#1771: Meget flot nummer og særligt synes jeg lyrikken er ret fantastisk. Instrumenteringen er også spændende på denne version synes jeg. Virkelig fedt at violinen og fløjten får lidt plads og de giver meget stemning.
8/10
Nu et nummer som jeg først har "opdaget" for nylig, men som jeg er ret glad ved: [url= - Novus[/url]
"You can't please everybody. In fact sometimes I don't please anybody" - Oliver Stone
#1772 - kender faktisk meget lidt til Santana. Lidt fra Supernatural og lidt af hans ældre hits...
Men det nummer gav mig sgu lidt gåsehud :)...Domingo passer overraskende godt til bongo-lirret, og Santana - well, hans guitarspil behøver man vel næppe kommentere...
9/10 til den
Jeg lover! Lige ét Björk-nummer mere...er lige inde i en lille Björk-periode :)
#1773: Var faktisk også rent tilfældigt jeg fandt over en af hans plader på et loppemarked fornylig, men han mestrer altså den der guitar på sin helt egen måde. Godt at høre du kunne lide den :D
"You can't please everybody. In fact sometimes I don't please anybody" - Oliver Stone
#1775 damn, føler mig helt rundtosset nu.. - Neo Classical Gypsy Jazz tilsat Drum'n'bass :D?
Selvom det lyder som nogen har trykket "puré" på blenderen, er det utroligt godt sammensat, har en begyndelse, en midte og en slutning, absolut ikke begynder musik (hvis man kan kalde noget det..) Har den genre et bestemt navn udover mit kluntede forsøg? :P
Hvad kan man sige? Leonard Cohen er en af de største! Jeg er klart mest til hans tidligere CD'er, selvom langt det meste han har lavet, er godt.
Men Famous Blue Raincoat hører jo så til de tidligere. Meget mere melankolsk og helt igennem fantastisk. Har heldigvis fået ham hørt live - sidste år i Odense - og jeg har sjældent været til en koncert, der rørte mig så meget.
9/10
[url= Purple - Mistreated fra California Jam 1974[/url]
Læg især mærk til hans afsindigt høje vokal fra omkring 7.30...jeg beklager nummeret er lidt langt, men det er rigtig godt, så det går nok ;)
Har den genre et bestemt navn udover mit kluntede forsøg? :P
Klassisk musik (samplet fra Bartók, Stravinsky m.fl.) blandet med IDM og breakcore. :)
"Rossz csillag alatt született" er et enestående album:
[url= Snares - Szerencsétlen[/url]
[url= Snares - Öngyilkos vasárnap[/url]
[url= Snares - Második galamb[/url]
[url= Snares - Szamár madár[/url]
[url= Snares - Kétsarkú mozgalom[/url]
"Cavalcade of Glee and Dadaist Happy Hardcore Pom Poms", "Making Orange Things", "My Downfall" og "Songs About My Cats" er også gode albums. Tjek i det hele taget pladeselskabet Planet Mu ud:
Lækkert nummer, selvom Deep Purple ikke just udmærker sig i blues. Coverdale er fantastisk. Sensitiv og ominøs. 8/10!
Og nu til et lyrisk mesterværk:
[url= - The Charm of Innocence[/url]
I was born with the charm of innocence On my back like a cross Thorns upon my forehead Round my neck I wore it Sometimes a rabbit's claw Sometimes an albatross
It began at a school that turned boys into gentlemen Then turned them on to debauchery I was forced to my knees in front of these gentlemen If I refused they would torture me On Sundays I'd stalk the Botanical Garden And under my uniform something would harden Whenever I passed a girl of my own age
Or did it begin with au pair girls from Germany Paid by the hour to look after us? Did it begin with that first opportunity To corner a stranger with nakedness? Maybe the clinical way they undressed me Stayed with me and deeply distressed me I think, at heart, I'm something of a prude
I was born with the charm of innocence On my back like a cross Thorns upon my forehead Round my neck I wore it Sometimes a rabbit's claw Sometimes an albatross
Then at 18 I decided I wanted To be a commercial photographer I rented a studio down by the docks Which I shared with a friendly pornographer I photographed models in fluorescent light Whose veins were so blue and whose breasts were so white I assumed, like the moon, women were blue cheese
When I left home I already had five years Of self abuse under my belt I found certain women who'd let me try anything Just to find out how it felt In some garish hotel room with vile decoration The wallpaper witnessed my first pollination The paisley patterns witnessed an abortion
I was born with the charm of innocence On my back like a cross Thorns upon my forehead Round my neck I wore it Sometimes a rabbit's claw Sometimes an albatross
In the army they taught me to share the abuse That I'd kept up 'til then to myself There's nothing like killing For coaxing a shy boy of twenty-one out of his shell In the dark continent with a peace-keeping force I fell in with a bunch of Algerian whores And promised them I'd try and keep in touch
We met up again in the 18th arrondisement I remember them well Their lank stringy hair and their big bulbous noses Their unmistakable smell I'd approach all the ugliest, seediest jerks And ask them to keep a young model in work Some men, thank Christ, don't discriminate at all
I was born with the charm of innocence On my back like a cross Thorns upon my forehead Round my neck I wore it Sometimes a rabbit's claw Sometimes an albatross
I will pass my old age by a pale two-bar fire Patiently waiting to die Twitching the lace as the schoolgirls go past Tracing a page of Bataille And if you catch sight of my secondhand coat Leaving behind it a faint whiff of goat Remember both of us are naked underneath
I thought it would end with the first obscene phone call The second professional kill But somehow detached from my actual behaviour This innocence burdens me still Up in the attic I pick up the brush Paint in the crow's feet, paint out the blush The face this portrait is of is still capable of The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame) The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame) The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame) The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame) The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame) The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
(Paint out the blush of shame) (Paint out the blush of shame) (Paint out the blush of shame)
#1771 chronaden 13 år siden
0/10
Nu til et af de covers som faktisk er bedre end originalen!
Luke Kelly - Scorn Not His Simplicity
#1772 Collateral 13 år siden
8/10
Nu et nummer som jeg først har "opdaget" for nylig, men som jeg er ret glad ved:
[url= - Novus[/url]
#1773 Skeloboy 13 år siden
Men det nummer gav mig sgu lidt gåsehud :)...Domingo passer overraskende godt til bongo-lirret, og Santana - well, hans guitarspil behøver man vel næppe kommentere...
9/10 til den
Jeg lover! Lige ét Björk-nummer mere...er lige inde i en lille Björk-periode :)
[url= single fra upcoming album[/url]
#1774 Collateral 13 år siden
#1775 Antlion 13 år siden
Meget mekanisk. Nummerets lette breaks er irriterende, såvel som hele dets elektroniske opbygning, men dårligt er det ikke. 6/10!
Efter afslutningen på ovenstående nummer, kan vi passende fortsætte med følgende:
[url= Snares - Hajnal[/url]
#1776 chronaden 13 år siden
damn, føler mig helt rundtosset nu.. - Neo Classical Gypsy Jazz tilsat Drum'n'bass :D?
Selvom det lyder som nogen har trykket "puré" på blenderen, er det utroligt godt sammensat, har en begyndelse, en midte og en slutning, absolut ikke begynder musik (hvis man kan kalde noget det..)
Har den genre et bestemt navn udover mit kluntede forsøg? :P
7/10
[b][url= Blue Raincoat - Leonard Cohen
[/url]
#1777 Skeloboy 13 år siden
Men Famous Blue Raincoat hører jo så til de tidligere. Meget mere melankolsk og helt igennem fantastisk. Har heldigvis fået ham hørt live - sidste år i Odense - og jeg har sjældent været til en koncert, der rørte mig så meget.
9/10
[url= Purple - Mistreated fra California Jam 1974[/url]
Læg især mærk til hans afsindigt høje vokal fra omkring 7.30...jeg beklager nummeret er lidt langt, men det er rigtig godt, så det går nok ;)
#1778 Antlion 13 år siden
Klassisk musik (samplet fra Bartók, Stravinsky m.fl.) blandet med IDM og breakcore. :)
"Rossz csillag alatt született" er et enestående album:
[url= Snares - Szerencsétlen[/url]
[url= Snares - Öngyilkos vasárnap[/url]
[url= Snares - Második galamb[/url]
[url= Snares - Szamár madár[/url]
[url= Snares - Kétsarkú mozgalom[/url]
"Cavalcade of Glee and Dadaist Happy Hardcore Pom Poms", "Making Orange Things", "My Downfall" og "Songs About My Cats" er også gode albums. Tjek i det hele taget pladeselskabet Planet Mu ud:
http://www.discogs.com/label/Planet+Mu
#1779 chronaden 13 år siden
#1780 Antlion 13 år siden
Lækkert nummer, selvom Deep Purple ikke just udmærker sig i blues. Coverdale er fantastisk. Sensitiv og ominøs. 8/10!
Og nu til et lyrisk mesterværk:
[url= - The Charm of Innocence[/url]
I was born with the charm of innocence
On my back like a cross
Thorns upon my forehead
Round my neck I wore it
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
Sometimes an albatross
It began at a school that turned boys into gentlemen
Then turned them on to debauchery
I was forced to my knees in front of these gentlemen
If I refused they would torture me
On Sundays I'd stalk the Botanical Garden
And under my uniform something would harden
Whenever I passed a girl of my own age
Or did it begin with au pair girls from Germany
Paid by the hour to look after us?
Did it begin with that first opportunity
To corner a stranger with nakedness?
Maybe the clinical way they undressed me
Stayed with me and deeply distressed me
I think, at heart, I'm something of a prude
I was born with the charm of innocence
On my back like a cross
Thorns upon my forehead
Round my neck I wore it
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
Sometimes an albatross
Then at 18 I decided I wanted
To be a commercial photographer
I rented a studio down by the docks
Which I shared with a friendly pornographer
I photographed models in fluorescent light
Whose veins were so blue and whose breasts were so white
I assumed, like the moon, women were blue cheese
When I left home I already had five years
Of self abuse under my belt
I found certain women who'd let me try anything
Just to find out how it felt
In some garish hotel room with vile decoration
The wallpaper witnessed my first pollination
The paisley patterns witnessed an abortion
I was born with the charm of innocence
On my back like a cross
Thorns upon my forehead
Round my neck I wore it
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
Sometimes an albatross
In the army they taught me to share the abuse
That I'd kept up 'til then to myself
There's nothing like killing
For coaxing a shy boy of twenty-one out of his shell
In the dark continent with a peace-keeping force
I fell in with a bunch of Algerian whores
And promised them I'd try and keep in touch
We met up again in the 18th arrondisement
I remember them well
Their lank stringy hair and their big bulbous noses
Their unmistakable smell
I'd approach all the ugliest, seediest jerks
And ask them to keep a young model in work
Some men, thank Christ, don't discriminate at all
I was born with the charm of innocence
On my back like a cross
Thorns upon my forehead
Round my neck I wore it
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
Sometimes an albatross
I will pass my old age by a pale two-bar fire
Patiently waiting to die
Twitching the lace as the schoolgirls go past
Tracing a page of Bataille
And if you catch sight of my secondhand coat
Leaving behind it a faint whiff of goat
Remember both of us are naked underneath
I thought it would end with the first obscene phone call
The second professional kill
But somehow detached from my actual behaviour
This innocence burdens me still
Up in the attic I pick up the brush
Paint in the crow's feet, paint out the blush
The face this portrait is of is still capable of
The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of
The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
(Paint out the blush of shame)
(Paint out the blush of shame)
(Paint out the blush of shame)