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Thrill
The King of the Blues was in Byblos yesterday. He got sick and wasn’t on his best form. It broke my heart (and made me cry) to see him on stage barely able to sing and forgetting his band members’ names. Let’s not even talk about the guitar playing or the fact that he played 2 songs twice. I actually turned and looked away for most of the concert. So, no I didn’t see him puke. However everybody talked about it. He wasn’t drunk. He’s diabetic and had a hypoglycemic attack. Whatever… He was more punk rock than Sid Vicious. He sat back up and plowed on for another hour or so. He got the crowd on its feet and in the end I’d say most of the audience was happy to have witnessed history, even if it was painful to watch. Whoever said it was going to be an easy ride?
The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
The thrill is gone baby
The thrill is gone away
You know you done me wrong baby
And you’ll be sorry someday
I love this edit. And here’s a fanshot video of BB and slash goofing around on the same track last year at the Royal Albert Hall
The thrill is gone
It’s gone away from me
The thrill is gone baby
The thrill is gone away from me
Although I’ll still live on
But so lonely I’ll be
The thrill is gone
It’s gone away for good
Oh, the thrill is gone baby
Baby its gone away for good
Someday I know I’ll be over it all baby
Just like I know a man should
You know I’m free, free now baby
I’m free from your spell
I’m free, free now
I’m free from your spell
And now that it’s over
All I can do is wish you well
I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill
On Blueberry Hill where I found you
The moon stood still on Blueberry Hill
And lingered till my dreams came true
The wind in the willow played
Love’s sweet melody
But all of those vows you made
Were never to be
Tho’ we’re apart you’re part of me still
For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill
You don’t know how you took it
You just know what you got
Oh Lordy you’ve been stealing
From the thieves and you got caught
In the headlights
Of a stretch car
You’re a star
Dressing like your sister
Living like a tart
They don’t know what you’re doing
Babe, it must be art
You’re a headache
In a suitcase
You’re a star
Oh no, don’t be shy
You don’t have to go blind
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
You don’t know how you got here
You just know you want out
Believing in yourself
Almost as much as you doubt
You’re a big smash
You wear it like a rash
Star
Oh no, don’t be shy
It takes a crowd to cry
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
They want you to be Jesus
They’ll go down on one knee
But they’ll want their money back
If you’re alive at thirty-three
And you’re turning tricks
With your crucifix
You’re a star
(Oh child)
Of course you’re not shy
You don’t have to deny love
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
Larme Fatale
I was talking to a friend about tears being a woman’s lethal weapon: “larme fatale”. I can’t deal with tears. Remembered in the following sequence “This Mortal Coil‘s album It’ll end in tears. It’s the one that illustrates this post… The one with the Tim Buckley cover that this same friend likes so much… I also thought of this silly Grease track.
http://youtu.be/oWI8aB9D-JI
You don’t remember me
But I remember you
It was not so long ago
You broke my heart in two
Tears on my pillow
Pain in my heart
caused by you…you…
If we could start anew
I wouldn’t hesitate
I’d gladly take you back
and tempt the hands of fate
Tears on my pillow
Pain in my heart
caused by you…you…you,you…you…
Love is not a gadget
Love is not a toy
When you find the one you love
He’ll fill your heart with joy
If we could start anew
I wouldn’t hesitate
I’d gladly take you back
and tempt the hands of fate
Tears on my pillow
Pain in my heart
caused by you..you
And then I realized there was this Drums song
Baby, I know you hate me so
I gave you everything, why do you hate me so?
I don’t feel sorry when you cry
I don’t believe you when you lie
Because your eyes are always saying goodbye
Saying goodbye
Baby, you took my soul
I gave you everything, what did you give my soul?
I don’t feel sorry when you cry
I don’t believe you when you lie
Because your eyes are always saying goodbye
Saying goodbye
It will all end in tears
And they sound so much like the Cure…
I would say I’m sorry,
If I thought that it would change your mind.
But I know that this time,
I have said too much,
Been too unkind…
I tried to laugh about it,
Cover it all up with lies.
I tried to laugh about it,
Hiding the tears in my eyes.
Cause boys don’t cry.
Boys don’t cry.
I would break down at your feet,
And beg forgiveness,
Plead with you.
But I know that it’s too late,
And now there’s nothing I can do…
So I tried to laugh about it,
Cover it all up with lies.
I tried to laugh about it,
Hiding the tears in my eyes.
Cause boys don’t cry.
Boys don’t cry.
I would tell you,
That I loved you,
If I thought that you would stay.
But I know that it’s no use,
That you’ve already,
Gone away…
Misjudged your limit,
Pushed you too far,
Took you for granted,
I thought that you needed me more…
Now I would do most anything,
To get you back by my side.
But I just keep on laughing,
Hiding the tears in my eyes,
Cause boys don’t cry.
Boys don’t cry.
Boys don’t cry…
Ok, we’re done for today. And no this is not a life post. Just an exercise in futility. I felt the urge to compile and post thematically…
Anyway, here’s the BONUS:
After laughter comes tears
After your laughter there will be tears
When you’re in love, you’re happy
When your in a arm, you gaze
This doesn’t last always
After your laughter there will be tears
My friends all say, don’t try to hold it in
But i can’t let that guy know how i feel
I’ll try to hold back my, my, my tears
But they keep say
After your laughter oh, oh, oh
I’ll try to hide, hide my sorrows
I wonder can i hold them till tomorrow
Maybe ill hold them for a year
But they keep say
After your laughter
Now you will see those wet little tears
After your laughter
A little biddy tear will look climb into your eye
And a stream of consciousness Bonus
After the rain comes sun
After the sun comes rain again
After the rain comes sun
After the sun comes rain again
This must be underwater love
The way I feel it slipping all over me
This must be underwater love
The way I feel it
Burn, Baby, Burn
Let me get this right, you’re getting a Burning Sensation? – Eddie Murphy / Raw
Watch out you might get what you’re after
Cool babies strange but not a stranger
I’m an ordinary guy
Burning down the house
http://youtu.be/EHJmPcILfg8
Hold tight wait till the party’s over
Hold tight We’re in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house
Here’s your ticket pack your bag: time for jumpin’ overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, Maybe you know where you are
Fightin’ fire with fire
All wet hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house
It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work baby what did you except
Gonna burst into flame
My house S’out of the ordinary
That’s might Don’t want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house
No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin’ yet
Everything’s stuck together
I don’t know what you expect starring into the TV set
Fighting fire with fire
(Burn baby burn) disco Inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
(Burn baby burn) disco Inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
Satisfaction came in a chain reaction
(Burnin)
I couldn’t get enough
So I had to self-destruct
The heat was on, rising to the top
Everybody is going strong
And that is when my spark got hot
I heard somebody say
(Burn baby burn) disco Inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
(Burn baby burn) disco Inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
Up above my head
I hear music in the air
That makes me know
There’s a party somewhere
Satisfaction came in a chain reaction
I couldn’t get enough
So I had to self-destruct
The heat was on, rising to the top
Everybody is going strong
And that is when my spark got hot
I heard somebody say
(Burn baby burn) disco Inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
(Burn baby burn) disco Inferno
(Burn baby burn) burn that mother down
Boots
You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You’ve been a’messin’ where you shouldn’t ‘ve been a’messin’
And now someone else is getting all your best
Well, these boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
You keep lyin’ when you oughta be truthin’
You keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin’ when you oughta be a’changin’
What’s right is right but you ain’t been right yet
These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
You keep playing where you shouldn’t be playing
And you keep thinking that you’ll never get burnt (HAH)
Well, I’ve just found me a brand new box of matches (YEAH)
And what he knows you ain’t had time to learn
These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
Are you ready, boots?
Start walkin’
You can find more info on U2’s Get On Your Boots (Justice Remix) here
http://youtu.be/_KRjG3Mh2nY
Wild Beasts – The Fun Powder Plot
This is a booty call; my boot up your arse hole
This is a Freudian slip; my slipper in your bits
Destiny’s Child vs Stevie Wonder – Bootystition
Billy
Billy yesetrak billy
Last time I heard that was in Guitar el Hob. Here’s a bad quality clip from this Omar Khorshid classic
And here’s a download link
But this all started with the one and only Billy, the one i got my name from (thank you S.S / no he ain’t a nazi): Billy Idol
Hey little sister what have you done?
Hey little sister who’s the only one?
Hey little sister who’s your superman?
Hey little sister who’s the one you want?
Hey little sister shot gun!
It’s a nice day to start again.
…..
There is nothin’ fair in this world
There is nothin’ safe in this world
And there’s nothin’ sure in this world
And there’s nothin’ pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again
I’m all out of hope
One more bad break
could bring a fall
When I’m far from home
Don’t call me on da phone
To tell me your alone
It’s easy to deceive
It’s easy to tease
But hard to get release
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
I spend so much time
Believing all the lies
To keep the dream alive
Now it makes me sad
It makes me mad at truth
For lovin’ what was you.
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
When you hear the music you make a dip
Into someone else’s pocket then make a slip
Steal a car and go to Las Vegas oh,
the gigolo pool.
Hangin’ out by the state line,
Turnin Holy water into wine,
Drinkin it down oh,
I’m on a bus on a psychedelic trip
Reading murder books tryin’ to stay hip.
I’m thinkin’ of you you’re out there so
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Now I close my eyes
And I wonder why
I don’t despise
Now all I can do
Is love what was once
So alive and new
But it’s gone from your eyes
I’d better realise
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste your eyes without a face
And now it’s getting worse.
Night!
Haïti chérie
“Oh oh Telephone Line, give me some time, I’m living in twilight”
This one’s dedicated to the one and only Maïto bébé.
No blaba, no videos. Just a few download links:
In her honor
For (y)our listening pleasure
Rodolphe Legros & Ensemble Ibo-Lele – Trois Feuilles Tombé
Ferrere Laguere Leads The Coeur Simidor – Feuilles
Ferrere Laguere Leads The Coeur Simidor – Haïti Chérie
Issa El Saieh – Choukoun
Ti Paris – Mon Idéal
Haïtiando – Mademoiselle je vous aime
Tabou Combo – New York
Land Ho! ly
Grandma loved a sailor who sailed the frozen sea.
Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee.
He said “Son I’m going crazy from living on the land
Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sand.”
http://youtu.be/ymi2kpF7Em0
Land Ho! / Holy Land…
Terre Sainte en ce premier weekend de Pâques? Je vous propose un face à face des grands noms de la chanson française: Gainsbourg VS Nougaro (enfin Dieudonné qui chante à la manière de Claude…)
En 1967, Serge écrit la chanson Le Sable et le Soldat en soutien à Tsahal pendant la Guerre des Six Jours. Ce travail est réalisé à la demande de l’attaché culturel de l’ambassade d’Israël, qui souhaite envoyer une marche militaire nouvelle pour remonter le moral des troupes.
Oui, je défendrai le sable d’Israël,
La terre d’Israël, les enfants d’Israël;
Quitte à mourir pour le sable d’Israël,
La terre d’Israël, les enfants d’Israël;
Je défendrai contre tout ennemi,
Le sable et la terre, qui m’étaient promis
Je défendrai le sable d’Israël,
Les villes d’Israël, le pays d’Israël;
Quitte à mourir pour le sable d’Israël,
Les villes d’Israël, le pays d’Israël;
Tous les Goliaths venus des pyramides,
Reculeront devant l’étoile de David.
Je défendrai le sable d’Israël,
La terre d’Israël, les enfants d’Israël;
Quitte à mourir pour le sable d’Israël,
La terre d’Israël, les enfants d’Israël;
Quitte à mourir pour le sable d’Israël,
La terre d’Israël, les enfants d’Israël;
Une mélodie entêtante…
Bien des années plus tard Dieudonné emprunte la mélodie entrainante des “yeux noirs” et chante avec l’accent chantonnant du midi une des chansons les plus poignantes en hommage à la Palestine
Hamid a 22 ans et il décide d’aller se faire sauter au milieu de ceux qu’il considère comme l’envahisseur.
Je suis né ici sur ce bord de méditérannée. Dans ce paradis ensoleillé. Palestine ! Palestine !
C’est ici que mon père, que mon grand père et tous ceux d’avant sont enterrés.
Dans la chair de ta terre, Palestine !
C’est dans la maison en ruines là-bas au milieu du champ d’oliviers.
C’est là que nous avons chantés, ris, danser, vibrer même.
Comme les cordes de cette guitare manouche : pincer au coeur, cueilli comme des fleurs.
C’est là que nous avons pleuré aussi, pleuré.
Difficile d’expliquer pourquoi on est attaché à un endroit.
Jusqu’à ce qu’une armée débarque chez toi.
Au début, ils ont tirés en l’air : Ca faisait du bruit, c’était gentil.
Et puis après ils ont tué mon père, et puis mon oncle, et puis mon frère.
On fait brûler la maison, détruis jardins et plantations pour y installer leurs colons.
Nous, femmes et enfants déportés jusqu’à ce camp de réfugiés. Sales, froids, ont y été entassés.
Seul au loin, le son de cette guitare tzigane me donné encore la force de résister. La force de respirer.
Mélodie des gens du voyage, musique des déracinés elle m’a fait oublier le mal.
J’avais 10 ans, ca fait 12 ans et me voila maintenant une bombe scotchée sur le bidon,
aspiré dans ce grand syphon. Liberté pour toi Palestine !
Je vais vous faire danser joyeux colons sur le son de mon canon.
Aujourd’hui je suis chef d’orchestre réglant ma note sur celle du temps.
Ce temps gitan sur lequel je virevolte encore…en joyeux papillon.
J’arrive, j’arrive frissonnant destin.
Tel un coup de symbale ponctuant les violons. Palestine !
Tu me vois descendre de l’autocar au milieu de tous ces regards ?!
Y’a mon coeur, y’a la peur, y’a ce son de guitare…
Anonyme passant je souris à l’enfant et puis au milieu de la rue je te vois belle inconnue :
C’est toi, je t’ai choisi. Vais-je te prendre par la taille et faire danser nos entrailles ?
J’entends d’ici les cris d’effrois déchirer le silence provoqué par ce doigt…
Y’a mon souffle qui s’accélère, manque d’oxygène.
Ton regard qui me fixe. Tu comprends. Ton sac qui tombe, la pomme qui roule.
Tes yeux m’implore. Reculer ? Il est trop tard petite.
Y’a mon doigt qui se crispe.
Puisqu’on ne peut vivre tous les deux : Crèvons ensemble. Palestine !!!!
No comment…
Go away closer
This picture is taken from Dayanita Singh’s novel without words of the same name
And we continue with this morning’s theme, with a confusing answer to my question “Should I stay or should I go?”
Yesterday I got so old
I felt like I could die
Yesterday I got so old
It made me want to cry
Go on go on
Just walk away
Go on go on
Your choice is made
Go on go on
And disappear
Go on go on
Away from here
And know I was wrong
When I said it was true
That couldn’t be me
and be her in between
without you
Without you
Yesterday I got so scared
I shivered like a child
Yesterday away from you
It froze me deep inside
Come back come back
Don’t walk away
Come back come back
Come back today
Come back come back
Why can’t you see?
Come back come back
Come back to me
And I know I was wrong
When i said it was true
That it couldn’t be me
and be her in between
without you
Without you
Those Inbetween days are slightly disturbing.
http://youtu.be/o2EW9RM2LGA
Green light, seven eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don’t smoke, don’t even want to
Hey now, i see you check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning but you’re upside down
You say when he hits you, you don’t mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Oh, now, Is that what it is?
Red lights, gray morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who’s around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip sync with the talk show hosts
And if you look, you look through me
And if you talk it’s not to me
And when I touch you, you don’t feel a thing
If I could stay.. then the night would give you up
Stay, and the day would keep it’s trust
Stay, and the night would be enough
Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio waves
With satellite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast and Beirut(??? not… just checking if you actually read the lyrics)
And if you listen I can’t call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout I’ll only hear you
If I could stay.. then the night would give you up
Stay then the day would keep it’s trust
Stay with the demons you drown
Stay with the spirit I found
Stay and the night would be enough
Three o’clock in the morning
It’s quiet and there’s no one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to the ground
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel hits the ground
The teenager in me… ufff! I know, I know.
http://youtu.be/tIdIqbv7SPo
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away.
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
She’s always gone too long
Anytime she goes away.
I don’t know why this track came to me as an afterthought…
Moving up slowly
Inertia keeps
Moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly
Moving up slowly
She comes moving up slowly
Inertia creeps moving up slowly
Stay/Go
If I should stay
Well, I would only be in your way
And so I’ll go, and yet I know
That I’ll think of you each step of my way
And I will always love you
I will always love you
Bitter-sweet memories
That’s all I have, and all I’m taking with me
Good-bye, oh, please don’t cry
‘Cause we both know that I’m not
What you need
But I will always love you
I will always love you
And I hope life, will treat you kind
And I hope that you have all
That you ever dreamed of
Oh, I do wish you joy
And I wish you happiness
But above all this
I wish you love
So you all know Whitney’s cover from the Bodyguard soundtrack. But had you heard Dolly’s original version or even Chris Cornell’s cover? It turns out we owe the Whitney version to Kevin Costner who’s a big country fan and really insisted she sing it…
It’s one of those posts again… you know the ones? Slightly bittersweet and heartwrenching for no clear or immediate reason. Just for the theme and the beauty of the music!
I apologize; but it’s gonna be good. In that “hurts so good” kinda way.
And right now I’m going in for the kill
This time you asked where I rested my head last night
Last time you left I got my drunk ass whupped in a fight
My whole life’s been one cliched country unfinished line after line after line after line
It’s been the curse of my crazy koo-kooed up clocks most all of my lifes time after time after time
From the start I told you of my dark colourful chequered past, ya had to ask and how I ruined the lives of those I loved without so much as a bass ackwards glance
And the long winding roads buried down and blacked out towards recovery
And how it took the great god Jehovah His self to re-uncover me
I said sometimes it’s better just not to ask
But your love stood strong and pressed hard-on through that
Maybe I should’ve lied but my two wrongs wouldn’t a made it right.
And however pathetic it sounds upon it’s hearing it’s true I have been tried
and have tried, and god knows I’ve asked him why
So do you want me back or to back pack up all of my things
Maybe If I had not drank
All of my money behind the bars I just coulda bought you a ring
And from the last doin’ time I got those walkin’ papers bailed up and outta your jail I’d barely been unpacked and that makes twice now in four to six months that I’ve had to ask your ass back
Sweetheart you just gotta let me know
Should I stay and if not, where the hell you reckon I oughta go?
I know it’s backass thinkin’ but please forgive what I do when I’ve been drinkin’ when I’m down and out so lost, lonesome and alone
You know I ain’t the letter writin’ kind print or type but then back when we started this romancingly stoned little adventure bitch I done told your ass now twice
And I know, that I know, that I know, no one knows more that than I, that I was wrong and still I can barely say I’m sorry with the fuckin’ song
And If you don’t want it that I should stay, just say
I’ll understand your needs either way, come what may
I know it’s all my fault and the bloody marriage to the deep alco-hole
I know it’s sad to say but right now these shots keep me sane, sober and alive
I love you more humanly possible than mere earthly words could describe and if I tried even in the heavenly tongues it’s purity mere language would still simply just pervert
And what little I am able to know of love I know that it hurts, it’s sick, it’s sick, it’s sick
It’s a sickness unto death and it’s a hell and at it’s best well hell there just ain’t nothin’ worse
I ain’t strung out or playing games stringin that lovely sass along and I’ve tried and I’ve tried and I’ve tried to explain myself, my sins, my heart, and my oh so very wrongs
Believe me babe it ain’t you hell knows why I do the dumb shit I do-do or think but dammit, heaven knows my heart It has been tried and has tried and god knows I’ve asked him why
And I know it don’t make it right singin’ a simple lullaby
But please accept my humble song.
It ain’t got shit to do with you and by god that’s god’s honest truth
There’s more in a man than the liquor and the lust that can make him anything but strong
And your the guiding light for which I live and I have nothing else that I could give and so I sing to you my song
And no, it’s not an excuse when I confess my love to you
And say I’m sorry with a song.
And woman when you know that I’m still runnin’, but your love if it keeps on comin’
I’m bound to circle round, line up, staring straight back into you.
And I know it don’t make it right singing a simple lullaby
But please accept my sorry with a song
Now that’s a gorgeous monster of a track, sprawling and country-tinged. Beautiful lyrics. The only guy who could follow it is Bob
http://youtu.be/3NL8OZ86UA4
It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don’t matter, anyhow
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don’t know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
So don’t think twice, it’s all right
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you anymore
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
But goodbye’s too good a word, gal
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
This is the Whitmark Demo and it’s even better!
Now let’s use Dylan as a smooth transition towards the next track.
Chelsea Girl is a fantastic album by Nico that you might know from the Velvet Underground’s first album, the famous banana one…
So anyway, she gathered all the best songwriters on her solo debut: Bob Dylan, Tim Hardin, The Velvet Underground boys and a young prodigy called Jackson Browne. He wrote the amazing These Days and The Fairest of the seasons which is more relevant for today’s theme
http://youtu.be/sCtzWeafbpw
Now that it’s time
Now that the hour hand has landed at the end
Now that it’s real
Now that the dreams have given all they had to lend
I want to know
Do I stay or do I go
And maybe try another time
And do I really have a hand in my forgetting
Now that I’ve tried
Now that I’ve finally found that this is not the way
Now that I turn
Now that I feel it’s time to spend the night away
I want to know
Do I stay or do I go
And maybe finally spit the rind
And do I really understand the undernetting
Yes and the morning has me looking in your eyes and seeing mine
Warning me to read the signs carefully
Now that it’s love
Now that the candle’s falling smaller in my mind
Now that it’s here
Now that I’m almost not so very far behind
I want to know
Do I stay or do I go
And maybe fall another side
And do I really have a sound that I can ride on
Now that I can
Now that it’s easy ever easy all around
Now that I’m near
Now that I’m falling to the sunlights and to song
I want to know
Do I stay or do I go
And do I have to do just one
And can I choose again if I should lose the reason
Yes and the morning has me looking in your eyes and seeing mine
Warning me to read the signs oh carefully
Now that I smile
Now that I’m laughing even deeper in the side
Now that I see
Now that I finally found the one thing I denied
Its now I know
Do I stay or do I go
And it is finally I decide
That I’ll be leaving in the fairest of the seasons
And I leave you with something upbeat. Same question / different rhythm:
Should I Stay or Should I Go?
Wooh!
Darling you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I’ll be here ’til the end of time
So you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
Always tease tease tease
You’re happy when I’m on my knees
One day is fine, next day is black
So if you want me off your back
Well come on and let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
An’ if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know!
This indecision’s bugging me
Esta indecision me molesta
If you don’t want me, set me free
Si no me quieres, librame
Exactly whom I’m supposed to be
Dime que tengo que ser
Don’t you know which clothes even fit me?
¿sabes que ropas me quedan?
Come on and let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I cool it or should I blow?
¿me debo ir o quedarme?
Split!
Yo me enfrio o lo sufro
Should I stay or should I go now?
yo me enfrio o lo sufro
Should I stay or should I go now?
yo me enfrio o lo sufro
If I go there will be trouble
Si me voy – va a haber peligro
And if I stay it will be double
Si me quedo es doble
So you gotta let me know
Pero me tienes que decir
Should I cool it or should I go?
yo me enfrio o lo sufro
Should I stay or should I go now?
yo me enfrio o lo sufro
If I go there will be trouble
Si me voy – va a haber peligro
And if I stay it will be double
Si me quedo es doble
So you gotta let me know
Pero me tienes que decir
Should I stay or should I go?
Cheb
I recently discovered an amazing track. It’s the official anthem of a beautiful group of people. For a while I thought it was their little secret but since they are very giving, they’ll probably be happy that I’m going to upload it here.
The only thing we knew was that it was a guy called Cheb Abid (Obeid?) / الشاب عبيد
Anyway, so I got a copy and started playing it in my DJ sets. It felt like that moment in High Fidelity when Jack Black decides to sell a few copies of the Beta Band’s Dry The Rain and clients in the record store start tapping their feet to the music and asking what it is.
People go crazy when I play it (no, it’s not a club banger) and ask me who/what it is. Plus it’s not only a catchy song, it’s a heartbreakingly beautiful one.
Everybody’s been asking me to give it to them. They never have a USB flash drive and they’ve been trying desperately to find it online. So I’ve decided to post it here it is in all it’s glory!
And here’s my take on the lyrics (I’m sure there are some mistakes, so if you have corrections, please send them)
تغمزلي و بجفن العين
خط رموشها، وقف قلبي
بندهلك مرة و ثنين
ليه عصوتي ما تردي؟
بندهلك مرة و ثنين
ليه عصوتي ما تردي؟
تغمزلي و بجفن العين
خط رموشها، وقف قلبي
تغمزلي و بجفن العين
خط رموشها، وقف قلبي
حني عليلة و بنظرة
مري علي و تعدي
كل مرة تترك حسرة
و دموعي تنزل عخدي
كل مرة تترك حسرة
و دموعي تنزل عخدي
تغمزلي و بجفن العين
خط رموشها، وقف قلبي
تغمزلي و بجفن العين
خط رموشها، وقف قلبي
هاملني و قلبي شريك
تاركني النار و غلبي
يلومونه ليه ما عاديك
و عهجرانك و قلبي
يلومونه ليه ما عاديك
و عهجرانك و قلبي
تغمزلي و بجفن العين
خط رموشها، وقف قلبي
تغمزلي و بجفن العين
خط رموشها، وقف قلبي
I did some intensive googling and managed to find another track by the guy as well as an article on him from 2007! He’s Palestinian but was called Il Cheb because of “his music’s North African flavor”
Let’s stay in that mood. Here’s A Vava Inouva, Idir‘s most famous song, which translates roughly as Oh Father Inouva. I’m trying to remember in which Duraid Lahham film it was used.
http://youtu.be/Eb6rPLb8NVI
Well I’ll just throw in two more songs into the mix. Willis Earl Beal‘s Monotony from his forthcoming album Acousmatic Sorcery. Just a man and his guitar (and his voice).
And we’ll wrap it up with Andy McKee. Didn’t know him until a few hours ago. I don’t know how impressive he is to listen to on a stereo, might turn into elevator music pretty quickly. But watching him on Youtube is amazing. And yes, I know, it’s a Toto cover… Shushhh!!!
http://youtu.be/Ki3CLHJrPSc
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