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Entrades per Brett Dennen

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 20:25:00 +0000

Feia temps que tenia ganes d'anar a un concert d'en Brett Dennen, i per fi el proper 9 de novembre hi anirem :)

Poso una cançó del seu nou disc Hope for the Hopeless.

Heaven - Brett Dennen

Beyond the rules of religion, the cloth of conviction,
above all the competition where fact and fiction meet;
there's no colour lines, casts or classes.
There's no fooling the masses.
Whatever faith you practise, whatever you believe...

Oh, heaven, heaven.
What the hell is heaven?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?

Throw away your misconceptions,
there's no walls around Heaven.
There's no codes you gotta know to get in,
no minutemen or border patrol.
You must lose your Earthly possessions,
leave behind your weapons.
You can't buy your salvation and there is no pot of gold.

Heaven, heaven.
What the hell is heaven?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?

Heaven ain't got no prisons,
no government, no business,
no banks or politicians,
no armies and no police.

Castles and cathedrals crumble,
pyramids and pipelines tumble.
The failure keeps you humble
and leads us closer to peace.

Heaven, heaven.
What the hell is heaven?
Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?

Is there a home for the homeless?
Is there hope for the hopeless?

Altre cop!

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 19:54:00 +0000

Ara feia tant de temps que no actualitzava aquest bloc... que ni me'n recordava de quina era la temàtica... però en general era anar posant cançons que m'hagin marcat, ja sigui per la qualitat que hi trobu o pel moment en que les he escoltat.

Avui posaré una cançó que vaig sentir l'altre dia a un programa de TV3, l'Ànima on dos desl co-directors del festival de música Faraday en van fer una versió. Aquesta cançó és diu Songs of Love de The Divine Comedy que va ser l'artista que va obrir el cartell d'aquest festival.

Songs of love - The Divine Comedy

Pale, pubescent beasts, roam through the streets
And coffee-shops, their prey gather in herds
Of stiff knee-length skirts, and white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate, my type hibernate
In bedrooms above, composing their songs of love

Young, uniform minds, in uniform lines
And uniform ties, run round with trousers on fire
And signs of desire, they cannot disguise,
While I try to find words, as light as the birds
That circle above, to put in my songs of love

Fate doesn't hang, on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends, on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time, let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love

Fate doesn't hang, on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends, on the tone of your voice
So let's sing while we still can, while the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love, beautiful songs of love

2 mesos després

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 10:19:00 +0000

Doncs després de dos mesos sense escriure res al bloc, torno amb alguns canvis (tots bons).

Posaré una cançó BRUTAL amb majúscules! de la Norah Jones, i crec que no cal dir res més :)

Somewhere over the rainbow - Norah Jones

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high,

And the dreams that you've dreamed of

Once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Bluebirds fly,

And the dreams that you've dreamed of

Dreams really do come true.

Someday i'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the clouds are far

Behind me.

Where troubles melts like lemon drops

High above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Bluebirds fly.

And the dreams that you dare to..

Oh why, oh why can't i?

Well, i see

Trees of green and red roses too,

I'll watch them bloom for me and you

And i think to myself,

What a wonderful world.

Well i see,

Skies of blues and, clouds of white,

And the brightness of day, i like the dark

And i think to myself,

What a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces of people passing by

I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do

They're really saying i... I love you.

I hear babies cry, i watch them grow

They'll learn much more than really know

And i think to myself

What a wonderful world.

Someday i'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the clouds are far

Behind me.

Where troubles melt like lemon drops

High above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high,

And the dreams that you dare to

Oh why, oh why can't i?

Tornem a l'activitat!

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Sat, 11 Oct 2008 11:34:00 +0000

Després de força temps sense escriure al blog... avui finalment he pensat que hi havia d'escriure, i com que últimament se m'ha enganxat una cançó d'un cantant que es diu Ben Lee, he pensat que tornaria amb aquesta cançó...

El vídeo és una mica freak, l'ha fet un tiu que pel que veig a la seva pàgina del youtube té un pilot de cançons on l'escenari del videoclip és dins d'un videojoc.

Catch My Disease - Ben Lee

My head is a box full of nothing

and that's the way I like it

My garden's a secret compartment

and that's the way I like it

Your body's a dream that turns violent

and that's the way I like it

The winter is long in the city

and that's the way I like it

So please

baby please

Open your heart

Catch my disease

I was backstage in Pomona

and that's the way I like it

She drank beer with coca-cola

and that's the way I like it

She told me about the winds from Santa Anna

and that's the way I like it

She told me she loved me like fireworks

and that's the way I like it

So please

baby please

Open your eyes

Catch my disease

So please (PLEASE!)

baby please

Come on

Catch my disease

Catch it

Na na na na na na na na na

They play Good Charlotte on the radio

and that's the way I like it

They play Sleepy Jackson on the radio

and that's the way I like it

I hear Beyonce on the radio

and that's the way I like it

cos that's the way I like it

and they play me on the radio (whoo!)

and that's the way I like it

So please

baby please

Open your heart

and catch my disease

So please

baby please

Come on

Catch my disease

(catch my disease)

nanananananananana

(catch my disease)

nanananananananana

(catch my disease)

nanananananananana

(catch my disease)

S'acaben les vacances

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 18:27:00 +0000

Doncs finalment... s'estant acabant... com aquell qui diu avui és l'últim dia, ja que demà és cap de setmana normal. El balanç d'aquests dies de festa en tema viagtes és pobre... molt pobre :P excursió cap aquí i cap allà però no he marxat enlloc. A veure si l'estiu que ve és possible anar a Mallorca :)

Pel que fa a les tibades ha sigut imparable! cada dia sí no és via, és rocòdrom i sino bloc! Avui mateix per acabar de trencar tots els músculs hem anat a Savassona a destrossar-nos una mica... es nota l'entrenament diari al roco ja que ha anat molt millor que l'última vegada :)

Posaré una cançó d'un grup que es diuen We Are Scientists, que es diu Impatience i s'ha de reconèixer que ho sóc.. i molt però estic aprenent a no ser-ho i és que al final te n'adones que quan menys busques una cosa més aviat la trobes?!

Impatience - We Are Scientists

I'm not calming down.
What's this all about?
All I know is I don't need this tone you're taking.

Forget what I said.
For every promise kept
there's a thousand I don't even know I'm making.

So it's time to stop being so impatient.
It's time to stop being so impatient.

Your philosophy
is totally lost on me.
With a promise I don't mean to have you waiting.

That attitude
won't do any good
when the problem's only as you, as you've made it.

So it's time to stop being so impatient.
It's time to stop being so impatient.

Why not try to take it down?
You're gonna have to wait this out
or tell me now
where the fuckin' fire is.

Your philosophy
is totally lost on me.
With a promise I don't mean to have you waiting.

That attitude
won't do any good
when the problem's only as you, as you've made it.

So it's time to stop being so impatient
Well it's time to stop being so impatient
You're so impatient
You're so impatient
You're so impatient

Ja m'ha arribat l'àlbum de Let's Whisper

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 09:54:00 +0000

Doncs sí! fa uns dies vaig comprar un cd d'un grup anomenat Let's Whisper a la discogràfica Wee POP! per un preu molt mòdic (5,22 €) :)

I ja tinc el pack i aquest inclou:

CD de música
Lletres de les cançons
Targeta d'agraïment
Targeta dient-me el # de cd que tinc (sóc el 33 de 160 que hi ha)
Adhesiu
Xapa
Caramel de llimona :P
Sobre

Tot està fet a mà! molt bó! i el disseny genial!
Aquest cop no posaré cap vídeo perquè no n'he trobat a enlloc :( però si voleu escoltar-los ho podeu fer a través del seu MySpace.

Setmana curta!

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 22:23:00 +0000

Doncs sí! aquesta setmana serà més curta! ;-) (almenys per la gent que treballa a Girona) ja que divendres és festa. Comencem la setmana rebentats després d'un fabulós diumenge a Sadernes! Banyada als gorgs, tibada fins a altes hores... dia complet!

Dimarts l'aniversari de la Brígida! (FELICITATS!!!!), vàrem anar a sopar a el cul de la lleona (molt bó tot).

La cançó que poso avui és de l'Adele, i es diu Tired encara que és una altre mena de cansament... em recorda que la vàrem sentir pujant cap a Sadernes i avui a la feina l'he tornat a escolar a ICat FM.

Tired - Adele

Hold my hand while you cut me,
It had only just begun but now its over now,
And your in the playing cold,
I'm between the middle watching hastiness unfold,
On my eyes you were smiling in the spotlight,
Dancing with the night when I fell off your mind

Im tired of trying,
Your teasing aint enough,
Fed up of buying your time,
When I dont get nothing back,
And for what?
And for what?
And for what?
When I dont get nothing back,
Oi Im tired!

Where d'you go when you stayed behind?
I looked up and inside down and outside,
Only to find a doulble taking punching heartache,
Laughing at my smile,
I get closer and you obviously prefer her

Im tired of trying,
Your teasing aint enough,
Fed up of buying your time,
When I dont get nothing back,
And for what?
And for what?
And for what?
When I dont get nothing back,
Oi Im tired!

I should have known,

Nevermind said your open arms
I couldnt help the leap that tripped me back into them,
Even though

Im tired of trying,
Your teasing aint enough,
Fed up of buying your time,
When I dont get nothing back,
And for what?
And for what?
And for what?
When I dont get nothing back,
Oi Im tired!

P.D.: El videoclip no té gaire moviment... escenifica completament el cansament :P

Algun dia...

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 22:09:00 +0000

Acabant el diumenge... després d'un bon cap de setmana! el divendres va ser l'aniversari de la Laia (FELICITATS!!), vam gaudir d'un sopar a casa la Laia i en Pitu i després un petit toc a la terrassa del cu-cut on una tempesta d'estiu ens va fer una visita i ens vam anar ajuntant fins que ja no vam poder més i vam decidir que potser ja seria hora de retirar-nos :)

Dissabte va tocar anar a tibar una estona! aquest cop vam anar a Beuda, (ressenyes pdf), un lloc molt guapo i més a prop que Sadernes, llàstima que no tingui gorgs per banyar-se! El temps va acopmanyar fins al final, just al recollir cordes va començar a caure gotes, la meva corda ens va jugar una mala passada i es va quedar enganxada al fer-la baixar (sí, és que li va agradar molt el lloc...) finalment tiba per aquí, tiba per allà va acabar baixant. Finalment per totes les experiències passades ens vam merèixer una cerveseta al bar del poble.

Diumenge, tot encegat m'he aixecat amb ganes d'anar a tibar més... com que tot estava moll, l'últim recurs sempre és el roco, i allà és on he passat tot el matí... potser he forçat massa la màquina però què hi farem l'encegada era molt gran! Per la tarda hem anat al cine... i a més a veure una peli de diumenge tarda! sisi... Indiana Jones! i s'ha de reconèixer que m'ha agradat, té els seus punts d'humor :) també és una mica flipada... però ja he dit que era peli de diumenge per la tarda...

Ara la cançó que poso... és d'un grup que últimament torno a escoltar més, són els Death Cab for Cutie, i precisament aquesta és una de les cançons que he fet servir més per relaxar-me i adormir-me... no havia vist el videoclip fins avui! el trobo genial i realment és així com funciona... pot passar una cosa, una altre però sempre ens acabem refent :)

Bon inici de setmana a tots i totes!

Someday You Will Be Loved - Death Cab for Cutie

I once knew a girl in the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer, all beauty and truth
But in the morning I fled, left a note and it read
"Someday you will be loved"

I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Because each broken heart will eventually mend
And as the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved, you'll be loved
Like you never have known
And the memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved

You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And every time tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
And someday you will be loved

You'll be loved, you'll be loved
Like you never have known
And the memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved, you'll be loved
Like you never have known
And the memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
Someday you will be loved

El dilluns enllestit

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 21:04:00 +0000

Avui tenia ganes de posar una cançó i no sabia quina... ha estat buscant per la meva biblioteca en mode aleatori que m'ha sonat aquesta! i només en sentir-la he vist que havia de ser la protagonista d'aquest post.

Els dilluns sempre són difícils i més si vens d'una setmana de 3 dies :) finalment vam anar a tibar a Sadernes, encara que tibar el que és tibar jo no ho vaig poder fer gaire... estava molt aplatanat i era incapaç d'aixerca-me :/ de fet dos vies que vaig provar no vaig ser capaç ni de sortit! quin lluç jeje anava amb uns massa pro i pobre de mi... Sort que després ho vam arreglar amb una remullada als gorgs!

La cançó: Batiscafo Katiuskas d'Antònia Font. Va que ja hem passat un dels díes difícils! això està fet! ;-)

Batiscafo Katiuskas - Antònia Font

Batiscafo monoplaça,
es teu focus a s'abisme
de ses aigües insondables
només tu les averigües.

Batiscafo socialista
redactant informe tràgic,
camarada, maquinista
a institut oceanogràfic.

Batiscafo solitari
dus un ruting planetari.

Retxes de sol atravessen blaus marins,
ses algues tornen verdes i brillen ses estrelles,
que ja s'ha fet de nit i es plàncton s'il·lumina
i cantes ses balenes a 30.000 quilòmetres d'aquí.

Retxes de sol atravessen blaus marins,
ses algues tornen verdes i brillen ses estrelles,
que ja s'ha fet de nit i es plàncton s'il·lumina
i canten ses sirenes aproximadament per no existir.

Batiscafo socialista
redactant informe tràgic,
catedràtic Yuri Puscas
a institut oceanogràfic.

Batiscafo katiuscas
fas un atles visionari.

Retxes de sol atravessen blaus marins,
ses algues tornen verdes i brillen ses estrelles,
que ja s'ha fet de nit i es plàncton s'il·lumina
i cantes ses balenes a 30.000 quilòmetres d'aquí.

Retxes de sol atravessen blaus marins,
ses algues tornen verdes i brillen ses estrelles,
que ja s'ha fet de nit i es plàncton s'il·lumina
i canten ses sirenes aproximadament per no existir.

El color és vida

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 19:59:00 +0000

Avui tampoc tinc gaires paraules, però feia temps que volia posar una cançó de Death Cab for Cutie, i aquesta em va de perles :)

Una setmana curta, després d'un fantàstic cap de setmana al Cap de Creus, ara només queda esperar què ens portarà aquest cap de setmana... segurament una tibadeta cap a Sadernes ;-)

A Lack of Color - Death Cab for Cutie

And when I see you
I really see you upside down
But my brain knows better
It picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around
Turns you around

If you feel discouraged
When there's a lack of color here
Please don't worry lover
It's really bursting at the seams
Absorbing everything
The spectrum's A to Z

This is fact, not fiction
For the first time in years
All the girls in every girlie magazine
Can't make me feel any less alone
I'm reaching for the phone

To call at 7:03
And on your machine, I slur a plea
For you to come home
But I know it's too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay

This is fact, not fiction
For the first time in years...

De ruta pel Cap de Creus

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 11:28:00 +0000

Doncs sí! aprofitant aquest pont anirem de ruta amb btt pel Cap de Creus. De tant en tant és bó trencar el ritme de les tibades que els dits ja m'estaven avisant, i aprofitarem per fer petites rutes circulars per la costa. Què millor que un cap de setmana d'esport & relax ;-)

Avui poso una cançó que el ritme em fa pensar justament amb això.. en marxar, en descobrir nous llocs i en desconnectar una mica de la vida de cada dia (a veure si s'aconsegueix) . La cançó és d'en Jason Mraz i es diu I'm yours.

I'm yours - Jason Mraz

Well you dawned on me and you bet I felt it
i tried to be chill but you so hot that i melted
i fell right through the cracks and i'm tryin to get back
before the cool done run out i'll be givin it my bestest
and nothin's gonna stop me but divine intervention
i reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some

but i won't hesitate no more, no more
it cannot wait i'm yours

well open up your mind and see like me
open up your plans and damn you're free
look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me
i like peaceful melodies
it's your god forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved

oh i won't hesitate no more, no more
it cannot wait i'm sure
there's no need to complicate
our time is short
this is our fate, i'm yours

i've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror
and bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer
my breath fogged up the glass
and so i drew a new face and laughed
i guess what i'm a sayin'is there ain't no better reason
to rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons
it's what we aim to do
our name is our virtue

and i won't hesitate no more, no more
it cannot wait, i'm sure
there's no need to complicate
our time is short
it cannot wait (this is our fate), i'm yours

well open up your mind and see like me
open up your plans and damn you're free
look into your heart and you'll find the love love love love
listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me
i love one big family
it's our god forsaken right to be loved, love
well open up your mind and see like me
open up your plans and damn you're free
look into your heart and you'll find the love love love love
listen to the music of the moment people dance with me
i like peaceful melodies
it's our god forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved

so please don't complicate no more, no more
this is our fate, i'm sure
so don't, please don't hesitate, the sky is yours
this is your fate, i'm yours

Quant esperes una cosa i en passa una altra

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 20:11:00 +0000

Feia temps que esparava un videoclip... i finalment l'han tret :) és d'un grup que es diu Oh Laura. Encara nosé com no havia posat cap cançó d'aquest grup :s és extrany perquè em tenen ben facinat. En conec d'una que em sembla que es despertarà cada dia escoltant aquesta cançó ;-)

Aquest cap de setmana prou bé! llàstima que havia de fer un temps i n'ha fet un altre, sí és ben bé que el temps és com la vida... que esperes que passi una cosa i al final en passa un altre, però igual que a la vida algun dia acaba sortint el sol! i em sembla que aquest proper dimecres li toca!

Release me - Oh Laura

i am the wilderness locked in a cage
i am a growing force you kept in place
i am a tree reaching for the sun
please dont hold me down
please dont hold me down
i am a rolling wave without the motion
a glass of water longing for the ocean
i am an asphalt flower breaking free
but you keep stopping me
release me
release me
i am the rain that's coming down on you
that you shielded yourself from with a roof
i am the fire burning desperately
but you're controlling me
release me
release me

Un cap de setmana ennuvolat... però igual de bó!

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Thu, 29 May 2008 21:24:00 +0000

Doncs sí! aquest cap de setmana va ser un no parar!! justament el divendres mateix marxa cap a l'Esquirol! a veure en Kalle :) com no em va portar a veure món a la plana... a sopar a la tratoria... després a fer un mojito al clot dels romans i.... finalment al Paster! nosé què té aquella sala que m'agrada tant ;-)

Era nit de concert, estaven tocant uns anglesos que feien un funk espectacular (de fet el que ho feia espectacular era tot l'espectacle que duient :P, el tiu del teclat ben sonat!). El grup es deia Phat Fred. Tota una nit de futbolins a la narkosala.. si és que no hi havia deu que els treies els fanàtics de la bola de guix! Unes cerveses més, uns xuts més (sempre parlant del futbolín) i se'ns va fer tard... quan vam anar a la sala principal a veure el genero no quedava res, havíem fet tard a les rebaixes i tot :P vam decidir posar punt i final i tirar cap a l'Esquirol!

L'endemà un gran dinar :) la mare d'en Kalle una gran cuinera mmmm gazpacho i fideus :D~ ben dinat vam trucar a l'elf per nar fer uns xulins més (no n'haviem tingut prou la nit anterior :P) i entre futbolins i tivades a la màquina de fer dits com botifarres el dia es va aclarir... i doncs.. què millor que anar-ho a acabar de matar tot fent unes tivades! i així dit i fet cap a savassona, uns blocs genials, unes bones tivades i molta tècnica (la que em falta :P)

Marxar de la plana per tornar cap a Celrà, on hi havia festa al Cívik, un sopar deliciós, i unes actuacions boníssimes (aupa miguelito!), mojitos molt ben preparats i molt bon ambient!

Diumenge... concert amb la coral polifònica de Figueres a l'esglèsia i arrossada popular a Sant Llorenç! llàstima que la pluja va esguerrar això últim i tothom es va menjar l'arrós a ca seu.

La mateixa pluja no ens va deixar anar a fer les tivades que teniem pensat... però bueno un cap diumenge de relax tampoc està gens malament... o sigui que cap a casa les nenes a veure què volien fer! una cerveseta al civik... dues... tres (no tant potser :P) i al final de tot per acabar de passar un bon cap de setmana una actuació en família d'en Miguelito! on no van parar de sonar cançons de ritme frenètic! les niñas també van tocar alguna cançoneta i jo només pensava en que era una llàstima que ja fòssim diumenge i que cada moment que passava escurçava la vida del cap de setmana...

I... això és tot! posaré una cançó que segurament no lliga en res a la temàtica de la música que poso normalment, però és que en Miguelito la va tocar cap al final i em va fer recordar el temps que no escoltava l'Eric Clapton.

Tears in Heaven - Eric Clapton

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven
I'll find my way, through night and day
Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven

Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Begging please

(instrumental)

Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Casi un mes després...

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Wed, 21 May 2008 20:31:00 +0000

Doncs sí! casi un mes després... l'última entrada va ser el 25 del mes passat... i és que la veritat és que em costa bastant un cop he sortit de la feina posar-me davant del PC, però bueno de tant en tant s'ha de fer :)

De fet ara només tinc el cap ficat en escalar... m'hi he ben enganxat... i encara em falta molt però mica en mica es va fent :D

Posaré una cançó d'un cantautor que es diu Bon Iver, que em fa pensar molt amb Anthony and the Johnsons, molt tendre, molt suau i potser una mica trist... però molt relaxant.

Flume - Bon Iver

I am my mother's only one
It's enough

I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

I am my mother on the wall, with us all
I move in water, shore to shore;
Nothing's more

Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leary loons
Leaving rope burns --
Reddish ruse

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

Tornem a la 'carga'!

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 19:28:00 +0000

Doncs sí... després de casi un més sense poder escriure, primer per no tenir connexió a Internet (durant dues setmanes!!!) i després per estar txunguillo de la panxa (una altre setmana) mmmhh... em sobre una setmana... bueno la noció del temps tampoc és el meu fort ;-)

Torno fort! amb una cançó d'una franceça que es diu Yelle, és la bomba! fa un mena d'electro-pop amb molt de ritme i que enganxa molt, ideal per treballar i com no... per nar de festa :D

La vaig descobrir a un programa que es diu loops! i que parlaven d'un vall anomenat Tecktonik, aquí podeu veure un altre vídeo de la Yelle on hi vallen els campions mundials de tecktonik

Je veux te voir - Yelle

Cuizinier avec ton petit sexe entoure de poils roux
Je n’arrive pas a croire que tu puisses croire qu’on veuille de toi
Je n’y crois pas meme dans le noir, meme si tu gardes ton pyjama
Meme si tu gardes ton peignoir, en forme de tee-shirt ringard
Garde ta chemise ca limitera les degats bataaaaaaaard

Je veux te voir
Dans un film pornographique
En action avec ta bite
Forme patatoes ou bien frites
Pour tout savoir
Sur ton anatomie
Sur ton cousin Teki
Et vos accessoires fetiches

Cuizi c’est quoi
Ta position favorite
Tes performances olympiques
Mais tu n’as rien d’orgasmique
Tu es tout nu
Sous ton tablier
Pret a degainer
Mais je t’avoue rien n’y fait

Tu reves d’un Hummer fluo
Dessinee par Akroe
Mais tu n’as pas le permis
Tu prends toujours le metro

Superstar d’un soir ta vie redevient normale apres
Pas besoin de lunettes noires pour te cacher personne te reconnait
Ta carte verte t’attend mec
C’est pas des paroles en l’air
J’ai reussi à t’en faire
Une avec mon scanner
L’entree est gratuite ce soir
C’est le seul moyen pour qu’on vienne
Alors les filles on se promene
Ouais on va aux chippendales
On avait pas prevu de passer la soirée avec des rigolos
On voulait voir des pectoraux, des mecs montés comme des taureaux

Tes posters de Lil’Jon recouvrent ceux de Magic Jonhson
Ton corps est trop crunk pour assurer les dunks

Cuiziner c’est toi que je veux voir
Que je veux voir ce soir
Te faire ridiculiser par une fille qui rappe mieux que toi
J’ai pas assez de mes 10 doigts pour les compter dans la salle
Toutes ces filles coiffees comme moi qui savent ce que tu vaux a poil

Recordant...

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 19:32:00 +0000

Avui poso un cançó que poc s'assembla a la resta (ni en estil, ni en tendències, ni novetat...) simplement trobo que és una cançó genial, que em fa recordar una època en que vivia a Vallcarca (amb la Helen, la Moky i la Lali, no estava bé ni res jo allà :D).

Aquesta cançó em fa posar la pell de gallina! i remanant remanant he llegit que la cançó original és d'en David Gates (espero res a veure amb un altre gates...). La que poso jo és versionada per en Ken Boothe.

Everything I Own - Ken Boothe

You sheltered me from harm.
Kept me warm, kept me warm.
You gave my life to me.
Set me free, set me free.
The finest years I ever knew,
were all the years I had with you.

And I would give anything I own.
I'd give up my life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own,
just to have you back again.

You taught me how to laugh.
What a time, what a time.
You never said too much,
but still you showed you cared.
And I knew from watching you.

Nobody else could ever know,
the part of me that can't let go.

And I would give anything I own,
I'd give up my life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own,
just to have you back again.

Is there someone you know,
your loving them so,
but taking them all for granted?
You may lose them one day.
Someone takes them away,
and they don't hear the words you long to say.

I would give anything I own,
I'd give up my life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own,
just to have you back again;
just to touch you once again.

Al bon temps.. Bona cara!

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 14:42:00 +0000

Doncs sí hi ha el refrany aquell que diu Al mal temps bona cara... perquè no fer encara més bona cara quan el fa bó!! i avui m'he aixecat i tot el cel aclarit! un sol de cal Déu! llàstiam que m'he aixecat tard... (zzZZzz)

Encara podem salvar una part de dia però!! i a la tarda a donar la mona a la Cúmbia!

Poso una cançó que la trobo molt potent en sonoritat, vaia veuarra que té la cantant :P El grup es diu The Cliks i no crec que tingui res a veure amb els clics que comentava l'altre dia :)

Oh Yeah - The Clicks

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’ve fallen down
But I can get up
Everyone in this fucking town
Can get their back up
Oh yeah you call yourself my friend
Your back is breaking
Why don’t we find out in the end
What’s for the taking

He’s not listening, he’s not listening
If he listened to your heart, he’d hear you saying

I want, I want, I want my baby
I want, I want, I want my baby
I want, I want, I want my baby back (x2)

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’ve fallen down
There’s no use faking
And everyone in this old town
Can hear me raging
Oh yeah, you call yourself my friend
Don’t get your back up
I guess we’ll find out in the end
Who’s the real bastard

He’s not listening, he’s not listening
If he listened to your heart, he’d hear you saying

I want, I want, I want my baby
I want, I want, I want my baby
I want, I want, I want my baby back (x2)

He’s not listening, he’s not listening
If he listened to your heart, he’d hear you saying (x2)

I want, I want, I want my baby
I want, I want, I want my baby
I want, I want, I want my baby back (x2)

Cap a Sora!

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 16:50:00 +0000

Doncs sí! avui comencen unes mini vacances per desconnectar!!! Ja tocava!!! Doncs agafarem la maleta i nirem cap a casa l'Alba a Sora! i mira com que sé que li agraden els clics (no sé com n'hi dieu vosaltres...) Aquest video va per ella!

El grup aquest es diuen The Boy Least Likely To (tela amb el nom...) és una mica rarot, tot s'ha de dir :P també s'ha de dir que l'he escoltat molt poc! (Descarregat d'ahir a la nit... ohh pirata pirata!!)

Ale pues!

I'm Glad I Hitched My Apple Wagon To Your Star - The Boy Least Likely To

I was young and I was stupid
I had just turned seventeen
I took my hits on a dumb road trip to Nashville, Tennessee
I packed my anti-histamines on top of the drugs
Harmonica, a box guitar,
In a canvas covered wagon stuffed with apples and with guns

We quietly slipped across the border into arkansas
But still we couldnt find that what it was we were looking for
So we crept under to get a look, along the Rio Grande
But I couldn't help but notice how
the little things that used to make us happy make us sad

But I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I never would have got here if I followed my heart
I didn't think much of it until i took it apart
I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star

We never ever made it down to Nashville in the end
And noone ever signed us, the country disco band
However hard we tried it, it never seemed enough
We never could get famous, it made us kinda happy
And it get me off the drugs

Now I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I never would have got here if I followed my heart
I didn't think much of it until i took it apart
I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star

To your star
To your star
To your star

I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I never would have got here if I followed my heart
I didn't think much of it til i took it apart
I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star

I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I'm happy if you're happy but it breaks our hearts
I didn't even notice until it fell apart
I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star

To your star
To your star
To your star
I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star

Un refugi

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 19:26:00 +0000

Fa un temps parlava d'un grup que eren una bona colla sobre l'escenari, doncs els que avui poso també! Nosé com no havia posat cap cançó d'aquest grup... i menys com no havia posat aquesta!

El grup es diu I'm From Barcelona, i ja ús dic jo que de Barcelona no en tenen res... són uns cracks! i la seva música és animada i despreocupada.

Treehouse - I'm From Barcelona

I have built a treehouse
I have built a treehouse
Nobody can see us
'cause it's a you-and-me house

I've been climbing rocks and stones
Been collecting broken bones
I've been swimming across the lakes
Just to find this perfect place
I got lost into the woods
I've been covered up in mud
I've been going through a lot
Just to find this perfect spot

I have built a treehouse
I have built a treehouse
Nobody can see us
'cause it's a you-and-me house

Cap a la plana!

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 19:23:00 +0000

Doncs aquest cap de setmana toca anar cap a la Plana! a veure què si cou per allà :D i a veure si finalment arribo a Paster que n'he sentit molt a parlar... però encar ano hi he entrat mai!

Ja posaré la crònica! La cançó que poso m'ha sonat avui per casualitat a l'ipod, la tenia dins un recopilatori de música Indie, exactament el Indie Rock playlist: The Best Of 2007 i no em trec la tornada del cap. El grup es diu Voxtrot.

Bon cap de setmana a tots i totes!

Firecracker - Voxtrot

I had a lust. I had a firecracker
I had a love for the sound of this world
Im still in love its just a stab a laughter
It’s just a mark of the people we are
But don’t be daft no it’s just a monkey business
They’re running signs no remainders of sins
We dealing abstract no pain and no deliverance.
This is a punch im not punching up against
Oh, Its all just mirrors laugh and smoke
We are living in some tiny joke
And im here to show my love, ambition, dedication out to

Kick the wall smash the lights, ricochets burning up
Firecracker
Firecracker
I will not complain at all
I will never be tricked by you.
No No No
I will never be tricked by you.

I never thought that I would be this ugly
I never thought I'd be biting that hand
Defeats the math, this spits the seeds of money
I'm just a shell, I'm a sensitive man
We make a choice to unfold a tiny secret
Put it in lights for the grunt of this place
Is it the same thing to write it as to think it?
I'm chopping noses just to ruin my face
Break down on the record company
Did you turn you back on me? Or did I turn myself against myself?

I will kick the walls smash the lights, ricochets burning up
Firecracker
Firecracker
I will not complain at all
I will never be tricked by you.
No No No
I will never be tricked by you.

Im still in love
I set the love in motion
I stare at love with the future we planned
Tell me you feel, this aint complete emotion
Im still in love with you baby I am
Oh, did you turn your back on me?
Or did I turn myself against myself?

I'll will kick the walls, smash the lights, ricochets burning up
Firecracker
Firecracker
I will not complain at all
I will never be tricked by you.
No No No
I will never be tricked by you

Es fa difícil

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 20:56:00 +0000

Avui posaré una cançó que fa un temps que ja volia posar... des de fa un mes hi ha una mena de va i ve en tot... Deu ser cosa del canvi climàtic (es veu que quan no saps perquè passa una cosa dius això i et quedes tant ample)

Bé la cançó és d'un grup que es diu The Bravery, el clip que poso no té molt mèrit... de fet és la portada de l'àlbum amb la cançó. He triat aquest perquè és el que tenia millor sonoritat, però si voleu veure'ls en directe els podeu veure aquí.

Bad Sun - The Bravery

We are lies like the summertime
like the spring we are such fools
like fall we are the prophets
like winter we are cruel

I don't know what's wrong with us
they just made us this way
There's a hole in you and me
That pulls us together

And I don't know where we belong
I think we grew under a bad sun
I know we're not like everyone
You and me we grew, under a bad sun

Every day you bring me pain
and we savor it like rain
we hold it on our tongues
just like wine

someday back when we were young
I guess something just went wrong
The two of us are hung
from the same twisted rope

And I don't know where we belong
I think we grew under a bad sun
I know we're not like everyone
you and me we grew under a bad sun (2x)

You and me we grew under a bad sun

Una altre nit a bcn

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 13:18:00 +0000

Ahir vaig passar una altre nit a Barcelona, reconec el canvi de no agradar-me gens a començar-me a agradar... però sempre en periodes curts (un cap de setmana màxim).
Quan vaig arribar vaig anar a trobar en Pitu, la Laia, la Lali i companyia a un bar on hi havia una noia que explicava contes per adults, la veritat és que em va sorpendre molt!

Després cap a Fontana, per anar a celebrar l'aniversari de la Laieta (FELICITAAATS!) on finalment vam sopar després d'estona de recerca d'un lloc (semblava impossible trobar-ne un!!). Tot seguit a fer el toc i cap el llit que tothom estava trinxat.

Per dormir em vaig posar un grup que feia temps que m'havia recomenat la Sandrix, i que cada vegada m'enganxen més! Es diuen Oi Va Voi.

Yesterday's Mistakes - Oi Va Voi

Don't need another resolution to feel
As though I'm going somewhere
Somewhere

You said you needed me
Or at least that's what I thought
At times the memories seem to be
Knocking at my door
I've seen the film a million times
Feels like I wrote the storyline
I refuse to replay the mistakes
That we made yesterday

I like to think I'm stronger now
Victim of common sense
The truth is that I know
I still confuse the past
With the present-tense

Condensing what we had
To a single frame
That sticks in my mind
As I try to move on
The same image comes back every time

They were yesterday's mistakes
And they were yesterday's mistakes
Yesterday's mistakes
Somewhere

Forgive my selfishness
I'd be grateful if you can
Forget my ingratitude
You think I'm twice the girl I am
They say we should forgive but not forget
What has gone before
I refuse to replay
The mistakes that we made yesterday

And they were yesterday's mistakes
Yesterday's mistakes
They were yesterday's mistakes

I refuse to replay
The mistakes that we made yesterday
I refuse to replay
The mistakes that we made yesterday

I refuse to replay
The mistakes that we made yesterday
I refuse to replay
The mistakes that we made yesterday

I refuse to replay
The mistakes that we made yesterday
I refuse to replay
The mistakes that we made yesterday

Bèstia

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 21:32:00 +0000

Ja tornema ser divendres! un altre cap de setmana s'acosta! però amb la setmana que he portat... entre malalt i perdut... nosé pas què farem :P Ja fa un temps vaig posar una cançó d'aquesta noia, la Terra Naomi.

Aquest cop però la cançó no és seva, sino d'un grup que es diu Sublime que no sabia qui eren fins avui :)

Santeria - Terra Naomi

I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all
If I could find that heina and that Sancho that she'd found
Well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down

What I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Well it's love that I neeeeeed
My soul will have to

Wait till I get back
Find a heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it out
Oh yeah un-huh
Well I swear that I

What I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Got love! Make it go
My soul will have to...

What I really wanna say (my baby)
What I really wanna say, is I've got mine
And I'll make it
Yes, I'm going up

Tell Sanchito that if he knows what is good for him
He best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
And I won't think twice
To stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk-ass

What I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, is there's just one way back
And I'll make it
My soul will have to wait

Podeu veure i escoltar la cançó originial a aquí.

Buscant el fil

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 19:42:00 +0000

Perdo el fil i el més trist és que el fil em perd a mi... Amb aquesta frase de la cançó que posaré avui començo, i és que és veritat a vegades no saps si ets tu que estàs perdut, lo altre que s'ha perdut de tu o que tothom està tant perdut que al final es troba...

No sé com encara no havia posat cap cançó d'en Quimi (compte amb la web :P)

La terra és plana - Quimi Portet

La terra és plana, ho sap tothom,
però a les planes hi ha rieres, codinetes i turons.
Potser tinc ànima, no ho sé;
però el que sé de cert és que el teu cos s’entén amb el meu cos.

Jo perdo el fil i no m’en recordo
de com et dius;
perdo el fil i el més trist és que
el fil em perd a mi.

Quatre palmeres i un camell,
barrejats en els meus somnis, en anglès parlen de tu.
Quatre palmeres i un camell
i una meuca en un carrer que crida: massa tard imbècil!

Perdo el fil i no m’en recordo
de com em dic;
perdo el fil però el més trist és que
el fil em perd a mi.

Si canta l’ànima m’en vaig
que jo no hi faig cap falta i no sé mai què he de dir.
Vibren les musses i no hi sóc,
pallús deconstructiu, intel.lectual carregós.
Un terapeuta de Rubí
que tracta el mal d’esquena amb infusions de comí.
Hiverns de l’hemisferi austral,
i un monjo tibetà penja una merda en un pal.

Xalets estúpids amb un gos;
pesa figues als meus somnis un turista italià.
Quatre palmeres i un camell,
semi-déus en un carrer que criden: massa lluny imbècil!

Una setmaneta moguda!

noreply@blogger.com (Edu) — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 21:27:00 +0000

Ja hi tornem a ser... va! que ja soms casi dijous ;-) Avui al cotxe m'ha sonat aquesta cançó... feia molt que no em sortia cap cançó dels The New Pornographers! i és que la veu de la cantant no me la puc treure del cap! i després de sentir aquesta cançó la tonada tampoc!

Letter From An Occupant - The New Pornographers

I'm told the eventual downfall
Is just a bill from the restaurant
You told me I could order the moon, babe
Just as long as as I shoot what I want.
What the last ten minutes have taught me
Bet the hand that your money's on
Where the hell have the 70's brought me
You traded me away long gone

For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant

The time that your enemy gives you
Good times are not the ones you want
I've cried five rivers on the way here
Which one will you skate away on?
The tune you'll be humming forever
All the words are replaced and wrong
With a shower of "Yes" and "Whatever"s
You traded me away long gone

For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant

Where have all sensations gone?
Where have all sensations gone?
Where have all sensations gone?
Where have all sensations gone?

For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant

For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant

For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant

The song
The song
The song has shaken me

The song
The song
The song has shaken me

The song
The song
The song has shaken me

The song
The song
The song has shaken me

For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant

For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant