quarta-feira, 31 de julho de 2013
terça-feira, 30 de julho de 2013
segunda-feira, 29 de julho de 2013
domingo, 28 de julho de 2013
sábado, 27 de julho de 2013
Kill For Love
In my mind I was waiting for change
While the world just stayed the same
Everybody's got a secret to hide
Everyone is slipping backwards.
sexta-feira, 26 de julho de 2013
quinta-feira, 25 de julho de 2013
#126
you
you're a beast, she said
your big white belly
and those hairy feet.
you never cut your nails
and you have fat hands
paws like a cat
your bright red nose
and the biggest balls
I've ever seen,
you shoot sperm like a
whale shoots water out of the
hole in its back.
beast beast beast,
she kissed me,
what do you want for
breakfast?
"Love is a Dog from Hell",
Charles Bukowski.
segunda-feira, 22 de julho de 2013
#125
Thom Yorke has a knack for knocking the air out of one’s lungs
"Street Spirit is out purest song, but I didn't write it...it wrote itself. We were just its messengers...Its biological catylysts. It's core is a complete mystery to me...and (pause) you know, I wouldn't ever try to write something that hopeless...All of our saddest song have somewhere in them at least a glimmer of resolve...Street Spirit has no resolve...it is the dark tunnel without the light at the end. It represents all tragic emotion that is so hurtful that the sound of that melody is its only definition. We all have a way of dealing with that song...It's called detachment...Especially me...I detach my emotional radar from that song, or I couldn't play it...I'd crack. I'd break down on stage...that's why its lyrics are just a bunch of mini-stories or visual images as opposed to a cohesive explanation of it's meaning...I used images set to the music that I thought would convey the emotional entirety of the lyric and music working together. That's what's meant by 'all these things are one to swallow whole'...I meant the emotional entirety, because I didn't have it in me to articulate the emotion (pause) I'd crack...Our fans are braver than I to let that song penetrate them, or maybe they don't realize what they're listening to...They don't realize that Street Spirit is about staring the fucking devil right in the eyes...and knowing, no matter what the hell you do, he'll get the last laugh...and it's real...and true. The devil really will get the last laugh in all cases without exception, and if I let myself think about that to long, I'd crack. I can't believe we have fans that can deal emotionally with that song...That's why I'm convinced that they don't know what it's about. It's why we play it towards the end of our sets. It drains me, and it shakes me, and hurts like hell everytime I play it, looking out at thousands of people cheering and smiling, oblivious to the tragedy of it's meaning, like when you're going to have your dog put down and it's wagging it's tail on the way there. That's what they all look like, and it breaks my heart.
I wish that song hadn't picked us as its catalysts, and so I don't claim it. It asks too much (very long pause). I didn't write that song."
Enterlude | When You Were Young
We hope you enjoy your stay
It's good to have you with us
Even if it's just for the day.
We hope you enjoy your stay
Outside the sun is shining
It seems like heaven ain't far away.
It's good to have you with us
Even if it's just for the day.
domingo, 21 de julho de 2013
sábado, 20 de julho de 2013
quarta-feira, 17 de julho de 2013
Castles In The Snow
You're my favorite daydream
I'm your famous nightmare
Everything I see looks like gold
Everything I touch goes cold
terça-feira, 16 de julho de 2013
segunda-feira, 15 de julho de 2013
Funeral
Really too late to call,
So we wait for morning
To wake you is all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they warn...
sexta-feira, 12 de julho de 2013
quinta-feira, 11 de julho de 2013
quarta-feira, 10 de julho de 2013
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