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Dienstag, 18. September 2007
The Mariner's Revenge
We are two mariners
Our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
It's ribs are ceiling beams
It's guts are carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill

You may not remember me
I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But, I remember you
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were
A rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money
On the whores and hounds
(oh, oh)

You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved
A debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother
A poor consumptive wretch
(oh, oh)

And then you disappeared
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then, one day in spring
My dear sweet mother died
But, before she did
I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
(oh, oh)

"Find him, Bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave"

It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory
Took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But, never once in the employ
Of these holy men
Did I ever, once turn my mind
From the thought of revenge
(oh, oh)

One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for wanton cruelty
The following day
I shipped to sea
With a privateer
And in the whistle
Of the wind
I could almost hear
(oh, oh)

"Find him, Bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave

There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"

And then, that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months at sea
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook
The sky went black
And the captain quailed
And before us grew
The angry jaws
Of a giant whale

(oh..)

Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But, oh, what providence
What divine intelligence
That you should survive
As well as me
It gives my heart great joy
To see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear
(oh, oh)
The Decemberists
Samstag, 30. Juni 2007
The Sound Of Muzak
Hear the sound of music
Drifting in the aisles
Elevator prozac
Stretching on for miles

The music of the future
Will not entertain
It's only meant to repress
And neutralise your brain

Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want

One of the wonders of the world is going down
It's going down I know
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares
No-one cares enough

Now the sound of music
Comes in silver pills
Engineered to suit you
Building cheaper thrills

The music of rebellion
Makes you wanna rage
But it's made by millionaires
Who are nearly twice your age

Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want

One of the wonders of the world is going down
It's going down I know
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares
No-one cares enough
Porcupine Tree



Sonntag, 17. Juni 2007
Parting Of The Sensory
There's no work in walking in to fuel the talk
I would grab my shoes and then away I'd walk
Through all the stubborn beauty I start at the dawn
Until the sun had fully stopped
Never walking away from
Just a way to pull apart
Dehydrate back into minerals
A life long walk to the same exact spot

Carbon's anniversary
The parting of the sensory
Old old mystery
The parting of the sensory

Who the hell made you the boss?
We placed our chips in all the right spots
But still lost
Any shithead who had ever walked
Could take the ship and do a much finer job
This fit like clothes made out of wasps
Aw, fuck it I guess I lost

The parting of the sensory
Carbon's anniversary
Just part it again if you please
Carbon's anniversary

Who the hell made you the boss
If you say what to do I know what not to stop
If you were the ship then who would ever get on
The weather changed it for the worse
And came down on us like it had been rehearsed
And like we hope, but change will surely come
And be awful for most but really good for some
I took a trip to the exact same spot
We pulled the trigger, but we forgot to cock
And every single shot

Aw, fuck it I guess we lost

Some day you will die and
Somehow something's going to steal your carbon

Some day you will die and
Somehow something's going to steal your carbon

Well some day you will die somehow and
Something's going to steal your carbon

Some day you will die and
Someone's or something's will steal your carbon

Some day something will die and
Somehow you'll figure out how
Often you will die somehow and
Something going to steal your carbon

Well some day you will die somehow and
Something's going to steal your carbon
Modest Mouse


Samstag, 9. Juni 2007
The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake


Guilherme Marcondes

Mittwoch, 30. Mai 2007
Dingsaller
Über den Liebenden gibt es kein Gesetz
Unter den Liebenden zählt die Regel nicht
Wegen der Liebenden gibt es Möglichkeit
Und ohne die Liebenden lohnt die Suche nicht

Dingsallerdingsallerdingsdingsaller

Über den Liebenden gibt es kein Gesetz
Unter den Liebenden ist die süsse Bahn
Neben den Liebenden schmilzt das ewige Eis
aber ohne die Liebenden ist Scheitern programmiert
Du scheiterst heute, scheiterst morgen
scheiterst immer besser
Und irgendwann scheiterst du nicht

Dingsallerdingsallerdingsdingsaller ­ Allerdings

Heute spielt Fortuna wieder Schach mit dir
spekuliert darauf das du die Königin verlierst
Du gehst in die Stadt und findest sie nicht
Es sieht so aus, du verlierst die Partie
Oder vielleicht ­ sie endet mit Remis
Fortuna gibt selten nur Revanche
Besser ein Kuss vereitelt ihre Strategie

Dingsallerdingsallerdingsdingsaller

Über den Liebenden gibt es kein Gesetz
Unter den Liebenden zählt die Regel nicht
Hinter den Liebenden die Worte sind geräumt
Ohne die Liebenden nur sprachlos flaches Land
Trotz blauer Flecke und Blessuren
Ich gebe euch hiermit neue Suren:
Exclusiv für die, für die nichts steht

Dingsallerdingsallerdingsdingsaller
Dingsallerdingsallerdingsdingsaller
Dingsallerdingsallerdingsdingsaller
Dingsallerdingsallerdingsdingsaller
Allerdings
Einstürzende Neubauten
Donnerstag, 10. Mai 2007
Mosquito Song
I know, I know the sun is hot
Mosquitos come suck your blood
Leave you there
All alone just skin and bone
When you walk among the trees
Listening to the leaves
The further I go the less I know
The less I know

Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
Lullabies
To paralyze

Fat and soft, pink and weak
Foot and thigh, tongue and cheek
You know I'm told they swallow you whole
Skin and bone
Cutting boards and hanging hooks
Bloody knives, cooking books
Promising you won't feel a thing
At all

Swallow and chew
Eat you alive
All of us food that hasn't died
And the light says

Somehow they pick and pluck
Tenderize bone to dust
The sweetest grease, finest meat you'll ever taste
Taste, taste
So you scream, whine, and yell
Supple sounds of dinner bells
We all will feed the worms and trees So don't be shy

Swallow and chew
Eat you alive
All of us food that hasn't died
Queens Of The Stone Age


Montag, 30. April 2007
Trend
Vorsicht!

Gebt mir ein T-Shirt
mit Andreas Baader drauf
und einen Catwalk
für den Tagtraumdauerlauf!
Komm hohl auch du dir
preisgünstig Revolution
mit ein zwei Freibier
und Che-Guevara-Kondom!

Wir sagen Vorsicht,
ein Trend geht um.
Du brauchst
Veränderung!

Vorsicht,
ein Trend geht um.
Du brauchst
Veränderung!

Das müssen Sie haben:
Die ganze Kraft einer Kultur
nach Feierabend!
Betäubungsmittelkur
Weil Sie es sich wert sind
Heute im Hungerlook
und schreiben 'ich Anarchie?'
heimlich auf jedes Produkt.

Wir sagen Vorsicht,
ein Trend geht um.
Du brauchst
Veränderung!

Vorsicht,
ein Trend geht um.
Du brauchst
Veränderung!

Entscheiden Sie sich noch heute
für die Leichtigkeit des Scheins
im Patcheoutfit.
Auch mal pro-Amerika sein!
Komm tag doch Punkrock
Auf dem Bankauszug für ruhige Momente
Polyphones Finger-Food!

Vorsicht,
ein Trend geht um.
Du brauchst
Veränderung!
Mediengruppe Telekommander
Freitag, 20. April 2007
Here's Your Future
God reached his hand down from the sky
He flooded the land then he set it on fire
He said, "Fear me again. Know I'm your father.
Remember that no one can breathe underwater"

So bend your knees and bow your heads
Save your babies, here's your future
Yeah, here's your future

God reached his hand down from the sky
God asked Noah if he wanted to die
He said no sir
Oh, no, sir

God said here's your future
It's going to rain
So we're packing our things
We're building a boat
Where God will create the new master race
Cause we're so pure
Oh, we're so pure
So here's your future

God told his son it's time to come home
I promise you won't have to die all alone
I need you to pay for the sins I create
His son said, "I will but Dad, I'm afriad"

Yeah, so here's your future
The Thermals
Donnerstag, 12. April 2007
Generator
i dont live in poverty, i got a little bit of money and i've got a healthy body. I'm not going to let stuff get me upset, and i wont let all the little things get me depressed.

when i was a young boy i got a stereo and i taped all the songs straight off the radio.

the sounds that the bands made, and the melodies is all i need to make me feel free.

sometimes you get so low, you don't know why, or a little upset all inside. May i remind you? that you don't live in poverty, you got your youth, and you got food in your belly.

I can get a record player, and a generator. Generate the music that makes you feel better.
The Holloways
Freitag, 16. März 2007
Human Behaviour
If you ever get close to a human
And human behaviour
Be ready be ready to get confused

There's definitely definitely definitely no logic
To human behaviour
But yet so yet so irresistible

And there's no map to human behaviour

They're terribly terribly terribly terribly moody
Then all of a sudden turn happy
But, oh, to get involved in the exchange
Of human emotions
Is ever so ever so satisfying

And there's no map
And a compass wouldn't help at all
Björk