mardi 20 septembre 2011
dimanche 18 septembre 2011
mercredi 7 septembre 2011
Door - Yura yura teikoku
Translation, found here :
Are you looking with untainted eyes
at the door you opened?
As if in a dream, can you come to love
this world in front of your eyes?
These waves, this distortion, this creaking,
I love them all passionately.
In any case, you've opened the door in front of you
First, people broke it, the door which opened itself
The earth was scorched in fire,
and it's also not a distant future.
Your arm, your fingers, and your legs,
do they move as you wish them to?
Anyway, you've opened the door in front of you
Anyway, you've opened the pitch-black door.
Let's start rowing toward an unknown sea
let's try to entrust ourselves to the stream
let's head toward a country we have never seen
let's go to a time that never existed
let's look down at the town from the sky
let's lean back to look up at the sky
at times, let's try to completely love
even the things we hate.
Are you looking with untainted eyes
at the door you opened?
As if in a dream, can you grow to love
this temporary world?
These waves, this distortion, this creaking
I love them passionately.
Anyway, you have opened the pitch-black door.
Songs to get in the mood
Hoshi ni nareta - Yura yura teikoku
Travelin' man - Ricky Nelson
Samishii samishii - Monsieur Kamayatsu
Chinese butterflies - Moi Caprice
mardi 30 août 2011
dimanche 28 août 2011
Shinsei Kamattechan
I randomly came across one of their albums, Tsumanne, because of the cover, that looked like this :
I listened to it, and after a rather ambivalent first impression, fell in love with Noko's voice, and their peculiar compositions. Examples :
For more :
Tomodachi o koroshite made
Minna shine
Tsumanne
Le klub des loosers - Vive la vie / Punchlines
"Je les sens qui descendent en rappel le long de mes joues, les jours où je me souviens que rien ne vaut vraiment le coup, et lorsque l'une d'elles s'écrase à la commissure de mes lèves, j'écarte sèchement son cadavre d'un revers de la main, ce goût amer ne me quitte plus donc le salé ne sert à rien"
"Elles partent en emportant ce que je n'arrive plus à porter, et tant pis si à la fin mes sentiments sont desséchés, des déceptions aux décès, je n'en fais plus un drame, ça partira avec les larmes"
"Souvent frustré par leur absence, c'est mal mais je compense, des sanglots rouges éclatent le long de mes poignets, je les tourne mais ils n'ouvrent pas la porte d'un monde meilleur"
"Papillon, petit pois, scie sauteuse, une princesse l'air très malheureuse, arc-en-ciel, métallurgie, papier, crayon, quand j'rappe je dis à peu près tout ce qui me passe par la tête, mes dernières rimes parleront sûrement d'une toute petite balle de plomb."
A rather depressing, but interesting album. Download it here.
And just because i don't want this note to end like that , one last song :
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