New Crooked Fingers song, Phony Revolutions, off of Forfeit / Fortune
jueves, 30 de julio de 2009
crooked fingers - Phony Revolutions
Eric Bachmann - Lonesome Warrior
Sin dudar, diría que este "lonesome warrior" es el mejor tema del último disco en solitario "to The Races" the eric bachmann antigua cabeza visible de de crooked fingers y anteriormente de archers of a loaf
Crooked fingers - Luisa's Bones
crooked fingers - luisa´s bones
We came,
by the rising of the river,
on a river with no name,
in the summer monsoon rain,
to wash away luisa's bones,
from the ghost who guards her grave.
She lays by the ride of firin anvils,
in a house with cast iron gates,
and underneath under red candles weights,
for her killers to come home and,
for a fine revenge to pay.
She goes for a ride,
on these hills they are blind,
copper steel iron ore,
fifty years maybe more,
searching in the mine,
one half century of lies,
you can see on the horizon she is soon going home,
you take the road I'll take the river,
you bring the fire I'll bring the jewels,
and in the evening underneath the roaring sky,
we will meet and wait and pray for the monsoon,
and we will wait,
till the rising of the river,
when the summer monsoon rain,
comes to wash the old remains,
past the beach into the ocean,
for to carry us away,
setting free Luisa's bones from,
from the ghost who guards her grave
miércoles, 29 de julio de 2009
Bright eyes - Lua
Bright eyes - Lua
know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor's West side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they'll be gone
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit
And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist
You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you'll be right back
Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag
I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane
And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is
It was so simple in the moonlight now it's so complicated
It was so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight...
Bright Eyes-Easy/Lucky/Free
la verdad es que BRIGHT EYES me facina....
me encanta la música, las letras, la actitud, la voz, el mesaje...
The Killers- Four Winds (Bright Eyes Cover)
El que siga de algún modo este blog, conocerá de mi afición a las versiones....
Enb este caso se trata THE KILLERS versionando el tema FOUR WINDS de THE BRIGHT EYES,
Y es que si retomo el blog sin una versión es como si me traicionara a mi mismo.
the bright eyes - four winds
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where
The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four Winds blowing through her hair
But when Great Satan's gone... the Whore of Babylon...
She just can't sustain the pressure will displace
She caves
The Bible's blind. The Torah's deaf. The Qu'ran is mute.
If you burned them all together youd get close to the truth
Still theyre pouring over sanskrit under Ivy League moons
While shadows lengthen the sun
Cast on a school and meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four Winds cry until it comes
It's the Sum of Man slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks. It breaks. It breaks.
Well I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive"
And now its off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused East
I buried my ballast. I made my peace.
Heard Four Winds leveling the pines
But when Great Satan's gone, the Whore of Babylon
She just can't remain with all that outer space
She breaks. She breaks. She caves. She caves.
Bright Eyes - "Four Winds" Saddle Creek Records
He tardado mucho en retomar mi actrividad bloguera, porque he estado muy centardo en mi rehabitación.
Y no he encontrado un video mejor que este para este retorno.
Se trata de BRIGHT EYES y el tema se llama FOUR WINDS
the bright eyes - four winds
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where
The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four Winds blowing through her hair
But when Great Satan's gone... the Whore of Babylon...
She just can't sustain the pressure will displace
She caves
The Bible's blind. The Torah's deaf. The Qu'ran is mute.
If you burned them all together youd get close to the truth
Still theyre pouring over sanskrit under Ivy League moons
While shadows lengthen the sun
Cast on a school and meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four Winds cry until it comes
It's the Sum of Man slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks. It breaks. It breaks.
Well I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive"
And now its off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused East
I buried my ballast. I made my peace.
Heard Four Winds leveling the pines
But when Great Satan's gone, the Whore of Babylon
She just can't remain with all that outer space
She breaks. She breaks. She caves. She caves.
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