Arcade Fire

Só com a listeenha de discos da revista Q, dei conta de que nunca falei de um dos melhores albuns do ano: "Funeral" do Arcade Fire. A principal banda do canpop(pop canadense;P), liderada pelo casal Win Butler e Regine Chassagne, não trata-se de uma bandinha básica de rock dançante com sonoridade anos 80. A banda que surgiu em 2003, além de fazer dançar em algumas canções como em "Neighborhood #3" e levar-nos a um certo saudosimo em "Neighborhood #1", faz um som bem elaborado composto por instrumentos de cordas (cello, violino, até harpas), por vezes viaja para a música folk lembrando Neil Young, outras vezes fica meio blasé lembrando Lou Reed.A banda esteve recentemente no Tim Festival e segundo quem viu, foi o show do festival, "uma grande catarse coletiva". A banda tem uns oito integrantes e vários deles multi-instrumentistas, no show até brincam de trocar de instrumentos entre eles. As letras de "Funeral", segundo lendas saõ inspiradas no 11 de setembro, mas o que se sabe mesmo é que a maioria foram inspiradas na vizinhança do casal. No site oficial da banda diz que o porquê de "Funeral", devendo-se ao fato de vários parentes dos integrantes da banda terem morrido durante a gravação no studio. Apesar do título o album não chega a ser depressivo, porém melancólico. Mas prefiro as partes mais agitadas do cd, como "Neighborhood#2 (Laika)", uma das minhas preferidas do ano! Aee vão algumas letreenhas....

"Neighborhood #2 (Laika)"


Alexander, our older brother,
set out for a great adventure.
He tore our images out of his pictures,
he scratched our names out of all his letters.

Our mother shoulda just named you Laika!

Come on Alex, you can do it.
Come on Alex, there’s nothin’ to it.
If you want somethin’ don’t ask for nothin,
if you want nothin’ don’t ask for somethin’!

Our mother shoulda just named you Laika!
It’s for your own good,
it’s for the neighborhood!

Our older brother bit by a Vampire!
For a year we caught his tears in a cup.
And now we’re gonna make him drink it.
Come on Alex don’t die or dry up!

Our mother shoulda just named you Laika!
It’s for your own good,
it’s for the neighborhood!

When daddy comes home you always start a fight,
so the neighbors can dance in the police disco lights.
The police disco lights.
Now the neighbors can dance!
Look at ‘em dance.


"Rebellion (lies)"


Sleeping is giving in,
no matter what the time is.
Sleeping is giving in,
so lift those heavy eyelids.

People say that you’ll die
faster than without water.
But we know it’s just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter.

People say that your dreams
are the only things that save ya.
Come on baby in our dreams,
we can live our misbehavior.

Every time you close your eyes
Lies, Lies!

People try and hide the night
underneath the covers.
People try and hide the light
underneath the covers.

Come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers,
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

Hidin’ from your brothers
underneath the covers,
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

People say that you’ll die
faster than without water,
but we know it’s just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter,
Scare your son, scare your daughter.

Now here’s the sun, it’s alright! (Lies!)
Now here’s the moon, it’s alright! (Lies!)
Now here’s the sun, it’s alright! (Lies!)
Now here’s the moon it’s alright (Lies!)
But every time you close your eyes. (Lies!)


"In the backseat"


I like the peace
in the backseat,
I don’t have to drive,
I don’t have to speak,
I can watch the country side,
and I can fall asleep.

My family tree’sloosing all it’s leaves,
crashing towards the driver’s seat,
the lightning bolt made enough heat
to melt the street beneath your feet.

Alice died
in the night,

I’ve been learning to drive.
My whole life,
I’ve been learning.

I like the peacein the backseat,
I don’t have to drive,
I don’t have to speak,
I can watch the country side

Alice diedin the night,
I’ve been learning to drive.
My whole life,
I’ve been learning.