Music Is My Hot Hot Sex
By CSS
From all the drugs the one i like more is music
From all the junks the one i need more is music
From all the boys the one i take home is music
From all the ladies the one i kiss is music
Music is my boyfriend
Music is my girlfriend
Music is my dead end
Music is my imaginary friend
Music is my brother
Music is my great-grand-daughter
Music is my sister
Music is my favorite mistress
From all the shit the one i gotta buy is music
From all the jobs the one i choose is music
From all the drinks the one i get drunk of music
From all the bitches the one i wannabe is music
Music is my beach house
Music is my hometown
Music is my kingsize bed
Music is where i meet my friends
Music is my hot hot bath
Music is my hot hot sex
Music is my back rub
My music is where i'd like you to touch
Claro-que-simFui escoteira-mirim
Direto da escola, não
Não ia cheirar cola
Nem basquete, pebolim
O que eu gosto não é de graça
O que gosto não é farsa
Tem guitarra, bateria, computador saindo som
Alguns dizem que mais alto que um furacão (rhéum)
Perto dele eu podia sentir
Saía de seu olho e chegava em mim
Sentada do seu lado
Eu queria encostar
Faria o tigela até o sol raiar
Debaixo do lençol
Ele gemia em ré bemol
Fiquei tensa
Mas tava tudo bem (tudo bem)
Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também
Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também
Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também
Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também
Ele é fodão, mas eu sei que eu sou também
I don’t know why I like this song so much. It’s just been stuck in my head all day. Couldn’t find a proper video for viewing/listening. Sorry.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Ocean Breathes Salty
Ocean Breathes Salty
By Modest Mouse
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZE-ML-BAAfY
(watch the video)
Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in.
In my head, in my heart, in my soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Don't think so.
Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile.
The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I hope so.
Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile.
Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded in on itself.
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind.
Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How the hell could I mind?
Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?
Mike made me listen to it. The music is beautiful, the lyrics are beautiful, the video is beautiful. It’s such a sad song, but…touching. It’s so original. Not the kind of sound you hear every day. It took a few listens to appreciate it quite as much as I do now, but it was worth it.
Also, I know I was going to reserve this blog mainly for songs, but I have to say how much I love the music video. It’s exactly the kind of thing I think is incredible. It made my day. You rarely get something that right, but it’s perfect.
By Modest Mouse
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZE-ML-BAAfY
(watch the video)
Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in.
In my head, in my heart, in my soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Don't think so.
Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile.
The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I hope so.
Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile.
Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded in on itself.
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind.
Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How the hell could I mind?
Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?
Mike made me listen to it. The music is beautiful, the lyrics are beautiful, the video is beautiful. It’s such a sad song, but…touching. It’s so original. Not the kind of sound you hear every day. It took a few listens to appreciate it quite as much as I do now, but it was worth it.
Also, I know I was going to reserve this blog mainly for songs, but I have to say how much I love the music video. It’s exactly the kind of thing I think is incredible. It made my day. You rarely get something that right, but it’s perfect.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Love Rymes With Hideous Car Wreck
Love Rymes With Hideous Car Wreck by the Blood Brothers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OEtlteAojI
(Please don't watch the video - just listen to it. It's so annoying to watch. Even I, who love the song, am pissed the fuck off by this video. Also, the sound lags so the visuals are off and it just gives you a headache. Yeah - just listen. Please.)
Those tire tracks
Zigzag your torso like the Devil's self portrait
The car accident, the skin graft treatment,
The flower basketsThe wincing relatives...
You bid her farewell then got in your car
And that's the last thing that you can recall
And when they pulled you out
You didn't know your name
Exploding semi truck, I blurred your face with flame...
You met Jane four years ago today
Dancing at some vomit-stained frat party
Her newspaper gown, a flashing headline brown,
her violent gypsy danc, her tired underpants...
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Rhymes with pity now
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Rhymes with sympathy now
Jane let you touch and feel her
She was so free like a pineapple in a tree, but
You said it's dangerous
To be so intimate
You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous
And Jane said when she laid on her back
The sun hit her body like an ugly landscape
But some things never get better
Like used cars and bad livers
So you traded her in for a better looking brand
One with fake porno tits
A pad lock on her lips
A disposable tan
Biodegradable hands
Back at the hospital
You got no visitors at all
She visits you in your sleep
That newspaper gown (you want it)
Is always on fire (you want it)
Back at the hospital
You got no visitors at all
She visits you in your sleep
But that newspaper gown (you want it)
Is always on fire (you want it)
She met him a week after you left her
When you tossed out her untouched to the garbage collector
He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment
And then they did all the things
You never said that you wanted
And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull
And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold
Last night you gave your burden a name
Last night you gave your burden a face
But your burden looks an awful lot like her
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Rhymes with pity now
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Rhymes with sympathy now
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
This song…wow. It’s bizarre. I decided to put it as my first post on this blog just because it’s very strange and the whole band is one that normally goes against all my tastes in music. But my friend loved this song so much that she made me listen to it – and the whole album – three times while she was at my house one day. I kind of worshipped her back then, so anything she liked, I tried to like to – this included. Needless to say, it kind of grew on me, both the song and the band. I’m not quite sure how it happened exactly.
So let’s see…I like this song because it’s not your typical love song. It’s ugly. Everything about it is ugly – the story, the singing, the images the lyrics give – but it just hits something right. There’s a lot of anger and regret and disgust. And the chorus. Oh, how I love the chorus! Everything about it is perfect and it’s what saved the song for me. I wouldn’t have been able to stand listening to it otherwise. A lot of people hate Blood Brothers lyrics and call them juvenile – which is kind of true. It’s emo poetry half the time. But despite that I still enjoy listening to it. There’s something raw about it; they don’t shy away from the feeling they want to portray, even if it is somewhat adolescent. The music in itself is pretty good once you get past the singing. They’ve got some really good tunes and guitar work that play with the vocals throughout. I’ve only been able to start listening to the instruments in Blood Brothers songs recently just because I’ve always been overpowered by the voices. But now that I have, I’m pleasantly surprised.
I kind of suck at reviewing, especially music, so this is how I’m going to end my first post. Hopefully more shall follow!!
And give the song a chance, even if you don’t like it at first. It’s the kind of thing that must be listened to more than once.
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