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My Little Empire

Perquè tots tenim un petit imperi, allà on ningú el pot trobar, ben amagat. I d’ell en som els reis. Sempre serà vostre.

My little empire
Has risen and it’s set
My little empire
Is as good as it can get
My little empire
Is coming around
My little empire
It don’t make a sound

My royalty it does not exist
It is extinct for the eye to see
My ideology it is dead and gone
Almost forgotten for the eye to see

My little empire
I’m sick of being sick
My little empire
I’m tired of being tired
My little empire
I’m bored of being bored
My little empire
I’m happy being sad

All of my sins are attempts to fill the voids
All of my voids they are filled with sin
All of my demons they are kept within
And all my violence it does not exist

My little empire
I’m happy being sad
My little empire
I’m fucked with being fucked
My little empire
I’m done with being dumb
My little empire
I’m happy being sad
Happy being sad
Happy being sad
Happy being sad

Com ja vaig dir una vegada, el bloc no es fa responsable de les traduccions fetes pel responsable del bloc:

El meu petit imperi
s’ha aixecat i s’ha endurit
El meu petit imperi
És tan bo com jo el puc tenir
El meu petit imperi
Ve al meu voltant
El meu petit imperi
No produeix cap so

La meva reialesa no existeix
És extingit per l’ull per veure
La meva ideologia es morta i marxa
Gairebé oblidada per l’ull per veure-hi

El meu petit imperi
Estic malalt d’estar malalt
El meu petit imperi
Estic cansat d’estar cansat
El meu petit imperi
Estic avorrit d’estar avorrit
El meu petit imperi
Sóc feliç estant trist

Tots els meus pecats intenten omplir els buits
Tots els meus buits s’omplen amb el pecat
Tots els meus dimonis es mantenen a dintre
I tota la meva violència no existeix

El meu petit imperi
Sóc feliç estant trist
El meu petit imperi
Em foto estant fotut
El meu petit imperi
Faig estant mut
El meu petit imperi
Sóc feliç estant trist
Feliç estant trist
Feliç estant trist
Feliç estant trist

Lori Meyers

El tros que m’agrada més és quan canta ella. I diu coses com:

"No sóc la Ventafocs i no espero cap príncep que em salvi."

La Lori Meyers vivia al pis de dalt.
Els nostres pares eren vells amics.
Cada tarda jugàvem a jocs prohibits.
Als nou anys no hi ha prohibicions.

No la vaig reconèixer per la cara,
sinó per una taca de naixement.
Vaig comprar revistes i més cintes:
La prova del delicte. La volia salvar.

"Qui ets tu per dir-me com he de viure?
No venc el meu cos,
només el meu temps.
No sóc la Ventafocs
i no espero cap príncep…
que em salvi. Estic molt bé.

Sé el que és sentir-se degradada.
A la planta d’una fàbrica.
On treballava abans.
Ara tinc el control i no he d’obeir ningú.
Gasto els 50.000 dòlars que guanyo cada any com vull.
On és el problema?"

Paper Hanger

And not one motion her gesture could I forget,
The prettiest bag lady I ever met…
Pushing her cart in the rain, then gathering plastic and glass
She watched the day pass,
Not hour by hour… but pain by pain.
I was a basket filled with holes, and she was the sand I tried to hold
That ran out behind me as I swung with some invisible hand.

I stopped believing, you start to move
(She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine)
I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
(And you can pour us out and we won’t mind)

I was dead then alive,
She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine;
You can pour us out, we won’t mind,
As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "My life is no longer mine."

And if you’re still looking for a blanket, sweetie,
I’m sorry, I’m no sort of fabric;
But if you need a tailor… then take your torn shirt, stumble up my stairs,
And mumble your pitiful prayers and in your tangled, knotted sleep,
Our midnight needles go to work until all comfort and fear flows in one river
Down in the shop by the mirror where you see yourself whole… and it makes you shiver.

I stopped believing, you start to move
(She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine)
I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
(And you can pour us out and we won’t mind)

I was dead then alive,
She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine;
You can pour us out, we won’t mind,
As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "Our lives our not our own."

Even the wind lay still,
Our essence was fire and cold and movement, movement…
Oh, if they ask you for the sign of the father in you,
Tell them it’s movement, movement, movement of… hope.

Wolf Like Me

Say say my playmate
wont you lay hands on me
mirror my lady
transfer my tragedy

Got a curse i cannot lift
shines when the sunset shifts
when the moon is round and full
gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish

My mind’s aflame

We could jet in a stolen car
but i bet we wouldnt get too far
before the transformation takes
and bloodlust tanks and
crave gets slaked

My mind has changed
my bodys frame but god i like it
my hearts aflame
my bodys strained but god i like it

My mind has changed
my bodys frame but god i like it
my hearts aflame
my bodys strained but god i like it

Charge me your day rate
ill turn you out in kind
when the moon is round and full
gonna teach you tricks that’ll blow your mind
mongrel mind
baby doll i recognize
you’re a hideous thing inside
if ever there were a lucky kind it’s
you you you you

I know its strange another way to get to know you
you’ll never know unless we go so let me show you
i know its strange another way to get to know you
we’ve got till noon here comes the moon
so let it show you
show you now

Dream me oh dreamer
down to the floor
open my hands and let them
weave onto yours

Feel me, completer
down to my core
open my heart and let it
bleed onto yours

Feeding on fever
down all fours
show you what all that
howl is for

Hey hey my playmate
let me lay waste to thee
burned down their hanging trees
it’s hot here hot here hot here hot here

Got a curse we cannot lift
shines when the sunshine shifts
there’s a curse comes with a kiss
the bite that binds the gift that gives

now that we got gone for good
writhing under your riding hood
tell your gra’ma and your mama too
it’s true
we’re howling forever

Rainbow eyes

Si hagués de definir la dolçor amb música, és molt possible que simplement posés aquesta cançó i callés.

"She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I’ve lost my way
She had rainbow eyes"

"Però he perdut el meu camí que tenia ulls d’Arc de Sant Martí".

Quins records…

She’s been gone since yesterday
Oh I didn’t care
Never cared for yesterdays
Fancies in the air

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I’ve lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Love should be a simple blend
A whispering on the shore
No clever words you cant defend
They lead to never more

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I’ve lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Summer nights are colder now
They’ve taken down the fair
And all the lights have died somehow
Or were they ever there

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I’ve lost my way
She had rainbow eyes

Uuuuh, uuh

Kill the King

Aquesta cançó la vaig tocar milers de vegades quan començava amb la bateria, una bateria que llavors era la següent:

Caixa: el timbal que li havien regalat a mun germà quan era petit.
Baquetes: les baquetes del timbal que li havien regalat a mun germà quan era petit.
Plat (Ride): el casc de la moto.
Bombo: una grapadora.

I ja està (bé, el volum al màxim, això sí), amb això en tenia prou per flipar com un boig durant hores.

Danger, danger the Queen’s about to kill
There’s a stranger, stranger and life about to spill
Oh no, move me out of harm
I need a spell and a charm
Fly like the wind
I’m no pawn, so be gone, speed on and on
Kill the King
Tear him down
Kill the King
Strike him down

Power, power it happens every day
Power, devour all along the way
Oh no, move me out of harm
I need a spell and a charm
Fly like the wind
I’m no pawn, so be gone, speed on and on
Kill the King

Treason, treason, the specter looms again
Treason, treason, the realm is safe and then
Oh no, move me out of harm
I need a spell and a charm
Fly like the rainbow
I’m no pawn, so be gone, speed on and on

Kill the King
Tear him down
Kill the King
Got to take his crown

Kill the King
He’ll rule no more
Strike him dead

He’ll rule no more
Strike him dead
The people roar
Kill the King
Take his head
Down, down, down, down
Oh, kill
Oh, kill
Oh, oh

Breaker

Què hi ha gana?

The river

I come from down in the valley where mister when youre young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen
Wed ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green

Wed go down to the river
And into the river wed dive
Oh down to the river wed ride

Then I got mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteen birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle
No flowers no wedding dress
That night we went down to the river
And into the river wed dive
On down to the river we did ride

I got a job working construction for the johnstown company
But lately there aint been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I dont remember, mary acts like she dont care
But I remember us riding in my brothers car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks Id lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath shed take
Now those memories come back to haunt me, they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it dont come true
Or is it something worse that sends me
Down to the river though I know the river is dry
Down to the river, my baby and i
Oh down to the river we ride

Podeu escoltar algunes de les noves cançons de l’últim disc de 65daysofstatic (que sortirà a la venda a finals del mes que ve) des del podcast d’aquesta ràdio de Texas que emet els directes dels grups que conviden a tocar als seus estudis.

Hi ha directes de molts més grups. Poseu aquest enllaç al vostre iTunes, Winamp, Soundbird o qualsevol reproductor similar:

http://woxy.lala.com/podcast_loungeacts.xml

Four Kicks

Una recomanació de la T, que mentre construeix la casa que vol també
va escoltant música. Buff! Boníssims! Gràcies T.

Sabotage

A rapejar. Yeah.

Lou Reed – Just a perfect day

"Cridem una ambulància o un taxi?"

Not Unlike The Waves

Benvinguts a la foscor.

Una pàgina que està molt bé, vídeos de qualitat de directes de diferents bandes. Molt recomanable:

www.fabchannel.com

Leave Me Here

"If we surrender our liberty in the name of security we shall
have neither".


[Benjamin Franklin]