song!!
(consider yourself dared)
song!!
(consider yourself dared)
quoth polly, & siggimus must concur
here’s a bundle of 3 songs from her upcoming album
uffa puffa!
going certifiably diagnosably batpoop insane over lost in the trees these days
dare you to try and resist this stuff
all alone in an empty house
i spent my whole life on you
and i built you a gorgeous house
to put up with your bitched mouth
and i’ve thrown all my dreams right outand i’m so selfless here
i’m so selfless here
theres a cloud in my head
i’m so selfless hereand what do u want from me
i’ve burried my own babies
and i live all lone in an empty house
i’ve thrown all my dreams right outand i’m so lonely here
i’m so lonely here
theres a cloud in my head
i’m so lonely hereso i tend the garden
tend the garden
tend the garden
tend the garden
tend the garden
tend the garden
tend the garden
build the stone wall
what are you hiding
what are you hiding
what are you hiding
is something dirty
something dirty
what are you hiding
what are you hiding
something dirty
where’s the baby
where’s the baby
where’s the baby
go the baby
you touched the baby
you must be crazy
i must be crazy
i touched the baby
hide in the tower
hide in the tower
hide in the tower
right in the tower
right in the tower
right in the tower
right in the tower
for all i care ’cause i hear your soul
and how i hate your soul
will the church protect me
how i hate your soul
are we leaving
are we ever leaving
we’ve got black spots in our eyes
are we ever leaving
no where
never meant to hurt anyone
never meant to hurt anyone
no plunge holes into the wall
but never hurt anyone
no, no one is perfect
and, no one is perfect
we’ve got holes in our heart
no one is perfect
walk around the lake (a proper video!)
Lost in the Trees – “Walk Around The Lake” from Trekky Records on Vimeo.
song for the painter
& as a bonus, their tiny desk concert at npr. two of the three above again, but different versions + you get to see them!
white on white translucent black capes
back on the rack
bela lugosi’s dead
the bats have left the bell tower
the victims have been bled
red velvet lines the black box
bela lugosi’s dead
undead undead undead
the virginal brides file past his tomb
strewn with time’s dead flowers
bereft in deathly bloom
alone in a darkened room
the count
bela logosi’s dead
undead undead undead
bonus:
bonus bonus:
update:
bonus bonus bonus (hat tip to @thorlakur for the tip)
and finally, the bonusest bonus of all bonuses in the history of bonusy bonuses (23 in one!):
that should feed one’s bauhaus addiction for at least a few hours…
infinitely cool
from their new album, hawk, you won’t let me down again:
& as a bonus, ramblin’ man:
i could never belong to you
of grinderman
interesting with a chick bathing in milk, blue feet, the guys dressed as roman centurions, huge hairy rotating heads, wolves, scared kids in black & white, hairy humanoids, gun-toting nick cave, one golden dude, and of course, beware of boobies
bonus: hear super heathen child here
from their acoustic bookshop session
btw, here’s all of these, + a few more in a playlist
white blank page
little lion man
the cave
winter winds
btw, here’s all of these, + a few more in a playlist
no sooner have you sung enfin l’été & voilà l’été than it’s time for adieu l’été
still, no reason to complain, feel forlorn, despondent, or glum my chum, or — godsforbid — woebegone, this year we got 5 days of summer
that’s far above the average
so, let’s all sing along:
Les Négresses Vertes – Voilà l’été
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everybody now:
voilà l’été
voilà l’été
voilà l’été
voilà l’étévoilà l’été, j’aperçois le soleil
les nuages filent et le ciel s’éclaircît
et dans ma tête qui bourdonnent
les abeilles!
l’entends rugir les plaisirs de la vie
c’est le retour des amours
qui nous chauffent les oreilles
il fait si chaud
qui’il nous poussent des envies
c’est le bonheur rafraîchi d’un
cocktail
les filles sont belles et les dieux sont ravisenfin l’été
enfin l’été
enfin l’été
enfin l’étéenfin l’été,
mais y’a déjà plus d’argent
le tout paris se transformé en phobie
le métro sue tout devient purulent
dans ses souliers, le passager abruti
a dix doigts d’pied qui s’expriment
violemment
y’a plus d’amis les voisins sont partis
l’été paris c’est plutôt relaxant
on rêve de plage
et la seine est jolietoujours l’été
c’est pas du superflu
il fait trop chaud, le soleil m’abasour
dit
rillettes sous les bras
j’avance dans la rue
j’pense à ces cons qui s’font chier
dans l’midi
tous ces torches-culs qui vont cuire
dans leurs jus
tous ces noyés, la mer quel saloperie
et sur les routes les danger ca vous tue
vivement l’automne, je me sens tout aigritoujours l’été
toujours l’été
toujours l’été
toujours l’étévoilà l’été, j’aperçois le soleil
les nuages filent et le ciel s’éclaircit
et dans ma tête qui bourdonnent
les abeilles!
l# entends rugir les plaisirs de la vie
c’est le retour des amours
qui nous chauffent les oreilles
il fait si chaud
qui’il nous poussent des envies
c’est le bonheur rafraîchi d’un
cocktail
les filles sont belles et les dieux sont ravisvoilà
enfin
toujours
encore
soirée de poche
andrew bird does effigy, tenuousness & natural disaster
st vincent does what me & black