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

Diumenge, fa bon temps, sol i aireja

Una de les coses bones del diumenge és que m'aixecu descansat, i si és com avui que fa un dia bó... amb ganes de fer coses :) Lo dolent és que si ja som diumenge vol dir que demà serem dilluns... pfffff! què hi farem!

Ja van estar per aquí al SummerCase'07 però no hi vaig poder anar... a veure si el pròxim cop que vinguin hi puc anar :) No sé què té aquest grup però enganxen molt, a més es pot veure com realment s'ho passen bé tocant... i això ho transmete a la gent.

Crown of Love - The Arcade Fire

They say it fades if you let it
Love was made to forget it
I carved your name across my eyelids
You pray for rain, I pray for blindness

If you still want me, please forgive me
The crown of love has fallen from me
If you still want me, please forgive me
Because the spark is not within me

I snuffed it out before my mom walked in my bedroom

The only thing that you keep changing
Is your name, my love keeps growing
Still the same, just like a cancer
And you won't give me a straight answer

If you still want me, please forgive me
The crown of love has fallen from me
If you still want me, please forgive me
Because your hands are not upon me

I shrugged them off before my mom walked in my bedroom

The pains of love, and they keep growing
In my heart there's flowers growing
On the grave of our old love
Since you gave me a straight answer

If you still want me, please forgive me
The crown of love is not upon me
If you still want me, please forgive me
Because this crown is not within me
It's not within me, it's not within me

You got to be the one
You got to be the way
Your name is the only word that I can say

You got to be the one
You got to be the way
Your name is the only word
The only word that I can say

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

Distàncies

Feia mooolt que no actualitzava el meu probric bloc... si és que entre una cosa i una altre no tinc temps! Torno amb una cançó que últimament l'estant posant cada cinc minuts per la ràdio, el qual crec que està bé perquè molta gent la pugui escoltar, però també corre el perill de convertir-se en una cançó comercial (espero que no :P)

També he actualitzat els enllaços afegint una nova web, Mou l'intelecte! d'en Pitu (que tot s'ha de dir està una mica malament del cap :P, però la idea està molt bé!)

Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's

Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes, you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice
It's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away, I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
And we'll just laugh along because
We know that none of them have felt this way

Delilah, I can promise you
That by the time that we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah
Here's to you
This one's for you

Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
What you do to me

S'ha acabat la setmana i he acabat la carrera!

Doncs síííííííí! finalment he acabat :P. Em pensava que un cop acabat em canviaria molt la vida, però de moment l'únic que sento és tranquilitat :), tranquilitat en no haver de pensar què haig de fer per demà, que haig d'entregà d'aquí dos dies i que deixo de fer perquè no tinc temps!
És una sensació extranya d'estar flotant... de no saber... i de pau :D

Ara només queda celebrar-ho!!

Young Folks - Peter, Bjorn & John

if i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no-one will surprise me unless you do

i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you

it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going to
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
talking only me and you

talking only me and you
talking only me and you

P.D. Com enganxa aquesta cançó!

Finito. Agafant nous camins

Doncs sí! ahir mateix vaig acabar el meu últim (o això espero :P) examen de la carrera. Ara un cop acabat, se'm fa difícil creure-ho, però ja es diu... que s'acaba una cosa per començar-ne una altre :)

Avui tornant de barcelona, escoltant ICatfm, han posat aquesta La taberna d'Old John i no ho puc evitar, cada vegada que la sento se'm posa la pella de gallina. No sé si és aquesta tonada celta, les notes agudes que fa la flauta travessera, el violí o tot plegat!

Doncs bé... ara toca agafar nous camins!

La Taberna d'Old John - Pep Sala

Cervesa negra i els diners comptats
la nostàlgia la podràs trobar
al port, a la taverna d'Old John.

Hi ha els poetes que van fracassar
i quatre músics que sempre han tocat
cançons amb l'esperit de James Joyce.

El Vell John és la llegenda viva del lloc
ell mai deixarà aquest racó.

El camí que em porta a la taverna d'Old John
és ple de desencants és un home noble
i torna de tot segur que m'acollirà a les seves mans.

Tornant aquí després de tant de temps
em sembla veure la mateixa gent
perduts en les històries d'Old John.

Les seves fotos omplen les parets
els seus records aturats en el temps
el Vell John les observa amb el cor.

I té por de poder perdre un dia aquest lloc
ell mai deixarà el seu racó.

El camí que em porta fins a Dublín
està ple de paranys
aquesta terra és noble i sense cremar
segur que m'acollirà a les seves mans.

Records de la guerra, camises gastades
les cares cremades és tot el que he trobat.

El camí que em porta a la taverna d'Old John
és ple de desenganys
és un home noble i torna de tot
segur que m'acollirà a les seves mans.

Altre cop a bcn

Avui torno a estar a Barcelona, demà (si tot va bé) tinc l'últim examen de la carrera! Estic a la recta final, no m'ho crec i em costa molt fer aquest últim esforç... però s'ha de fer! s'ha de fer i treure-m'ho d'una vegada.

He arribat amb cotxe, just al entrar al meu ex-barri Via Júlia (Roquetes, Nou Barris) m'ha entrat tota una sèrie de records, semblarà mentida, però m'ha fet il·lusió veure que els carrers encara estaven plens de vida, tothom a les terrasses :) Després he arribat al pis, on m'he retrobat amb els meus companys de pis, que bé tornar-los a veure, sembla com si hagués de tornar a començar el curs, però no, només serà una visita fugaç :(

Venint amb el cotxe he escoltat una cançó, i ara abans d'anar a dormir i fer l'última repassada sabia que l'havia de posar aquí.

Someday - Brett Dennen

In the womb of winter summer seems a myth
In my desperation I throw my faith into the wind
Born to a world where it is a fight just to fit in
From the cradle to the grave it never ends

Someday, someday
In a cloud of grey I will
I'll make my great escape

So many ways to walk upon the earth
I traced my footsteps to the place of my birth
So what do you do with all your precious time
So many ways in which to reach for the sky

Someday, someday
In a cloud of grey I will
I'll make my great escape

Someday, someday
In a cloud of grey I will
I'll make my great escape

Said, little bit by little bit
Someday

I may be weary but I am not weak
I can sing a song of suffering
Baby, a song unsung is dancing on the tip of your tongue
My salvation's ahead of me
I can feel it calling me
I know that I
I know that I will be ready

Someday, someday
In a cloud of grey I will
I'll make my great escape

El vídeo no és l'original, no l'he trobat :( però no està gens malament! sobretot espereu-vos als crèdits ;-)