I am the last person you can call don't even know how we've met somehow all begin must lead us into an end I'll finish this shit this month, day ten if someday we get to meet again in a car crash, plane wreck, terrorist attack or maybe next thursday nite don'tbother sayinghi I'll be rude only with you
I'm gonna tell you what i'll do I'll break your face in two I'll break your legs, break you arms, break yourself in two I'll break you in ten if i have to creation is something you don't give much attention I'll be rude
...por estar a ouvir a minha vizinha do primeiro andar a lavar o seu querido pátio, nada de anormal não fosse ela estar a gastar uma quantidade de água que daria para matar a sede a 5 aldeias africanas durante 3 meses e ainda regar 3 hectares de plantações durante um mês
tudo isto porque pegar numa esfregona é fodido e a mangueira cheia de pressão é tão mais cool
The silence we've found always prouder than the voice you lost. Clawing through words dropped from lips content with a last breath like a heretic. Finding a dream of salvation; a hint of reality too involved for imagination. This will be a tribute to the years we've spent building so much nothing, a homage to our hands lost to empty sounds. The loudest days hiding hopeless eyes; looking for a lifeline but only breaking ties. We are so many lifetimes away from the one we want to be. Take your place and play the part. Wear your make-up like a weapon.
Se gostam desta música não oiçam o resto do álbum, é um daqueles casos ignorance is bliss.
My drinking is killing me My smoking is killing me My diet's killing me My heels are killing me My shopping's killing me My ego is killing me Can't sleep, it's killing me My email is killing me These hours are killing me The TV is killing me Your nagging is killing me My boyfriend is killing me My talking's killing me Killing me My dreams are killing me
Let go, you're killing me Ease up, you're killing me Calm down, you're killing me My god, you're killing me K-k-killing me My head is killing me My mind is killing me Don't fucking tell me what to do!
What did you want to see
What did you want
To be when you grew up
(repeat)
Aaaaah aah
To go away and not look back
And think of what the others say
To go ahead and change your life
Without regard to what they said
And everyone must do the same
You find yourself must again
The better things you left behind
But looking back you may go blind
instrumental break
What did you want to see
What did you want
to be when you grew up
(repeat)
To go away and not look back
And think of what the others say
To go ahead and change your life
Without regard to what they said
And everyone must do the same
You find yourself must again
The better things you left behind
But looking back you may go blind
What did you want to see
What did you want
to be when you grew up
(repeat)
Chamaria a isto uma banda lo-fi, ou, basicamente direccionada para um rock exprimental com reminiscências psicadélicas. Bem, não deve ser nada disto. Oiçam vocês o disco "Barn Nova", um dos melhores de 2009.
Não é uma empresa do sector imobiliário, é mesmo um quarteto de New Jersey, que agora se mudou para Brooklyn, N.Y.. Praticantes de um pop de guitarras reverberantes e pacíficas, tendem para passagens de acorde menor, daquelas de fazer cócegas no estômago. Dia 19 estão na Galeria ZdB em Lisboa, e nos dias anteriores em Coimbra e no Porto. Uma pequena tour por Portugal, portanto.
A vida de Daniel Johnston nem sempre foi fácil. No entanto, escreveu e felizmente continua a escrever canções de coração nas mãos, o que só pode ser bom. Canções das quais os indies fazem vénia. Exemplo disso surge em "The Late Great Daniel Johnston", que inclui um leque invejável de bandas do espectro de que aqui falamos. Death Cab For Cutie, The Flaming Lips, Teenage Fanclub, Beck e até Tom Waits, prestam homenagem a este grande senhor. Aproveito para sugerir o filme documentário "The Devil and Daniel Johnston". Façam o que quiserem, comprem, roubem ou peçam emprestado, é obrigatório.