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Πέμπτη, 25 Σεπτεμβρίου 2008

The Dresden Dolls - Night Reconnaissance / Amanda Palmer - Runs in the Family



To Night Reconnaissance βρίσκεται στο πρόσφατο EP των The Dresden Dolls, No, Virginia... .

Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes
God'll forgive them I guess but whose side are you on
Driving around the old town I remember it all
Dropping my lunchbox and tampax all over the hall

(And they said) you are a socialist cokehead we know from your clothes
You are a Satanist worshipper of things evil
Think you're a poet a folksinger poseur nah-oh
A volleyball player you've got to be kidding us all

So we hide from the cunts on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn

No-one can stop us the script is a work of genius
No-one has bought the rights yet but we're not giving up
Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club

Mary you look like hell
Stuck in that ridiculous shell
Give us some light and god's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and god's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and god's pure love
We're taking you to Hollywood

"HOLLLLEEEEEEEEWOOD!!!!"

And we hide from the cunts on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn

One plays a socialist cokehead we dress in my clothes
One plays a Satanist worshipper of thing evil
One plays a poet who starts up a band of his own
One plays a volleyball player with both her wrists broke

And we hide from the cunts on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes the dark side of the lawn
And we give them good homes give them love they've never known
In the loft of the barn in the town where I was born

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Πριν λίγες μέρες (8 Σεπτεμβρίου) η τραγουδίστρια του συγκροτήματος Amanda Palmer, κυκλοφόρησε προσωπικό άλμπουμ με τίτλο Who Killed Amanda Palmer * στο οποίο βρίσκεται το
Runs in the Family




My friend has problems with winter & autumn.
They give him prescriptions & shine bright lights on him.
They say it's genetic, they say he can't help it, they say you can catch it - but sometimes you're born with it.
My friend despite he gets shakes in the night & they say that there's no way that they could have caught it in time takes his toll on him.
It is traditional.
It is inherited.
Predispositional
Day I've been wondering what is inside of me, who can I blame for it?
I say it runs in the family

This family that carries me to such great lengths to open my legs up for anyone who'll have me. It runs in the family, I came by it honestly, do what you want who knows it might fill me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
fill me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up

My friend's depressed she's a wreck, she's a mess.
They've done all sorts of tests & they guess it has something to do with her grandmother's grandmother's grandmother saving war soldiers who probably infected her.
My friend has validation in some allergies that she dates back to the 17th century.
Somehow she manages in her misery.
Strips in the city and shows all her best tricks.
I mean well, I'm well well I mean I'm in hell well I still have my healthy at least that's what they tell me.
If wellness is this what in hells name is sickness?
But business is business and business runs in the family.

We tend to bruise easily.
Mad in the blood.
I'm telling you cuz I want you to know me - know me & my family.
We're wonderful folks, but don't get to close to me cuz you might knock me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
knock me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up

Mary have mercy now look what I've done but don't blame cuz I can't help where I come from.
Running is something that we've always done well & mostly I can't even tell what I'm running from.
Run from their pity, from responsibility.
Run from the country & run from the city.
I can run from the law, I can run from myself.
I can run from my life, I can run into debt.
I can run from it all, I can run til I'm gone.
I can run for the office & run for my cause.
I can run using every last ounce of energy.
I cannot, I cannot, I cannot run from my family.

They're hiding inside of me.
Don't change my life.
Help me if you might but don't tell my family.
They'd never forgive me.
They'd say that I'm crazy.
But they would say anything if it would shut me up......Shut me up.....Shut me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
Shut me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up


* Για το Who Killed Amanda Palmer έχει δημιουργηθεί μια πολύ καλή ιστοσελίδα στην οποία μπορεί κανείς να βρει και όλους τους στίχους αλλά και όσα βίντεο έχουν φτιαχτεί για τα τραγούδια του άλμπουμ.

4 σχόλια:

Ινδιάννα είπε...

όποιος με ξαναπει αγοροκόριτσο θα τον παραπέμψω στην Αμάντα (εκτος αν ο τίτλος του άλμπουμ της εννοει αυτο ακριβώς, ότι έχει σκοτώσει οτιδήποτε γυναικείο μέσα της και έχει μεταμορφωθει σε αγόρι). Μπρρρ, Jesus! (από μουσική, καλά τραγούδια, αξιολογότατοι -όπως πάντα βέβαια η επιλογές σου)!

sot είπε...

Ίσως να είναι το φάντασμά της αυτό που εμφανίζεται μετά τη "δολοφονία" της.
Μπορεί τα φαντάσματα να χάνουν το φύλο τους :)
Λες να είναι αυτό που μου έχει διαλύσει τη σύνδεση τις τελευταίες μέρες;

Πάντως είναι[πάρα πολύ καλά και το ep και το cd.

Ινδιάννα είπε...

Τι να πω για το ιντερνετ γενικότερα, εγώ έβαλα conn-x και πάλι σέρνεται το πι-σι και πάλι ο mozila δεν παίζει το blog σου- ευτυχώς μου το ανοιγει ο explorer. Αβυσσος η ψυχή του ιντερνετ. Περαστικά σύντομα!

sot είπε...

Μάλλον έπιασαν οι ευχές και επανήλθε το ιντερνετ. :)
Ελπίζω να μην είναι για λίγο.
Συνεχίζεται το πρόβλημα ε; :(
Οφείλεται στο flash player που όταν ζορίζεται το buffer του σταματάει να παίζει.
Δοκίμασε αυτό
"... Copy NPSWF32.dll from C:\Windows\System32\Macromed\Flash to C:\Program Files\Mozilla Firefox\plugins " που είναι πολύ αποτελεσματικό αλλά όχι 100%

 
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