Nighthunter, track 2, Commodore 64. You can’t beat a bit of Jeroen Tel.
holy shit this is good
Ram’s Head Lady Slipper - Political Junkies
my buddy Brendan (not that Brendan, the other one) wrote 365 songs last year (I know) and somewhere about half of them are pretty good (pretty good ratio, really) so he’s gonna put out an album every month (whoa) and this song is off of January which you can get on the band’s bandcamp now.
Psychic Contact from the Darker Than Black: Gemini Of The Meteor soundtrack
been listening to this all day. Someone find me a place I can download this.
Report from MPLS friend on an interview in one of their alt-weekly’s out there:
Q: What is your least favorite song to listen to?
Stephen Merritt of Magnetic Fields: [long pause]There are so many choices. I think it would have to be John Lennon’s “Imagine.” It makes me want to shoot him. I violently object to the political sentiment and I also hate the piano playing. It’s like being forced to read a greeting card very slowly [pause] at gunpoint [pause] in the Soviet Union in 19[pause]71… It’s funny that a billionaire would say, “Imagine there’s no possessions, I wonder if you can.”
Q: I guess it is an interesting song.
Merritt: I don’t think it’s an interesting song at all, and I wish it would go out of print.
M -Ne le dis à personne
I dunno, does it only do its work because I liked the movie it’s from? Would I like it otherwise?
L’Homme Run - Pizza Party
I despise Vampire Weekend, but I often find myself singing this song.
Alt-J (∆) - Taro
Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the road
To photo, to record meat lumps and war,
They advance as does his chance – very yellow white flash.
A violent wrench grips mass, rips light, tears limbs like rags,
Burst so high finally Capa lands,
Mine is a watery pit. Painless with immense distance
From medic from colleague, friend, enemy,
foe, him five yards from his leg, From you Taro.
Do not spray into eyes – I have sprayed you into my eyes.
3:10 pm, Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes
All colours and cares glaze to grey, shrivelled and stricken to dots,
Left hand grasps what the body grasps not – le photographe est mort.
3.1415, alive no longer my amour, faded for home May of ‘54
Doors open like arms my love, Painless with a great closeness
To Capa, to Capa Capa dark after nothing,
re-united with his leg and with you, Taro.
Do not spray into eyes – I have sprayed you into my eyes.
Hey Taro!
If you know the story of Robert Capa and Gerda Taro this song will utterly destroy you (or at least it had that effect on me)
There’s a pretty good “hidden” track too
