Una setmaneta moguda!

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

S'ha acabat el trimestre, cada cop més lliure!

Doncs sí, ja s'ha acabat el trimestre! cada vegada falta menys per deixar aquesta universitat i poder desconnectar de l'estrés de l'estil d'estudis de la Pompeu.

Ahir vam sortir... i només puc deixar constància amb aquesta cançó :P

The Slow Descent Into Alcoholism - The New Pornographers

I said my
My slow descent
Into alchoholism it went
To my head
Where I really need it
With abuse that remained untreated

I said my my my
My slow descent
Into alcoholism it went

Something like this, ah
Something like this, ah
Something like this, ah

Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central

I said my
Ever loosening grip
On the commonest courtesy slipped

From my hands
Where I really need her
When I need change
For the parking meters

I said my my my
My slow descent
Into alcoholism it went

Something like this, ah
Something like this, ah
Something like this, ah

Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central