"When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am."
Old lyrics have a tendensy of catching up on you, and they always hit you when you least expect it. I get very emotional when a song I haven't heard for years comes on the radio or on my mp3. It just takes my breath away, how a song so good can be lost for oh so long in the massive musical libraries on the computer and on the purple little thingamajig that I always carry around.
Quite alot of music has been re-discovered from the depths of technology, The Editors being one of the lost bands. I haven't listened to them for several months, almost a year even. But this song, it goes straight to the heart and stays there, no matter what. Another band that has been lost for quite some time now is Broder Daniel, the indie-popish band from Gothenburg, curtesy of ~1990-2003. The whole subculture that had its foundation in BD is lost by now, only a few people left scattered across the country with stars under their eyes and black shirts with white band-logos on, but the music lives on. Or at least, so we thought. Anders Göthberg, guitarist in the band, is rumoured to have jumped off Västerbron this past sunday. I, as the main part of this country, found out about it yesterday, and many believed it was nothing but a bad joke. Sadly, that doesn't seem to be the case. From now on, BD seems to be but a dream of the past, never to rise again. It's.. depressing, to say the least.
I won't write anything lengthy today, mostly because I am addicted to the song Winter Rose by Firefox AK and Tiger Lou, and I can't seem to concentrate while listening to it. It's that kind of song where you just want to move around and sing and not think about anything at all, and it works wonderfully. Therefore, with nothing more to add, cheers people.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
The Editors - Let Your Good Heart Lead You Home
You let the dark in, somehow
I feel the winter more now, more now
Some things do matter, a price to pay
We will find our own way, always
Sharks swim around your drowning soul
Let your good heart lead you home
Once you've gone, you can't come back
I am worried about you
Once you've gone girl, you can't come back
I am worried about you
Old lyrics have a tendensy of catching up on you, and they always hit you when you least expect it. I get very emotional when a song I haven't heard for years comes on the radio or on my mp3. It just takes my breath away, how a song so good can be lost for oh so long in the massive musical libraries on the computer and on the purple little thingamajig that I always carry around.
Quite alot of music has been re-discovered from the depths of technology, The Editors being one of the lost bands. I haven't listened to them for several months, almost a year even. But this song, it goes straight to the heart and stays there, no matter what. Another band that has been lost for quite some time now is Broder Daniel, the indie-popish band from Gothenburg, curtesy of ~1990-2003. The whole subculture that had its foundation in BD is lost by now, only a few people left scattered across the country with stars under their eyes and black shirts with white band-logos on, but the music lives on. Or at least, so we thought. Anders Göthberg, guitarist in the band, is rumoured to have jumped off Västerbron this past sunday. I, as the main part of this country, found out about it yesterday, and many believed it was nothing but a bad joke. Sadly, that doesn't seem to be the case. From now on, BD seems to be but a dream of the past, never to rise again. It's.. depressing, to say the least.
I won't write anything lengthy today, mostly because I am addicted to the song Winter Rose by Firefox AK and Tiger Lou, and I can't seem to concentrate while listening to it. It's that kind of song where you just want to move around and sing and not think about anything at all, and it works wonderfully. Therefore, with nothing more to add, cheers people.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
The Editors - Let Your Good Heart Lead You Home
You let the dark in, somehow
I feel the winter more now, more now
Some things do matter, a price to pay
We will find our own way, always
Sharks swim around your drowning soul
Let your good heart lead you home
Once you've gone, you can't come back
I am worried about you
Once you've gone girl, you can't come back
I am worried about you
