Pels freaks ;-)

Posant el mode aleatori del reproductor m'ha sortit aquesta cançó... Bonita coincidencia :P i com que tots som una mica freaks a la nostra manera... aquesta cançó va per vosaltres :D

Underdogs - Manic Street Preachers

This one's for the freaks.
For you're so beautiful.
For all the devotion.
Written in your soul.

This one's for the freaks.
For the lost and weak.
For the butterflies and devotees
and the disciples of our destiny.

And like the underdogs we are.
Shining bright but now disappeared.
And like the underdogs we are.
Passing like some fading stars.
Like some fading stars.

This one's for the freaks.
The beaten down and crushed.
The shy and withdrawn.
Or just out of touch.

May you stay like freaks.
May you make mistakes.
May your will never break.
For underdogs revenge is sweet.
Revenge is sweet.

And like the underdogs we are.
Shining bright but now disappeared.
And like the underdogs we are.
Passing like some fading stars.
Like some fading stars.

This one's for the freaks.
This one's for the freaks.
People like you, need to fuck.
Need to fuck people like me.
This one's for the freaks.
For the lost and weak.
This one's for the freaks.

El videoclip és una animació que trobo genial no és l'original (que tampoc he trobat)

Divendres! com sempre?

Bueno, ja tornem a ser divendres... ue! però això també vol dir que cada vegada s'acosta més un tema pendent que tinc amb la universitat...
Avui posaré una cançó d'un grup que es diu Feist, que em va arribar fa poc a les mans :)
Per aquelles coses de la vida, feia uns dies havíem anat a un festival de curts al mas sorrer. El curt que em va agrada més va ser un que es deia Big Girl, i quan acaba sonava una cançó que estava molt bé, i ja vam dir que havíem de trobar de qui era, que tenia molt bona pinta. I per aquestes casualitats de la vida, em vaig descarregar un àlbum, el 'Let it Die' on hi ha aquesta cançó:

Mushaboom - Feist

Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups

But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay

Old dirt road
(Mushaboom mushaboom)
Knee deep snow
(Mushaboom mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow old
(Mushaboom mushaboom)

I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done

How many acres how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbors and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map

Old dirt road
(Mushaboom mushaboom)
Knee deep snow
(Mushaboom mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow old
(Mushaboom mushaboom)
(Mushaboom mushaboom)
Old dirt road rambling rose
(Mushaboom mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow old
(Mushaboom mushaboom)
Well I'm sold

Simplement... imaginar...

Fa molt que no escrivia al bloc (ho sé), però és que he tingut canvis en la vida, la majoria bons ;-). Fa 3 setamanes que he començat a treballar, una feina que està molt bé i a més m'agrada!

Doncs avui tornant de la feina, a la ràdio han posat Just my imagination i he pensat que feia molt que no escrivia aquí... i que no hi havia cap cançó millor que aquesta per tornar-hi :)

Just My Imagination - The Cranberries

There was a game we used to play
We would hit the town on friday night
And stay in bed until sunday
We used to be so free
We were living for the love we had and
Living not for reality

It was just my imagination (x3)
There was a time I used to pray
I have always kept my faith in love
It’s the greatest thing from the man above
The game I used to play
I’ve always put my cards upon the table
Let it never be said that I’d be unstable

It was just my imagination (x3)

There is a game I like to play
I like to hit the town on friday night
And stay in bed until sunday
We’ll always be this free
We will be living for the love we have
Living not for reality

It’s not my imagination (x3)
Not my (x18)

Un dia llarg

Everybody Hurts - R.E.M.

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
if you feel like letting go, (hold on)
when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.

Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade)
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)

I per què?

No, no sóc la Mònica Terribes :P, avui em preguntava moltes coses... i justament he vist l'anunci d'una companyia de telefonia mòbil... i he buscat quina era aquesta cançó! Finalment l'he trobat a aquesta web :) i és un duet que es diu Ditty Bops!

Wishful Thinking - Ditty Bops

Why does blood turn brown when it dries?
Why do the tears well up in your eyes?
Why didn't I learn to ride my bike
When it was warm and sunny outside?

Why can't little kids tie their shoes?
Why can't the white people play the blues?
Why can't I fall in love with you?
It must be because of the seasons.

When the leaves start falling from the trees,
When the birds start flirting with the bees,
When the wind starts blowing from the East to the West;
Maybe you'll be the one that I like best.

Clouds start forming I can't complain,
'Cause I think we might be in need of some rain.
When it starts pouring
Don't hide away without me.

I bought an umbrella big enough for two,
But it feels pretty empty under here without you.
Dry as a bone but I'm still alone
I'm so grey..

When you're standing in a puddle with wet feet;
And your head is sore from pounding drops of sleet.
When the cold and lonely hours put your heart to the test..
Maybe I'll be the one that you like best.

If the sky can open its eyes
And cry from up above..
Let's shed some tears of joy
And fall in love.

Una altre etapa

Finalment, avui estic recollint les coses del pis, i definitivament no m'agrada... no m'agrada deixar-ho ara, però també tinc ganes de tornar a Girona.
Sé que no és un adéu per sempre, però només de deixar la meva habitació pràcticament buida em fa venir una sensació de tristor :( Però bé les coses són així, i només queda mirar endavant i agafar ganes per aquesta nova etapa!

Aquests últims dies he insistit en que m'estava agradant cada cop més Barcelona, i potser és aquesta obligació d'haver de marxar i que sé que durant un temps no hi tornaré a viure com ho he fet fins ara el que em fa veure les coses bones que té i les coses que no podré fer. Espero que al marxar jo Barcelona també em trobi a faltar, ni que sigui una mica, i que quan torni res hagi canviat :)

Capturing Moods - Rilo Kiley

Moods don’t command you if you don’t know what you’re going through.
There’s love for you up where the population grows.
There’s friendly people in cities too, just ask them where they are going to.
There’s life and work up where the clouds meet the snow.

And I don’t mind waiting….

I’m always one step ahead of you if you don’t know what you’re going through.
There’s laughs and fun up where the conversation flows.
And I don’t mind waiting if it takes a long, long time.
I don’t mind braving the coldest winter of our time.
I don’t mind racing through our goodbyes.

This is your last line of defense.
You could sell your baseball cards just to pay your rent, yeah.

I don’t mind waiting if it takes a long, long time.
And I don’t mind wasting the best years of our lives.
And I don’t mind racing through our goodbyes.

El videoclip no és l'original, però tb està molt ben trobat :)

Fins aviat!

Ahir a la nit, última reunió de grup com a gauvid :P realment aquest últim any ha sigut genial, treballar amb vosatres, fer bromes, riure, passa l'estona... i això s'ha acabat, ja no hi haurà l'estrés d'anar a últim moment, d'entregar les coses segons abans de tancar el plaç, d'estar mil hores davant de l'ordinador redactant crap obligatori...
Tot acaba, però espero que per començar una etapa millor :) i com vam dir ahir... ja farem més sopars, encara que això sempre es diu, espero que sigui veritat!

Pròxima parada: Festa Major l'Esquirol!

Bluebells - Patrick Wolf

Lucy, remember
The smell of that fall
The fires of fungus
And the rotting leaves

I fell off the wagon
Into your arms
Into this long month of sundays

And you were my husband
My wife, my heroine
Now this is our final December

Now deep in a forest
Losing all though of spring
And nothing can help me remember
And I'm going nowhere fast
A darker day has hold at last
Deep in this dream I let the compass keep spinning

And your love has come too late
Away from the garden gate
Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing

How can it be over after all that we had
A river runs through the rafters down, down, down
Does it leave me sleeping? Dreaming only of spring
The phone rings out and I remember
But I'm going nowhere fast
A darker day has hold at last
Deep in this dream I let the compass keep spinning

And your love has come too late
Now wave to the garden gate
Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing
Ringing, ringing, ringing
Wanna hear them ringing, my love
Wanna hear them ringing
Ringing...