Por Pachá
Banda escocesa do final dos anos 90. O som da banda é lento no vocal pautado de Aidam Moffat, lembra um pouco Pavement, com letras tristes.
O segundo disco Philophobia de 1998 influenciou muito o movimento indie de Glasgow nos anos noventa. O som do Arab Strap é maduro e nada tem de fugaz ou pueril, isso porque a estética do som é inteiramente centrada na criatividade de Aidam e no multi-istrumentista Malcolm Middleton.
O segundo disco Philophobia de 1998 influenciou muito o movimento indie de Glasgow nos anos noventa. O som do Arab Strap é maduro e nada tem de fugaz ou pueril, isso porque a estética do som é inteiramente centrada na criatividade de Aidam e no multi-istrumentista Malcolm Middleton.
Not everything must end
Not every romance must descend
Not every lover's pact decays
Not every sad mistake replays
If you can love my growing gut
My rotten teeth and greying hair
Then I can guarantee I'll do
The same as long as you can bear
If you love my little poofy hands
My skinny arms and reeking feet
The way I dance, the way I eat
If you love the morning spots I try
And squeeze before you're up to see
Each torn ankle, each weak knee
But still my moods must swing
To solitude I must still cling
And you won't love me every day
And suffer many a display
But plates may smash and doors may slam
My comments may be less than kind
But that won't mean I've changed my mind
I'm a huffy prick the best of times
I love to sulf and shout and squeal
But please don't doubt the way I feel
Cause when the Sun burns up the earth
Our progeny will raise a can
Here's to where it all began
And every day I hear the world
Is cracking up, the end is near
I hear we all should live in fear
Bullies, burglers, paedophiles
Bird flu and passive smoke
(They're coming!)
Volcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves
Heart disease and strokes
(They're coming!)
Terrorists with homemade bombs
And factions everywhere
(They're coming!)
They're drinking in the street
And they could steal your home
And I don't care!
Not every romance must descend
Not every lover's pact decays
Not every sad mistake replays
If you can love my growing gut
My rotten teeth and greying hair
Then I can guarantee I'll do
The same as long as you can bear
If you love my little poofy hands
My skinny arms and reeking feet
The way I dance, the way I eat
If you love the morning spots I try
And squeeze before you're up to see
Each torn ankle, each weak knee
But still my moods must swing
To solitude I must still cling
And you won't love me every day
And suffer many a display
But plates may smash and doors may slam
My comments may be less than kind
But that won't mean I've changed my mind
I'm a huffy prick the best of times
I love to sulf and shout and squeal
But please don't doubt the way I feel
Cause when the Sun burns up the earth
Our progeny will raise a can
Here's to where it all began
And every day I hear the world
Is cracking up, the end is near
I hear we all should live in fear
Bullies, burglers, paedophiles
Bird flu and passive smoke
(They're coming!)
Volcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves
Heart disease and strokes
(They're coming!)
Terrorists with homemade bombs
And factions everywhere
(They're coming!)
They're drinking in the street
And they could steal your home
And I don't care!
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário