June Tabor, a diamond.
Thursday, 29 February 2024
Don't Care before Roxanne
So, it looks like before Roxanne, there was Don't Care!
Stewart Copeland had this one-member "band" that had one hit before Roxanne. The similarities in the chorus between the two songs are evident, just as there are many resemblances between this song and other early songs from The Police!
As usual, be my guest and watch all this delicious interview or conversation in the words of Rick Beato, when you can.
Labels:
1978,
70's,
Klark Kent,
police,
punk,
Stewart Copeland
Tuesday, 27 February 2024
Transglobal Underground
I was missing them.
Songs: "Temple Head", 1993
and "LISBON (Soldier Song from Ördöngösfüzes)", 2021
Songs: "Temple Head", 1993
and "LISBON (Soldier Song from Ördöngösfüzes)", 2021
Labels:
1993,
2020s,
2021,
90's,
António Sérgio,
Transglobal Underground
Tuesday, 20 February 2024
in love with Tangk
the last album of IDLES, released 4 days ago.
It goes like this:
1. "Idea 01":
2. "Gift Horse":
3. "Pop Pop Pop":
4. "Roy":
5. "A Gospel" - not posted
6. "Dancer":
7. "Grace"
8. "Hall and Oates":
9. "Jungle":
10. "Gratitude" - not posted
11. "Monolith":
And now, live in France some days ago:
Hall and Oates, plus their classic Mother as encore:
It goes like this:
1. "Idea 01":
2. "Gift Horse":
3. "Pop Pop Pop":
4. "Roy":
5. "A Gospel" - not posted
6. "Dancer":
7. "Grace"
8. "Hall and Oates":
9. "Jungle":
10. "Gratitude" - not posted
11. "Monolith":
And now, live in France some days ago:
Hall and Oates, plus their classic Mother as encore:
we're all born migrants
This is so true, so deep and so beautiful. It has such sound richness that I prefer just to listen without the video. You choose..
A regra não nos carrega nem faz de nós excepções Terra cega Terra em transe Somos a ruga no mapa o vento fora do rumo a fuga fora da rota o vento fora do rumo As mãos apalpam o céu e crescem asas nos pés De lés a lés caminhantes Ó vida que se semeia Todos nascemos migrantes Há quem tenha mesa farta onde a penúria não mata Mar bravio Mar macabro Debaixo do mesmo sol somos filhos da tormenta bastardos em fraca barca com o vento fora do rumo |
The rule does not carry us nor makes us exceptions Blind Earth Earth in a trance We are the wrinkle on the map the wind off course the escape off the route the wind off course Hands feel the sky and wings grow on our feet From here to there hikers Oh life that is sown We are all born migrants There are those who have a full table where poverty doesn't kill Rough sea Macabre sea Under the same sun we are children of the storm bastards in a weak boat with the wind off course |
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