dissabte, 28 de novembre del 2015

"SHILOH TOWN"
MARK LANEGAN 



 It is so cold in Shiloh Town
Birds can hardly sing
Pretty girls gonna leave the town
They won't be back 'til spring

War is done they've come back home
But they're the ones that lost
See a man and a woman alone
Was it worth the cost?

I'll sing hallelujah
You'll sing hallelujah
We'll all sing hallelujah
When they arrive at home

Sun is out it's hot to today
Children all come out to play
Some are quick to come back home
Others, gone to stay

Gets so cold in Shiloh Town
Birds can hardly sing
Pretty girls gonna leave the town
They won't be back 'til spring

I'll sing hallelujah
You'll sing hallelujah
We'll all sing hallelujah
When they arrive at home.

dimecres, 25 de novembre del 2015

"WHEN IT'S IN YOU"
(METHAMPHETAMINE BLUES)"
MARK LANEGAN 


"THE WILD PEOPLE"
MARK LANEGAN 



 My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven
I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm going where the wild people living
Gone where the wild, wild people living
So long alone, close to the bone

They kill the messenger, they kill the taxman waiting in line
They kill the passenger where the train and taxi collide
A holiday has come, my mind has escaped into hiding
I've shot away my life, out where the wild people riding
Out where the wild, the wild people riding
So long alone, close to the bone

Mama mama ma please, please don't kill the messenger man
Mama mama ma please, please don't kill the passenger man
Saturday I'm sick, I’m sick with a virus descending
Burn sunday to the quick, to the quick with a match on a mile long stick

My sin, my sin is done and it won't be forgiven
I'm gone, I'm gone
I'm gone where the wild people living
Gone where the wild, wild people living
So long alone, close to the bone

Mama mama ma please, please don't kill the messenger man
Mama mama ma please, please don't kill the passenger man.
"GENER A LLANÇÀ"
MARIA ÀNGELS ANGLADA 


 Recorda aquell diumenge de gener, ran del mar,
ja florit de mimoses resplendents, amb els arços
plens d'estrelles rosades
i el corb marí eixugant-se al sol, ales esteses.
Cridadissa d'infants, al jardí, i una branca
d'ametller. L'escalfor
dels tions a la llar quan el capvespre allarga
les ombres dels xiprers, part de fora, i dels pins.

dimecres, 18 de novembre del 2015

"LA CARA NOROESTE"
McENROE 



 Hoy voy a bailar alrededor de esta fuente
para intentar encontrarte entre la gente;
hoy voy a escalarte por la cara noroeste
para intentar esta vez no caerme.

Soy un animal lleno de deseo,
soy un animal que por ti me muero.
Y al anochecer, cuando el sol se va
persiguiéndote, yo me iré detrás.

Extraña forma de vivir,
estar pensando siempre en ti;
extraña forma de morir,
vivir pensando en ti.

Hoy voy a cantar las canciones de tu vida
para intentar que no te sientas perdida.

Soy el hombre que aún sigue esperando,
soy el hombre que aún sigue soñando
que al anochecer, cuando el sol se va
persiguiéndome, tú vendrás detrás.

Extraña forma de sentir,
estar pensando siempre en ti;
extraña forma de morir,
vivir pensando en ti.

dimarts, 10 de novembre del 2015

"PUSH AND PULL (ALL THE TIME)"
PROMISED LAND SOUND 


"NORTHERN COUNTRY SCENE"
PROMISED LAND SOUND


dilluns, 9 de novembre del 2015

"SHE TAKES ME THERE"
PROMISED LAND SOUND


dijous, 5 de novembre del 2015

"HAVE MERCY"
THE SHEEPDOGS 


"FUTURE NOSTALGIA"


FANTÀSTIC el nou àlbum dels canadencs The Sheepdogs.
Un plaer inacabable... 
"WHERE I CAN ROAM (REPRISE)"
THE SHEEPDOGS


"PLASTIC MAN"
THE SHEEPDOGS 


"JIM SULLIVAN"
THE SHEEPDOGS 


"BAD LIEUTENANT"
THE SHEEPDOGS 



 
"BROKEN BOTTLES AND CHANDELIERS"
GUY GARVEY 



 Heartbreak big and in fact
I hit my head off every stand
But in her eyes the approaching years
All broken bottles and chandeliers

Put eyes on the skyline
There's bliss in the kiss of the sunshine

Oh the moon is a list and a truth
And the stars take that feeling they do
When I drank like a baby and cried
I kissed the world, I curled up and died

With less of this night time
There's bliss in the kiss of the sunshine
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh

She bought the house down on to my bed
But she couldn't keep her hands from my hair
She had a wraith-like hold on my heart
But I didn't buy a word that she said

Oh it wasn't that right
There's bliss in the kiss of the sunshine
I come down on my side
There's bliss in the kiss of the sunshine

But in her eyes the approaching years
All broken bottles and chandeliers
"BELLY OF THE WHALE"
GUY GARVEY 


Del primer àlbum en solitari del líder dels britànics Elbow.
Molt bones sensacions. Qualitat i sensibilitat.

 That house broke my back
That house I built skinned my knuckles
That house I built picked my pockets
And buckled every joint
It pointed from youth and any truth I knew
Towards a painted sundial breaking the horizon
It isn't mine, that house, that house I built I realised
Turn my eyes to barnacles beneath eleven hearts of daily shame

I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth
and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth
and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth
and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth
and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale

That house I built skinned my knuckles
That house I built picked my pockets
And buckled every joint
It pointed from youth and any truth I knew
Towards a painted sundial breaking the horizon
It isn't mine, that house, that house I built I realised
Turn my eyes to barnacles beneath eleven hearts of daily shame

I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth
and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth
and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth
and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth
and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale.