Editors (2010 - Live at Rock Werchter)
Versão ao vivo com letra bastante alterada.
Performance vocal absolutamente fantástica.
I'll help you carry the load - I'll carry you in my arms
We walk through the ash, and the charred remains of our country
Keep an eye on my back - I'll keep an eye on the road
Help me to carry the fire, to keep it alight together. Help me to carry the fire, this road won’t go on forever
If I say shut your eyes, if I say look away, bury your head in my shoulder - Think of a birthday
The things you put in your head -They won’t stay there forever
I'm trying hard to hide your soul, son, from things it's not meant to see
Help me to carry the fire, to keep it alight together. Help me to carry the fire, this road won’t go on forever
If I say shut your eyes, if I say shut your eyes. Bury me in surprise, when I say shut your eyes
Help me to carry the fire, to keep it alight together. Help me to carry the fire, this road won’t go on forever
The Veils (2004)
Berenice
My hands, my feet are worn
As much as yours are
Berenice
My hands, my feet are wornIt´s not worth dying for
Berenice
My hands, my feet are worn
As much as yours are
Berenice
There´s no release at all
It´s not worth dying for
And it´s not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart
Berenice
There´s no release at all
That's worth us crying for
And though my needs and though my needs are now
´cause we all fall down
Editors (2009)
We can never go home
We no longer have one
We can never go home
We no longer have one
I'll help you carry the load
I'll carry you in my arms
The kiss of the snow
The crescent moon above us
Our blood is cold
And we're alone
But I'm alone with you
Help me to carry the fire
It will light our way forever
The things you put in your head
Bury me in surprise
Where I say shut your eyes
Help me to carry the fire
We will keep it alight together
Editors (2010 - Live at studio Brussels)
You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat, your blood drool attracts the flies.
I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her
I don't wanna be left out, or get fucked, but there's a talent in your lies.
You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat, your blood drool attracts the flies.
I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her,
A little bit for myself, don´t put a price on your health, I'll give a little to her.
I'll give a little to you, I'll give a little to him, I'll give a little to her.
Don't wait for the sun, your, your story's been spun.
These boys, they just wanna have fun.Your, your damage is done, is done.
I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her,
A little bit for myself, don´t put a price on your health, I'll give a little to her.
I'll give a little to you, I'll give a little to him, I'll give a little to her.
Grandaddy (2000)
This song serves as a eulogy for Jeddy-3, a humanoid robot built from spare parts. He is a recurring character on Grandaddy's record "The Sophtware Slump." According to Grandaddy before Jed's system crashed he wrote poems. Poems for no one.
Programmed entirely in Applesoft BASIC on a vintage 1979 Apple ][+ with 48K of RAM, a computer so old it has no hard drive or mouse and only types in capitals. The Jed source code is available for download making it the first open-source music video. Cinematography by Jeff Bernier.
R.E.M.(2001)
Have you seen?
Have I missed the big reveal?
Do my eyes
Do my eyes seem empty?
I've forgotten how this feels.
I've been high
I've climbed so high
but life sometimes
it washes over me.
have you been?
have done, will travel.
I fell down on me knees.
was I wrong?
I don't know, don't answer.
I just needed to believe.
I've been high
I've climbed so high
but life sometimes
it washes over me.
so
I dive into a pool so cool and deep that if I sink I
sink
and when I swim I fly so high
what I want
what I really want is
just to live my life on high.
and I know
I know you want the same
I can see it in your eyes.
I've been high
I've climbed so high
but life sometimes
it washes over me.
washes over me
close my eyes so I can see
make my make-believe believe
in me.
Editors(2009)
This place is our prison, it's cells are the bars
An unwanted sun pulls rank in the sky,
The boxer isn’t finished, he’s not ready to die,
I’m attracted to the light, I am attracted to the heat
It’s a violent night, there are boxers in the streets.
Damn this place, makes a boy out of me,
The ring meets my face by the count of three
Damn this place, makes a boy out of me,
The ring meets my face by the count of three
The ring meets my face, I'm a fallen oak tree
Dazed in the final count
Crowded House(1993)
"...Seven worlds will collide whenever I'm by your side
and the dust from a distant sun will shower over everyone..."
It's easy to forget what you learned - waiting for the thrill to return
feeling your desire burn and drawn to the flame
Your seven worlds collide whenever I'm by your side
and the dust from a distant sun will shower over everyone
And I'm lying on the table, washed out in a flood
like a Christian fearing vengeance from above
I don't pretend to know what you want - but I offer love
Seven worlds will collide whenever I'm by your side
and the dust from a distant sun will shower over everyone
As time slips by...let your mind go anywhere it wants
Anywhere it wants. Let your mind....
As time slips by
Anywhere it wants, anywhere it wants, anywhere it wants
The Smiths(1985)
Quem diria que o animal do Morrissey é vegetariano...
Pelos visto é, e desde os 11 anos.
A música é do álbum homónimo e acho-a simplesmente fantástica!
Heifer whines, could be human cries
Closer comes the screaming knife
This beautiful creature must die
This beautiful creature must die
A death for no reason
And death for no reason is murder
And the flesh you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
It's death for no reason
And death for no reason is murder
And the calf that you carve with a smile - It is murder
And the turkey you festively slice - It is murder
Do you know how animals die?
Kitchen aromas aren't very homely
It's not "comforting", cheery or kind
It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench of murder
It's not "natural", "normal" or kind
The flesh you so fancifully fry
The meat in your mouth
As you savor the flavor of murder
No, no, no, it's murder
No, no, no, it's murder
Oh ... and who cares about animals life?
Zeca Afonso(1987)
"..Em terra alheia sei onde ficar
Eu sou como o vento - que foi e não veio..."
Vieram cedo, mortos de cansaço
Adeus amigos, não voltamos cá
O mar é tão grande e o mundo é tão largo
Maria Bonita, onde vamos morar
Na barcarola canta a Marujada:
- O mar que eu vi não é como o de lá
E a roda do leme e a proa molhada
Maria Bonita, onde vamos parar
Nem uma nuvem sobre as maré cheia
O Sete-Estrelo sabe bem onde ir
E a velha teimava e a velha dizia:
Maria Bonita, onde vamos cair
À beira de água me criei um dia
Remos e velas lá deixei a arder
Ao sol e ao vento, na areia da praia
Maria Bonita, onde vamos viver
Ganho a camisa, tenho uma fortuna
Em terra alheia sei onde ficar
Eu sou como o vento - que foi e não veio
Maria Bonita, onde vamos morar
Sino de bronze lá da minha aldeia
Toca por mim que estou para abalar
E a fala da velha, da velha matreira:
Maria Bonita, onde vamos penar
Vinham de longe, todos o sabiam
Não se importavam quem os vinha ver
E a velha teimava, e a velha dizia:
Maria Bonita onde vamos morrer







