Let fall your shirt

Rarely have I seen a more appropriate/beautiful video for a (spectacular) song.

Oh, I'm a weak and lonely sort
Though I'm not sailing just for sport
I've come to feel
Out on the sea
These urgent lives
Press against me
I'm just a guest
I'm not a part
With my tender head
With my easy heart
These several years out on the sea
Made me empty, cold, and clear
Pour yourself into me

I'm shouldering the blame, while you're picking pebbles

You’re out singing songs, and I’m down shouting names at the flickerless screen, going fucking insane. Am I losing my cool, overstating my case?

Vreau un partener in auto-distrugere.

Vreau sa ne intalnim noaptea pe o straduta pustie si sa dam cu banul in ce directie o luam. Sa radem pana ne sar mucii din nas. Sa fumam, sa bem, sa incercam sa ne pierdem si apoi sa ne regasim tot asa, in fum si vapori. Sa ne uitam cum se fumeaza tigarile, cum se misca norii si cum nu se misca nimic in jur. Sa privim nemiscarea in ochi si sa ne placa. Sa vorbim despre tot si toate, dar nimic sa nu conteze, nimic sa nu aiba ecou. Sa stim ca nimic nu se poate schimba, si nici sa nu avem nevoia de a incerca. Sa nu mai fugim, sa acceptam ca nu mai avem unde.

Nu vreau sa fim nici prieteni, nici fosti colegi, nici frati de cruce, nici iubiti. Nu vreau sa ne spunem secrete, sa ne consolam, sa ne pese, si nici sa avem incredere unul in celalalt dincolo de clipa in care stam unul langa altul. Nu vreau niciun fel de apropiere cu exceptia celei pe care numai starea asta ti-o da.

Exista persoana asta? Daca da, ne intalnim la fantana secata. Adu o moneda aurie.

it's just a bad movie where there's no crying

It’s just a house burning, but it’s not haunted
It was your heart hurting, but not for long, kid
In the socket you spin from with ease there is no sticking
From the speakers your fake masterpiece is serenely dribbling
When the air around your chair fills with heat, that’s the flames licking
beneath the clock on the clean mantelpiece. It’s got a calm clicking,
like a pro at his editing suite takes two weeks stitching up some bad movie.

The heart of Texas

Okkervil River sunt o trupa de folk/indie rock din Austin, Texas. Cantece hipnotizante, genul care iti paralizeaza gandirea si iti provoaca un mare gol in stomac. Daca, inainte de a-i descoperi, as fi inchis ochii si m-as fi gandit la Texas, asta ar fi auzit. Per-fect, si nu spun asta des.

Solistul Will Sheff canta si in formatia Shearwater.

And the doorknob becomes your enemy,
and the window you see through a haze.
Dear Mother, I wish you could stand inside and see all my bad days.
My bad days all got together and they stood in a row for me,
and I plunged deep into the row,
and I couldn’t hear and I couldn’t see.
And I came out after thousands came and thousands passed away.
Now I stand all alone at the foot of the stairs and I wait for more bad days.