Filed under: infatuation, music, songs | Tags: bat for lashes, siren song, two suns
Bat for lashes canta esto:
Are you my family? Can I stay with you a while? Can I stop off in your bed tonight? I could make you smile…
In the morning I’ll make you breakfast. In the evening I’ll warm the bed. And I’ll always be happy to kiss you. Promise I’ll never get sad.
Till the siren come calling, calling. It’s driving me evil, evil. Momma was a heartbraker. I loved you the same way I do, but I’ve got so much wickedness and sin. My name is Pearl, and I’ll love you the best way I know how. My blonde curls slice through your heart. And the siren come calling. It won’t be long until you leave.
I’ll help you dress yourself up fancy. I’ll bathe you when you get sore. I’ll be good, I think I could be all you would want and more and more. Be proud when you dazzle the wondrous, Glitter your eyes for the town. Tell every last boy that you’re my man. I’ll try not to let you down.
Till the siren come calling, calling. It’s driving me evil, evil. Momma was a heartbreaker I loved you the same way I do, but I got so much wickedness and sin. My name is Pearl and I’ll love you the best way I know how. My blonde curls slice through your heart. And the stars are exploding in your eyes. It won’t be long until you leave.
It won’t be long un til you break.
Cause I’m evil.
If you touch that girl, you know it’s ok; people say she’s a whore anyway. I think she looks like a nice vamp looking for love in a trashcan.
–The Raveonettes.
Decía Bécquer que:
Cuando pienso en tu vida y la mía/ y las sombras me rozan la piel/ una voz me murmura al oído/ déjala, no la puedes querer/
Yo le doy la razón, pero luego/ no consigo ocultar la verdad/ y otra voz, más profunda, me dice/ nunca vas a poderla olvidar/
No conozco la sierra sin nieve/ no comprendo el Invierno en abril/ sin poesía no sufro la noche/ no me explico la vida sin ti.
Parte de esta noche la sufrí con estos lyrics. ¡Aplausos!
You try so hard to be cold
You try so hard to not show
I give you nothing to doubt, and you doubt me
I give you all that I have, but you don’t see
Now I know that my eyes must close here
Every word seems to feel like you don’t care
But I know that you’re so confused and afraid
I just want to be one true thing that don’t fade
I don’t wanna give up tomorrow
I just can’t understand why we’re going on
You try so hard to be heard
You try so hard to not hurt
I give you nothing to doubt, and you doubt me
I give you all that I have, but you don’t see
Now I know that my eyes must close here
Every word seems to feel like you don’t care
But I know that you’re so confused and afraid
I just want to be one true thing that don’t fade
I don’t wanna give up tomorrow
I just can’t understand why we’re going on
I don’t wanna be sad, I don’t wanna be scared
I won’t wait for you in silence
I see the road is long
–”Howl”, de Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.
Filed under: Madrid, Mexico City, Spain, infatuation, live and learn, music, songs, traveling, videos | Tags: Death Cab for Cutie, Title And Registration, Transatlanticism
Así se llama el disco de Death Cab For Cutie en el que (re)encuentro esta canción.
Es impresionante cómo bloqueamos las cosas que nos hacen daño; cómo el primer impulso es sobrevivir a cualquier tipo de tragedia o desastre, a cualquier costo.
Durante la primera mitad de 2007, ese disco fue parte de mi very personal soundtrack, el que me daba el empujoncito necesario para terminar los prolongados y atribulados días antes de largarme a un viaje que llevaba toda la vida planeando, y que decoré con la peligrosa figurita de acción llamada “príncipe azul”… que por supuesto me esperaba en aquél destino transatlántico. Obviamente, nada respecto a aquella figurita de acción salió bien, y desde entonces bloquée todas las canciones que construyeron el sentido que le otorgué a ese viaje de manera a priori. Lo que ocurrió a mi vuelta tampoco contribuyó a levantar el bloqueo que mi psique ejerció todo este tiempo sobre el concepto “transatlanticismo” –si es que así puede traducirse.
Y hoy, domingo que precede a un día de asueto, mientras consigo concentrarme en quehaceres de la escuela –proceso que interrumpí para articular este post–, escucho Title And Registration. La suma de mi “extraño estado emocional”, unas curvas hormonales, la no manifestación de un sujeto eternamente decepcionante y la certeza de que merezco algo más que las migajas de otra dan como resultado un nuevo sentido para estos versos. El video es una mariconada, pero igual me gusta:
The glove compartment is inaccurately named
And everybody knows it.
So I’m proposing a swift orderly change.Cause behind its door there’s nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all I find are souvenirs from better times
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east
To find yourself a better life.I was searching for some legal document
As the rain beat down on the hood
When I stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget
And that’s how this idea was drilled into my headCause it’s too important
To stay the way it’s been
There’s no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it’s gone it’s like it wasn’t there at all
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at nightThere’s no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it’s gone it’s like it wasn’t there at all
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night (up all night)
When I’m lying awake at night.
As sung by Robert Levon Been from the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
All you ever dream
Lifts you up too high
As all your expectations
Leave a hole inside
Filed under: songs | Tags: bruce springsteen, gaslight anthem, jersey shore sound, navesink banks, new jersey
Originally uploaded by huzunali
Nunca me había puesto a pensar en las canciones que hacen referencia a regiones geográficas, ciudades, continentes, carreteras, ríos, etcétera. Después de meditarlo no muy detenidamente, concluyo que me simpatizan este tipo de composiciones. Según yo, hay más buenas que malas, como Sweet Home Alabama, Anarchy in the UK, Last Train to London, Back in the USSR, New York, New York, Berlin ó 666 conducer, de BRMC, Waterloo, Hong Kong Garden… pero, vamos, ¿qué me dicen de Fiesta en América, de Chayanne… o de Te dejo Madrid, de Shakira… Africa, de Toto (aunque a veces sí me gusta, sí…)… o Braziiiil (aquél dolorcillo de huevos que indica el inicio de un largo segmento de baile organizado en cualquier boda)?
El título de este post, además de indicar una parte del Río Navesink, en el estado americano de New Jersey, también nombra a una canción de The Gaslight Anthem, una banda de… New Jersey…, que oooobviamente suena a… ajá: New Jersey…, aunque mezclados con algo de punk… como si Bruce Springsteen hubiera echado las chelas con los de Bad Religion…y, a veces, según Alex, como si The Killers no hubieran tenido presupuesto para producción (y esto último pretende ser un juicio favorable).
Esta canción de la que hablo rompió recientemente el récord de mi contador de reproducciones de iTunes. La letra es increíble. Hace referencia a cosas y situaciones que me encantan, como las sirenas y sus encantadores lamentos, los signos, el estatus pseudofugitivo de una pareja (como en las películas de Tom Tykwer), el destino… y la tercera estrofa me mata: el “ah, Maria, if you woulda known me when…”, la respuesta de la tal Maria y el comentario adicional que la vieja se avienta… me movió gacho:
“all hope abandon, ye who enter here”
said the sign I read that was hanging above her bed
and the sirens over wailing
but a man can’t ignore the signs
you gotta keep a good eye
on the winding road ahead
and my first sin was a young american girland I spent time ‘neath the tressels
with the punks and the dimestore saints
we kept faith and a switchblade tucked beneath my coat
and I ran with dirty angels
slept out in the rain
we were scared and tired and barely 17
and my first sin was the fear that made me oldand I walked down by the shipyards
near the place where I was born
saying “ah maria, if you woulda known me when…”but she only smiles by the light on the Navesink Banks
saying “listen baby, I know you now”
and she steps into the river
and i just stand by the moon
thinkin’ ’bout a ghost I hear at night
and she says: “your first sin was a lie you told yourself”
Lo siento mucho, pero no hay videos decentes de esta rola… así que podrán escuchar sólo 20seg si pinchan aquí. Disfruten. Viene en el disco Sink or Swim, y ellos son: The Gaslight Anthem.
Time stands too still
Left here there for the kill
But this hope that sorrow bleeds
Leaves a man with nothing
There’s just no mercy in your eyes
There ain’t no time you said things right
And I’m afraid I’ve lost the fight
I’m just a painful reminder
Another day you leave behind
Love grows a fear
Suites your taste of bitter ends
But this stake that holds you in
Leaves no place to begin
There’s just no mercy in your eyes
There ain’t no time for selling lies
And I’m afraid I’ve lost the fight
I’m just a painful reminder
Another day you leave behind
Words seem so blind
I’ve been pushed far aside
To my choice seems too small
Any move and I could fall
There’s just no mercy in your eyes, child
There ain’t no time to set things right
And I’m not preaching to the choir
I’m just a painful reminder
And you’re a fool to satisfy
Filed under: genome project, hollidays, music, songs, videos | Tags: aphex twin, april 14th, avril 14th, marie antoinette, sofia coppola
Here in Mexico it’s still April 14th. Today will be only once. So, this is my only chance in this year to post a video with one of my favourite musical pieces: Avril 14th, by Aphex Twin (aka Richard David James).
Today is the 104th day of the year. Thomas Alva Edison demonstrated his kinetoscope in this day of 1894. In 2000, Lars Ulrich sued Napster. And five years ago, the 99% of the human genome sequence was completed to a 99.99% accuracy. As I have mentioned in the previous post, it’s Alex’s birthday. And, also my parents celebrate their 24th wedding anniversary. But those events are neither related to this music nor the way it makes me feel. I always thought of this piece as a “morning after” sort of soundtrack. You know, the notes are melancholic, but hopeful. Just like you would feel after sleeping with a new love for the first time (and in the case it turned out as an experience worth of repeating), ha. Just like Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette surely feels as she walks back to Versailles, the morning after sleeping with count Fersen. Watch and listen:
These are Thurston Moore’s “Honest James” lyrics. After that beautiful intro, I’m singing out loud:
Come back, honest James/ come back to your town
Take you shadow’s mistress/ from our fertile ground
Never one to cry out/ but it’s gone on too long
Every song is empty/ without your friendly tone
Come back, honest James/ your brother, he is here
He rose into the darkness/ and he needs you to be near
Why don’t you just tell him/ what’s inside your heart
Let love take over/ you know, the devil just ain’t that smart
And I’ll always love him
From the album Trees Outside the Academy, released on September 18, 2007.
Un rolón. Lo más romántico del mundo. Él cantaba, y de la yugular se le botaba una vena. Tomaba mi mano, y Sidronio era testigo. (Sidronio es la calaca que hace las veces de palanca en su auto.)
Hello. I’ve waited here for you, everlong.
Tonight I’ve thrown myself into and out of the red. Out of her head she sang.
Come down, and waste away with me. Down with me.
Slow, how you wanted it to be. Over my head. Out of her head she sang.
And I wonder, when I sing along with you, if everything could ever feel this real forever. If anything could ever be this good again. The only thing I’ll ever ask of you: you gotta promise not to stop when I say when she sang.
Breathe out so I could breathe you in. Hold you in.
And now, I know you’ve always been out of your head. Out of my head I sang.
And I wonder, when I sing along with you, if everything could ever feel this real forever. If anything could ever be this good again. The only thing I’ll ever ask of you: you gotta promise not to stop when I say when she sang.
