* Ratatat
En el post anterior he posat una cançó de Shout Out Louds versionada pel grup Ratatat. Ara en poso una original de Ratatat:
Seventeen Years
En el post anterior he posat una cançó de Shout Out Louds versionada pel grup Ratatat. Ara en poso una original de Ratatat:
Seventeen Years
Que bons que són aquesta gent.
Please please please
The Comeback
I una versió d’aquesta cançó del grup Ratatat:
No paraules.
It Was Bliss
"We can struggle in the web
We can struggle
With white spider stars coming down
And night blowing black from the ground?"
Magnetized
Slain
By your zirconium smile
I was slain
By your olivine eyes
Slain
I was lying in piles
Hoping shovels would cast me
Furnaces burn everlasting
Black tattoos of you onto me
Furnaces burn everlasting
Black tattoos
Burn
Brand my memory
Black
A tattoo of you
Wash
Me with your mouth
Brackish bright water from your eyes
I’ll homing pigeon fly
To hover by your window white and shy
Homing pigeon fly
To hover by
Spill
My ashes to the wind
Ghosts
Can gather what they’ve found
Now
We can struggle in the web
We can struggle
With white spider stars coming down
And night blowing black from the ground?
Quina punyetera gran cançó!
Aquesta cançó la va fer el baixista Jason Matthew Thirsk, co-fundador de la banda que als 28 anys es va suïcidar. La cançó està dedicada a ell, bé, jo diria que no només a ell, també a la vida:
"To our friend,
Present past and beyond
Even though you weren’t with us too long
your Life is the most precious thing you can lose
While you were here the fun was never ending
Laugh a minute only the beginning
Jason Matthew Thirsk, this one’s for you"
"Al nostre amic,
Present, passat i més enllà
Tot i que no va estar amb nosaltres molt de temps
La teva Vida és la cosa més preciosa que pots perdre
Mentre vas estar aquí la diversió mai s’acabava
Riure un minut només era el començament
Jason Matthew Thirsk, això és per a tu"
Bro Hymn
To our friend,
Present past and beyond
Even though you weren’t with us too long
your Life is the most precious thing you can lose
While you were here the fun was never ending
Laugh a minute only the beginning
Jason Matthew Thirsk, this one’s for you
Wooooaoooah Woooah Woooah Wooah[repeat 3]
Ever get the feeling you can’t go on
Just remember whose side it is that you’re on
You’ve got friends with you till the end
If you’re ever in a tough situation
we’ll be there with no hesitation
Brotherhood’s our rule we cannot bend
Wooooaoooah Woooah Woooah Wooah[repeat 3]
When you’re feeling too close to the bottom
You know who it is you can count on
Someone will pick you up again
we can conquer anything together
All of us are bonded forever
if you die i die that’s the way it is
Wooooaoooah Woooah Woooah Wooah[repeat 3]
To all my friends,
Present past and beyond
to all those who weren’t with us too long
Life is the most precious thing that you can lose
While you were here the fun was never ending
Laugh a minute was only the beginning
Jason my brother this one’s for you.
Men’s Needs
Mirror Kissers
"Mr. England Sowing the Seeds of Love
Time to eat all your words
Swallow your pride
Open your eyes"
"Sowing the seeds
An end to need
And the politics of greed
With love"
Sowing The Seeds of Love
High time we made a stand and shook up the views of the common man
And the love train rides from coast to coast
D.J.’s the man we love the most
Could you be – could you be squeaky clean
And smash any hope of democracy
As the headline says you’re free to choose
There’s egg on your face and mud on your shoes
One of these days they’re gonna call it the blues
And anything is possible when you’re Sowing the Seeds of Love
Anything is possible – Sowing the Seeds of Love
I spy tears in their eyes
They look to the skies for some kind of divine intervention
Food goes to waste
So nice to eat – so nice to taste
Politician grannie with your high ideals
Have you know idea how the Majority feels
So without love and a promised land
We’re fools to the rules of a government plan
Kick out the Style – bring back the Jam
Anything…
Sowing the Seeds
The birds and the bees
My girlfriend and me in Love
Feel the pain
Talk about it
If you’re a worried man
Then shout about it
Open hearts -feel about it
Open minds -think about it
Everyone -read about it
Everyone -scream about it
Everyone
Everyone – read about it
Read about it
Read it in the books – in the crannies and the nooks there are books to read
Mr. England Sowing the Seeds of Love
Time to eat all your words
Swallow your pride
Open your eyes
High time we made a stand and shook up the views of the common man
And the love train rides from coast to coast
Every minute of every hour
I Love a Sunflower
And I believe in lovepower, lovepower, lovepower
Sowing the seeds
An end to need
And the politics of greed
With love
Yeaaahhhh!!!
Queen Bitch
I’m up on the eleventh floor
And I’m watching the cruisers below
He’s down on the street
And he’s trying hard
to pull sister Flo
My heart’s in the basement
My weekend’s at an all time low
‘Cause she’s hoping to score
So I can’t see her
letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind
She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
She’s an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she’s known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it
Then she can do it,
she don’t make false claims
But she’s a Queen,
and such are queens
That your laughter
is sucked in their brains
Now she’s leading him on
And she’ll lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn’t I say,
why didn’t I say, no, no, no
She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
So I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It don’t feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
But he’s down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
And I’m phoning a cab
‘Cause my stomach feels small
There’s a taste in my mouth
And it’s no taste at all
It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn’t I say,
Why didn’t I say, no, no, no
She’s so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
Els teloners de Bloc Party.
Living Is A Problem Because Everything Dies
Des de Brasil, amb amor:
"Music is my boyfriend
Music is my girlfriend
Music is my dead end
Music is my imaginary friend
Music is my brother
Music is my great-grand-daughter
Music is my sister
Music is my favorite mistress"
Music Is My Hot Sex
From all the drugs the one i like more is music
From all the junks the one i need more is music
From all the boys the one i take home is music
From all the ladies the one i kiss is music (muah!)
Music is my boyfriend
Music is my girlfriend
Music is my dead end
Music is my imaginary friend
Music is my brother
Music is my great-grand-daughter
Music is my sister
Music is my favorite mistress
From all the shit the one i gotta buy is music
From all the jobs the one i choose is music
From all the drinks the one i get drunk is music
From all the bitches the one i wannabe is music
Music is my beach house
Music is my hometown
Music is my kingsize bed
Music is my hot hot bath
Music is my hot hot sex
Music is my back rub
Music is where i’d like you to touch
Claro-que-sim
Fui escoteira-mirim
Direto da escola, não
Não ia cheirar cola
Nem basquete, pebolim
O que eu gosto não é de graça
O que gosto não é farsa
Tem guitarra, bateria, computador saindo som
Alguns dizem que mais alto que um furacão (rhéum)
Perto dele eu podia sentir
Saía de seu olho e chegava em mim
Sentada do seu lado
Eu queria encostar
Faria o tigela até o sol raiar
Debaixo do lençol
Ele gemia em ré bemol
Fiquei tensa
Mas tava tudo bem
Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também
Off the Hook
Away from the eye of the storm
Away I find what is really …
Reflect The Storm
Jo vull ser un conillet verd i juganer que menja pastanagues grogues i que està enamorat d’una conilleta taronja i juganera que menja pastanagues blaves. Per què no ho puc ser? … M’ho vaig a imaginar………..
"Son fear is the heart of love"
I Will Follow You into the Dark
Love of mine some day you will die
But I’ll be close behind
I’ll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It’s nothing to cry about
Cause we’ll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
Nine
Counting to Twelve
Algú ha dit violència?
My Demise