Soft skin,
you touch me within and so I know I could be human once again.
I know you're faced with something that could consume you completely.
Soft skin,
you touch me once again and somehow it stings
‘cause I know it is the end
I hate that you’re leaving, so why don’t you talk to me?
You act like nothing ever happened but it meant the world to me.
And you can’t, and you can’t see the weight in the trees.
And you can’t, and you can’t see the weight of the bees,
and you can’t, and you can’t see the weight in the dark.
And you can’t, and you can’t see the weight on my heart.
(These were our fallen secrets…).
Soft skin.
Why have you been in my heart?
Soft skin, oh.
You will never lie to me again so now I’m suffering.
Oh you can’t, and you can’t see the wind in the trees.
And you can’t, and you can’t see the wind in the leaves.
And you can’t, and you can’t see the weight in the dark.
And you can’t, and you see the weight on my heart.
(These were our fallen secrets…).
Soft skin,
you touch me within and so I know I could be human once again.
I know you're faced with something that could consume you completely.
Soft skin,
you touch me once again and somehow it stings
‘cause I know it is the end.
I hate that you’re leaving so why don’t you talk to me?
Grimes. Skin.
Показват се публикациите с етикет музика. Показване на всички публикации
Показват се публикациите с етикет музика. Показване на всички публикации
вторник, 4 декември 2012 г.
понеделник, 5 декември 2011 г.
DETACH ME from my head
Oh man... I heard so many amazing tracks by awesome bands this year. Crystal Castles (Baptism), Warpaint (Elephants; Krimson; Burgundy), Interpol (Lights), Feist (Honey honey), My Brightest Diamond (Inside a boy), Uh Huh Her (Explode), Soil&Eclipse (Bridges; Sentence Me), Assemblage 23 (Impermanence), The Pierces (Space&Time), Lana Del Ray (Video Games), Florence's absolutely stunning new album and my latest obsession Little Hurricane (Haunted Heart; Give'em hell) - dragging me out of (or pulling me into) my darkest creepiest dangerous corners of my paranoid mind. And all of them bringing me one step closer to finding the perfect song.
This time I feel like I am closer than ever. I think this may be The One.
It's unreal. Every tone is like liters of lava than I am drinking greedily... It burns me from the inside, melts my internal organs, dissolves me and all memories of me...
I think of you in the furthest places where light and your breath feel like something I know I lost as a child when I was there. Cold-burning thieves drink the sun and eat concrete from our hands. Umbrellas cover the world and we sleep in the rain.
Don't follow them into the place that melts away...
I cannot go with you...
I cannot go with you.
This isn't home but it's where I really want to be.
Detach me
Detach me
Detach me...
from my head
Replace me
Replace me
Replace me...
with someone else
I don't belong here now
I don't belong here now.
I've crawled through.... myself and out.
I don't belong here.... now.
Oh, how many times in a day I wish I could detach myself... from my head.
Dissolve with me
This time I feel like I am closer than ever. I think this may be The One.
It's unreal. Every tone is like liters of lava than I am drinking greedily... It burns me from the inside, melts my internal organs, dissolves me and all memories of me...
I think of you in the furthest places where light and your breath feel like something I know I lost as a child when I was there. Cold-burning thieves drink the sun and eat concrete from our hands. Umbrellas cover the world and we sleep in the rain.
Don't follow them into the place that melts away...
I cannot go with you...
I cannot go with you.
This isn't home but it's where I really want to be.
Detach me
Detach me
Detach me...
from my head
Replace me
Replace me
Replace me...
with someone else
I don't belong here now
I don't belong here now.
I've crawled through.... myself and out.
I don't belong here.... now.
Oh, how many times in a day I wish I could detach myself... from my head.
Dissolve with me
сряда, 2 юни 2010 г.
All the lovers
Kylie, обичам те !
Супер невероятно видео към една неописуемо готина песен...
Понякога намираме песни, които сякаш вече сме изпели подсъзнателно, ритъмът е отмерен предварително от сърцето ни, мелодията е звучала тихичко в едно полусветло ъгълче някъде в нас... А текстът... се появява в googlе, когато Kylie ги запише :)
Dance!
It's all I wanna do
so won't you dance?
I'm standing here with you
why won't you move?
I'll get inside your groove
cuz I'm on fire, fire, fire, fire...
It hurts
when you get too close
But baby it hurts
When love is really good
you just want more
even if it throws to the fire, fire, fire, fire...
All the lovers
that have gone before
they don't compare to you.
Don't be frightened,
just give me a little bit more.
They don't compare...
all the lovers.
Feel!
Can't you see there's so much here to feel?
Deep inside your heart
you know I'm real.
Can't you see that this is really higher, higher, higher, higher...
Breathe!
I know you find it hard
but baby breathe.
Lying next to me
it's all you need.
And I'll take you there,
I'll take you higher, higher, higher, higher...
All the lovers that have gone before, they don't compare... to you.
Мммм... :) Връща ме в онзи момент, когато Роуз ми каза за облачето. Бяло-облачна пухеста песен...
[Няма нужда да споменавам, че ме кара да си мисля за теб... :) ]
Супер невероятно видео към една неописуемо готина песен...
Понякога намираме песни, които сякаш вече сме изпели подсъзнателно, ритъмът е отмерен предварително от сърцето ни, мелодията е звучала тихичко в едно полусветло ъгълче някъде в нас... А текстът... се появява в googlе, когато Kylie ги запише :)
Dance!
It's all I wanna do
so won't you dance?
I'm standing here with you
why won't you move?
I'll get inside your groove
cuz I'm on fire, fire, fire, fire...
It hurts
when you get too close
But baby it hurts
When love is really good
you just want more
even if it throws to the fire, fire, fire, fire...
All the lovers
that have gone before
they don't compare to you.
Don't be frightened,
just give me a little bit more.
They don't compare...
all the lovers.
Feel!
Can't you see there's so much here to feel?
Deep inside your heart
you know I'm real.
Can't you see that this is really higher, higher, higher, higher...
Breathe!
I know you find it hard
but baby breathe.
Lying next to me
it's all you need.
And I'll take you there,
I'll take you higher, higher, higher, higher...
All the lovers that have gone before, they don't compare... to you.
Мммм... :) Връща ме в онзи момент, когато Роуз ми каза за облачето. Бяло-облачна пухеста песен...
[Няма нужда да споменавам, че ме кара да си мисля за теб... :) ]
петък, 12 март 2010 г.
Reflections
Локвите може и да са мръсни, но отраженията в тях са по-красиви от света, в който дишам. Защото в тях няма земя. Само небе, облаци и върхове на дървета...
вторник, 9 март 2010 г.
God bless Apple. And Ipods.
Listening to: Radiohead - Street Spirit (Fade Out)
Спомням си тази песен още от когато бях много малка и не знаех за какво се пее... Но дори тогава ... когато видях клипа и детските ми очички се пълнеха със сълзи и си представях, че се пее за нещо много тъжно, което никога няма да узная (защото не допусках, че един ден ще знам английски)...
Спомням си тази песен още от когато бях много малка и не знаех за какво се пее... Но дори тогава ... когато видях клипа и детските ми очички се пълнеха със сълзи и си представях, че се пее за нещо много тъжно, което никога няма да узная (защото не допусках, че един ден ще знам английски)...
понеделник, 28 септември 2009 г.
Florence and The Machine - OST
Ако ме питате защо точно тази песен в момента е личният ми саундтрак, няма да мога да отговоря. Не знам наистина конкретната причина. Но усещам, че я има. Има нещо от тази песен в мен и нещо от мен в нея...
Текстът и музиката не могат да бъдат по-перфектни. А самото видео на този лайв е уникално.
петък, 5 юни 2009 г.
Low vs Diamond
Просто трябваше да го кача... :) Обожавам outfit-a на Lucas Field (leading vocals)... шареното якенце, часовника, гривните... Винаги го обличат много готино (ех, що не съм и аз рок звезда!). И танцува чаровно смешно :) Което е най-добрия вариант за мъж :)
Забелязвам в себе си тенденция: най-много ми харесват вокалистите, след това барабанистите и накрая басистите. Случаят не е изключение - Jon Pancoast (вляво от Лукас) е радост за окото ми, храна за фантазиите :) , а пък барабаниста Howie Diamond има някакъв много особено стил за свирене на барабаните... мноооого готино. Обичам музиканти, мамка му!
The leading guitar is killing me! So awesome!!!
неделя, 31 май 2009 г.
Even shadows have shadows
I stand alone, burned every bridge over the troubled water. I'm no longer hiding from my personality disorder. A stronger tide is coming. I've been running, trying to function fine with out my mind climbing out this fucking corner.
I was born a thorn, away from the rotten petals... A forgotten rebel... craft in the absence of heaven's heavy hands to develop an evident level of benevolence. So it's probably better I sold my soul to the devil. This is a message to anyone I met that thinks they know me:
"Don't pretend to understand none of the issues that I'm holding!"
I was in a rush to grow up. Look, Mom, no cuts! Just a stomach in disgust and the fear that I might go nuts this year. If I don't slow up I'll see you on my way. One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK...
I've lost all faith in a world so full of hate and I don't fucking love music - I just use it to escape.
I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race. Everything takes its toll but there's no tolls I can take. I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake. Introducing the corroded bumps I hide behind my smile. I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now... and keeps me down, stealing all my energy... I'm feeling like my enemy, concealing my identity, not dealing with my tendencies, I peel the skin and then I squeeze the real imprinted hand cause he's not human in this century. I'm kneeling to the entity. Who built this penitentiar as filthy as a centipede? And guilt was in his sense cause he was willing to just let me bleed while I wore a game face. In 10 years don't check for me -I'll be in the same place. This planet's just an over-populated mental hospital: each zombie walk around constitutes another obstacle.
So here it is, I'm finally coming out my shell. All 19 years of my life have been in conflict with myself. I'm insecure by every facet of my existence: from my addictions to the condition I choose to live in. Who you kidding? I suffer from excess anxiety, a product of pollution in American society. Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind and I no longer have an ego I can hide behind.
But I've been trying disregarding my insanity. Every form of art isolates us from humanity. But it's provoked against being force fed... so FUCK education for a decade and 3 years of headaches from my peers. Cause now I realize I could have learned more on my own. They taught me how to know everything except my soul which is everything I need to grow, everything that keeps me whole, everything that ever meant anything to me. So I leave with golden hopes to rip the leash that holds my focus... but the fact remains the same: I'm still bound by chains. It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft - the fact remains the same: you're still bound by chains. Some people say I've changed and it's harder to relate to me. Good. I never liked you - our friendship was make believe. I'm peeling the mask back and revealing the rap that's been feeling my organs, drilling short distorted portions of morbid acid, keeps the torture unfortunately crafted, interests to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder. The minutes get shorter, the walls start to close in... Feels like the brain is hanging on by one clothes pin. I've hidden in the darkness for too long. I make it look all right but on the inside it's all wrong. I want life to change but I don't know if it can for a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am.
I stand alone burned every bridge over the trouble water... no longer hiding from my personality disorder. You want to die in my life? Then come and stay in madness' favorite little corner!
Cause even shadows have shadows... and my secrets are eating me eagerly feeding. I scream in my dreams away but they keep on defeating me...
Even Shadows have Shadows... Welcome to the dusty subconscious of an actor who murdered his childhood to stop the audience's laughter.
Even Shadows have Shadows... How am I to break free from my fears when I don't like what I see and I can't feel what I hear?
Even Shadows have Shadows... So don't judge my book by it's cover cause my story's just fucked up as any other!
By Eyedea.
Biiiiig up for the mindblowing lyrics he wrote when he was JUST 19! Some day I might even translate it. Just to see if it sounds that nice in BG.
I was born a thorn, away from the rotten petals... A forgotten rebel... craft in the absence of heaven's heavy hands to develop an evident level of benevolence. So it's probably better I sold my soul to the devil. This is a message to anyone I met that thinks they know me:
"Don't pretend to understand none of the issues that I'm holding!"
I was in a rush to grow up. Look, Mom, no cuts! Just a stomach in disgust and the fear that I might go nuts this year. If I don't slow up I'll see you on my way. One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK...
I've lost all faith in a world so full of hate and I don't fucking love music - I just use it to escape.
I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race. Everything takes its toll but there's no tolls I can take. I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake. Introducing the corroded bumps I hide behind my smile. I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now... and keeps me down, stealing all my energy... I'm feeling like my enemy, concealing my identity, not dealing with my tendencies, I peel the skin and then I squeeze the real imprinted hand cause he's not human in this century. I'm kneeling to the entity. Who built this penitentiar as filthy as a centipede? And guilt was in his sense cause he was willing to just let me bleed while I wore a game face. In 10 years don't check for me -I'll be in the same place. This planet's just an over-populated mental hospital: each zombie walk around constitutes another obstacle.
So here it is, I'm finally coming out my shell. All 19 years of my life have been in conflict with myself. I'm insecure by every facet of my existence: from my addictions to the condition I choose to live in. Who you kidding? I suffer from excess anxiety, a product of pollution in American society. Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind and I no longer have an ego I can hide behind.
But I've been trying disregarding my insanity. Every form of art isolates us from humanity. But it's provoked against being force fed... so FUCK education for a decade and 3 years of headaches from my peers. Cause now I realize I could have learned more on my own. They taught me how to know everything except my soul which is everything I need to grow, everything that keeps me whole, everything that ever meant anything to me. So I leave with golden hopes to rip the leash that holds my focus... but the fact remains the same: I'm still bound by chains. It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft - the fact remains the same: you're still bound by chains. Some people say I've changed and it's harder to relate to me. Good. I never liked you - our friendship was make believe. I'm peeling the mask back and revealing the rap that's been feeling my organs, drilling short distorted portions of morbid acid, keeps the torture unfortunately crafted, interests to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder. The minutes get shorter, the walls start to close in... Feels like the brain is hanging on by one clothes pin. I've hidden in the darkness for too long. I make it look all right but on the inside it's all wrong. I want life to change but I don't know if it can for a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am.
I stand alone burned every bridge over the trouble water... no longer hiding from my personality disorder. You want to die in my life? Then come and stay in madness' favorite little corner!
Cause even shadows have shadows... and my secrets are eating me eagerly feeding. I scream in my dreams away but they keep on defeating me...
Even Shadows have Shadows... Welcome to the dusty subconscious of an actor who murdered his childhood to stop the audience's laughter.
Even Shadows have Shadows... How am I to break free from my fears when I don't like what I see and I can't feel what I hear?
Even Shadows have Shadows... So don't judge my book by it's cover cause my story's just fucked up as any other!
By Eyedea.
Biiiiig up for the mindblowing lyrics he wrote when he was JUST 19! Some day I might even translate it. Just to see if it sounds that nice in BG.
петък, 15 май 2009 г.
Harry McVeigh - closer view
Not half as bad view, huh?
Малко се излага на места с вокалите, buuuut who gives a fuck??! Check out his hands... and his perfect hair. (mmmm)
Ах, как обичам музиканти... които танцуват... & stuff. :)
вторник, 5 май 2009 г.
сряда, 15 април 2009 г.
Death - 3:19 - 3:30
Обичам чувството, което ме обзема, когато намеря нова група, на която да се радвам... Мрачното време става слънчево, времето се отмерва с броя на плейовете на песните и не стига да им се наслушам, пея си ги даже преди да заспя,... крачките ми придобиват синхронно на ритъма темпо и ми се струва, че ако хората знаеха точно колко хубава песен слушам щяха да ми се молят да им я пусна... Точно като влюбване: изпитваш страхотна тръпка да си пуснеш парчето, затваряш очи на най-хубавите места и ти се иска да изтъпанчиш 10-метрови тонколони из целия град, за да я чуеш възможно най-силно и да кънти отвсякъде. И точно като при влюбването, никога не ти стига.
Така се чувствам днес :-) Оказва се, че в средата на януари тази година дебютния си албум е издала една доста обещаваща според моите вкусове групичка. От Лондон. Ммммм, Лондонски алтърнатив... delicious, нали? Meet... WHITE LIES. Доста готино име с доста хубаво първо впечатление.
Разбира се, малко съм позакъсняла, но групата все още си е новичка. И песните им са..... WOW! Последния път, когато казах това за алтърнатив рок група беше миналия ноември за Kings Of Leon - it's been awhile. Странното е, че първия път като ги чух ми заприличаха по звучене на една старичка друга група, пак британска - Joy Division. Не мога да обясня защо, мисля, че заради разтъсващия глас на вокалиста и мрачното му излъчване... А и текстовете им са доста Ian Curtis... И днес най-изненадващо видях, че и друг youtube потребител ги разпознава като последователи на Joy Division побързах да му кажа, че не е сам. Останалите фенове обаче изглежда намират прилика със стилът на The Killers. Нееееее знам. Знам, че се влюбих в музиката на WHITE LIES, в текстовете им, звученето им, в барабаниста им, във вокалиста... Нужно ли е да споменавам, че е fucking hot as hell and I'd *&%$ him any given day... :))) (трябва да направя една класацийка на мъже... ама за това по-нататък) So... meet the reason I'm smiling today, my new love, the stunning third single of their album: TO LOSE MY LIFE
Така се чувствам днес :-) Оказва се, че в средата на януари тази година дебютния си албум е издала една доста обещаваща според моите вкусове групичка. От Лондон. Ммммм, Лондонски алтърнатив... delicious, нали? Meet... WHITE LIES. Доста готино име с доста хубаво първо впечатление.
Разбира се, малко съм позакъсняла, но групата все още си е новичка. И песните им са..... WOW! Последния път, когато казах това за алтърнатив рок група беше миналия ноември за Kings Of Leon - it's been awhile. Странното е, че първия път като ги чух ми заприличаха по звучене на една старичка друга група, пак британска - Joy Division. Не мога да обясня защо, мисля, че заради разтъсващия глас на вокалиста и мрачното му излъчване... А и текстовете им са доста Ian Curtis... И днес най-изненадващо видях, че и друг youtube потребител ги разпознава като последователи на Joy Division побързах да му кажа, че не е сам. Останалите фенове обаче изглежда намират прилика със стилът на The Killers. Нееееее знам. Знам, че се влюбих в музиката на WHITE LIES, в текстовете им, звученето им, в барабаниста им, във вокалиста... Нужно ли е да споменавам, че е fucking hot as hell and I'd *&%$ him any given day... :))) (трябва да направя една класацийка на мъже... ама за това по-нататък) So... meet the reason I'm smiling today, my new love, the stunning third single of their album: TO LOSE MY LIFE
Гласът му направо ме влудява. Ето и линк към оригиналното видео: http://www.vbox7.com/play:3b78e7df
Вторият им сингъл за мен е вече безсмъртен. Адски добра песен. А бе момчетата са страхотни... Вижте сами live-изпълнението им на DEATH:
Линк към оригиналното видео: http://www.vbox7.com/play:1f16e05d
Препоръчвам горещо още:
E.S.T. - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SGmBjNzPCM !!!
FAREWELL TO FAIRGROUND - http://www.vbox7.com/play:2dfa6d02
UNFINISHED BUSINESS - http://www.vbox7.com/play:fe208d0e
Интересното е, че във всяка от посочените песни се споменава непременно die, kill, blood или death, но не звучат suicidal. Damn it, I love these guys :)
вторник, 14 април 2009 г.
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