La llum...

No sé què tinc últimament... estic colapsat, m'ho noto... tinc alguna idea de què pot ser... però tampoc hi vull donar gaires voltes. Tinc ganes que arribi el cap de setmana per poder tornar a enfilar-me! Bueno avui torno a posar una cançó dels The Arcade Fire, que últimament estic escoltant molt... però és que els trobo genials! Només cal mirar aquest clip per veure lo bons que són :D

P.D. L'instrument que m'agrada més és la revista ;-)

Neon Bible - The Arcade Fire

Vial of hope and a vial of pain
In the light they both looked the same
Poured them out on into the world
On every boy and every girl singing

It's the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible
Not much chance for survival
If the Neon Bible is right

Take the poison of your age
Don't lick your fingers when you turn the page
What I know is what you know is right
In the city you see only light

It's the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible
Not much chance for survival
If the Neon Bible is right

Oh god, well, look at you now!
Oh, you lost it, but you don't know how!
In the light of a golden calf
Oh god, I had to laugh!
Take the poison of your age
Don't lick your fingers when you turn the page
It was wrong but you said it was right
In the future I will read at night

In the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible
Not much chance for survival
If the Neon Bible is true

Fa trist temps

Sí, a més de fer mal temps el fa trist :)

The Great Escape - Patrick Watson

Bad day, looking for a way
Oh, looking for the great escape
Gets in his car and drives away
Far from all the things that we are
Puts on a smile and breaths it in and breaths it out
He says bye-bye, bye to all of the noise
Oh he says bye-bye bye to all of the noise

Hey child, things are looking down,
That’s OK you don’t need to win anyways
Don’t be afraid just eat up all the gray
and it will fade away
Don’t let yourself fall down

Bad day, looking for the great escape
He says bad day, looking for the great escape
On a bad day, looking for the great escape
Great escape

Tot just dimarts, es presenta una setmana llarga

Avui... ha siguit un dia llarg.. i bastant dur, em fa mal el cap, l'esquena, els ulls... estic fet malbé :P Poso una cançó que m'anima bastant, d'un grup que es diu Los Campesions! que encara que el nom pugui semblar de per aquí a prop, són de Cardiff! La lletra no té molt sentit... però la cançó anima :) Amb aquests també he descobert un nou tipus de música Twee i totes les seves variants: Tweecore, Twee pop,...

International TweeXcore Underground - Los Campesinos!

I bet you twenty pounds if you knew ten years ago how pretty you'd turn out then you'd never have gotten your ears pierced, but I never got my ears pierced and look how I turned out,
and the last time that you tried listening to music, and reading fiction at the same time, you never finished the chapter, but you finished the song with your chin on your knees like you belong

and i never cared about Henry Rollins
Amelia Fletcher never meant anything to me
but the International Tweexcore Underground, will save us all

Getting the laptop fixed by a professional doesn't make me a pawn and
stamping harder on your FX pedal, won't make you feel any better any more
oh you said "we've gotta bite the hand that feeds" but I was sucking seductively on the fingertips of a civil servant,
said "how you gonna bring the state down when you're propping it up?
with daytime radio
and skimmed milk and soppy bows
just 'cause you're scared to be alone"

and I never cared about Ian MacKaye
Calvin Johnson never meant anything to me
but the International Tweexcore Underground, will save us all

Ooh, this city is run by fucking pigs, and though you say you're my friend, you're not, you're one of them.

and i never cared about...whatever
Sarah Records never meant anything to me
but the International Tweexcore Underground, will save us all

Un dia llarg

Avui ha sigut un dia llarg... he arribat a casa rebentat! amb ganes d'anar al sofà i deixar passar el temps sense fer res important... només mirar la tele... o si més no fer com si la mirés.
Sort que ahir vaig descobrir aquesta cançó! mai tant ben trobada ;-) va que d'aquí poc anem cap a amsterdam a veure la Sandra! Ueee!

Neuronas - Andy Chango

Hoy quiero quemar
un monton de neuronas
tengo que olvidar
las miles de horas
que debo currar

Tengo que elegir
entre millones de drogas
debo decidir
si quiero una sola
o quiero mezclar
¡TODAS!

Y a volar, a volar, a volar
(sha-la-la)
y a subirse a las olas del mar
(uh-uh-uh-uh)
hoy me voy a intoxicar
Y a volar, a volar, a volar
(sha-la-la)
y a subirse a las olas del mar
(uh-uh-uh-uh)
hoy me voy a intoxicar

Hoy quiero quemar
un monton de neuronas
tengo que olvidar
las miles de horas
que debo currar

Tengo que elegir
entre millones de drogas
debo decidir
si quiero una sola
o quiero mezclar
¡TODAS LAS DROGAS!

Y a volar, a volar, a volar
(sha-la-la)
y a subirse a las olas del mar
(uh-uh-uh-uh)
hoy me voy a intoxicar

Y a volar, a volar, a volar
(sha-la-la)
y a subirse a las olas del mar
(uh-uh-uh-uh)
hoy me voy a intoxicar

Y a volar, a volar, a volar
(sha-la-la)
y a subirse a las olas del mar
(uh-uh-uh-uh)
hoooooooooooy me voy a intoxicar,
si!

Y a volar, a volar, a volar
(sha-la-la)
y a subirse a las olas del mar
(uh-uh-uh-uh)
hoy me voy a intoxicar
(uhhhhh)

El vídeo està en anglès/castellà... no he trobat cap altre :S

La devallada

Comença el meu cicle de posts amb tags com asco, universitat i motivació... Cada vegada queda menys pel pitjor examen i amb lo bé que va l'estiu em costa molt tancar-me a casa a estudiar... però és el que hi ha.

Esperem que tot vagi bé.

Avui poso una cançó d'un paio que he trobat a les Indie/Rock Playlist concretament la d'aquest mes :) és un cantautor i es diu Chuck Ragan.

For Broken Ears - Chuck Ragan

Where are the ones who carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds.
The half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a cowards frown.
Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to the ground somehow.

Where are thh deaf and where are the dumb from the side of the tracks where no reason comes from and the tables never bare.
The water runs and momma's always there so separates the world from the with such words and such words would cause a shot heard round the world.
A justice that never hurt at all.

So down down down like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it.
Don't compromise administration lies carried out and covered up with time, carried out and turned around to shine.
High on a pedestal of broken lies.

The passion speaks loud for itself falls on broken ears and off the value shelf into the dirt left to the wind.
Coming up strong ready to begin to obliterate the word from the start with such ideas come and such ideas cause a spark that will set a blaze and leave the embers red until the end of days.

Where are the ones who carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds.
The half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a cowards frown.
Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to the ground somehow.

UPF Sux™

Doncs, cada dia més... n'estic fart que ens acomulin de feina, feina que no serveix per res... coses que sobren, coses totalment innecessàries. Tots els que estan al mateix curs saben del que estic parlant...
Ara mateix estic fent el projecte final, on anem bastant justos de temps... i a més hem de fer mil entregables més (inútils tots ells).

Estic molt enfadat.

Per qui tingui pensat anar a la UPF penseu que UPF Sux™ i molt!