| Courtney Barnett – Nobody Really Cares If You Don't Go to the Party Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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Who hasn't experienced the feeling described in the chorus of this amazing song... First time I heard it, last year @Glastonbury, I was just enthralled by its sheer energy. Then I read the lyrics and couldn't help but smile with the Oasis wink ("definitely maybe") It's a debate between two people (it can absolutely be an inside-of-your-mind discussion), one of whom wants to go out a lot, and the other one who just want to stay home. The tongue-in-cheek humor CB has always demonstrated is here at its best with lines like "You say You sleep when you're dead, I'm scared I'll die in my sleep" Love it |
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| The White Stripes – White Moon Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| like Meg wanted to say "I'm here, don't forget it"... interesting point | |
| The White Stripes – White Moon Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| me too! that cymbal falling has always caught my attention and it kind of composes the whole atmosphere for this song. It reminds me that this is an actual musician just playing a song, "the real thing" | |
| Jack White – Machine Gun Silhouette Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| With the 7'' vinyl I received a postcard with a really weird e-mail conversation between Jack and Rob Jones, whose last message is Jack saying "hey, there are some really nice lines in there, I used them for a song". And it's this song. A conversation about auctions and these things that are in the song. | |
| Beck – Lazy Flies Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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MOSCAS PEREZOSAS Moscas perezosas se pasean por ahÃ, el magistrado se pone los guantes y mira las nubes tan rosas y despeinadas, tiene que haber unas huellas, algún credo del demonio inscripto en nuestras mentes... Un juego detestable se desvanece en el aire. La vanidad de los esclavos, ¿quién quiere estar ahà para levantar la mierda, para enjaezar caballos muertos, para montar en el sol una vida de confesiones escritas en el polvo...? Allá en los manglares las gráculas religiosas lloran. En las sombras de azufre los barcos pesqueros flotan a la deriva mascando carne resecada en una casa de mala reputación, el polvo de los opiáceos y los pacientes sifilosos en vacaciones de paquete turÃstico. El miedo tiene un resplandor que te atrapa como un farol. Los puritanos se quedan mirando (sus almas son fluorescentes). La piel de un robot vibra de placer. Las matronas y los gigolos hablan como borrachos en el porche, sus ojos, como granadas, inválidos y ciegos... Un juego detestable se desvanece en el aire. La vanidad de los esclavos, ¿quién quiere estar ahà para levantar la mierda, para enjaezar caballos muertos, para montar en el sol una vida de confesiones escritas en el polvo...? |
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| Loose Fur – Laminated Cat Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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I love the first two verses of the chorus: "Candy left over from Halloween A unified theory of everything" It's like what's clearly not important and utterly material (and even traditional, as the Halloween festivity in the USA) can develop into a metaphysical riddle -just because the day is cloudy and you're sitting in front of the TV doing nothing. The song articulates that two registers, the little everyday stuff and the elaborated thoughts, as seasons pass. |
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| Wilco – She's A Jar Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| absolutely, there's definitely that other meaning involved | |
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