My favourite audiobook. I think everyone should listen to this incredible 20-mins track with hauntingly beautiful music and poetic words. It's like a lullaby, a dream, a movie script, a transitional conscious state between reality and fiction that exists only in the soundscape of "I Trawl The Megahertz".
'Your daddy loves you,' I said 'Your daddy loves you very much, He doesn't want to live with us anymore.' I am telling myself the story of my life
Lord you gave me nothing, then you took it all away
Repeat after me: happiness is only a habit I'm listening to the face in the mirror but I don't think I believe what she's telling me
And these are the footsteps you follow The tracks of impossible love
They may help us make sense of who we are and where we came from And, as a compassionate side effect Teach us that nothing is ever lost
I just wanna post some songs with the lyrics I like. This weekend is going to be huge!
London, Minehead, Mr Mangum, Mr Merritt, awesome music, here I come~
四月底要去音樂祭看狄倫伯跟 Elvis Costello ，還有 Grace Jones 也在名單上，可是關於瓊絲小姐，我知道他怪異的打扮，音樂上完全沒概念。然後最近比較認真的聽起 Elvis Costello 的專輯，發現，天阿，他的歌詞水準之高呀！難怪一堆人誇他是繼迪倫伯後的最棒的 singer/songwriter。最近常聽這兩位的歌，他們寫的歌詞真的現在的後輩只能望塵莫及 (我個人定義中的好歌詞是有想像空間的，能夠連繫到個人的；直接表達的歌詞扼殺了語言的美麗和奧妙，現在大多歌都是這樣。)。不過歌詞雖然寫的好，但是他們的音樂可一點都不好上手。一方面他們兩位聲音的極為粗糙，在來他們有些歌的旋律實在是稱不上好聽。我要寫的這首 Man Out of Time (Imperial Bedroom 1982)，編曲也是挺奇怪的，不過還算是首好聽的歌，特別當我仔細去聽歌詞時。看到 "He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge / He stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege"，整個完全命中。"To murder my love is crime / But will you still love a man out of time"。這... 就是我的主題曲啊！
然後最近也看了他主持的音樂節目 Spectacle。非常棒的節目，以他在搖滾樂團打混四十多年的資深音樂人的身分去訪問其他音樂人，非常的有可看的價值。特別是我剛看完訪問 Bruce Springsteen的那集。有兩位經典樂手在台上尬歌，討論人生，討論創作，太讚了！雖然，每當 Elvis Costello 誇獎人的時候，聽起來都很像在拍馬屁....
When I saw this collaboration between The National and Sharon van Etten, I literally jumped out of my seat with such excitement. To see your favourite artists working together is just... awesome!
(this song is a very accurate account of my life at the moment. i want to show her the song, but i know it's no use. she won't understand or care about my life now. i've been listening to a lot of Blur lately, this wasn't one of my favourite songs. i put on random play mode, and it picked this song. sometimes, the song just jumps to you like that. i used to prefer Oasis, but now i know that Blur's songs are better. portraying this rubbish modern life, my unproductive mundane life.)
in the movie of our lives, would woody allen write the screenplay?
not his best era, but certainly not his worst either
but i wouldn't like to be like diane keaton in manhattan
so cerebral she runs away from any romance
and although you're neurotic and a little paranoid
it doesn't make me annie, it doesn't make you alvy
woody allen couldn't play you, woody allen couldn't play you
i know you'd want him to but, he couldn't play you
if the swedish director ingmar bergman was still with us
what a mastermind but surely he'd have trouble with us
see i wouldn't like to be like bibi andersson in wild strawberries
what a doll she is, but i'm really not that complex
and although we argue, and we have our problems
and sometimes it gets bad, it never gets bergman bad
max von sydow couldn't play you, max von sydow couldn't play you
i know you'd want him to but max von sydow couldn't play you
god, i love this song so much, and their album too. just got their vinyl record, with the lyrics sleeve. i'm a fan of both woody allen and ingmar bergman. and allo darlin' wrote a song about them! how we can't live like movies!? it's so lovely how they refer to these movies and praise them at the same time.
This is another great record by Arcade Fire. Three in a row now.
Once again, they write awesome lyrics to go along the great music.
Damn, I want to see them live so much... Their Unstaged was unreal.
So far, I recommend these songs off The Suburbs.
i think it was the first time i realized that i can change the world, or at least change the way you and my sister hit the clock on every tick just to see what happened. the time has really flown by i guess and it's hard to think of the way it might've been or remember very specifically the words and all the rest of it. i was down, more than i wanted to be probably. that is what we do with it all together, like the orange trees in the backyard and it's Easter and it just won't end. fucking Phil, he's off with his boys somewhere and i'm just sitting here getting more and more lost with everything. and that was the thing about it, it's not as if a cousin promised something and taken it away. it was like nobody could share my so-called dreams, which really meant none of it was happening. and that reach around midnight left her with just about that, nothing. there's not anything particular about it either and i think the whole thing gets vaguer every second, but i am too and there's nothing wrong with that. it's even funny when you stop to realize i'm just nineteen, and how serious can anything be anyway? not very.
- i think this song is just a perfection in every single way.
This is why I love The Lucksmiths. This little love song really captures how I feel at this moment. We went from perfect strangers to less than perfect friends. (Smirk)
(Donald)
I don’t know when it started
But it’s worse now than before
We could both be broken hearted
It’s so hard to be sure
But what are boyfriends for?
We went from perfect strangers
To less than perfect friends
But it’s the warmest night in ages
And I don’t have to pretend
It’s good seeing you again
And it’s more than a little pathetic
And I’m sure I’ll live to regret it
But I’m all for little athletics
You’re on your own
I’ll race you home
And maybe I’m just thoughtless
But I don’t think that’s fair
Of course we should be cautious
But I’m too tired to care
We’re less than halfway there
And it’s more than a little pathetic
And I’m sure I’ll live to regret it
But I’m all for little athletics, but you’re on your own
I’ll race you home
I don’t know when it started
But it’s worse now than before
We could well be broken hearted
But what are boyfriends for?
I know you’re none too sure
There’s a certain triumphant quality to the track.
Everything in this track just astounds me, and touches me.
Rather different to its beautiful original version by Big Star.
If last year's best cover song is "Sleep All Summer",
then this year has to be this song. SY can never do wrong...
On returning, I can't believe this world is still turning
The pressure's on, Because the pleasure hasn't gone
And I'm, Not sorry for, For the things I've done
And I'm, Not looking for, Just anyone
On competing, Oh, when will this tired heart stop beating?
It's all a game, Existence is only a game
And I'm, Not sorry for, For the things I've done
And I'm, Not looking for, Just anyone
I'm, Slipping below the water line, I'm, Slipping below the water line
Reach for my hand, And, And the race is won
Reject my hand, And, The damage is done
I'm, Slipping below the water line
I'm, Slipping below the water line
The woman of my dreams, She, She never came along
The woman of my dreams, Well, There never was one
And I'm, Not sorry for, For the things I've said
There's a wild man in my head, There's a wild man In my head
