orchestra wail
Fuel for fire, uncomfortable pauses
between famous last words
Fuel for fire, missing persons
in a small, small world
I dug beneath the wall of sound
I ended up back where I started
The song is always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire
And so my heart is always on the line
I’ve traveled all kinds of places
The story’s always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire
My heart is always on the line
I’ve traveled all kinds of places
The song is always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire
Got 45s to play at night
Got books to spend with every weekend
The story’s always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire
Fuel for fire, a bitter ending
to a sweet, sweet day
Fuel for fire, the sour note inside
the orchestra wail
Fuel for fire, uncomfortable pauses
between famous last words
Fuel for fire, missing persons
in a small, small world
I dug beneath the wall of sound
I ended up back where I started
The song is always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire
And so my heart is always on the line
I’ve traveled all kinds of places
The story’s always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire
quarta-feira, 24 de junho de 2009
Chinese Translation
Quase não postava hoje, feriado é dia de ressaca, aí dá uma preguiça. Mas já que tô ouvindo muito M. Ward nesses dias, tem vídeo dele. A música do M. Ward faz tem raízes no tradicional folk/country estadunidense. Chinese Translation é do álbum Post War de 2006
I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met a old, old man
beneath a weeping willow tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three
And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he sang for me this song
See I once was a young fool like you
afraid to do the things
that I knew I had to do
So I played an escapade just like you
I played an escapade just like you
I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met an old, old man
he sat beneath a sapling tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three
And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he played for me this song
I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met a old, old man
beneath a weeping willow tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three
And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he sang for me this song
See I once was a young fool like you
afraid to do the things
that I knew I had to do
So I played an escapade just like you
I played an escapade just like you
I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met an old, old man
he sat beneath a sapling tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three
And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he played for me this song
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