Eddie Vedder - Society - Into the Wild Soundtrack

En anticipación a lo que será la tercera visita de Pearl Jam a México, que aunque lejos de acaparse la banda, pienso que Eddie Vedder ha sido la fuerza que  ha mantenido y dado dirección a Pearl Jam por ya 21 años. Me gustaría ir a una de sus tocadas acusticas solo, donde toca temas de Into the Wild y Ukulele Songs, etc. Me gustan porque explora el folk, que en general es una faceta que rara vez toca Pearl Jam.

500 Days of Summer - Us - Regina Spektor

This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront this is not a love story...

definitivamente uno de mis intros favoritos de todos los tiempos

If you're not part of the solution, you'll probably think I'm nuts

http://www.asofterworld.com/index.php?id=724

5 minutos

¿por qué no hay nadie en el mundo como yo? estoy cansado de ver tu televisión...
#todomimundoacolor

Forever Young

May your hands always be busy

May your feet always be swift

May you have a strong foundation

When the winds of changes shift

May your heart always be joyful

May your song always be sung

May you stay forever young

Forever young, forever young

May you stay forever young...
:)

Ai

Me alegra saber que todo está vacío.
Honor a la espada del enemigo,
Sólo herirá la brisa de la primavera
Con el fulgor del relámpago

There is no spoon...

Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead... only try to realize the truth.

-What truth?-

There is no spoon.

-There is no spoon?-

Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.

--The Matrix

True Nature

Oh Lord of my own ego, you are pure illusion.

You do not exist. The Earth is my witness.

We can all be free

Come and be free, you know who I am
We're just living people


chan marshall

Tío, que me han pillao

Últimamente, bandas de indie folk como Beirut, Fleet Foxes, etc, han estado dominando mis playlists. La mayoría son  americanas o canadienses, pero hay de todos lados. Russian Red (Lourdes y cia.) son una banda española que ha venido creciendo del 2008 para acá. Seabear son islandeses y tienen desde el 2006. Aunque Seabear tiene un poquito más de material, las dos bandas apenas acaban de sacar su segundo disco, Fuerteventura de Russian Red y We Built A Fire de Seabear. A mi parecer, Seabear estan un poquito más pulidos, aunque a las rolas del Fuerteventura ya se les nota más producción y son menos melancólicas. Ahí al rato hago mi reseña del Fuerteventura lol.
Estas dos rolas, son mis favoritas de sus primeros discos, I Love Your Glasses y The Ghost That Carried Us Away, respectivamente. Y pues soy fans, qué más puedo decir?

The Greatest Victory

"A man may conquer a million men in battle, but one who conquers himself is indeed the greatest of conquerors."

- Sakyamuni Buddha, Dharmapada 103

Dos haikus

El caminante
me llamarán a mí.
Primer chubasco

Olor a crisantemos.
Y en Nara, viejas
imágenes del Buddha

- Matsuo Basho

The Grey Rider and the Battle of the Dale

Este es un esayo corto, flagrantemente inspirado en la mitología de J.R.R. Tolkien. Lo escribí hace ya algunos años para una clase de literatura inglesa, y hoy es rescatado de mi folder de escritos and stuff.

It was an early grey spring morning that still clung to winter. At the break of dawn a fine mist set on a dale riddled with broken blades and arrow shafts. The field lay motionless and silent. Bodies of man and horse alike covered the ground. None moved, save a lonely figure clad in grey. He rose slowly, and as he looked upon the field, his stern face changed to one of anguish and despair.

Broken spears and cloven shield laid fallen beneath his feet. The empty quiver at his back and the dull, dry stains upon his tattered cloak made it clear he had been in the thick of battle, yet he lived and rose among the fallen. As he stood up, beneath his cloak, the rings of a once-bright coat of mail glinted faintly, greeting the first of the sun's rays. And there at his waist, hung his sword still in its scabbard. It was as if it had never seen the dark of battle. Unsheathing the blade, now visibly marred by slight stains of dried blood, he looked up above at the coming dawn and his lips drew a dubious smile. In a dry, broken voice he shouted: “How did it come to this!?”

A grave but gentle voice spoke behind him, “Why does the Grey Rider lose heart?” 

 The sun was setting in the horizon. Two men crossed a wide river ford and rode swiftly into a forest bordering the vast plain from whence they came. They were moderately armed and on light mounts. They approached what seemed to be a watch tower high up on a tree.

A man moved in the tower and yelled out, “What news from east of the Ford?” The two riders quickly dismounted and approached the outpost. They seemed to be scouts. The man in the tower descended to them and demanded for news again.

One of the riders, in a calm yet ominous manner answered, “They come. A great horde of Easterlings is advancing towards us as we speak. They will reach the Ford by tomorrow at nightfall.” Quickly, the man of the tower climbed up again. He lit a beacon and sounded a horn. Soon several others were heard in the distance responding to his call. The alarm was thus sounded and the land made ready for war.

            Early in the morning of the next day, several men were gathered in a great wooden hall. It was generally used for feasts and celebrations, but as of late it had been naught but a grave council room. The men gathered there were strong and noble, but a dark cloud troubled their minds. They were heavily armed. They wore hauberks of bright mail and heavy scale. Great helms of the finest craft were set upon their brows, and sharp blades hung from their belts. Everyone who could ride and wield a spear, a sword, or a bow had been summoned, the scouts and watchmen included. Little was the help that could be counted on from friendly outside lands.

“Are the hosts ready?” An old, yet strong man of proud bearing addressed the others, “We will ride and meet the Easterlings before they reach the Ford.”

One of the men answered, “My lord, Mithrohir has not arrived yet.”

 “He will come,” answered their lord, Eomund, “Ready the horses, we ride before noon.”

Suddenly the gates of the great hall were thrown open, and in came a hooded man clad in grey. The color of his cloak was difficult to perceive; it seemed to shimmer in a dark, silvery hue. Bright mail could be seen beneath it. A smooth, strong longbow and a quiver full of sharp arrows hung from his back. A long, sheathed sword was at his side. He spoke with authority and great sincerity, “The host is ready milord. The Grey Rider is honored to ride among you.”

            A great host of men, nearly three thousand strong, was gathered outside in the courtyard of the fortress hall and in the nearby countryside. They were anxious. Many talked; many others occupied themselves with their swords and spears. They were all on horseback. Infantry was no use here, speed was needed.

 Lord Eomund, the nobles, and the Grey Rider, Mithrohir in the elven tongue, mounted their horses and prepared to ride. Horns were sounded and the distracted riders managed and wheeled their horses with great ease. They were soon organized into companies and they moved as one. The host rode hard and fast to the southeast. The falling sun shone upon their spears and helms, and they glittered among the dust created by the horses’ pace. The Host reached the edge of the forest at dusk. In the dale beyond the Ford, the Easterlings awaited the Rohirrim and the coming darkness. Tired as they were, the Riders fought valiantly, but they were vastly outnumbered. The confusion that ensued was bloody and dark. The battle lasted long into the cold and moonless night.

            In the pale morning that still clung to the night, a small group of riders returned to the battlefield. It was lifeless save for a haggard man who rose among the dead. The riders were the lord’s men, with Eomund himself. He dismounted and approached the lonely man, “Why does Mithrohir despair? We have taken the field, the Easterlings are routed.”

Stars - Your Ex-Lover Is Dead

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save

Pero qué señora rola. Stars es una excelente banda de indie pop de Toronto. Para ser 100% honestos, tenía rato de no escucharlos, pero salen en el soudtrack de una película que acabo de ver, Day Dream Nation, y pues se anexaron un poco a mi biblioteca musical.

Promesa

Enormes expositores los dos del nosie pop, con marcada influencia del shoegaze, The Pains son poco más ruidosos al estilo MBV o JaMC, mientras que Asobi Seksu tiene un sonido un poco más etéreo, como Ride o Slowdive.
Aquí, solemnemente prometo que estos dos han sidos los últimos conciertos de tal magnitud que me pierdo este año :(

El mosquito

• Un mosquito me ha picado

   ¡Gracias!

   ¡Estoy vivo!


- Ko Un


http://www.casatibet.org.mx/2011/07/el-mosquito/

Neil Young with The Ducks, 1977 -LITTLE WING - RARE electric version

"Little Wing"

All her friends call her Little Wing
But she flies rings around them all
She comes to town when the children sing
And leaves them feathers as if they fall
She leaves them feathers as if they fall

Little Wing, don't fly away
When the summer turns to fall
Don't you know some people say
The winter is the best time of them all
Winter is the best of all.

Pearl Jam - Untitled / MFC (Berlin '09) HD

I hope you get my message...

with you I could never feel alone...

Eddie Vedder "Longing To Belong" (Official Video)

La neta la neta, es medio mamón hacer un disco de canciones de ukulele, peeero es Mr. Vedder, y además está pocamadre :D. Apenas tiene un mes de haber salido,y aunque es "nuevo", varias de las rolas tienen un feeling de haber ya estado por un rato, recordando un poco a Soon Forget, del Binaural si no me equivoco, y retomando el trabajo del soundtrack de Into the Wild. En conclusión, dejando de lado mi fanatismo Pearl Jamico, definitivamente es de los mejores materiales del primer semestre del 2011.

Kashmir - Miss You Live in Vega DVD quality

I miss you all the time
though you sit next to me
I hope you feel just fine
wherever you may be
whatever's in your way...

qué lástima que no vinieron a monterrey D:  y no pude ir al concierto del df. como que han ganado adeptos en méxico últimamente, así que espro que vengan el próximo año.

losing the game

i went outside once, the graphics were alright but the gameplay sucked

The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - I Wanna Go All the Way

And everyone is telling me
you're so wrong
I should stay away and that you
just dont belong
but I don't hear a word they say
when you come around
and we go down

Excelente material del nuevo album Belong the mi banda de noise pop favorita The Pains of Being Pure at Heart. Lástima que este album salió apenas hace un mes, era taaan aplicable a mi situación hace seis :(

warm wine

warm wine is my only company in these long, sultry nights

Noche

La dulce noche primaveral
contemplando los cerezos en flor
ha llegado a su fin

- Matsuo Basho

Cranes

Shiogoshi ya
tsuru hagi nurete
umi suzushi

the shallows-
      a crane with legs wet,
             the sea cool

Karikakeshi
tazura no tsuru ya
sato no aki

The countryside
in the half harvested
      rice paddies, a crane-
             autumn in the village

- Matsuo Basho

burn away

please, burn away my kaleidoscopic heart...

She with one breath attunes the spheres,
And also my poor human heart

- henry david thoreau

ya falta poco!!!

i think about you all the time
is that wrong?

should i forget the better days
and move on?

the one thing on my mind oooh
why we left this world behind

so come on
you're all i ever wanted all along , all along
you're the one

you're living somewhere far away
and i know
i cant go back to yesterday
or let go

the one thing on my mind
when i left the world behind

so come on
you're all i ever wanted all along , all along
you're the one

the one thing on my mind
(one thing on my mind)
when i left the world behind
(left the world behind)

so come on, you're all i ever wanted all along
all along
you're the one

cause you're the one
you're the one

you're not number two or three
you're number one for me

you're the one

Polaris - She Is Staggering

Are you crazy, man?
You didn't notice her?
You must be blind
It's all I do now
Just think about how
She will be mine

I couldn't stand up
I couldn't sit down
One look at her and I stumble around

One look at her
I get irrational
She ties my tongue
I saw her downtown
On a cloudy day
She brought the sun
She's not a part of the scene
She don't socialize
She does her own thing
She's ahead of her time
Just the right speed
She is staggering

I couldn't stand up
I couldn't sit down
One look at her and I stumble around
She is staggering
She is staggering

She's uncommonly heavenly
She is so rare
She's beautiful, exceptional
She doesn't care

I couldn't stand up
I couldn't sit down
One look at her and I stumble around
I couldn't get to sleep
And then I couldn't eat
She's all that I want
She is all that I need
She is staggering
She is staggering
She is staggering
She is staggering

big enough

This town isn't big enough for the both of us. Let's run away together!

http://www.asofterworld.com/index.php?id=635

wasting time

Sometimes I sit at home and
wonder if she's sitting at home
thinking of me and wondering if I'm
sitting at home, thinking about her
or am I just wasting my time

- b. 182

Regina Spektor - Folding Chair (Live In London)

Ahora algo de mi compositora rusa favorita :D. ésta es de mis favoritas del Far, y es simplemente genial en el Live in London.

Maybe one day you will understand
That I want nothing from you
But to sweetly hold your hand
Til that day just please don't be so down
Don't make frowns
You silly clown

Asobi Seksu - Im Happy But You Dont Like Me (Live)

otra de mis bandas favoritas de la reciente camada del llamado "nu-gaze" o noise pop, una mezcla de suaves vocales, guitarras ruidosas y capas y capas de synths. Espero que despúes de TPOBPAH, también vengan a México.
como es mi cumpleaños hoy, happy birthday to me XD

The Pains of Being Pure At Heart "Heart In Your Heartbreak"

She was the heart in your heartbreak
She was the miss in your mistake
And no matter what you take,
you're never going to forget
She was the tear in a rainstorm
She was the promise that you would've sworn
And no matter what you say,
it's never gonna come back


TPOBPAH en el Indie-o fest, Marzo 12! no puedo esperar

Andres Calamaro - Me arde

me arde, me está quemando, estoy disimulando;
como el fuego sobre la superficie del mar,
como el viento caliente del desierto,
me quema, me quema, saber, que no vas a volver

you will? you will? you will?

You are the reoccurring kind.
You never really leave my mind

b. e.

wrong

was I wrong to think? was I wrong to care? was I wrong to try?

we lose

i'm lonely + you're lonely = we're both lonely yey!

foolish

we sure are foolish, for two lonely people

Bright Eyes - If Winter Ends

i dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold, winter set heart.
with heat to melt these frozen tears
burned with reasons as to carry on.
into these twisted months i plunge without a light to follow
but i swear that i would follow anything
just get me out of here.
and you get six months to adapt
then you get two more to leave town.
and in the event that you do adapt
we still might not want you around.
but i fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
but i know that that's impossible now.
and so i drink to stay warm
and to kill selected memories
'cause i just can't think anymore about that
or about her tonight
but i give myself three days to feel better
or else i swear i'll drive right off a fucking cliff
'cause if i can't learn to make myself feel better
how can i expect anyone else to give a shit?
and i scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere
just get me past this dead and eternal snow
'cause i swear that i'm dying, slowly but it's happening
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere
just take me there, just take me there, just take me there
and say, and lie to me, and say, and lie to me, and say
it's going to be alright, it's going to be alright...

stopped trying

i tried not caring. i tried being angry and bitter. i guess now i'll just stop trying at all.

creature

I am but a creature of paradoxes and contradictions

):

Es la última noche del mundo y olvidé decir adios

Bright Eyes - I've Been eating (for you)

So, I’m just the medicine
You take when you’re sick
You get well and that’s it
I’m put back on the shelf in your mirror
And it isn’t exceptional
The course of our fate
So, people love and they hate
And I guess it’s just our turn to hate
Yeah, you were just some song I wrote
A poem on a page
A sculpture I made out of clay
Desire was the flame
But now you’re more of a basketball
Boys just pass you around
They bounce you hard on the ground and dribble
And then we all get high fives
And you think I’m an asshole now
Well, you’re probably right
But at least I’m not blind to the facts
I’ve been wishing were lies
But still I hope you get everything
That you care to possess
And unbelievable sex with him
Or any one of my friends
But just don’t ask about my appetite
I didn’t lose it tonight
No, it’s been gone half my life
It’s just act, I’ve been eating for you

Madeline

For some reason, I still miss you, Madeline...