domingo, 5 de julho de 2009

Window to Landscapes


Anyone who likes ambient, downtempo, and electronic music such as Boards of Canada. But this is so much so much pleasent and smoth. I hope you can dream like me.

A little text that I wrote while I was listning this album:

Dentro duma sala cheia de luz estéril vejo o fim do dia. A janela encontra-se longe, ainda assim estes últimos raios de sol, juntamente com a música que brota dos meus fones, aconchegam-me. Ironicamente ou não, a musica carrega esperança, não só no nome mas também na viagem que me proporciona.
És o meu porto de abrigo, distante e turbulento, mas não faz mal, o que me enjoa é excesso de monotonia.
Volto a olhar para a janela o sol ainda lá está, resiste corajosamente à rotação de 5 999 999 999 de pessoas, que tentam desesperadamente me roubar este momento.
Sopra uma corrente de ar, mas apesar do calor que se faz sentir, não me sinto reconfortado...
Entram mais pessoas, mas parece que só eu é que carrego tormentas, bem sei que não é verdade, talvez seja apenas fraco de espírito, se fosse Homem levantava a cabeça às frustrações...
Passaram 10 min e a luz ainda respira, ainda me faz suspirar... Merda para esta corrente de ar, não a consigo imaginar como o teu respirar.
Saem pessoas e eu continuo aqui sentado à espera da sua morte, à espera da minha vida, à espera da tua luz, não desta luz estéril, não do último fôlego deste dia.
Despeço-me por agora, não é para isto que a luz estéril serve. Vou pensar, procurar o conforto nos números e nas fórmulas, mas já nem esses me dão alegrias, talvez a culpa seja desta luz estéril, afinal de contas tanta luz não passa de trevas.
Já só vejo um rasgo de sangue no horizonte, adeus.

Sorry to be in portuguese.

By the way the band that I'm talking about is Helios with the album Caesura.

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sexta-feira, 12 de junho de 2009

Evidently Chicken Town

the fucking cops are fucking keen
to fucking keep it fucking clean
the fucking chief's a fucking swine
who fucking draws a fucking line
at fucking fun and fucking games
the fucking kids he fucking blames
are nowehere to be fucking found
anywhere in chicken town

the fucking scene is fucking sad
the fucking news is fucking bad
the fucking weed is fucking turf
the fucking speed is fucking surf
the fucking folks are fucking daft
don't make me fucking laugh
it fucking hurts to look around
everywhere in chicken town

the fucking train is fucking late
you fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town

the fucking view is fucking vile
for fucking miles and fucking miles
the fucking babies fucking cry
the fucking flowers fucking die
the fucking food is fucking muck
the fucking drains are fucking fucked
the colour scheme is fucking brown
everywhere in chicken town

the fucking pubs are fucking dull
the fucking clubs are fucking full
of fucking girls and fucking guys
with fucking murder in their eyes
a fucking bloke is fucking stabbed
waiting for a fucking cab
you fucking stay at fucking home
the fucking neighbors fucking moan
keep the fucking racket down
this is fucking chicken town

the fucking train is fucking late
you fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town

the fucking pies are fucking old
the fucking chips are fucking cold
the fucking beer is fucking flat
the fucking flats have fucking rats
the fucking clocks are fucking wrong
the fucking days are fucking long
it fucking gets you fucking down
evidently chicken town
by John Cooper Clarke

The "bloody" version

sexta-feira, 5 de junho de 2009

Locomotiva Cerebral

So tired of dreaming awake.


segunda-feira, 1 de junho de 2009

Twilight Back...


Hi "somebodies", yes I'm back six months after my last update, not that I've been away, neither in coma, at least fisical coma... The fact is that I'm a lazy bastard, but something made me wake from that lethargic mode.

The musical notes that wake me up, are played by The Twilight Sad, as the best things in live I found them casually.

Everything happened, when I was in a geek moment looking for artists gear (bass/guitar effects) in a forum, and than I saw a photo of some band that were touring with Mogwai. This argument was strong enough to look for them, but...

What I've heard in their myspace was something totaly over my expectations. Passing to what matters, their music, you will find not only a vocalist with tons of scottish accent, but also a voice full o melancholly.
Besides the great vocals, you will find guitars that creates great ambiences, either intense and violent, either extremely melodic that reinforce even more the sensations transmited by the scottish accent.All this combined, tranport you imediatelly to some lost love, some winter evening, some rainy day, anything that leaves you in a lethargic mode thinking about some unhappy past events. "My lethargy beaten by songs with the same mood. How odd is that?"
The curious about heir music is the fact that the intensity of the songs and their atmosphere don't turn them something that you'll never listen on radio in fact some of them have a radiofonic potential that isn't usual in this type of bands.

Genre: shoegaze, post-rock, indie

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domingo, 11 de janeiro de 2009