Thursday, September 29, 2005

URA Wednesdays - Death Cab for Cutie

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one of my favourite bands, dcfc released its new album a few months back [i think]. this could be a blessing in disguise but because dcfc is a relative unknown in singapore, getting their latest news/music is harder than getting a five-yolk mooncake. anyhow, the latest album "plans", released under a new label, no more barsuk records, proving that this very talented outfit's beginning to make it bigger in the states.

if i could open my arms
and span the length of the isle of manhattan,
i'd bring it to where you are
making a lake of the east river and hudson.
if I could open my mouth
wide enough for a marching band to march out,
they would make your name sing
and bend through alleys and bounce off other buildings

Marching Bands of Manhattan

ben gibbard's lyrics are still mournful as ever, makes you want to rip your heart out and eat it. his voice slicing the air the way his lyrics are really a knife slicing into life, revealing its essence. love, life, loss. aghhh. the album seems to be a continuation of "transatlanticism" in its sound [more tempered rock than pre-tranatlanticism dcfc] and imagery [water keeps coming back, one could almost feel it wash over you. like life does, like dcfc's songs do]. listen to this album, you must.

you and me
have seen everything to see
from bangkok to calgary,
and the soles of your shoes are all worn down.
the time for sleep is now
it's nothing to cry about,
because we'll hold each other soon,
in the blackest of rooms.

if heaven and hell decide
that they both are satisfied
illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

I Will Follow You Into the Dark

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Thursday, September 08, 2005

URA Wednesdays


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I'd Rather Dance With You
so let your hips do the talking/ i'll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings

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Sleep
well i could sleep forever/ but it's of her i dream

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Thursday, September 01, 2005

URA Wednesdays - Cocteau Twins

trippy with fack french accents. for the way she says hustler like hoostler and famous as feemous.

"it's amazing though, yeah, i mean thats...i mean really the records are...a representation of our coping skills...and i think...i was very much in denial...and i think that you can hear that on the album [blue bell knoll]...you know, not one word can you grasp...giving anything away...it just wasn't allowed..." NPR interview, '93

"a lot of the stuff i was singing about [in the early 1980's] was all metaphorical. i wasnt talking like i am now. i guess it's back to how much personal power you feel that you have. like, if i'm 17 and i dont even know when i'm hungry, am i tired, have i had any sleep - if you dont even know that, then how can you talk about lyrics that come from such an unconscious place? i always said 'i dont know', and i didnt." alternative press, '95

Heaven or Hell
he's a hustler/ it's a role, he'll never make a suit

Cherry-coloured funk (feat. The Cure!)
beetles and eggs and blues and bells and eggs and then blues

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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

URA Wednesdays

listen to some pretty good shit to open up your mind on floating weed

She Ionises And Atomises - Modest Mouse
fluorescent lights will always equal empty

Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset - Modest Mouse
like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance

Two Of Us - Aimee Mann feat. Michael Penn
two of us have memories longer than the road that stretches out from here

Love In The First Degree - Bananarama
because im guilty, guilty as a girl can be

Wouldnt It Be Nice - Beach Boys
you know it seems the more we talk about it, it only makes it worse to live without it

Veruca Salt - Danny Elfman
who went and spoilt her, who indeed? who pandered to her every need?

Oh My God - Kaiser Chiefs
oh my god! i cant believe it, i've never been this far away from home

Land - Patti Smith
horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses

I Caught Fire [In Your Eyes] - The Used
we could take our heads off, stay in bed just make love thats all

Everything Must Go - The Weakerthans
for a laugh, too loud and too long

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