czwartek, 30 grudnia 2010

night 39 - Gary Jules - "Mad World"

Hymn samobójców. Uwielbiam :)




All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlargen your world
Mad world

środa, 29 grudnia 2010

night 38 - Frou Frou - "Let Go"



Drink up, baby, down
Are you in or are you out?
Leave your things behind
Cause it's all going off without you
Excuse me, too busy
You're writing your tragedy
These mishaps
You bubble wrap
When you've no idea what you're like

So let go, let go
Jump in
Oh well, whatcha waiting for?
It's alright
Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

So let go, let go
Just get in
Oh, it's so amazing here
It's alright
Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

It gains the more it gives
And it rises with the fall
So hand me that remote
Can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow?
Such boundless pleasure
We've no time for later now
You can't await your own arrival
You have twenty seconds to comply

So let go, let go
Jump in
Oh well, whatcha waiting for?
It's alright
Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

So let go, let go
Just get in
Oh, it's so amazing here
It's alright
Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

wtorek, 28 grudnia 2010

night 37 - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - "Do you Love Me?"

Dziś dla odmiany coś oczywistego, choć wybór był jednym z najtrudniejszych. Bo na przykład taka "Weeping Song" ma podobno na swoim koncie ofiary w ludziach. Tym razem jednak indywidualne preferencje przeważyły. Po raz kolejny - miłość jako źródło cierpień.




I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells rang in a wild sky
I knew from that moment on
I'd love her till the day that I died
And I kissed away a thousand tears
My lady of the Various Sorrows
Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen
Some kept safe for tomorrow
On an endless night, silver stars spangled
The bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me
Like I love you?

She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Yet, I seemed so obsolete and small
I found God and all His devils inside her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me
Like I love you?

She had a heartful of love and devotion
She had a mindful of tyranny and terror
Well, I try, I do, I really try
But I just err, baby, I do, I error
So come find me, my darling one
I'm down to the grounds, the very dregs
Ah, here she comes, blocking the sun
Blood running down the inside of her legs
The moon in the sky is battered and mangled
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me
Like I love you?

All things move toward their end
I knew before I met her that I would lose her
I swear I made every effort to be good to her
I made every effort not to abuse her
Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle

Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me
Like I love you?

poniedziałek, 27 grudnia 2010

night 36 - Crystal Castles "Celestica"

Alicja śpiewa smutną piosenkę. Śpiewa :)





As we fall into sequence
and we're eating our young
remain silent and still for modesty
When the splints have been broken
and they can't help you now
do you pray with your eyes closed naturally

Follow me into nowhere
Woven with the utmost care

If I'm lost please don't find me
if I jump let me sink
we descended from no one
with a wink

When it's cold outside hold me
don't hold me
When I choose to rest my eyes coax me
don't coax me
When it's cold outside hold me
don't hold me
When I choose to rest my eyes coax me
don't coax me

Follow me into nowhere
Woven with the utmost care

Have they cleansed you with chloride
and scrubbed behind the knees
Has your body been hollowed by the breeze

niedziela, 26 grudnia 2010

night 35 - Elbow - "Fugitive Motel"

Smętnie i tęskno, ale niezbyt dramatycznie dziś.




Lost in a lullaby
Side of the road
Melt in a memory
Slide in a solitude
Not 'til I can read by the moon
Am I going anywhere
Not 'til I can read by the moon

Chorus
I blow you a kiss
It should reach you tomorrow
As it flies from the other side of the world
From my room in my fugitive motel
Somewhere in the dust bowl
It flies from the other side of the world

'I'm tired' I said
'You always look tired' she said
'I'm admired' I said
'You always look tired' she said
Not 'til I can read by the moon
Am I going anywhere
Not 'til I can read by the moon

Curtains stay closed
But everyone knows
You hear through the walls in this place
Cigarette holes for every lost soul
To give up the ghost in this place
Give me strength
Give me wings

sobota, 25 grudnia 2010

night 34 - Damien Rice - "Rootless Tree"

Tym razem przed północą, żeby zdążyć z urodzinową dedykacją dla M. ♥ Wyjątkowa okazja i wyjątkowa piosenka, a do tego Damien wyjątkowo solo.





What I want from you
Is empty your head
They say be true
Don't stain your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me
Like a rootless tree

What I want from us
Is empty our minds
We fake a fuss
And fracture the times
We go blind
When we've needed to see
And it leans on me
Like a rootless...

So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me
Then hate me so good that you can let me out
Let me out of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out,
Let me out of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out

What I want from this
Is learn to let go
No not of you
Of all that's been told
Killers reinvent and believe
And this leans on me
Like a rootless...

So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it,
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me, hate me , hate me,
Then hate me so good that you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out of this hell when you're around


And fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me
Then hate me so good that you can let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out,
Hell when you're around...(Repeat 4x)

Let me out, let me out, let me out...

It's hell when you're around

night 33 - Lenny Valentino - "Chłopiec z plasteliny"

Smutna piosenka na wieczór wigilijny.






Światło gwiazdki na pościeli, misie moje śpią na ziemi
Milczą całą noc, nocą modlę się, dziadek głaszcze mnie.

Każdej wiosny dmucham w świeczki, w wielki tort, jem żółty sernik
Piję koktail ze snów, moje urodziny są, z plasteliny lepię dom.

Dżem, kakao, pomarańcze, telewizor, w którym tańczę
Za mym oknem stoi cyrk, chuda żyrafa jest i ślepy słoń jest też.

Mali chłopcy z piaskownicy, przyjaciele, lecz złośliwcy
Kradną jabłka z drzew, lato kończy się, kasztany gniją, pada śnieg.

wtorek, 21 grudnia 2010

night 32 - Bjork - "Unravel"

Piosenka na dziś. Celnie, prosto w serce.




while you are away
my heart comes undone
slowly unravels
in a ball of yarn
the devil collects it
with a grin
our love
in a ball of yarn

he'll never return it

so when you come back
we'll have to make new love

night 31 - Lambchop - Life's Little Tragedy

Piosenka na poniedziałek, czyli na noc w pustym, ciemnym i zimnym pociągu relacji Kraków-Częstochowa. W sam raz :)




i desire to tumble
i walk through the garden
i don't speak well i mumble
to life's little tragedy
if you touch me i crumble
this song's from the wishing you well
not a boob or a bungle
just another butt to sniff
half our lives surmise
for only you to decipher
our reasons are quite tame
one by one we die
and our secrets die within us
there's no one left to blame
(shame on me, shame on you)
scratchy cheeks and an earring
i scurry to find the camera
he's not angry he's seething
my pictures always turn out wrong
he's not crying he's teething
the pains of growing are going fine
there's some spit on the ceiling
pretty soon it's going to drop
in the bed you lay
praying for sleep and it never comes
it never works that way
all the rest is done
all you really can do is just sit up
and start a brand new day
(shame on me, shame on you)

night 30 - 16 Horsepower - Just Like Birds

Smutna piosenka na niedzielę. Zabrać Horsepowerom banjo i zaczynają brzmieć jak The Bad Seeds z amerykańskich prerii. Do tego tekst trochę kaznodziejski, trochę perwersyjny (w zależności od interpretacji) i smyczki, które kroją serce na plasterki.





little johanna girl of my prairie
help me fill this house with living words
further up an' further in
let 'em fly from our lips
just like birds
just like birds

all that dark woods from pakistan
the glory the glory lodged inside
strive to enter the narrow gate child
to the fountain that flows deep an' wide

he will never leave you
my much afraid
he waits patient
in our prayers unprayed

now stay close to me
in an' amongst the trees
i'll carry your shoes child
you run an' play beneath the eaves

our faith will come by the hearin'
a whisper in the leaves
listen johanna hear his voice
in the drone of the bees

he will never leave you
my much afraid
he waits patient

poniedziałek, 20 grudnia 2010

night 29 - Regina Spektor - "Samson"

Moje metodyczne i konsekwentne umartwianie się chwilowo przerwał weekend w Krakowie i rozpustna wigilia u Karuu i Tomasza. Dzisiaj nadrabiam zaległość sobotnią. Oto boska Regina i kolejna z moich ulubionych piosenek o śmierci i rozstaniu...




You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of Wonderbread
And went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn't mention us
The Bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first , I loved you first
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads
But they're just old light
They're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors and the yellow light
He told me that I'd done all right
And kissed me until the morning light, the morning light
And he kissed me until the morning light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of Wonderbread
And went right back to bed
We couldn't break the columns down
No, we couldn't destroy a single one
And the history books forgot about us
And the Bible didn't mention us
Not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

piątek, 17 grudnia 2010

night 28 - PJ Harvey &Thom Yorke - "This Mess We're In"

Dziś złowieszczo prześladują mnie piosenki o rozstaniu.



[Thom Yorke:]
Can you hear them?
The helicopters
I'm in New York
No need for words now
We sit in silence
You look me in the eye directly
You met me
I think it's Wednesday, the evening
The mess we're in and
Ooooh-aaaaah

[PJ Harvey:]
The city sun set over me
(Ooooh-aaaah)
The city sun set over me
(Ooooh-aaaah)

[Thom Yorke:]
Night and day
I dream of making love to you now, baby
Love making on screen
Impossible dream
And I have seen the sun rise over the river
The freeway reminded of
This mess we're in and
Ooooh-aaaaah

[PJ Harvey:]
The city sun set over me
(Ooooh-aaaah)
The city sun set over me
(Ooooh-aaaah)

[Thom Yorke:]
What were you wanting?
("What was it you wanted?")
I just want to say don't ever change now baby
("I just want to say: Don't ever change. And thank you")
And thank you, I don't think we will meet again
("I don't think we will meet again")
And you must leave now
("And you must leave now, before the sun rises over the skyscrapers")
Before the sun rises
("And the city landscape comes into being")
Above skyscrapers
("Sweat on my skin, ugh")
Sin and...

[Both:]
This mess we're in and
(Ooooh-aaaaah)

[PJ Harvey]
The city sun set over me
(Ooooh-aaaah)
The city sun set over me
(Ooooh-aaaah)
The city sun set over me
(Ooooh-aaaah)
The city sun set over me
(Ooooh-aaaah)

czwartek, 16 grudnia 2010

night 27 - White Lies - "Bigger Than Us"




You took the tunnel route home, you've never taken that way with me before.
Did you feel the need for change?
Apologies on your fingernails, love flickered in the city of lights,
Like intermittent radio waves

I don't need your tears
I don't want your love
I just gotta get home.

And I feel like I'm breaking up, and I wanted to stay,
Headlights on the hillside, don't take me this way,
I don't want you to hold me, I want you to pray,
This is bigger than us

You went where the horses cry, you've never taken that way with me before.
Did you feel the need for change?
Guilt smeared across your lips, I was tired and cold from the window
You're tired, nothing's changed.

I don't need your tears
I don't want your love
I just gotta get home.

And I feel like I'm breaking up, and I wanted to stay,
Headlights on the hillside, don't take me thisway,
I don't want you to hold me, I want you to pray,
This is bigger than us.

And I feel like I'm breaking up, but I wanted to stay,
Headlights on the hillside, don't take me thisway,
I don't want you to hold me, I want you to pray,
This is bigger than us.

And I feel like I'm breaking up, but I wanted to stay,
Headlights on the hillside, don't take me thisway,
I don't want you to hold me, I want you to pray,
This is bigger than us.

night 26 - DEPECHE MODE - Nothing




Sitting target
Sitting waiting
Anticipating
Nothing
Nothing


Life
Is full of surprises
It advertises
Nothing
Nothing


What am I trying to do
What am I trying to say
I'm not trying to tell you anything
You didn't know
When you woke up today


Sitting target
Sitting praying
God is saying
Nothing
Nothing


Always
Knows the prospects
Learn to expect
Nothing
Nothing

środa, 15 grudnia 2010

night 25 - Deerhunter - Twilight at Carbon Lake

Nie przepadam za Deerhunterem, ale mam zaległości w postowaniu, więc nie będę wybrzydzać.





Go to the shore and, pray for the sea.
Go towards the mirror and, pray that you'll see,
Someone else.
Downtown, go downtown.
Go to the waves of grain in the center of the state.
Go away.
Go to a parking lot, sit on the ground, and cry.
You'll never know why.
Start over.
Go to the ocean on a ship.
Wave goodbye to the waves and the frozen shit
that was in your heart.
So long.
Time slows when it goes away.
Go away.
Time Slows.
So long.

poniedziałek, 13 grudnia 2010

night 24 - Joy Division -"Isolation"

Staram się nie pomijać rzeczy oczywistych.




In fear every day, every evening
He calls her aloud from above
Carefully watched for a reason
Painstaking devotion and love
Surrendered to self preservation
From others who care for themselves
A blindness that touches perfection
But hurts just like anything else

Isolation, isolation, isolation

Mother I tried please believe me
I'm doing the best that I can
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through
I'm ashamed of the person I am

Isolation, isolation, isolation

But if you could just see the beauty
These things I could never describe
These pleasures a wayward distraction
This is my wonderful prize

Isolation, isolation, isolation, isolation, isolation

niedziela, 12 grudnia 2010

night 23 - Grant-Lee Phillips - Happiness

Dziś dla odmiany potraktuję się nieco łagodniej. Odrobina przewrotnego country nie zaszkodzi, bo piosenka nie jest wbrew pozorom wesoła, a tu podana dodatkowo z akompaniamentem fortepianu. Ponadto znalazła się na ścieżce dźwiękowej serialu "House M.D." co nie jest bez znaczenia ;)






Nevermind me 'cause I've been dead
Out of my body been out of my head
Nevermind the songs they hum
Don't want to sing along
There's nothin' that I said

That'll bring you happiness happiness
Is hard to come by I confess
I'm bad at this thing happiness
If you find it share it with the rest of us

Nevermind the words that came
Out of my mouth when all that I could feel was pain
The difference in the two of us
Comes down to the way
You rise over things I just put down

That'll bring you happiness happiness
Is hard to come by I confess
I'm bad at this thing happiness
If you find it share it with the rest of us
Rest of us

Ooh ooh ooh

Nevermind me 'cause I've been dead
Out of my body been out of my head
Nevermind the curse I wore
Proud like a badge
Till it just don't shine no more

That'll bring you happiness happiness
Is hard to come by I confess
I'm bad at this thing happiness
If you find it share it with the rest of us
Rest of us

sobota, 11 grudnia 2010

night 22 - Radiohead - Street Spirit

Mój osobisty typ na najsmutniejszą piosenkę świata. Generalnie Radiohead rządzi w tej kategorii. Pozwolę sobie zacytować autora:It is the dark tunnel without the light at the end. It represents all tragic emotion that is so hurtful that the sound of that melody is its only definition.
Tu w wersji akustycznej.






Rows of houses all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things in all positions
All these things will one day take control
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into fruition
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again

piątek, 10 grudnia 2010

night 21 - The Sun Is Often Out - Patrick Wolf

Kontynuujemy motyw śmierci i przemijania. Tym razem bardziej w kierunku wątków samobójczych.




Tower Bridge
Is closing
And all of Bermondsey
Is asleep

Streetlight walks the waters
Rising fast and dark and deep

Well is your work of art so heavy
That it will not let you live?

You'll be missed

Soon there'll be flowers in the river
Tears being shed

You'll be missed

So life has blessed you with a gift boy
That you’ve gone and thrown away

And with it your whole future
And left behind your family

They’re throwing flowers in the river
Prayers are being said

You’ll be missed

They’re throwing flowers in the river
Where your body cold was found

And you’re missed
You’re missed

Now I sit down here at low tide
And I wait for the Peregrines

Stephen this is where I live now
That I have overcome my demons

And have grown out of that thinking
That would not me live or give

I throw my flowers in the river
Tears are being shed
You are missed

And the poem reads
And I remember the day you told me that
The sun, the sun, the sun

The sun is often out

Why didn't you KNOW that

And yes
The sun, the sun, the sun
Is often out

I wish I had known you better

Was your work of art so heavy
That it would not let you live?

czwartek, 9 grudnia 2010

night 20 - Arcade Fire - In the Backseat (Live)

Jako że nastrój poprawiłam sobie czekoladą z Belga (chyba muszę to stosować jako regularną terapię na zimową depresję), dzisiaj dla odmiany w gruncie rzeczy wesoła piosenka o przemijaniu z płyty zatytułowanej "Pogrzeb" :)





I like the peace
In the backseat
I don't have to drive
I don't have to speak
I can watch the countryside
And I can fall asleep

My family tree's
Losing all its leaves
Crashing towards the driver's seat
The lightning bolt made enough heat
To melt the street beneath your feet

Alice died
In the night
I've been learning to drive
My whole life
I've been learning

I like the peace
In the backseat
I don't have to drive
I don't have to speak
I can watch the countryside

Alice died
In the night
I've been learning to drive
My whole life
I've been learning
Oh, Norah!

środa, 8 grudnia 2010

night 19 - The Big Pink - "Velvet"

Parę dni temu zrobiłam mały research i znalazłam 235 utworów ze słowem "funeral" w tytule, 435 ze słowem "suicide", 473 ze słowem "sad" i... uwaga! ... 1.553 piosenki ze słowem "death". Jednak zdecydowana większość smutnych piosenek zawiera w tekście po prostu słowo "love". Smutne i banalne zarazem.





Seen it in my head, burning my heart
Seen it in my past, back in my home
Doesn't make sense, see her again
I don't, know
I felt it for some time, ever not at all
Poison in my head, gun love hurts
I'm not looking for love, but it's hard to resist
I don't recall, me and mistakes

She's the only one, that's the best I've had
I found her in a dream, looking for me
This heart's on fire, I'll bring myself
Up to the force, down again

These arms are mine
Don't matter who they hold
So should i maybe, Just leave love alone
You call out my name, for the love you need
Which you won't find in me

These arms are mine
Don't matter who they hold
You're made for me, and i'll leave love alone
you call out my name for the love you need
Which you won't find in me

Seen it in my head, burning my heart
I found her in a dream, looking for me
Doesn't make sense, see her again
I don't, know

I can see the end, of what I've become
A tale of a love, come and gone
But now my love, no promises
I won't go, falling in love

wtorek, 7 grudnia 2010

night 18 - Unkle feat. Ian Astbury - When Things Explode

Czasami komentarz jest nie tylko zbędny, ale też kompletnie nie na miejscu. All is forgiven?




Your skull-fucked little lives
In shadows where you hide
A life that was designed
You've been cheated oh so blind

You laid it on the line
These twisted words of time
And how your spirit shines
I wish that you were mine

Yeah lately I know that I've been crawling
I know that I've been falling
Into your dream

Imagine no more tears
Dissolving all your fears
With tooth and claw we fight
Into this endless night


Yeah, lately I know that I've been crawling
I know that I've been falling
Into your dream

I saw my tears in your eyes
You saw your fears in mine
We watched it burn together
Watched it burn together

Burn yeah, burn watched it burn burn yeah burn
Watched it burn, burn watched it burn
Watched it burn, burn watched it burn

All is forgiven.

poniedziałek, 6 grudnia 2010

night 17 - Therapy? - "Diane"

Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down.
Lemony Snicket


Lubię sobie utrudniać zadanie. Jako, że dopadł mnie dziś morderczy nastrój, wszczęłam poszukiwania adekwatnego utworu. I co się okazuje? Owszem, w muzyce rockowej trup ściele się gęsto, ale z miażdżącą przewagą trupa płci żeńskiej. Zainteresowanych tematem odsyłam choćby do krótkiego artykułu Johna Hamerlincka zamieszczonego w "Humaniście" ("Killing women: a pop-music tradition",The Humanist, 1995). Najczęściej oczywiście bohaterki piosenek padają ofiarą zemsty zazdrosnego kochanka, czyli zbrodni w afekcie ("Hey, Joe"), postanowiłam jednak poszperać za przemocą bardziej brutalną i nieuzasadnioną. Kusiło mnie oczywiście, żeby problem zilustrować morderczą balladą Nicka i Kylie, ale ostatecznie sięgnęłam po bardziej drastyczny obrazek. Proszę zwrócić też uwagę na sprytny zabieg językowy - imię Diane wymawia się jak słowo dying. Przypadek? Absolutnie nie.




Hey little girl, wanna go for a ride?
There's room in my wagon, it's parked right outside
We can cruise down Robert Street all night long
But I think I'll just rape you and kill you instead

Diane, Diane, Diane
Diane, Diane, Diane

I hear there's a party at Lake Cove
It'd be so much easier if I drove
We could check it out, we could go and see
Come on, take a ride with me

Diane, Diane, Diane
Diane, Diane, Diane

Lay down together for a while
I'll put all your clothes in a nice, neat little pile
You're the cutest girl I've ever seen in my life
But it's over now and with my knife

Diane, Diane, Diane
Diane, Diane, Diane
Diane, Diane, Diane
Diane, Diane, Diane

niedziela, 5 grudnia 2010

night 16 - The Cinematics - "Human"

Smutne i urocze.





Electric light won’t shine through
My darkest thoughts they stick like glue
Too many hours till the daytime comes
And in the meantime I can watch
Shadows dance on my bedroom wall
As sleepless nights take their toll
Take their toll

I can’t pick you up again
I’ve been breaking my back with the weight of your heart
No I can’t pick you up again
I’ve been breaking my back with the weight of your heart
Oh no

The sun now burns through all those words
The last night seemed so real to me
And I feel stupid I feel stupid
I feel stupid again
Hope was your only dream
But love doesn’t last it seems
I, I couldn’t save you from that
I wouldn’t save you from that
Oh no

I won’t pick you up again
Lyrics
I’ve been breaking my back with the weight of your heart
No I can’t pick you up again
I’ve been breaking my back with the weight of your heart
Oh no

Well don’t forget
I’m only human
Well don’t forget
I’m only human

I’m only human
I’m only human
I’m only human
I’m only human

I can’t pick you up again
I’ve been breaking my back with the weight of your heart
No I can’t pick you up again
I’ve been breaking my back with the weight of your heart
No I can’t pick you up again
I’ve been breaking my back with the weight of your heart
No I can’t pick you up again
I’ve been breaking my back with the weight of your heart
With the weight of your heart
With the weight of your heart
Oh no
I’m only human

sobota, 4 grudnia 2010

night 15 - Stellastarr* - "On My Own"

Zadziwiające jak wiele jest smutnych piosenek, ale jeszcze bardziej zadziwiające jest to, że wszystkie są o mnie.




Well broken child,
Don't be afraid.
So many years,
Your future hasn't been made.
Someday you will understand,
I wish I could hold your hand...

But I'm doin the best that I can.
Doin the best that I can.

When the love-hate days
Turned into years,
Voices of her teardrops
Whispered into my ear.
She lives in a different room,
Says I'm not in love with her...

But I'm doin the best that I can.
Doin the best that I can,
On my own.

In the fight for life,
Who's gonna win?
Millions of people trying to get a word in.
You might be the last of mine
I wish I could force a smile...

But I'm doin the best that I can.
Doin the best that I can
On my own.
On my own.
On my own.
On my own.

And you know there's a feeling
That a new day's on the rise.
And it scares me in a way,
But somehow I feel life.
So don't tell me that you're leaving
Cuz I won't know what to say,
When I'm going ahead with my plans.
Yes, I'm going ahead with my plans.
Do you realize that you have just
Kissed, kissed, kissed
It all away?
Cuz I was there when nobody cared
If you lived or you died this day.
Well now that you're back on your feet
Oh, you don't even talk to me...

But I'm doin the best that I can.
Yes, I'm doin the best that I can
On my own.
On my own.

night 14 - Band of Horses - "The Funeral"

Wczoraj było zbyt smutno, by katować się smutnymi piosenkami. Zimno na zewnątrz, zimno w środku, awaria sieci ciepłowniczej i tej międzyludzkiej sieci również. Kaloryfery już grzeją, więc nadrabiam zaległości.




I'm coming up only to hold you under
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were
Ooh, ooh

Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it's all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were

At every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral
At every occasion once more is called a funeral
Every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral

I'm coming up only to show you down for
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow
Before they died had trees to hang their hope
Ooh, ooh

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called the funeral
At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral

czwartek, 2 grudnia 2010

night 13 - Lykke Li - "Until We Bleed"




I'm naked
I'm numb
I'm stupid
I'm staying
And if Cupid's got a gun
Then he's shootin'

Lights black
Heads bang
You're my drug
We live it
You're drunk, you need it
Real love, I'll give it

So we're bound to linger on
We drink the fatal drop
Then love until we bleed
Then fall apart in parts

You wasted your times
On my heart
You've burned
And if bridges gotta fall
Then you'll fall too

Doors slam
Lights black
You're gone
Come back
Stay gone
Stay clean
I need you to need me

So we're bound to linger on
We drink the fatal drop
Then love until we bleed
Then fall apart in parts

Now we're bound to linger on
We drink the fatal drop
Then love until we bleed
Then fall apart in parts

night 12 - The Knife - "N.Y. Hotel"

Krótko, ale treściwie. Przypomina mi wiersz Jacka Dehnela "Hotel Rzeszów" - ciekawe kto kogo zainspirował ;)




This is our last goodbye
Now you should be holding me

Punkrock t-shirt, black cap and tatoo
The first things I noticed about you

Now you should be holding me
Now you should be holding me