Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Bloc Party























Por mais que seja irregular no som, as letras do negão superdescontrol de voz esganiçada (Kele Okereke), às vezes são bem espertas. Destaque para a claustrofobórica "Like eating glass" e a espertíssima pseudomanifesto "Helicopter". Aaaah, saiu recentemente "Silent Alarm Remixes", com gente como Cornelius, Whitey, M83, Erol Alkan, Four Tet remixando o disquinho de estréia da banda.O destaque vai pra versão de "Like eating glass" pelo grupinho electro Ladytron.

Like Eating Glass

It's so cold in this house
Open mouth swallowing us
The children sent home from school
Will not stop crying

And I know that you're busy
But do I know that you care?
You got your finger on the pulse
You got your eyes everywhere
And it hurts all the time when you don't return my calls
And you haven't got the time to remember how it was

It's so cold in this house
It's so cold in this house

I can't eat , I can't sleep
I can't sleep, I can't dream
An aversion to light
Got a fear of the ocean

Like drinking poison, like eating glass

It's so cold in this house
It's so cold in this house
It's so cold in this bed

We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the walls again
We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the furniture
We've got crosses on our eyes
For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse
We've got crosses on our eyes
We've been walking into the furniture

"Helicopter"


North to South
Empty
Running on
Bravado
As if to say, as if to say
As if to say he doesn't like chocolate
He's born a liar, he'll die a liar
Some things will never be different

Stop being so American
There's a time and there's a place
So James Dean
So blue jeans
He's gonna save the world
He's gonna

Are you hoping for a miracle?

Three out of five, three out of five (it's not enough)
Six out of ten
Better luck next time
Just like his Dad, just like his Dad (the same mistakes)
Some things will never be different
Hungry and dumb, hungry and dumb (so wait in line)
Queuing up for some more junk food
It's not my fault, it's not my fault (just this once)
They're getting so much younger

Why can't you be more European?
Bastard child of guilt and shame
Bury your head in the sand
I'm thinking six, six, six
I'm thinking six

Are you hoping for a miracle?(It's not enough)

2 Comments:

Blogger cara.jimbo said...

Bom as 4 primeiras são mesmo escutaveis, o resto é discutivel,hahahahha
Abraço.

3:53 PM  
Blogger Adler said...

rapz...
tudo neles soa bom, das letras a batida, se tivesse um set deejay...haha, esses caras estariam por lá.
hasta.

5:14 PM  

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