11/08/2011

haunting confessions from far east...

farewell
it's long gone,
gone away
words were almost lost and gone
i felt it was far away;
even if it was near
i felt i could reach at least
ready made answers are here,
sitting like a gu deposit
and always tries to deliver
i turn away from those kind of things
get up and go, my will
just wave a good-bye
farewell



first of all let me tell you one thing: thankfully i recently had the chance to take part in one of my personal most worthwile soul-crushing art cinematic experience up to now if i have to talk about any exhaustive emotions that have been built up in art moving images within a magic music context roundly.

"confessions", a really perfectly imagery arranged japanese (actually noboby comes to my mind who illustrates art moving scenes with keen selected exquisite poptunes in an adequate better way than able tetsuya nakashima) school thriller-drama was predominant based on very special, kind of subtle shoegazepop/dreampop soundscapes, which emphasize circumstances meaningful or increase a world of emotions the opposed characters living in. The intensity of japanese drone-gaze-rockband boris` track "farewell" at movie plot punchline slow-motion-explosion-scene is completely breathtaking and worth to memorable. The breakdown at the beginning is fucking groundbreaking. a more then 7 minutes funeral, farewell!

live performance as well underneath...




and if that wasn`t enough england`s spearhead superior popband radiohead ups the ante with a more than lyrical superior depressing piano track that every listener is on no laughing mood. "last flowers to the hospital". name is program. bless my heart! can you find space inside a bleeding heart...



appliances have gone berserk
i cannot keep up
treading on people's toes
snot-nosed little punk
and i can't face the evening straight
and you can't offer me escape
houses move and houses speak
if you take me there you'll get relief
believe, believe, believe, believe...
and if I'm gonna talk
i just wanna talk
please don't interrupt
just sit back and listen
cause i can't face the evening straight
and you can't offer me escape
houses move and houses speak
if you take me there you'll get relief
believe, believe, believe, believe...
it's too much
too bright
too powerful
too much
too bright
too powerful
too much
too bright
too powerful
too much

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