Dutro 93

Novo disco de Burial. O misterioso criador (dubstep) criou momentos mágicos em que os sons nos abrem portas para as imagens. Mas serão sempre as nossas. Só as nossas. Na recente edição da IF estão lá várias.

I produce too much of something, not enough of something else

But the doctors cannot help me with the puzzle of my health

And I’m tired of easy music

And I’m tired of pretty girls

And I’m tired of being tired

And I’m tired of being hurt

I am the soldier at the back who is burdened by his books

Though I stare into the mirror, it does not tell me how I look

So I’m shaving in the darkness and I’m turning in my sleep

And I’m turning like a monster with a dead man in his teeth

Oh, part-monster

FOR THE WAGES (Alpha)

It’s late and it’s loud, got to get away I’m scared, I’m not proud, of every dayI’m colouring in empty pagesJust giving my time for the wagesI don’t want to, want you ever to see me cryIt was always, always going to be goodbyeI didn’t think twice when you kissed me, onceImmune to advice, hearing foreign tonguesYou lifted my life from the madnessA sweet golden light out of sadnessI don’t want to, want you ever to see me cry‘Cause it was always, always going to be goodbyeYou’re not aloud to see – you had the best of me – it doesn’t matter nowI didn’t give a damn, ‘cause life is all a sham – I’m always wrong somehowI don’t want to, want you ever to see me cryIt was always, always going to be goodbyeI don’t want to, want you ever to see me cryIt was always, always going to be goodbye ...