poniedziałek, 28 listopada 2011

night 306 - Red House Painters - Mistress (piano version)



the light color in the room
the sunshine seeping in
doesn't mix with the black of
death's angel looming in
i've had enough of the
brutal beatings and name callings
to lose me to this bed
bruised internally
eternally
your praise little gifts you spent your money
and stuffed me with
didn't amount to anything
the attention i need is much more serious
a kind of weight you couldn't lift
even if your cheap career
depended on it
i need someone much more
mysterious
to be my miss
to be my mistress

niedziela, 27 listopada 2011

night 305 - O'Brother - Ascension




We sat in silence.
I spoke of leaving.
And from the floor, I tried to crawl away
with my arms all but succeeding.
I'll water your grave and watch it grow
into a bed of lies you sewed in life
living long after you are gone.

All in all, we're dust and bone
so we'll dig our graves before we're old enough to
lie in them.
We'll spread our ash amongst the dirt
to soil the seed that breeds the earth
so we can live again.

So wait for me to bloom. x2

Stay.
We're a garden fed from the blood
left in your veins
So stay with me or I'll shrivel and dry out.

Wait for me to bloom.

Stay.
We're a garden fed from the blood
left in your veins
So stay with me or I'll shrivel and dry out.

Stay.Stay. Stay.

piątek, 25 listopada 2011

night 304 - Jack White - Love Is Blindness (U2 Cover)




Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me
Take my heart
It's is blindness
In a parked car
In a crowded street
You see your love
Made complete
Thread is ripping
The knot is slipping
Love is blindness
Love is clockworks
And cold steel
Fingers to numb to feel
Squeeze the handle
Blow out the candle
Love is blindness
Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me
Take my heart
It's blindness
A little death
Without mourning
No call
And no warning
Baby a dangerous idea
That almost makes sense
Love is drowning
In a deep well
All the secrets
And no one to tell
Take the money
Honey
It's blindness
Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me
Take my heart
It's... blindness

czwartek, 24 listopada 2011

night 303 - Gabriel Bruce - Sleep Paralysis




You wouldn’t believe the things that I have seen / I wouldn’t expect you to, you’ve never been asleep / I got this feeling I were dead / And there’s nothing more / Across the sea, there was perfect symmetry / There’s an island just like this / A person just like me / You couldn’t conceive, the possibilities.

niedziela, 20 listopada 2011

night 301 - Stateless 'I'm On Fire' feat. Shara Worden

night 300 - The Veils - "Sun Gangs"





Some say you'll never
be gone forever
some say there's music where you go

I've no faith in my heart
tell two apart
ocean above from sky below

Where I am going you can't save me

Don't wake me honey
for love nor money
I have no more I can pay
'til we're here alone
and the seeds have been sown
and night returns to break the day

Where I am going you can't save me

Where I am going you can't save me, yeah

Seed a dreamin
boxed a screamin
the world to love
the right to know

Now I hear violence(Violins?)
out from the silence
don't want me love?
then let me go


Where I am going you can't save me

Where I am going you can't save me

Where I am going you can't save me, yet

wtorek, 15 listopada 2011

night 296 - Okkervil River - A Stone

Generalnie w piosence chodzi o to, że kobiety najczęściej pragną jednocześnie co najmniej dwóch wykluczających się nawzajem rzeczy...





Hot breath,
Rough skin,
Warm laughs and smiling,
The lovliest words,
Whispered and meant
You like all these things.

But, though you like all these things,
You love a stone.
You love a stone,
Because it's smooth and it's cold.
And you'd love most,
To be told,
That it's all your own.

You love white veins,
You love hard grey,
The heaviest weight,
The clumsiest shape,
The earthiest smell,
The hollowest tone,
You love a stone.

And I'm found too fast,
Called too fond of flames,
And I'm phoning my friends,
And I'm shouldering the blame,
While you're picking pebbles,
Out of the drain,
Miles ago.
And you're out singing songs,
And I'm down shouting names,
At the flickerless screen,
Going fucking insane.
Am I losing my cool,
Overstating my case?
Well, baby what can I say?

You know I never claimed,
That I was a stone.
And you love a stone.
You love white veins,
You love hard grey,
The heaviest weight,
The clumsiest shape,
The earthiest smell,
The hollowest tone,
You love a stone.

You love a stone,
Because it's dark and it's old,
And if it could start,
Being alive,
You'd stop living alone.

And I think I believe that,
If stones could dream,
They'd dream of being laid,
Side-by-side,
Piece-by-piece,
And turned into a castle,
For some towering queen,
They're unable to know.

And when that queen's daughter
Came of age,
I think she'd be lovely
And stubborn and brave,
And suitors would journey,
From kingdoms away,
Just to make themselves known.

And I think that I know,
The bitter dismay,
Of a lover who brought,
Fresh brouquets every day,
When she turned him away,
To remember some knave,
Who once gave,
Just one rose,
One day,
Years ago.

poniedziałek, 14 listopada 2011

night 295 - The Brian Jonestown Massacre-Open Heart Surgery

Tekst piosenki wydaje się być raczej optymistycznym i przepełnionym nadzieją, jednak wsłuchując się w żałosne zawodzenie wokalisty podskórnie wyczuwamy, że osoba do której kierowane jest miłosne wyznanie ma je głęboko w... niewłaściwym miejscu i nic dobrego z tej całej operacji na otwartym sercu nie wyniknie. Poza dobrą, smutną piosenką oczywiście.





i feel like letting you know
how much i love you today
i feel like letting it show
showing you rightly now
and never going away

i know you're feeling real low
calling on all my
i want to make it ok
i want to show you i know
and it will be all fine
i want to take it away
take it away

i thought i'ld write you this song
maybe i'd make you smile
and take your sadness away
hey
i want to show you i love
love love you a long time girl
i'm never going away
hey,
hey
hey
hey

niedziela, 13 listopada 2011

night 294 - PJ Harvey - Who Will Love Me Now




In the forest, is a monster
It has done terrible things
So in the wood, it's hiding
And this is the song it sings

Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will say to me
"You are my desire, I set you free?"

(Who will love me now?)

Who will forgive and make me live again?
Who will bring me back to the world again?

In the forest, is a monster
And it looks so very much like me
Will someone hear me singing?
Please save me, please rescue me

Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will say to me
"You are my desire, I set you free?"

Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will say to me
"You are my desire, I set you free?"

(Who will love me now?)
(Who will ever love me?)

Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?

czwartek, 10 listopada 2011

night 293 The Black Keys - Lengths




tell me where you're goin
what is goin wrong
I felt you leavin
before you'd even gone
hold me now
never ever hold me again
no more talk
can take me from this pain I'm in
pain I'm in

see the moonlight shinin
on your window pane
see it leave you
as faithful as it came
please yourself so you
don't have to be afraid
make amends
or carry on another way
another way

tell me what you were thinkin
treat somebody so
the care he took
the lengths to which he'd go
coals are hot to walk
across without your shoes
but in the end
know that you got nothin to lose
nothing to lose

czwartek, 3 listopada 2011

night 290 - Low - Especially Me



cry me a river
so i can float over to you
the bearer to deliver the news
i'm over the moon
and underfoot
all these elixirs would be moot

'cause if we knew where we belong
there'd be no doubt where we're from
but as it stands, we don't have a clue
especially me and probably you

you've fallen in a slumber
just wake one more time
to miss or put asunder
would be a crime
some songs feel like butter
some songs sound like cake
this little number is for your sake

'cause if we knew where we belong
there'd be no doubt where we're from
but as it stands, we don't have a clue
especially me and probably you

'cause if we knew where we belong
there'd be no doubt where we're from
but as it stands, we all need the truth
especially me and probably you
definitely you