Антон Семиженко
журналіст, редактор
Музичний подкаст про американських пост-панків We Versus The Shark. 26,8 МБ, 29 хвилин, клікніть правою кнопкою мишки, щоб скачати. Всередині – багато позитивної енергії, звуку, і трохи боксерських реплік.
Скріншот із YouTube.
І тексти:
You Don’t Have To Kick It
Eyeballs scrape the floor
Eyeballs roll over other eyeballs
Roll over
Watching
Wait. Stop. Send. Message:
Legs kick kick legs walk kick out
Kick in
Wait. Stop. Send. Message:
Quit running
Move kids kick stomp
And clap clap you’re clap into clap
But no one does until no one does Stop it.
Whatever falls to the ground don’t need no stopping
Whatever sinks in the dirt don’t need no stomping
Whatever falls to the ground, Whatever sinks in the dirt Oh…
Stop it. Stop it.
They roll over you Lined against the wall and bar am
Everyone It are in love with the floor
Wait. Stop. Send. Message:
Wait. Stop. Send. Message:
Kick it. Kick it. Eyes falling on you
Lined against the wall and bar am
Everyone It are. Stop it.
Ten Uh Clock Heart Uh Tack
No cause for action,a fraction is upset
The ceilings are circles, still haven’t eaten yet
It’s easy to forget how easy is motionless
(I’m a corpse that can use a computer) (I could be a real team player)
Are you decent? are you responsive, oh?
Respirator can’t take take take
You’re on the right track Y
ou’re on the right track
Ba ba-da ba ba ba-da ba, ba
Don’t repeat what you hear here
It’s likely strange and in fact totally queer
I’ve got a badge and a high horse
And if you don’t get me, well, that’s just par for course
Are you decent? are you responsive, oh?
Respirator can’t take take take
You’re on the right track
You’re on the right track
Ba ba-da ba ba ba-da ba, ba
Swirl. Breath. Breathe. Stop. Swirl. Breath. Burn. Stop. Drop the cash
Swirl. Breath. Breathe. Stop. Swirl. Breath. Burn. Stop. Fall out, fall out, fall…
I Am Destined For Greatness
It won’t last
Not forever
It won’t last
Not like you want it to
It won’t last
It won’t last
Can’t sustain the damage
Dammit!
I Am At The Mercy Of An Ambulance Driver
Now out of hand is situation mine
Dmile, let the rubber wind carry this freely
There is a way to bring dead back again
But loose lips can sink a tight kiss
Emergence
Breathe
You’re a soft machine
Rebooted and refitted with spare parts
Dance for me, rubber wind
Rebirthing
We are fly
Bring back lifeless
We are drive
Shock back restless
Your mind is for eating, my dear, don’t you dare forget that fact
I came back to finish up my taxes and to have a snack
Horror stories left out the details of godless ressurection
All i was has returned but the face.
Slide
Gotta plan, got a plan
‘Cause the day is long – and order makes them happy
I know why they smile
Why they smile
Yes
You might be three-piece suited for a three-course meal
But you might not be ready for how it
feels
D-d-d-down the road
You got one hot mortgage, you got two-point-five
Kids in the stable running wild
You’re liable to explode
Gotta play, gotta play
All day long – words will make you happy
Gotta play gotta play on that jungle gym
Words will make you happy happy
I can slide down to this level
Slide down to this level
No
I Am Your Idea
If anything, you are responsible for this one
Sights set on sitting the sights out
Wet slips out of everything
Shine my shine
Grind my smile
Sing a song for blank.
Things you tell me
I am your idea
If anyone, i am your pissed off
Mean and loud
Sights set on sitting the sights out
Sights set on not seeing the sights
Wet slips out of everything
Shine my shine
Grind my smile
Sing a song for blank.
Things you tell me
I am your idea.
ОПИС
Енергійний і сонячний подкаст про американських пост-панків.
ОПУБЛІКОВАНО
В арт-журналі AZH у січні 2008-го.