poniedziałek, 31 stycznia 2011

night 71 - Slowblow - "Aim For A Smile"

Wieczór mamy jeszcze wczesny, ale nie ma co odwlekać nieuniknionego. Na facebooku stuknęła już setna smutna piosenka, na blogu mamy miesięczne opóźnienie. Rozpoczynając "challenge" nie podejrzewałam po prostu, że będę tak wytrwała ;) Oczywiście nadgonię wszystko w odpowiednim momencie. Tymczasem wyjątkowo smutna piosenka na wyjątkowy wieczór: ze ścieżki dźwiękowej smutnego filmu ("Noi Albinoi"), akustycznie, o śmierci i do tego z Islandii. Można było wybrać lepiej? Nie sądzę.




I've seen death as it sneaked up behind you
Patiently taking its aim
As it aimed for the spark in your eyes
Resistance from here looked so lame
What used to scare me is not worth one thought
As i cling the memory of
Pitch black coffee and cigarette used
While i aimed for a smile on your face

I tried to sit straight up the side of your bed
And pour my thoughts straight down the drain
When it pours i'd much rather get wet
Than to shelter my thoughts from the rain
While i chill my guitar to your amplified breath
And hum away thoughts of your death
All i got left is one awkward embrace
My last aim for a smile on your face

niedziela, 30 stycznia 2011

night 70 - The Bravery - "An Honest Mistake"

Błądzić jest rzeczą ludzką. Problem w tym, że mężczyźni zawsze orientują się za późno i przepraszają wyjątkowo nieporadnie. Historia tyleż smutna, co banalna i słysząc tę piosenkę zawsze mam ochotę dać w twarz wokaliście, chociaż nigdy nie był moim chłopakiem ;)





People, they don't mean a thing to you
They move right through you just like your breath
But sometimes I still think of you
And I just wanted to, just wanted you to know
My old friend

I swear I never meant for this
I never meant

Don't look at me that way
It was an honest mistake
Don't look at me that way
It was an honest mistake
An honest mistake

Sometimes I forget I'm still awake
I fuck up and say these things out loud
My old friend

I sweat I never meant for this
I never meant

Don't look at me that way
It was an honest mistake
Don't look at me that way
It was an honest mistake
An honest mistake

sobota, 29 stycznia 2011

night 69 - Vanilla Swingers - "Danger In The Past"

Brnę nadal w indie break up songs :) Jedyny problem polega na tym, że nie wszystkie rozstania są smutne i to samo dotyczy piosenek, choć na szczęście nie tej dzisiejszej. Gatunek przypisany Vanilla Swingers na myspace.com: melodramatyczna piosenka popularna :)





Careless memories always lie
Times and places you can't buy from years ago
Boys and girls that you once knew all grown up and over you won't let you go
Photographs are bittersweet
Future plans are in retreat before too long
Don't look back
There's danger in the past
Don't go back
You knew it couldn't last
Life moves pretty fast
But there's danger
Danger in the past
Hearts once broken never mend, stay infected to the end
They never heal
Souvenirs that you can feel won't give up what they reveal
They never will
Everything that you pursue one more step ahead of you
Don't look back
There's danger in the past
Don't go back
You knew it couldn't last
Life moves pretty fast
But there's danger
Danger in the past
So sad to tell you that you won't belong
You can't turn back the clock and see the world anew
Did everybody change but you
Careless memories always lie
Scentless traces you can't hide
The years ago
Boys and girls that you once knew all grown up and over you won't let you go
Everything that you pursue one more step ahead of you
But you don't know
Don't look back
There's danger in the past
Don't go back
You knew it couldn't last
Life moves pretty fast
But there's danger
Danger in the past

piątek, 28 stycznia 2011

night 68 - Bat For Lashes - "Use Somebody" (Kings Of Leon Cover)





I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

And all you know
And how you speak
Countless lovers undercover of the street

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Off in the night
While you live it up, I'm off to sleep
Waging war to shake the poet and the beat

I hope it's going to make you notice
I hope it's going to make you notice
Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me

Go and let it out
Someone like you
Somebody
Someone like you
Somebody
Someone like you
Somebody

I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see

czwartek, 27 stycznia 2011

night 67 - Bright Eyes- "A Perfect Sonnet"

Niektórzy wykonawcy po prostu muszą się pojawić na mojej liście więcej niż raz... Trafiłam dziś w sieci na pewne kuriozum zatytułowane "Top 25 Indie Break Up Songs". Perfect Sonnet usytuowano co prawda dopiero na pozycji 9, ale pomyślałam, że po serii totalnych smętów czas na odrobinę soczystego, smutnego wkurwienia.






Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
Something that would make me never want another
Something that would make it so that nothing matters
All would be clear then
But I guess I'll have to settle for a few brief moments
And watch all dissolve into a single second
And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
Or one foolish line

Because that's all that you'll get so you'll have to accept
You are here and then you're gone

But I believe that lovers should be tied together
And thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
And left there to drown
Left there to drown in their innocence
But as for me, I'm coming to the final chapter
I read all of the pages and there's still no answer
Only all that was before I know must soon come after
That's the only way it can be

So I stand in the sun and I breathe with my lungs
Trying to spare myself the weight of the truth

Saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror
And you've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
And now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
Wishing you were a ghost
But once you knew a girl and you named her Lover
And danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
But autumn came, she disappeared, you don't remember
Where she said she was going to

But you know that she's gone because she left you a song
That you don't want to sing

Singing, I believe that lovers should be chained together
And thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
And left there to burn
Left there to burn in their arrogance
But as for me I'm coming to my final failure
I've killed myself with changes trying to make it better
But I still ended up becoming something other
Than what I had planned to be

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
And laid entwined together on a bed of clover
And left there to sleep
Left there to dream of their happiness

środa, 26 stycznia 2011

night 66 - Faultline feat. Chris Martin - "Where Is My Boy"

Cokolwiek bym napisała o tej piosence, zabrzmiałoby jak cytat z Paulo Coelho. Piosenka o wielkim leju po bombie w miejscu pompy tłoczącej krew do reszty organizmu.




Where is my boy?
I saw you come out of a scene
Maybe in some kind of dream
Something that never comes.
Time that I take
See over in arms I raise
All racing to find you
All racing to find you.

Time stands
I open your house to my world
I see you come out of it all
Unharmed and unscathed and shouting.

Come over here
And the houses i live in
And changes you're making
To the state of affairs.

Calling where is my boy?
I have seen you so often
I cry where is my boy
Or have you all forgotten?
And in some kind of dream
Have I seen you before?
Have I seen you before?
Where is my boy?

So come all the waves
Changing your number
Changing the house where you live
Change your lines.

Have I seen you before
In some kind of a dream?
In a place you've forgotten
A place I've forgotten.

So where is my boy?
Have I seen you before in some kind of a dream?
Have I seen you before?
Where is my boy?
I say where was my head when i needed it most?
Oh I stayed here before
Yes I'll stay in the place I know.

wtorek, 25 stycznia 2011

night 65 - Goran Bregovic / Iggy Pop - " In The Death Car "

Dzisiaj małe oszustwo. Trochę o życiu, trochę o śmierci, a jednak nie tak zupełnie smutno. Tak naprawdę chętniej posłuchałabym jakiegoś zimnego Norwega przy fortepianie, ale to mogłoby się skończyć tą drugą sceną z drzewem ;) I'm not going to die. I'm gonna live forever until one day I wake up and I'll be a turtle.




A howling wind is whistling in the night
My dog is growling in the dark
Something's pulling me outside
To ride around in circles
I know that you have got the time
Coz anything I want, you do
You'll take a ride through the strangers
Who don't understand how to feel
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive

I'll let some air come in the window
Kind of wakes me up a little
I don't turn on the radio
Coz they play shit, like....You know
When your hand was down on my dick
It felt quite amazing
And now that, that is all over
All we've got is the silence
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
So come on mandolins, play

When I touched you
I felt that you still had your baby fat
And a little taste of baby's breath
Makes me forget about death
At your age you're still joking
It ain't time yet for the choking
So now we can see [or know] the movie and see each other truly
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
I want to hear some mandolins

poniedziałek, 24 stycznia 2011

night 64 - Choir Of Young Believers - "Things I Stole"

Tym razem podziękowania dla Macieja. Chociaż nie wiem czy jest za co dziękować, bo słuchając tego kawałka trudno się nie pociąć. Inne kawałki COYB zdecydowanie mnie nudzą, a to jest podobno cover. Ten kontrabas... Perełka. Tekst niedostępny nigdzie, sama musiałam spisać i mam takie nieodparte wrażenie, że go sama napisałam.




see her smile when I close my eyes
and nothing ever happens
and I don't try, I don't try
I know that nothing happens anyway

she wants to break all routines
break in, break out, break everything she knows
all I know is that nothing ever happens anyway

please blame it all on the things I stole
please break my arms if I reach my goal
don't love me now I love someone else
don't love me now I just love myself

she's back again
and nothing ever looks the same again and again
I know that nothing happens anyway

niedziela, 23 stycznia 2011

night 63 - Slut - Welcome

Melancholijnie i nostalgicznie. Raz, że zespół z nieodżałowanej niemieckiej stacji Viva Zvei, która miała swego czasu ogromny wpływ na kształtowanie gustów muzycznych alternatywnej polskiej młodzieży. Dwa, że Slut było gościem niezapomnianego Cracow Screen Festivalu - największej dotychczas festiwalowej katastrofy w naszym kraju. Koncert należał do tych bardziej udanych, o czym niestety mogła się przekonać jedynie garstka widzów - w tym ja dzięki redaktor Kucińskiej, która mi użyczyła identyfikatora. Niestety kupowanie karnetów przy tym zestawie wykonawców (ze szczególnym wskazaniem na tych, którzy w ogóle nie dotarli) jakoś się nie kalkulowało...





Welcome to a story that's supposed to have an end
And if not we'll pretend as if there was
Welcome to a fairy tale and lean back for the show
Get yourself a drink and let it go

Here it is: the cage of our lives
Here it is: the cage of our loves

Welcome to a story that's supposed to have an end
And if not we'll pretend as if there was







Woke like a baby
Woke
They took somebody from me...
This time I think it was forever

Looks like a movie
Looks
Like they took somebody from me...
I wish I could return to when I

Woke like a lover
Woke
And found somebody with me

I wish I wasn't me
I wish I wasn't me...

Now I'm standing at the edge of my world
And I'm looking for a place to stay
Standing at the edge of my world...

Joked for a minute
Joked
Get somebody for me...
And all the time you've seen me I just

Spoke in a riddle
Spoke
Get somebody for me...
I hoped that I could make it but I

Broke like a mirror
I Broke
And choked in the middle, indeed...

I wish I wasn't me
I wish I wasn't me...

Now I'm standing at the edge of my world
And I'm looking for a place to stay
Standing at the edge of my world
And that's ok

Sleep like a baby
Sleep

sobota, 22 stycznia 2011

night 62 - Gorillaz - "El Manana"

Piękna katastrofa prawda? Nawet kiedy świat się kończy, czekamy na lepsze jutro.




Summer don't know me no more
Eager man, that's all

Summer don't know me no more
He just let me love in myself
'Cause I do know, Lord,
from you that
Just died, yeah

I saw that day,
Lost my mind
Lord, I'm fine
Maybe in time
You'll want to be mine

Don't stop the buck when it comes
It's the dawn, you'll see

Money won't get there
Ten years passed tonight
You'll flee

If you do that,
I'll be someone
To find you

I saw that day,
Lost my mind
Lord, I'm fine
Maybe in time
You'll want to be mine

I saw that day,
Lost my mind
Lord, I'm fine
Maybe in time
You'll want to be mine
Maybe in time
You'll want to be mine
Maybe in time
You'll want to be mine

piątek, 21 stycznia 2011

night 61 - Beirut - "St Apollonia"

Tym razem subtelnie o przemijaniu i świętej Apolonii bez zębów na przedzie. Kto o niej dziś pamięta?





All these saints that I move without
I lose without a name
All these saints, they move without
They moved without again
Well, all these places will lose without
They lose without a name

czwartek, 20 stycznia 2011

night 60 - Lady & Bird / Marylin Manson - "Suicide is Painless"

‎Życie obrzydło mojej duszy, jak mawiał Hiob, więc piosenką na dziś zostaje hymn wszystkich samobójców. W oryginale - Johnny Mandell. Nie mogłam się zdecydować, którą wersję coverową zaprezentować, więc załączam dwie.








Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...

[REFRAIN]:

that suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make

all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...

[REFRAIN]

The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
so this is all I have to say.

[REFRAIN]

The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I'm beat
and to another give my seat
for that's the only painless feat.

[REFRAIN]

The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...

[REFRAIN]

A brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
is it to be or not to be
and I replied 'oh why ask me?'


'Cause suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
...and you can do the same thing if you please.

środa, 19 stycznia 2011

night 59 - The Streets - "Dry your eyes"




In one single moment, your whole life can turn 'round
I stand there for a minute staring straight into the ground
Looking to the left slightly then looking back down
World feels like it's caved in, proper sorry frown
Please let me show you how we could only just be for us
I can change and I can grow or we could adjust
Wicked thing about us is we always have trust
We can even have an open relationship if you must
I look at her she stares almost straight back at me
But her eyes glaze over like she's looking straight through me
Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity
When they open up she's looking down at her feet

Dry your eyes, mate, I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes, mate, I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now, it's over

So then I move my hand up from down by my side
Shaking, my life is crashing before my eyes
Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies
Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh
Cuz I can't imagine my life without you and me
There's things I can't imagine doing, things I can't imagine seeing
It weren't supposed to be, easy, surely
Please please begging please
She brings her hand up towards where my hands rested
She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she's blessed with
She peels away my fingers looks at me and then gestures
By pushing my hand away to my chest, from hers

Dry your eyes, mate, I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes, mate, I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now, it's over

And I'm just standing there
I can't say a word
Cuz everything's just gone
I've got nothing
Absolutely nothing
Trynna pull her close out of bare desperation
Put my arms around her trynna change what she's saying
Pull my head level with hers so she might engage in
Look into her eyes to make her listen again
I'm not going to fucking just fucking leave it all now
Cuz you said it'd be forever and that was your vow
And you're going to let our things simply crash and fall down?
You're well out of order now, this is well out of town
She pulls away my arms are tightly clamped round her waist
Gently pushes me back as she looks at me straight
Turns around so she's now got her back to my face
Takes one step forward, looks back and then walks away

Dry your eyes, mate, I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes, mate, I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now, it's over

I know in the past I found it hard to say
Telling you things but not telling straight
But the more I pull on your hand and say
The more you pull away

Dry your eyes, mate, I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes, mate, I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now

night 58 - Charlotte Gainsbourg - In the end

Miałam wczoraj ochotę na Charlottę, niestety laptop się zawieruszył w czeluściach biblioteki. Oto zatem smutna, ale urocza piosenka na wczoraj. Ech, naprawdę jestem w tym niezła :)





Help me to see
What it's all coming to
Crumbs on the table
And mud on these shoes
Treading so long
I can't see where we've been
Tracks on the trail
And nails digging in

Who's to say it's all for the best in the end

Some hands will rob you
And some hands will beg
Some say they'll stay
Til the last dying day
But if actions can't speak
And words cannot do
What ten thousand armies
Can't even fight through

Who's to say it's all for the best in the end
Who's to say it's all for the best in the end

poniedziałek, 17 stycznia 2011

night 57 - The Presets - "If I Know You"

Dziś banalnie: zdrada i rozczarowanie. Bywa i tak.





Clever liar, foolin' us all
Never thought I'd work it out
How could I have known it was ever about you boy?
Now there's nothin' to say, cos there's no words
And we're not talkin' anyhow
You must have known I was never to doubt you boy

If it was so fine, it was so good
Oh you're unbelievable
All this time I've been living without you boy
But not your lyin'
It felt so good, the world don't know
Now they'll never find out
How all these years she must've been beside you boy
Don't forget that I

Was the one that you found
And if I know you
You'll find me someplace new
I hope I never, I hope I never have to
We're a waste of time
And if I know you, learned long ago it's true
I hope I never, I hope I never have to

Go and explain, explain it again, boy that this all started
Found you lying in the arms of another girl
So stop your crying
Day after day, year after year
Far too long it lasted
You must have thought I was nothing without you boy
Don't forget that I

Was the one that you found
And if I know you
You'll find me someplace new
I hope I never, I hope I never have to
We're a waste of time
And if I know you, learned long ago it's true
I hope I never, I hope I never have to

And tonight, if we learn that the world's on fire
I guess I'll turn to you
I hope I never, I hope I never have to

I fail to find
So hard to find
And I can't find a way for you and I to go on like this.

I'm always learning things the hard, hard, hardest way.

Cos I was the one, that you found
And if I know you, you'll find me someplace new
I hope you never, I hope you never get to

Tonight, if we learn that the world's on fire
I guess I'll turn to you
I hope I never, I hope I never have to

niedziela, 16 stycznia 2011

night 56 - Hooverphonic - "Circles"

W kontekście niniejszego utworu pozwolę sobie zacytować pewną spokrewnioną panią psycholog: "Karuzela nie jest środkiem transportu. Niby jest jakieś złudzenie ruchu i postępu, ale suma sumarum na końcu trzeba się wyrzygać." Kręcimy się w kółko. Sad but true.





Move on
You better move on
You're walking in circles

Move on
You better move on
You're walking in tiny circles

But now it is too late
There's way too much pressure
We both lost that little faith

So move on
You better move on
You're walking down in circles

Move on
You better move on
You're walking in tiny circles

But now it is too late
There's way too much pressure
We both lost that little faith
So move on

Chorus:

Nothing feels the same as it did
Enter this old game
You've got to learn to love yourself
And move on

sobota, 15 stycznia 2011

night 55 - Broadcast - "Tears In The Typing Pool"

Trish Keenan, wokalistka Broadcast zmarła 14 stycznia 2011 o 9:00 rano na zapalenie płuc. Na ostatniej płycie zespołu, wydanej w 2005 roku zaśpiewała dla swojego ojca piękną piosenkę o umieraniu. (thx to Patrick)





Succumb to the line
The finishing time
The long distance runner
Has stopped on the corner
But i won't give up
Although i've stopped too

Before the end of me and you
The patchwork explains
The land is unchanged

Interpret the rooms
My tears in the typing pool
The letters are sighing
The ink is still drying
I told you the truth
And now i sigh too

The page turns on me and you
Across that white plain
The land is unchanged

piątek, 14 stycznia 2011

night 54 - Patrick Wolf - "Demolition"

Żadnych perwersji, smutek w czystej postaci.




since i met you. this house has started to decay
and every wall that once was clean has turned a shade of grey.

so much to rescue. so much you just cant understand
now the streets are dark and empty and the problems in our hands.

i cant leave you. see back home my house is falling down.
i cant leave you. and back home my house is falling down

since i met you. my basement has started to bleed
the floors are all collapsing. still i'm begging to be free

czwartek, 13 stycznia 2011

night 53 - She Wants Revenge - "These Things"

Bez względu na to czy piosenka traktuje o uzależnieniu od seksu, narkotyków, i rock'n'rolla, o zimnych suczach, molestowaniu seksualnym, pedofilii czy po prostu o toksycznych związkach (cóż za pole do interpretacji) - bez wątpienia jest niezbyt wesoła. Chociaż teledysk niezmiennie mnie kręci. Prawdopodobnie powtarzam SWR, ale nie chce mi się sprawdzać.





There's nothing to see here, people, keep moving on.
Slowly their necks turn, and then they're gone,
No one cares when the show is done.
Standing in line and it's cold and you want to go.
Remember a joke so you turn around
There's no one to listen, so you laugh by yourself.

I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts.
She's in the bathroom - she pleasures herself.
Says I'm a bad man. She's locking me out.
It's cause of these things.
It's cause of these things.
Let's make a fast plan. Watch it burn to the ground.
I try to whisper so no one figures it out.
I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed.
It's cause of these things.
It's cause of these things.

The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rain
Lovers hold hands to numb the pain
Gripping tightly to something that they'll never own
And those by themselves by choice or by some reward
No mistakes, only now you're bored
This is the time of your life but you just can't tell.

I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts.
She's in the bathroom - she pleasures herself.
Says I'm a bad man. She's locking me out.
It's cause of these things.
It's cause of these things.
Let's make a fast plan. Watch it burn to the ground.
I try to whisper so no one figures it out.
I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed.
It's cause of these things.
It's cause of these things.

I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts.
She's in the bathroom - she pleasures herself.
Says I'm a bad man. She's locking me out.
It's cause of these things.
It's cause of these things.

środa, 12 stycznia 2011

night 52 - Placebo - "Meds"

Wyjątkowo bez Alison, żeby było smutniej. Zniknął też seks, dragi i komplikacje...




I was alone, falling free,
trying my best not to forget,
what happened to us, what happened to me,
what happened as i let it slip.

I was confused by the powers that be,
forgetting names and faces,
Passers by, were looking at me,
as if they could erase it.

Baby...did you forget to take your meds?
Baby...did you forget to take your meds?

I was alone, staring over the ledge,
Trying my best not to forget,
all manner of joy, all manner of glee,
and our one heroic pledge.

How it mattered to us, how it mattered to me,
and the consequences.
I was confused, by the birds and the bees,
forgetting if i meant it.

Baby..did you forget to take your meds?
Baby..did you forget to take your meds?
Baby..did you forget to take your meds?
Baby..did you forget to take your meds?

And the sex and the drugs, and the complications.
And the sex and the drugs, and the complications.
And the sex and the drugs, and the complications.
And the sex and the drugs, and the complications.

Baby..did you forget to take you meds?
Baby..did you forget to take you meds?
Baby..did you forget to take you meds?
Baby..did you forget to take you meds?
Baby..did you forget to take you meds?
Baby..did you forget to take you meds?

I was alone, falling free, trying my best not to forget.


A tu wersja właściwa:


wtorek, 11 stycznia 2011

night 51 - The XX - "Teardrops"

Smutek w wersji light, czyli klasyka w nowym, klimatycznym wykonaniu. Czuję się trochę nieswojo, gdy poprawia mi się nastrój ;)




Whenever I hear goodbyes, reminds me baby of you
I break down and cry, next time I'll be true, yeah
Fever for lost romance reminds me baby of you
And I took a crazy chance
Next time I'll be true,
I'll be true, I'll be true, I'll be true

Footsteps on the dance floor reminds me baby of you
Teardrops in my eyes, next time I'll be true, yeah
Whispers in the powder room
"She cries on every tune, every tune, every tune"

And the music don't feel like it did
And the music don't feel like it did
And the music don't feel like it did with you

When I'm dancin' 'round, reminds me baby of you
And I really let you down, next time I'll be true
I'll be true, I'll be true, I'll be true

Footsteps on the dance floor
reminds me baby of you
Teardrops in my eyes, next time I'll be true, yeah
Whispers in the powder room
"She cries on every tune, every tune, every tune"

And the music don't feel like it did
And the music don't feel like it did
And the music don't feel like it did with you

poniedziałek, 10 stycznia 2011

night 50 - Cool Kids Of Death - "Zdelegalizować szczęście"




Kiedy już spaliłem wszystko
Każde kolorowe pismo
Wszystkie zdjęcia modelek
Każdy miłosny list
Nic się nie wydarzyło
Końca świata nie było
Żaden żandarm nie przyszedł i nie walnął mnie w pysk

Żądam żeby jak najprędzej zdelegalizować szczęśćie
Wolność niech w paragrafach karę śmierci ma
Unieważnić abolicję stworzyć tajną policję
I szczęśliwej miłości tropić każdy ślad

Żądem żeby jak najprędzej zdelegalizować szczęśćie /x2

niedziela, 9 stycznia 2011

night 49 - Beck - "Lost Cause"

Biedny, biedny Beck...




Your sorry eyes cut through bone
Make it hard to leave you alone
Leave you here wearing your wounds
Waving your guns at somebody new

Baby, you're a lost
Baby, you're a lost
Baby, you're a lost cause

There's too many people you used to know
They see you coming
They see you go
They know your secrets
And you know theirs
This town is crazy
Nobody cares

Baby, you're a lost
Baby, you're a lost
Baby, you're a lost cause

I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause

There's a place where you are going
You ain't never been before
No one laughing at your back now
No one's standing at your door
That's what you thought love was for

Baby, you're a lost
Baby, you're a lost
Baby, you're a lost cause

I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause

sobota, 8 stycznia 2011

night 48 - David Bowie - Space Oddity

Urodzin Bowiego nie można zignorować. Nie potrafiłam sama wybrać najsmutniejszej piosenki, więc zdałam się na oficjalne rankingi i fora internetowe. Piosenka o kosmicznej samotności. W sumie nawet pasuje.





Ground control to Major Tom
Ground control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five
Four, three, two, one, liftoff

This is ground control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is Major Tom to ground control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell me wife I love her very much
(She knows)

Ground control to Major Tom
Your circuits dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you . . .

Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do

piątek, 7 stycznia 2011

night 47 - The Raveonettes - "Lust"




I fell out of heaven
To be with you in hell
My sin's not quite seven
Nothing much to tell

Lust I haven't craved
A sainted boy im not
I'll take it to my grave
A side cursed on rot

I ride this ropes alone
Beneath the sulfur sky
Everywhere I roam
Life is one big lie

When the fireball goes down
Out by LA waste
I come into town
But only for a day

If starving in bed means
A pray for you to understand
The man cure is sleek
But lust holds my hand

I stumbled and I cry
I pounce with no revenge
At least I never lied
Or took the truth to rail

czwartek, 6 stycznia 2011

night 46 - Republika - "Śmierć na pięć"




kolejny kot
wyskoczył oknem
a za kotem pies
za nimi koń
i przyszła kolej na mnie
skaczę razy pięć

skoczył kot
a za kotem pies
za nim koń
a za koniem ja
razy pięć
skaczę razy pięć
nie ma cię
samobójczy pęd

kolejny pstrąg
wyskoczył z wody
a za pstrągiem karp
za nimi ja
bo w wodzie też wystąpił
nagły ciebie brak

najpierw pstrąg
a za pstrągiem karp
potem ja
po mnie morski koń
morski pies
a na końcu kot
nie ma cię -
samobójczy zew

skoczył kot
a za kotem pies
za nim koń
a za koniem ja
razy pięć
skaczę razy pięć
nie ma cię
wyskakuje świat

najpierw pstrąg
a za pstrągiem karp
potem ja
po mnie morski koń
morski pies
a na końcu kot
nie ma cię -
moja śmierć na pięć

skoczył kot
a za kotem pies
za nim koń
a za koniem ja
razy pięć
skaczę razy pięć
nie ma cię
wyskakuje świat

najpierw pstrąg
a za pstrągiem karp
potem ja
po mnie morski koń
morski pies
a na końcu kot
nie ma cię -
moja śmierć na pięć

środa, 5 stycznia 2011

night 45 - Земфира "Красота"

Zemfira to taka rosyjska Björk (co akurat niekoniecznie słychać w tym kawałku). Obrazek słaby, ale jedyny z pełną wersją utworu. Chociaż osobiście wolę wersję live (tam dla odmiany brzmi jak Obywatel G.C.;) Piosenka w literalnym rozumieniu o samotności w deszczu. Wiadomo jednak, że im krótszy tekst tym więcej w nim treści.





Какая красота: дождь идёт
Я одна, на тротуарах пузыри
Я считаю их, я не знаю вас
Больше

wtorek, 4 stycznia 2011

night 44 - Manic Street Preachers - "Too Cold Here"

Strona B singla "Revol".




Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly
You soon wish you couldn't see at all
Tortured in the mind, six voices alone
Futile gestures, emotionless groans

Everyone asks what's wrong but what's right
And a cute lie makes everything uptight
To kill your dream before it's considered
To live in silence, airless closet, no vision

It's easier to make love to a stranger
Than to ask a friend to call
Suspicion knows nothing
And is known for not much at all
Much at all

Too cold here
Ten years of bleeding inside
Always look for walls
To lean beside

Too cold here
Ten years of bleeding its eyes
Always look for shade
To cover your eyes

Self-pity yourself is so shallow
I'm so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone
Whiskey mac aroma, peace of mind
Hello Mr Samson, you can clean my soul

Wake up sighing mass for the bleeding
Never share sadness, mine, no man prays painless
Coalescing, mine are hidden rooms
Cannot give anything, I never could

Prison, it's only four walls but sometimes
The mind is the smallest prison of all
Offering there upon offering
As a ball with a touch feels through its fall
Through its fall

Too cold here
Ten years of bleeding inside
Always look for walls
To lean beside

Too cold here
Ten years of bleeding its eyes
Always look for shade
To cover your eyes

poniedziałek, 3 stycznia 2011

night 43 - She Wants Revenge - Killing Time

Bardzo spodobała mi się jedna z wielu interpretacji tekstu tej piosenki: "It's about a teen romance going to the toilet."
Na swój sposób smutne. ;)





He's losing the girl now
His feelings overwhelm her so
but nobody told her
that's not always such a bad thing

It started in whispers
came in when she had her man
swept her away fast
and said, "there's been a change of plans"

At first she was spellbound
hanging on his every word
Every touch perfect
she could kiss him all night
but he's no longer the bad guy
now he's just her boyfriend
she doesn't know how to tell him
my dear, there's been a change of plans

She turns the phone off hide behind little lies
and shuts the blinds, turns the lights slow laying low
she tells herself that he won't mind, he'll never mind
and says goodbye but he can't hear it killing time

She's losing the boy now
her feelings they pushed him away
even though he had mentioned
this time we'd like to take it slow
she tried to get inside
he was having none of that
then she started to pull back
she knew she had to change her plan

soon it worked in a chase
all the way he wanted her
but after they made love
he got a little gun-shy
now he's frightened to call her
she tries to play the waiting game
But then she just couldn't take it
she knew she had to change her plan

He turns the phone off hide behind little lies
and shuts the blinds, turns the lights slow laying low
he tells himself that she won't mind, she'll never mind
and says goodbye but she can't hear it killing time

[awesome music]

x4
I'll stand witness to this prosecution
crossing your fingers could they save me the damn sight
mixed emotions, giggles as the tears dry
I need attention and she needs a solution

niedziela, 2 stycznia 2011

night 42 - Fiona Apple - Never Is A Promise

Dużym plusem tego bloga jest fakt, że kiedy brakuje mi słów, mogę po prostu wstawić piosenkę. Bez komentarza.




You'll never see the courage I know
Its colors' richness won't appear within your view
I'll never glow - the way that you glow
Your presence dominates the judgments made on you
But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch; I see from greater heights
I understand what I am still too proud to mention - to you
You'll say you understand, but You don't understand
You'll say you'd never give up seeing eye to eye
But never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie
You'll never touch - these things that I hold
The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own
You'll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown - to you
You'll say, Don't fear your dreams, it's easier than it seems
You'll say you'd never let me fall from hopes so high
But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie
You'll never live the life that I live
I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night
You'll never hear the message I give
You'll say it looks as though I might give up this fight
But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights
I realize what I am now too smart to mention - to you
You'll say you understand, you'll never understand
I'll say I'll never wake up knowing how or why
I don't know what to believe in, you don't know who I am
You'll say I need appeasing when I start to cry
But never is a promise and I'll never need a lie

sobota, 1 stycznia 2011

night 41 - Iamx - "S.H.E."




You have been left alone
The creature of innocence
You lie for what you're worth
And struggle with your confidence

And when your devil complains
And tears you up, to start again
And when you're lying on your stage
And nothing works, just living hurts

Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion
Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion

And so we meet again
To players in a puppet show
Don't cry for audience
There's noone that can take you home

And when your devil complains
And tears you up, to start again
And when you're lying on your stage
And nothing works, just living hurts

Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion
Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion
Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion

Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion
Forget, forget
With the secret harmonic emotion

night 40 - If I Had A Heart / Blinding by Florence + The Machine

If I had a heart I would love you. If I had a voice I would say I promise you the stars up above you, promise you my gold diamond ring.


Intro zainspirowane równie smutną i piękną piosenką połówki duetu The Knife, Karin Dreijer Andersson alias Fever Ray. Jednak Florence śpiewa o smutkach bliższych memu sercu, więc chwilowo wybieram ją. Czy lepiej trwać w półśnie czy przeżywać ból przebudzenia? To jeden z tych życiowych dylematów, który nie ma dobrego rozwiązania. Inna rzecz, że pobudka bywa zazwyczaj niespodziewana, więc właściwie nie mamy nawet szansy wybierać.




Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realise that it was you who held me under

Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back
Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

Snow White's stitching up the circuitboards
Synapse slipping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up the circuitboard

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

Snow White's stitching up the circuitboards
Synapse slipping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up the circuitboard
Synapse slipping through the hidden door