poniedziałek, 28 lutego 2011

night 99 - Unbelievable truth - "Who's to know"

Generalnie Andy Yorke (w dowolnej konfiguracji) i brytyjska odmiana country to nie moja bajka, ale strasznie się wczoraj spłakałam przy tej piosence. Smutny jest los mniej zdolnego i mniej przystojnego brata...




I never was a true believer
I never asked you to come with me
You can find your own way home
You cannot use my indecision
Belated promises of wisdom
You can find your own way home
Who's to know
You don't live here anymore
Who's to know
You don't live here anymore
Your home is out there somewhere
I hope you find it
'Cause nobody is going to help you
Hope you find it
Hope you find it in time
I can't accept the things you gave me
They would only suffocate me
You can find your own way home
Who's to know
You don't live here anymore
Who's to know [who's to know]
You don't live here anymore
Your home is out there
Somewhere
Hope you'll find it
'Cause nobody is going to help you
Hope you find it
Your home is out there somewhere
Your home is out there
I hope you'll find it
Hope you find it in time

niedziela, 27 lutego 2011

night 98 - Violent Femmes - "Nothing Worth Living For..."

Weekend umarł, mamy poniedziałek, żyć się odechciewa. Rozpaczliwe wołanie o pomoc bez nadziei na odzew w wykonaniu Violent Femmes znakomicie oddaje nastrój tego wieczoru. Ponadto mam migrenę.





There's nothing worth living for tonight
Tell me that there's something worth living for tonight
Don't let me down
Don't let me drown
The pain is somewhere very close to me

sobota, 26 lutego 2011

night 97 - Super Girl & Romantic Boys - Spokój

Właściwie to też byłaby piosenka na wczoraj, gdyby nie to, że jest na dzisiaj :) Do smutnych piosenek można również tańczyć.

night 96 - Piano Magic "Help me warm this frozen Heart"

Smutna piosenka na wczoraj. Zimno.




Outside, the fairground in snow,
revolves like a waltz, funeral slow
And summer has gone, collapsed like a chair
Like the heart of a bird, a bell on the air

Inside, the wireless in snow
The orchestra drowns, funeral slow
And autumn has gone and with it the bloom -
the harvest of stars, like moths to the moon
Help me warm this frozen heart

czwartek, 24 lutego 2011

night 95 - The Black Heart Procession - "Waterfront (The Sinking Road)"

Może się wydawać, że poszłam na łatwiznę wybierając BHP (cóż za uroczy skrót), ale naprawdę przesłuchanie ciągiem kilkunastu piosenek o maltretowaniu mięśnia sercowego to nie jest bułka z masłem. Wybrałam utwór najbardziej uniwersalny i najmniej oczywisty.





this is a sinking anchor that we hold so dear
were you worn out from the start cut out and never replaced
you held at arms length
you so afraid
you by the waterfront
you still alive
you move away
you want to wash away what ills your heart
you stand by the waterfront never sure of your choice
this is a sinking road that we all travel on
you by the waterfront
you swollen with a crime

środa, 23 lutego 2011

night 94 - Modest Mouse - "Manic Depressive Named Laughing Boy"

Smutna piosenka z serii tych bardziej pokręconych. Tytuł właściwie mówi wszystko. "Laughing boy" to znaczenie imienia Isaac, co może świadczyć o tym, iż tekst głęboko dotyczy problemów emocjonalnych jego autora. Zima sprzyja stanom depresyjnym, więc bez bicia przyznaję się, że na chwilę obecną jest mi ten utwór bardzo bliski (szczególnie w okolicznościach grypy i zimnego kaloryfera). Dzisiaj listonosz przyniósł mi klucze do mieszkania, które zostawiłam w zamku skrzynki na listy...




So you brush you hair down
and you let your makeup dry
Stupid
and you let the ball drop
Why did you do it?
Why did you do it?
and you let your bridges burn
with your Secretive Timing
She(He?)Was a Manic Depressive Named Laughing Boy
Named Laughing Boy

wtorek, 22 lutego 2011

night 93 - Borderline - rare Sufjan Stevens song

Czy wiecie, że istnieje lista piosenek o zaburzeniach psychicznych? Całkiem długa lista. Niektórzy artyści pojawiają się na niej wielokrotnie, m.in. Sufjan Stevens. Jako osoba chwiejna emocjonalnie wybrałam oczywiście smutną piosenkę o zaburzeniu szczególnie mi bliskim ;)




Oh, there is a house
A wonderful lover
A satisfied hole
Hope isn't a word
A sudden said brother
And what do you care?
And I'll take the pictures
If you stay in bed
I'll run down the park
If you put up your head

Don't put up your borderline
Don't put up your borderline

Oh, there is a house
A wonderful lover
And what do you care?
Four or five years ago
I wouldn't believe it
I wouldn't receive it
And I'll take the stiches
You put in my head
I'll run down the ark
If you put up your head

Don't put up your borderline
Don't put up your borderline

Borderline
Borderline

It feels like I'm going to lose my mind
It feels like I'm going to lose my mind

night 92 - Tom Waits - "Lonely"

Piosenka na wczoraj (niestety pokonała mnie grypa). Liryczny Tom w jednej z najsmutniejszych piosenek o samotności i tęsknocie za utraconą miłością.





Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place.
Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place.

I thought that I knew all that there was to, lonely, lonely, lonely...

Melanie Jane, won't feel the pain.
Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely eyes, lonely lonely in your place.

And I thought that I knew all that there was to
Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely eyes, lonely lonely in your place, and
I still love you, I still love you, lonely, lonely...

niedziela, 20 lutego 2011

night 91 - James Blake - "A Case Of You" (Joni Mitchell cover)

Piosenka o tym, że miłość uzależnia i szkodzi zdrowiu. Ku przestrodze.





Just before our love got lost you said
I am as constant as a northern star
And I said, constantly in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar

On the back of a carton coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time that you told me, you said
Love is touching souls
Surely you touched mine
Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed

Oh but you are in my blood you're my holy wine
You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

sobota, 19 lutego 2011

night 90 - Rufus Wainwright - "The Maker Makes"

Po prostu smutna piosenka o niespełnionej miłości. Od dawna przymierzałam się do Rufusa, ale chciałam wybrać coś intymnego, o możliwie niskiej zawartości patosu...




One more chain I break
to get me closer to you
One more chain does the maker make
to keep me from bustin' through

One more notch I scratch
to keep me thinkin' of you
One more notch does the maker make
upon my face so blue

Get along little doggies, get along little doggies

One more smile I fake,
'n try my best to be glad
One more smile does the maker make,
because he knows I'm sad

Oh Lord, how I know,
Oh Lord, how I see,
that only can the maker make a happy man of me

Get along little doggies, get along little doggies, get along

piątek, 18 lutego 2011

night 89 - Cat Power - "Maybe Not"

Smutna piosenka o naszej ułomnej wolności. Na klasyczny protest song zbyt gorzka i mało zadziorna, więcej w niej ironii niż wiary. Robimy, co możemy, ale jedyne, co naprawdę możemy, to pomarzyć sobie. Może jeszcze ewentualnie się pomodlić ;)




There's a dream that I see, I pray it can be
Look cross the land, shake this land
A wish or a command
I Dream that I see, don't kill it, it's free
You're just a man, you get what you can

We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We can all be free
Maybe not in words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind

Listen to me, don't walk that street
There's always an end to it
Come and be free, you know who I am
We're just living people

We won't have a thing
So we'd got nothing to lose
We can all be free
Maybe not with words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind

You've got to choose a wish or command
At the turn of the tide, is withering thee
Remember one thing, the dream you can see
Pray to be, shake this land

We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We won't have a thing
So we've got nothing to lose
We can all be free
Maybe not with words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind

But with your mind

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/cat_power/#share

czwartek, 17 lutego 2011

night 88 - Death Cab For Cutie "What Sarah Said"

Znalezione w kategorii: "piosenki, które doprowadzają Cię do łez". Rzeczywiście to jeden z utworów, które chętnie opatrzyłabym ostrzeżeniem "wyłącznie dla słuchaczy o mocnych nerwach". Autor tekstu stawia dosyć radykalną tezę na temat istoty prawdziwej miłości, niewątpliwie skłaniającą do głębokiej refleksji, która może nie być przyjemna.
So who's going to watch you die?




And it came to me then
That every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself
That I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth
I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous paces bracing for bad news
Then the nurse comes around and everyone lifts their head
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said
That love is watching someone die

So who's going to watch you die
So who's going to watch you die
So who's going to watch you die

środa, 16 lutego 2011

night 87 - FAITH NO MORE - "Stripsearch"

Jak trwoga to do Boga, w tym przypadku do Mike'a Pattona. Tekst tak enigmatyczny, że właściwie pasuje do każdego smutnego tematu, od prozaicznego bólu egzystencjalnego, po problemy z uzależnieniem od narkotyków na przykład. Niewątpliwie jednak podmiotowi lirycznemu jest w życiu ciężko i samotnie. Moim osobistym zdaniem rozważa on jakiś wyjątkowo trudny coming out. Boli go wszechobecne zakłamanie, hipokryzja i fałszywy wstyd.



It's over today
The heat is gone
Time is gone
F for fake
I feel no wrong
Hide no wrong
I love this place
The lights....
Under this face
So dry....

Only way to change
Give yourself away
Don't be ashamed
Next in line; close one eye
Just walk by

In these days
I'm breathing stone, crying stone
I'll win this race
I'll leave alone, arrive alone
Love this place, the lights...
Under this face, so dry...

Stripped to the bone
I did no wrong
Truth is my name
Give yourself away

night 86 - The Postal Service - "Nothing Better"

Zalegam z piosenką za wczorajszy wieczór, więc pozwolę sobie przemycić kolejną banalną piosenkę o rozstaniu. Tym razem ona rzuca jego, a on histeryzuje. Chociaż podobno mężczyzna nie histeryzuje tylko cierpi :) W przeciwieństwie do kobiety oczywiście.




Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs
And repair this broken heart
That you're deserting for better company?
I can't accept that it's over
I will block the door
Like a goalie tending the net
In the third quarter of a tied-game of rivalry

So just say how to make it right
And I swear I'll do my best to comply

Tell me am I right to think
That there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride
And slowly growing old together?

I feel I must interject here
You're getting carried away
Feeling sorry for youself
With these revisions and gaps in history
So let me help you remember
I've made charts and graphs
That should finally make it clear
I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave

So please back away and let me go

I can't, my darling, I love you so

Tell me am I right to think
That there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride
And slowly growing old together

Don't you feed me lines
About some idealistic future
Your heart won't heal right
If you keep tearing out the sutures

I admit that I have made mistakes
And I swear I'll never wrong you again

You've got a lure I can't deny
But you've had your chance so say goodbye
Say goodbye

poniedziałek, 14 lutego 2011

night 85 - Queens Of The Stone Age - "I never came"

Dla odmiany małe oszustwo. Owszem, piosenka jest smutna niezależnie od tego w jakim kluczu się ją odczytuje (romantycznym bądź erotycznym), ale tak naprawdę wszyscy cieszymy się, że najseksowniejszy Rudzielec świata z ekipą wyrusza wiosną w trasę :D Na razie po Stanach, ale rodzi to pewne nadzieje... ♥




When you say it's dead & gone
Yes, I know you're wrong

Cut & slash, sharpest knife
It won't die

Poison cup, drank it up
It won't die

No fire, no gun, no rope, no stone
It won't die

Why you gotta shove it in my face
As if you put me in my place
Cause I DON'T CARE
If you or me is wrong or right
Ain't gonna spend another night,
In your bed...
In your bed...

Laws of man, are just pretend
They ain't mine

Love so good, love so bad
It won't die

Some talk too long, they know it all
I just smile & move on

Words ain't free, like you & me
I don't mind...

Why'd you have to be so mean & cruel,
The dogs are loose i'm on to you
You ball & ...
Chained together from the dawn to dusk,
Can't call it leavin, cause it's just

I never came...

niedziela, 13 lutego 2011

night 84 - Eels - "Elizabeth on the bathroom floor"

Zdania co do tego czy Elżunia była rodzoną siostrą Pana E., czy tylko jego przyjaciółką z sierocińca są podzielone, prawdą jest jednak, że ostatecznie udało jej się popełnić samobójstwo. Poniższą piosenkę Pan E. napisał dla niej po pierwszej, nieudanej próbie. Najwyraźniej nie poprawił jej nastroju. Trochę niepokoi mnie fakt, że podłoga łazienki jest również moim ulubionym miejscem kontemplacji życiowych porażek...




Laying on the bathroom floor
Kitty licks my cheek once more
And I could try
But waking up is harder
when you wanna die

Walter's on the telephone
Tell him I am not at home
'Cause I think that I am going
To a place where I am always high

My name's Elizabeth
My life is shit and piss

sobota, 12 lutego 2011

night 83 - Ellie Goulding - "The Wolves" (Bon Iver cover)

Nie, żebym nie lubiła dziewczyńskich piosenek Ellie, ale to jest jednak poważne wyzwanie, więc sięgnęłam po poważniejszy repertuar, czyli cover Bon Iver. Z damskim głosem jakoś bardziej się identyfikuję.




Someday my pain, someday my pain
Will mark you
Harness your blame, harness your blame
And walk through

With the wild wolves around you
In the morning, I'll call you
Send it farther on

Solace my game, solace my game
It stars you
Swing wide your crane, swing wide your crane
And run me through

And the story's all over you
In the morning i'll call you
Can't you find a clue when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue

What might have been lost -
Don't bother me

piątek, 11 lutego 2011

night 82 - Sara Lov - "Fountain"

Smutna piosenka śpiewana z uśmiechem. Taka prosta, a tyle w niej cudownych dwuznaczności.




Fountain, fountain
We are the same
Fountain, fountain
We are the same

You with the water, and me with the pain
Turning it over again and again

Don't you wish you could throw your pennies back at them?
Don't you wish you could throw your pennies back at them
Back at them
At them

Fountain, Fountain
We are the same
Fountain, Fountain
We are the same

All that anyone ever has for you
Are the things you reflect back to them

Don't you wish you could throw your pennies back at them?
Don't you wish you could throw your pennies back at them?
Back at them
At them

Fountain, fountain
We are the same
Fountain, fountain
We are the same

It is so beautiful how you remain

czwartek, 10 lutego 2011

night 81 - Peter Doherty - "Broken Love Song"

Co prawda nigdy nie byłam dosłownie w sytuacji, o jakiej śpiewa Pete, ale słowa piosenek mają ten urok, że można je interpretować na wiele różnych sposobów. Samotność, alienacja, tęsknota i takie tam smutne rzeczy na dziś...




Take a broken love song
Keep it by your side
Never be lonely
Find a place to hide

By the west way
Inside the scrubs
How long must we wait?
For they're killing us?
Killing us

Oh
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
Still

Through my cell window
Hear the loft boys sing
Come on you R's
Carried on the wind

Every morning
I'll be singing
Like a caged bird who might say
John, Paul, George and Ringo
Help me pass the hours away

Free as a bird
Would I be
Another dawn creeps up on me
On me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
Still

Letters from faceless haters
That'd love to
See my swinging in my cell
Oh I never saw a man
who looked like such a wistful eye,
upon the little tent of blue prisoners
call the sky

They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
Still

środa, 9 lutego 2011

night 80 - Stereophonics - "I miss you now"

Nie lubię Stereophonics prawie tak bardzo, jak nie lubię Oasis, więc dzisiejszy wybór świadczy o pewnej dozie desperacji i zmęczenia. W każdym razie kawałek jest smutny, traktuje o bólu egzystencjalnym i o tym, że autor tekstu spieszy się kochać ludzi, gdyż tak szybko odchodzą. Przepraszam za pewną dozę cynizmu w ostatnich notkach, ale nie można się dać zwariować przecież ;)




I feel I wanna hold you, wanna tell you that you'll be alright
Sang this song today, it's recalling your pictures all in my mind
I miss you now
I miss you now
Although we're getting old now my old friends gonna leave me and die
I'm helpless, it's gonna get us before we get this, I wanna kiss you goodbye
I miss you now
I miss you now
I miss you now

I feel I wanna hold you, wanna tell you that you'll be alright
I'm helpless, it's gonna get us before we get this, I wanna kiss you goodbye
I miss you now
I miss you now
I miss you now

wtorek, 8 lutego 2011

night 79 - Mark Lanegan - "Tonigh"

Wczoraj było Afghan Whigs coverujące Czarnoksiężnika z Oz, dzisiaj odwracamy sytuację i oto Mark Lanegan coverujący Afghan Whigs. Trzymamy się jednak tematu molestowania i przemocy wobec kobiet - tym razem w roli agresora: wampir krwiopijca ;) Oczywiście można też tekst rozumieć bardziej metaforycznie, ale na jedno wychodzi - miłość to najprostsza droga do piekła.




Hey baby, there's a vampire moon
scaling the sky.
Shine in your room...
Your eyes are open.
You got nothing to do.
Come outside and play with me.
Tonight...
Follow me down to the bushes dear.
No one will know.
We'll disappear.
I'll hold your hand.
We'll never tell -
our private little trip to hell.
Tonight...
Can i walk you home tonight?

poniedziałek, 7 lutego 2011

night 78 - Afghan Whigs - "If I Only Had a Heart"

Piosenka o blaszanym drwalu bez serca, który jednakowoż doskonale potrafi POZOROWAĆ uczucia i bajeruje biedną Dorotkę. "Oj, jaki jestem smutny, jak mi tu nic nie pika pod karoserią... ale jakby pikało, to wiesz..." Jak widać już nawet małe dziewczynki mają prze... kichane.




When a man's an empty kettle
He should be on his mettle
And yet I'm torn apart
Just because I'm presumin'
That I could be a human
If I only had a heart

I'd be tender, I'd be gentle
And awful sentimental
Regarding love and art
I'd be friends with the sparrows
And the boy that shoots the arrows
If I only had a heart

Picture me a balcony
Above a voice sings low

Wherefore art thou, Romeo?

I hear a beat, how sweet!

Just to register emotion, jealousy, devotion
And really feel the part
I could stay young and chipper
And I'd lock it with a zipper
If I only had a heart

niedziela, 6 lutego 2011

night 77 - Sonic Youth - "Tunic" (Song for Karen)

Wybieranie smutnej piosenki z repertuaru Sonic Youth zajęło mi 1,5 godziny (nie, to nie rekord:). Zdecydowałam się na piosenkę o Karen, która umiera na anoreksję i spotyka w niebie Elvisa. Kolejna opowieść o tym, że życie bywa smutniejsze niż śmierć. Do tego prawdziwa.



Dreaming
dreaming of a girl like me
hey what are you waiting for?
feeding
feeding me?

i feel like i'm disappearing
getting smaller every day
but i look in the mirror
and i'm bigger in every way

she said
you aren't never going anywhere
you aren't never going anywhere
i ain't never goin' anywhere
i ain't never goin' anywhere

i'm in heaven now
i can see you Richard

goodbye Hollywood, goodbye Danny
hello Janis, hello Dennis, Elvis
and all my brand new friends
i'm so glad you're all here with me
until the very end

dreaming
dreaming of how it's supposed to be
but now this tunic's spinning
around my arms and knees

i feel like i'm disappearing
getting smaller every day
but when i open my mouth to sing
i'm bigger in every way

she said
you are never going anywhere
you are never going anywhere
i aint' never goin' anywhere
i aint' never goin' anywhere

hey mum look
i'm up here
i finally made it
i play in a drumsband too
don't be sad
the band doesn't sound half bad
and i remember mum
what you said
you said honey
you look so underfed

[lots of background talking (incomprehensible)]

another green salad
another ice tea
there's a tunic in the closet
waiting just for me

i feel like i'm disappearing
getting smaller every day
but i look in your eyes
and i'm bigger in every way

she said
you aren't never going anywhere
you aren't never going anywhere
i ain't never going anywhere
i ain't never going anywhere

goodbye Richard
got to go now
i'm finally on my own
but then i start again
keep your lovelights glowing
little girl's got the blues
i can still hear mama say
honey don't let it go to your head

night 76 - Tricky feat. PJ Harvey - "Broken Homes"

Piosenka na wczoraj. Rzecz o przemocy domowej i złych mężczyznach robiących złe rzeczy kobietom (a są jacyś inni?). Chciałam wrzucić wersję live, ale Tricky na żywo wypada blado, zwłaszcza przy kobiecie.





Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.

Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.

We loose our voice more each year,
Maybe we won't bring soon
Is there cancer in the throat ?
No stress

Maybe it's supposed to kill the success

Because success needs killing

Murder is media
False laugh,
Forged autograph,

First my body, now my corpse

Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Alive is pain, Murder is fame,

And if you're famous you may get acquitted
If you did it

There's no where to runaway

Damn you I hope you pay

And finish the day to day
Games we play

Those men will brake your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.

I'ma stay at home

And talk on the telephone

There's nothing in this world I want from you,
Don't fool yourself, I won't cry....
You're too scared to live
Too quick to die

Those men will brake your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will brake your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.

Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Those men will break your bones,
Don't know how to build stable homes.
Stable Homes
Those men will break your bones,
Stable homes
Those men will break your bones,
Stable homes.
Those men will break your bones

piątek, 4 lutego 2011

night 75 - Mew - "She Spider"

Piosenka bardzo energetyczna, ale, jak by na to nie patrzeć, traktująca o rozstaniu dwojga ludzi, co samo w sobie jest rzeczą smutną, choć czasem konieczną i w dłuższej perspektywie - korzystną.





After we go to sleep
Our sun rise
I will make it the truth of painfully
Helping me cover up things
I wish I never had found

Confident
Tangled up in a nice life
With the spider in you
Watching in
Disregard
You live a nice life
With the spider and you

I saved myself
For someone somewhere's sweet caress
Something goes wrong
And all I sought was happiness

Confident
Tangled up in a nice life
Put the spider in you
Watching in
Disregard
You live a nice life
With the spider and you

I saved myself
For someone somewhere's Sweet caress
Something goes wrong
And all I sought was happiness
And so
In right wing fashion
We'll nurture xenophobia
And be strong
In right wing fashion
With paste and generosity
Because no one is safe
From someone somewhere's Sweet embrace
And so I have simply decided to dislike you now

czwartek, 3 lutego 2011

night 74 - "Interlude" - Morrissey and Siouxsie

Smutna piosenka o miłości, mnie też smutno.
Każda wyszperana piosenka mnie zaskakuje. Ciągle się zastanawiam czy jestem taka dobra w tej dyscyplinie, czy to po prostu takie łatwe.




Time is like a dream
And now, for a time, you are mine
Let's hold fast to the dream
That tastes and sparkles like wine

Who knows (who knows)
If it's real
Or just something we're both dreaming of
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love


Loving you
Is a world that's strange
So much more than my heart can hold
Loving you
Makes the whole world change
Loving you, I could not grow old


No, nobody knows
When love will end
So till then, sweet friend ...


Time is like a dream
And now, for a time, you are mine
Let's hold fast to the dream
That tastes and sparkles like wine


Who knows (who knows)
If it's real
Or just something we're both dreaming of ?
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love

night 73 - Sigur Ros - (Untitled) "Vaka"

Powiedzieć, że wracam do życia, to może zbyt wiele, ale zbieram się powoli... W każdym razie dziś znowu czeka mnie nadrabianie zaległości. Jeżeli koniec świata będzie miał soundtrack, to Sigur Ros zabrzmi zaraz po nim. Jest w tej piosence jakaś iskierka nadziei, Vaka (nieoficjalny tytuł) to imię córki Orriego, a jednak to jeden z najbardziej depresyjnych utworów jakie znam



yu sigh low tonight
you're so alone
you're so
you sigh low tonight
you're so alone
you're so
you're so low
you're so alone
you're so
you sigh low
you sigh low
you're so
(you're so)

you sigh low tonight
you're so alone
you're so
you sigh low tonight
you're so alone
you're so
you're so low
you're so alone
you're so
you sigh low
you sigh low
you're so

wtorek, 1 lutego 2011

night 72 - Pulp - "This Is Hardcore"




You are hardcore, you make me hard
You name the drama and I'll play the part
It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream
I like your get-up if you know what I mean
I want it bad
I want it now
Oh, can't you see I'm ready now.
I've seen all the pictures, I've studied them forever
I wanna make a movie so let's star in it together
Don't make a move 'til I say "Action."
Oh, here comes the Hardcore life
Put your money where your mouth is tonight
Leave your make-up on and I'll leave on the light
Come over here babe and talk in the mic
Oh, yeah I hear you now
It's gonna be one hell of a night
You can't be a spectator, oh no
You got to take these dreams and make them whole
Oh, this is Hardcore
There is no way back for you
Oh this is Hardcore
This is me on top of you
And I can't believe it took me this long
That it took me this long
This is the eye of the storm
It's what men in stained raincoats pay for
But in here it is pure, yeah
This is the end of the line
I've seen the storyline played out so many times before
Oh that goes in there
Then that goes in there
Then that goes in there
Then that goes in there
And then it's over
Oh, what a hell of a show
But what I want to know
What exactly do you do for an encore?
Cos this is Hardcore