Farewell
With your sagging belly
With your fear of Hitler
With your mouth of bad short stories
With your fingers of rotten mandolins
With your arms of fat Paterson porches
With your belly of strikes and smokestacks
With your chin of Trotsky and the Spanish War
With your voice singing for the decaying overbroken workers
With your nose of bad lay, with your nose of the smell of the pickles of Newark

With your eyes
With your eyes of Russia
With your eyes of no money
With your eyes of false China
With your eyes of Aunt Elanor
With your eyes of starving India
With your eyes p___ing in the park
With your eyes of America taking a fall
With your eyes of your failure at the piano
With your eyes of your relatives in California
With your eyes of Ma Rainy dying in an ambulance
With your eyes of Czechoslovakia attacked by robots
With your eyes going to painting class at night in the Bronx
With your eyes of the killer Grandma you see on the horizon from the fire-escape
With your eyes running naked out of the apartment screaming into the hall
With your eyes being led away by policement to an ambulance
With your eyes strapped down on the operating table
With your eyes with the pancreas removed
With your eyes of appendix operation
With your eyes of abortion
With your eyes of ovaries removed
With your eyes of shock
With your eyes of lobotomy
With your eyes of divorce
With your eyes of stroke
With your eyes alone
With your eyes
With your eyes
With your Death full of Flowers?

Ultima Música da Compilação do The Artist da Rádio Etiópia

Adoro essa música… Das Antigas.

Ahhhh…

A Compilação da Rádio Etiopia é essa aqui =)

Lista das Músicas :
01. Matt Finney and Heinali – The Details / Lemonade (00.20)
02. Message to Bears – Running Through Woodland (07.55)
03. Matt Finney and Heinali – A Beginning (12.10)
04. Mogway – Special N (16.55)
05. Mar – Patiente (20.20)
06. Moby and Mark Lanegan – The Lonely Night (25.40)
07. Heligoland – One More Day (30.20)
08. Helen Jane Long – Free (33.35)
09. Hauschka – Twins (36.00)
10. Mumford & Sons – Awake My Soul (40.15)
11. Morrissey – Everyday Is Like Sunday (44.15)
12. The Soul’s Release – Untitled (Piano And Strings) (47.35)
13. Mi & L’au – Up In The Building (50.00)
14. Mark Kozelek – Carpet Crawlers (excerpt) (52.10)
15. Genesis – Carpet Crawlers (1999 version) (52.50)
16. Mi & L’au – Dance On My Skin (58.05)
17. Marble Sounds – Evenings (01.01.40)
18. We Deserve This – Red (01.06.35)
19. Films – Light (01.10.30)
20. Sinead O’Connor – Nothing Compares 2You (01.14.35)

Nothing Compares To You (Lyric)

“Nothing Compares 2 U”

It’s been seven hours and fifteen days
Since u took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since u took your love away

Since u been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues

`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u

It’s been so lonely without u here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong

I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they’d only remind me of you
I went to the doctor and guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said, “Girl, you better try to have fun no matter what you do.”
But he’s a fool

`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u

All the flowers that u planted, mama
In the back yard
All died when u went away
I know that living with u baby was sometimes hard
But I’m willing to give it another try

Nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u
Nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u
Nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u

On the last day of summer the sun shines bright
And we’re walking through the woods
What if love is the greatest damn liar of all
Would you trust me with your life?

On the last day of summer the clouds are white
And I’m sitting by the lake
And she’s singing my name, she’s beckoning me
If I just lose myself for now
For one day

I want to drown in her precious arms
I want to listen to the siren songs
She got me down into the water
And she got me holding on

And she’s floating oh so peacefully
As I’m watching from below
In the bluest water I ever saw
The palest body to be striped
By the sun

I want to drown in her precious arms
I want to listen to the siren songs
She got me down into the water
And she got me holding on

So let me drown in those precious arms
With all my untouchabilities washed away
Let me for once be lost for reason
Let me be lost
For words

Getting close by going far away
Going far by staying here
To the kind of place
Where loneliness ‘s travelling best
Leaving ill and well alone
If all fails
All fails
Let the clock strike upon this resting hour

For now
For now
Leaving point despair
Leaving point hope

Getting lost to find a way back home
Getting back by letting go
Make another thought fall
In the flow of things
And death is just a breath away
But so is life
Saying this, but knowing not
Which scares the most

For now
For now
Leaving point despair
Leaving point hope

Whatever worry
running through the veins
When you go, we go
Whatever worry
Raise the flair
When you’re there
You’re there
Getting close
Abandoning point home
Leaving point despair
Looking up from the rush of things
in the point of life
that is now
a point of life
For now

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAq0AOT5T58

Deu vontade de ouvir uma de minhas músicas preferidas do Pearl Jam.

“Release”

http://www.explosionsinthesky.com/discography/1

Those Who Tell The Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell The Truth Shall Live Forever

Release Date: September 4, 2001

1. Greet Death
2. Yasmin The Light
3. Moon Is Down
4. Have You Passed Through This Night?
5. A Poor Man’s Memory
6. With Tired Eyes, Tired Minds, Tired Souls, We Slept

Somehow, Jeremy deVine (self proclaimed Temporary Residence “overlord”) convinced us to leave the mild December climate of Austin, Texas and to drive northeast to Baltimore (where Temporary Residence was based at the time) and record what would be our second record and our first for TRL. This was in 2000 and our means of transportation was a barely functioning, deathtrap of a family van loaded with our equipment, our clothes, several bags of snacks and a massive boombox (there was not a working stereo in the van). The trip took us a few days and we think we played some shows on the way there, but the memories are a bit clouded. We found Jeremy’s house and knocked on the door. He answered and invited us inside. The place was in shambles. Boxes of records and CDs scattered about, art supplies crammed into every corner. The physical manifestation of our new record label was a shelf made of cinder blocks and a few planks. Also, it was freezing cold. Jeremy informed us that the house had no heat because nobody had paid the bill. We were concerned. We all slept that night in our parkas and hats and gloves. Then Jeremy woke us all up at seven in the morning (Jeremy doesn’t really sleep much and apparently doesn’t need to) and piled us all into the van. We would be driving to DC where we would be recording the album. Our first actual day of recording was discouraging. We couldn’t play any of the songs right and we were all really nervous. The four of us were convinced that we had made a terrible mistake thinking that we could record an album that a label would actually send to stores for people to buy. At the end of the day, we got back into the van and headed back to Jeremy’s house. None of us were feeling very good. We then stayed up all night talking with Jeremy. We told him how badly we thought the first day of recording went and how it might be best if we just packed up and went home. He didn’t seem concerned. He said he had faith and that he knew that it would turn out alright. Actually, he didn’t talk much about this horrible first day at all. Instead he talked about music and movies and art and food and growing up. He made us all laugh a lot. Eventually we fell asleep. Jeremy woke us at seven again and we drove to DC. And things went well. We recorded for the next few days, waking up early, driving to the studio, recording, eating at the famous Ben’s Chili Bowl, recording some more, driving back to Baltimore, talking, sleeping, dreaming. Less than a week later, we had a finished record and it was time to go home. We said our goodbyes to Jeremy. We were happy and sad. Happy that we had just recorded a record that we were all excited about. Sad because we had made a new, great friend and we weren’t sure when we would see him again. We left. (We scheduled some shows on the way home. One was in Syracuse. The show was in the basement of a house. The police came during our second song and made us stop. The next day our van wouldn’t start. We were stranded. We lived in the attic of some kind strangers. For eight full days we read books and watched blizzards and ate Chinese food and went sort of nuts. We almost missed Christmas. But eventually we made it home).

Title : We Stood Transfixed in Blank Devotion as Our Leader Spoke to Us, Looking Down On Our Mute Faces With a Great, Raging, and Unseeing Eye
From the album : Every Red Heart Shines Toward the Red Sun

From the album: The Fear Is Excruciating, But Therein Lies The Answer