Monday, September 15, 2008

Song of the Day 31!!!

Ok. I have heard this artist before, kinda forgot about him, then had my memory reintroduced to him. His name is Andrew Bird and has a very unique sound. The song I am posting doesnt have an official video, but I really wanted to share this song with you. He does an even better job live (in my opinion) anyway. Its called "A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left". Enjoy!!!




Stretched out on a tarmac
Six miles south of North Platte
He can't stand to look back
Sixteen tons of hazmat
It's what goes undelivered
Undelivered

It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
Of the what, of the head to the left
So exercise yourselves to your bereft
'Cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left of the, of the, to the

Splayed out on a bath mat
Six miles north of South Platte
He just wants his life back
What's in that paper nap sack
It's what goes undelivered
Undelivered

It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
A nervous tic motion of the head
Head to the left
It's a nervous tic motion of the, of the, to the
Left

It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the, of the, of the head of the head to the

Over imbibed
Under the mister
Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel
Though the words we speak are banal
Now one of them's a lie
Now one of them's a lie
You're what happens when two substances collide
And by all accounts you really should have died

Monday, September 1, 2008

Song of the Day 30!!!

This one is quite a bit different. Its all German, but the beat and the video are amazing. It will get stuck in your head. Its called "Alles Neu" by Peter Fox. Enjoy!!!




(No Translated Lyrics. Sorry.)

Ich verbrenn mein Studio, schnupfe die Asche wie Koks.
Ich erschlag meinen Goldfisch, vergrab ihn im Hof.
Ich jag meine Bude hoch, alles was ich hab lass ich los. (Eh...)
Mein altes Leben, schmeckt wie 'n labriger Toast.
Brat mir ein Pracht-Steak, Peter kocht jetzt feinstes Fleisch.
Ich bin das Update, Peter Fox 1.1.

Ich will abshaken, feiern, doch mein Teich ist zu klein.
Mir wächst neue reihe Besser wie bei dem weissen Hai.
Gewachst , gedopet , poliert, Nagelneue Zähne.
Ich bin euphorisiert, und habe teure Pläne.
Ich kaufe mir Baumaschinen, Bagger und Walzen und Kräne.
Stürze mich auf Berlin, drück auf die Sirene.
Ich baue schöne Boxentürme, Bässe massieren eure Seele.
Ich bin die Abrissbirne für die d-d-d-deutsche Szene.


Hey, alles glänzt, so schön neu.
Hey, wenns dir nicht gefällt, mach neu. (Hou...)
Die Welt mit Staub bedeckt, doch ich will sehn wo's hingeht.
Steig auf den Berg aus Dreck, weil oben frischer Wind weht.
Hey, alles glänzt, so schön neu.


Ich hab meine alten Sachen satt, und lass sie in 'nem Sack verroten.
Motte die Klamotten ein, und dann geh ich nackt shoppen.
Ich bin komplett renoviert, Bräute haben was zu glotzen.
Kerngesund, durchtrainiert, Weltmeister im Schach und Boxen.
Nur noch konkret reden, gib mir ein ja oder nein.
Schluss mit Larifari, ich lass all die alten Faxen sein.

Sollt ich je wieder kiffen, hau ich mir 'ne Axt ins Bein.
Ich will nie mehr Lügen, ich will jeden Satz auch so meinen.
Mir platzt der Kopf, alles muss ich verändern.
Ich such den Knopf, treffe die mächtigen Männer.
Zwing das Land zum Glück, kaufe Banken und Sender.
Alles spielt verrückt, zitternde Schafe und Lämmer.
Ich seh besser aus als Bono, und bin' n Mann des Volkes.
Bereit die Welt zu retten, auch wenn das vielleicht zu viel gewollt ist.


Hey, alles glänzt, so schön neu.
Hey, wenns dir nicht gefällt, mach neu. (Hou...)
Hier ist die Luft verbraucht, das Atmen fällt mir schwer.
Bye Bye ich muss hier raus, die Wände kommen näher.
Die Welt mit Staub bedeckt, doch ich will sehn wo's hingeht.
Steig auf den Berg aus Dreck, weil oben frischer Wind weht.
Hey, alles glänzt, so schön neu.


(Update 12/31/10 Translated if you so care!)
I burn my studio or sniff the ashes like coke.
I killed my goldfish, bury him in the yard.
I jag up my place, all I have I let go. (Eh ..)
My old life tastes like s labriger toast.
I cook a superb steak, Peter cooks now finest meat.
I am the update, Peter Fox 1.1.

abshaken I want to celebrate, but my pond is too small.
I grow a new set of more like the white shark.
Waxed, doped, polished, brand new teeth.
I'm euphoric, and have expensive plans.
I buy construction machines, excavators and rollers and cranes.
Throw myself at Berlin, press on the siren.
I build beautiful box towers, Bass massage your soul.
I am the wrecking ball for the ddd-German scene.


Hey, everything shines, so beautifully new.
Hey, if you do not like it, again. (Hou ..)
The world is covered with dust, but I want to see where it's going.
Climb up the mountain of dirt, because fresh above wind blows.
Hey, everything shines, so beautifully new.


I'm tired of my old stuff, and let them rot in a sack.
The clothes moth, and then I'll go shopping naked.
I am completely renovated, brides have something to stare at.
Healthy, well trained, world champion in chess and boxing.
Only concrete talk, give me a yes or no.
No more nonsense, I'll let all the old faxes.

Should I ever smoke pot, I'll thump 'an ax in the leg.
I will never lie again, I want each sentence and mean it.
My head is bursting, I must change everything.
I look for the button, meet the powerful men.
Force the country to happiness, buy banks and broadcasters.
Everything is going crazy, trembling sheep and lambs.
I look better than Bono and I am man of the people.
Ready to save the world, even if perhaps too much wanted.


Hey, everything shines, so beautifully new.
Hey, if you do not like it, again. (Hou ..)
Here the air is exhausted, breathing hard for me.
Bye Bye I have to get out here, the walls are getting closer.
The world is covered with dust, but I want to see where it's going.
Climb up the mountain of dirt, because fresh above wind blows.
Hey, everything shines, so beautifully new.