The second round of trips 2010. Running out the last part tomorrow I realize that it may be a subtlety, but this ends up being a personal diary.
( A Swedish Love Story , 2010)
Pallett wrote this song about the absurdity of things to spin in search of perfection at risk of losing the spontaneity and freshness first pregnancy, but with lines like "Somewhere between the window and the door / I remembered what it was to play, play, play" and optimism infected with nostalgia of everything sounds, it can be applied to those times when we put too many obstacles in daily life and we should allow ourselves a little more at peace.
( Continental Breakfast, 2009)
The dancing with the heart in the mouth becomes in the nightlife and sad for this item a literal and emotional. I keep coming back to these verses that summarize how well the insecurity of someone who does not feel good enough and afraid to lose you love: "What will happen when you get an Englishman / serious and smart and with money to give? / Do not pay attention, do not sell your love ". The slightly wet my eyes now that I see written. You're afraid to lose what you do not have.
( Interior Tourism, 2006)
Worst of "the incurable disease in the umpteenth opportunity "is not about giving that opportunity to another, no. This is the situation that exists when we flinch to decide for a change although we are aware of the unsustainability of our present situation. Leave us are familiar places, discovering new faces ... too lazy and frightened, but should be. "I have to assume a new role / I'm not used to interpret / strictly participatory / not smiling" . Sibyl Vane wrote capital letters to Interior Tourism .
( Big Science, 1982)
The beauty is there and sometimes goes unnoticed, like the subject, I hear from small but not spoken directly to me now. On a slight metallic ringing, Laurie Anderson recites what for me is a clear manifestation of daily survival, no frills, clean, "walk, and you do not always realize it, but you're always falling down / With every step, you fall forward slightly, and the next you avoid falling off / (...) And this is how you can be walking and cayéndote while ".
( 16 Lovers Lane, 1988)
few mysteries remain unsolved with iPhones in hand. The technique of memorizing lines for hours to find them in Google to get home when a song is playing in a bar at dawn and you need to know who is himself or itself becomes obsolete (just to ask the dj) when someone out an iPhone and recognizes the song with Shazam. And so it happened with 'Love Goes On! ", The song that opens the disc with romantic exuberance 16 Lovers Lane and that I opened the door to The Go-Betweens. The thread optimistic, flawless acoustic guitar and humming the chorus will inevitably spread, and chest swells like you when you dare to say something silly to someone and returned a smile.
( Dreamy , 1991)
the primitive and naive humor falsely whole way. This song amuses me because my mother used to cross my fingers when I saw a redhead, strange superstition. About one-Raca Raca of skeletal chords and accompaniment with his classic deadpan voice, Calvin Johnson cautions and fun at the expense of a fatal attraction for a redhead: "I cut your heart like diamonds, end of story / bet you'll be blown away by that devilish crimson glory / (...) Listen to what that this wise man says: Stay away from red-haired ".
Listening to Gordon Gano getting too impatient and nervous (almost violently) with the person who steals the dream is hilarious but undeniably real camera. A tantrum by unrequited love, or maybe all are still his desire to get laid in the background. He sounds serious about music and crazy with your tantrum. "Give me a sign that you can keep a promise / promise / And you're unhappy / (This is only a guess)" .
( Crooked , 2010)
Kristin explained that 'Flooding' mourn him when he wrote, something that happens to often. Months later, Vic Chesnutt died and the song took all meaning for her, it was as if she had foretold the disaster. The song moves at the speed at which things dance in the density of the ocean, strong in the first part he describes the confidence with which someone has decided to leave ( "I can point to the time when you closed your eyes and said 'Yes' the flood ") and blurred by grief after (" Twice as fast, thirsty for someone who was in half the time "). Time stops, the heart is compressed.
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