Ficcionerias: septiembre 2012

vivir en tiempos interesantes...

Laurie Anderson - voz

Adrian Belew - guitarra

Nile Rodgers - guitarra, teclados

Jimmy Bralower - batería

Robert Arron - saxo

Curtis King - coro

Frank Simms - coro

Dianne Garisto - coro

Tawata Agee - coro

Christipher Sawyer-Laucanno - coro

Brenda White-King - coro

(version original)

Paradise

Is exactly like

Where you are right now

Only much

Much!

Better.

I saw this guy on the train

And he seemed to gave gotten stuck

In one of those abstract trances.

And he was going: "Ugh...Ugh...Ugh..."

And Fred said:

"You know?

I think he's in some kind of pain.

I think it's a pain cry."

And I said:

"Pain cry?

Then language is a virus."

Language! It's a virus!

Well I was talking to a friend

And I was saying:

“I wanted you.

And I was looking for you.

But I couldn't find you.

I couldn't find you.”

And he said:

“Hey! Are you talking to me?

Or are you just practicing

For one of those performances of yours?

Huh?”

Language! It's a virus!

He said:

“I had to write that letter to your mother.

And I had to tell the judge that it was you.
And I had to sell the car and go to Florida.

Because that's just my way of saying

(It's a charm.) That I love you.

And I (It's a job.)

Had to call you at the crack of dawn

(Why?) And list the times that I've been wrong.

Cause that's just my way of saying

That I'm sorry. (It's a job.)”

Language! It's a virus!

Paradise Is exactly like

Where you are right now

Only much much (It's a shipwreck,)

Better. (It's a job.)

You know? I don't believe there's such a thing as TV.

I mean - They just keep showing you

The same pictures over and over.

And when they talk they just make sounds

That more or less synch up

With their lips. That's what I think!

Language! It's a virus!

Well I dreamed there was an island

That rose up from the sea.

And everybody on the island

Was somebody from TV.

And there was a beautiful view

But nobody could see.

Cause everybody on the island

Was saying:

“Look at me!

Look at me!

Look at me!”

Because they all lived on an island

That rose up from the sea.

And everybody on the island

Was somebody from TV.

And there was a beautiful view

But nobody could see.

Cause everybody on the island

Was saying:

“Look at me!

Look at me!

Look at me!”

Why?

Paradise is exactly like

Where you are right now

Only much

Much!

Better.

Home of the brave

1 Candle's fire 0:00
2 Santa Fe 3:17
3 East Harlem 7:34
4 Goshen 11:29
5 Payne's bay 14:50
6 Rip tide 18:40
7 Vagabond 23:05
8 Peacock 26:25
9 Port of call 28:50

The rip tide

Beirut

Breathe . Télépopmusik

I brought you something close to me,
Left for something you see though your here.
You haunt my dreams
There's nothing to do but believe,
Just believe.
Just breathe.

Another day, just believe,
Another day, just breathe
Another day, just believe,
Another day. just breathe.

Im used to it by now.
Another day, just believe.
Just breathe. just believe.
Just breathe.
Lying in my bed,
Another day, staring at the ceiling.

Just breathe. another day.
Another day, just believe.
Another day.
Im used to it by now.
Im used to it by now.
Just breathe. just believe.
Just breathe. just believe.
Just believe. just breathe.
Just believe.
Another day, just believe.
Another day.
Another day, just believe,
Another day, just breathe,
Another day (I do believe).
Another day(so hard to breathe)
Another day(not so hard to believe)
Another day. another day.