1/2 Liedlein des Tages...
Hach, was freu ich mich auf
das Erstlingswerk
"Tomorrow Is A Million Years"
der Luzerner Band
Les Yeux Sans Visage.
Postrock at it's best...
Vielleicht nicht innovativ,
trotzdem genau mein Ding.
Hier mal 2 Hörbeispiele:
und
Hach, was freu ich mich auf
das Erstlingswerk
"Tomorrow Is A Million Years"
der Luzerner Band
Les Yeux Sans Visage.
Postrock at it's best...
Vielleicht nicht innovativ,
trotzdem genau mein Ding.
Hier mal 2 Hörbeispiele:
und
Musik: Other Lives - Tamer Animals
Album-Empfehlung:
Other Lives
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Tamer Animals
Musik: Sparrow and the workshop - Against the grain
Harr,
diese Stimme schneidet doch
die Luft.
Laut.
Lauter.
Herrlich!
Musik: The Jezabels - Easy To Love
Diese Band ist so
fantastisch...
Unglaublich.
Musik: Gotye (feat. Kimbra) - Somebody That I Used To Know
Musik: Silver Firs - Away we go
Oh mein Gott!
Schweizer können Musik,
und zwar richtig schöne!
Musik: Kasabian - Underdog
Was ein Tune...
Perfekt für diesen Morgen.
Musik: Kashmir - Pursuit of misery
And the ring is golden
and the gate stands open
and the lilies of the valley
and the girl is more than shrewd
and this place is such a scoop
and the crowd looks up
to your marble tower
to the jolts from your silver drum
to the sweets gone sour
you're the perpetrator
you're the escalator and
you're southbound
so southbound
but never coming down
you're a lunaroma
with a gloom diploma
and the crowd stands up
to your marble tower
to the jolts from your silver drum
to the sweets gone sour
to the torch going out
to the song of a lemon flower
to the strong pursuits
time won't listen
time won't listen
time in time will make you listen
Musik: Blonde Redhead - Spring and by Summer fall
Blonde Redhead.
Letzte Woche live in Zürich.
Holy Shit.
Was diese 3 Menschen
für Klangteppiche
herbeizaubern,
ist kaum zu beschreiben.
Unfassbar.
Musik: The Crookes - Godless Girl
A life, a wreck.
Charming is her dress...
...and the nape of her neck.
My ink's awry in the blink of an eye
It leaves, by the by.
Take off old threads by her tomb of a bed.
Am I right in the head?
And we'll pretend like we're angry young men...
...lest we should forget.
Angst marrs your eyes (such unclear warning signs).
Am I evil? Am I kind?
My heart's cold drone will outlive these faded bones...
...but I won't always be alone, I won't always feel this...
How she now sits oddly with the times.
I was lost, was lost, was lost and so ashamed.