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Lyrics Of The Week, Episode 415 – ‘Can’t Lose You’

In Anna's, Lyrics Of The Week on April 20, 2014 at 8:30 pm

It was the time of last sad April anniversary this week, Peter Steele’s death. Of course, I still can’t get used to that and I somehow think that Type O’ Negative will announce their new album or tour soon. But instead I’ll watch their great show at Dynamo ’95 that swept me off my feet when I was a teenager and it still does. I guess Peter was at his best at that time and this is how I want to remember him.

I was intending to post one of his gloomy songs like I Don’t Want To Be Me, Everything Dies or Everyone I Love Is Dead but this Monday I was surprised by someone special so I spontaneously changed the plan and am posting a short but very clear message. Hope it will be heard.

Type O’ Negative Can’t Lose You

CAN’T LOSE YOU

Type O’Negative

I can’t lose you.
I can’t lose you.
No I can’t lose you.
I can’t lose you.

Lyrics Of The Week, Episode 414 – ‘Come As You Are’

In Anna's, Lyrics Of The Week on April 12, 2014 at 9:33 am

Last week I wrote about neither Layne nor Kurt but I had a good reason for that: this week Nirvana was introduced to the Rock’n’Roll Hall of Fame.

I could not watch the ceremony but I saw the photos and they made me feel serene. It’s great to see Dave Grohl burying the hatchet with Courtney Love. It’s great to see Chris Novoselic and Dave Grohl together after so many years. They may have a couple of kilos more and some hair less but still they look happy and fulfilled. Michael Stipe was right, Nirvana and other bands from Seattle opened the door for outsiders and freaks in the 90′s, made them feel special and valuable and told them to come as they are. Thank you.

Nirvana Come As You Are

COME AS YOU ARE

Nirvana

Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy.
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don’t be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memoria
Memoria [x3]Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memoria
Memoria [x3]And I swear that I don’t have a gun
No I don’t have a gun [x2]

Memoria [x3]

Memoria – and I don’t have a gun

And I swear that I don’t have a gun
No I don’t have a gun [x4]

Memoria [x2]

Lyrics Of The Week, Episode 413 – ‘Cutt Off’

In Anna's, Lyrics Of The Week on April 5, 2014 at 9:56 pm

It was announced officially this week that Kasabian will be headlining Glastonbury Festival 2014. Even though I won’t be there I’m happy for the band, they surely deserved that with their talent, hard work and dedication. I have already mentioned that they are about to release a new album around that time but today I want to remind an oldie, a song from their debut album. Cutt Off is a good track itself but accompanied by the video it becomes a mini masterpiece. It is based on an absurd concept and well directed (watching it you may get the idea that it’s Tom, the singer, who is the cause for the panic in the city until you realise the culprit is someone…ekhm…something else zeby).

Anytime I am fed up with reality, I feel an uncontrollable inner need for abstract and I get a satisfactory portion of abstract by watching sharks flying in the air hahaha. Kasabian’s video is the main source of flying sharks together with an episode of The Young Ones called Flood.  Let me take my dose for today zeby.

Kasabian Cutt Off

CUTT OFF

Kasabian

John was a scientist, he was hooked on LSD
Interested in mind control and how the monkey held the key
Said that all life is experiments somebody’s planning for the heir
It’s for the unexpecting citizens who hallucinate in fear.
Sing that.

Chew the backbone, A solar system, these clever convicts

In union station, with a package in his hand
Tied to the suspect, he chanced him where he stand
And i dont think you realise he’s coming for your neck
And the sound is breaking all around
He’s keeping lives in check

Chew the backbone, a solar system, these clever convicts

Making his getaway threw a punched out mirror
He blend into the crowd, hear the system scream
And all those spies that strikes you here
are clinging to their guns
And if you smell those omens man, i think you better run.

Checkout.

Chew the backbone, a solar system, these clever convicts.
Chew the backbone, a solar system, these clever convicts.
Chew the backbone, a solar system, these clever convicts

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