YAEL NAIM – Paris
I fled to a different place. So quickly. The farthest away and I succeeded. I am in Paris. Lit candles. Gray and foggy. I am happy and it’s good for me. And it’s so good for me. In Paris. I wander around… In enchanting narrow alleys. I am spellbound. It sucks me in I am in Paris. Beautiful buildings. They are old. And so very noble. But the country lights me up in Paris. Fair from my house in Paris. I came here. A bit disenchated. This beautiful illusion of mine. A trial to catch up with myself in Paris. Again I disappear. A sad dream. I am famous already. And they hear me here in Paris. Now your voice. It whispers to me from far away. I miss you. Come return to me. Already from Paris. I miss you… And… Paris. Far from my love in Paris. The country is so good to me here. So why do I cry and get upset? Yes, I am happy. So why do I cry at night. I miss you…from Paris. The sun wakes me up. From the window. And I feel the warmth a little more already. The plane lands. And there aren’t any lush and trickling clouds. I’m back again, Shalom Paris.
RUFUS WAINWRIGHT – Barcelona
The summer sun set a vicious circus. When shadows held the world in place. But today i felt a chill in my apartment’s coolest place. Fuggi regal fantasima. The village larks cannot be heard. Cause all the crows got panderers. I can’t escape these velvet drapes. Don’t want my rings to fall off my fingers. Fuggi regal fantasima. The mirror i find hard to face. Cause i fear it’s a long way down. Got to get away from here. Think i know which hemisphere. Crazy me don’t think there’s pain in barcelona. They dance you round a waltz confound. But i fear it’s a long way down. This road. Even if that straw i pulled. And i got to fight that bull. Nothing really does compare to barcelona. Besides in spain don juan’s to blame. But i fear it’s a long way down. And i fear i won’t be around. Got to get away from here. Think i know which hemisphere. Make sure i have all my papers. Laying out my summer clothes. Search for traps in vain like scratching. So my suitcase i can close. Fuggi regal fantasima.
METRIC – London Halflife
Middle-aged, do the low rise on the waist. London half-life. Middle-aged, you’re the low riser getting over myself today. And if you’re compromised, drive your car through the rain. And if you’ve been beaten, drive your car through the rain. Until you wash off the buzz. Don’t pull over ’till you’re sure one that wanted the floor, one that won’t know the street, one that wanted to land on the heart with his feet up. Oh watch out, you’re only better off with half your life, otherwise wasted. House of cards, you fall hard.
MORRISSEY – Mexico
In Mexico. I went for a walk to inhale. The tranquil, cool, lover’s air. I could taste a trace. Of American chemical waste. And the small voice said. “What can we do?” In Mexico. I went for a walk to inhale. The tranquil, cool, lover’s air. I could sense the hate of the lonestar state. And a small voice said. “What can we do?” It seems if you’re rich. And you’re white. You think youre so right. I just don’t see why this should be so. If you’re rich and you’re white. You think youre so right. I just don’t see why this should be so. In Mexico. I lay on the grass. And I cried my heart out. For want of my love Oh, for want of my love. Oh, for want of my love. It seems if you’re rich. And you’re white. You think you’re so right. I just don’t see why. This should be so. If you’re rich and you’re white. You think youre so right. I just don’t see why. This should be so. In Mexico, I lay on the grass. And I cried my heart out. For want of my love. For want of my love…
CAT POWER – New York
Start spreading the news. I’m leaving today. I want to be a part of it. New York, New York. These vagabond shoes are longing to stray. Right through the very heart of it. New York, New York. I wanna wake up in a city. That doesn’t sleep and find I’m king of the hill. Top of the heap. These little town blues are melting a way. I’ll make a brand-new start of it in old New York. If I can make it there. I’ll make it anywhere. It’s up to you. New York, New York. New York, New York. I want to wake up. In a city that never sleeps. And find I’m a number one, top of the list. King of the hill, a number one. These little town blues are melting a way. I’m gonna make a brand-new start of it in old New York. And… if I can make it there. I’m gonna make it anywhere. It’s up to you. New York, New York.
DAMIEN RICE – Prague
I pack my suit in a bag. I’m all dressed up for Prague. I’m all dressed up with you. All dressed up for him too. Prepare myself for a war. Before I even open up my door. Before I even look out. I’m pissing all of my bullets about. Wrap myself in a bag. I’m all wrapped up in Prague. I’m all wrapped up in you. I’m all wrapped up in him too. Prepare myself for a war. And I don’t know what i’m doing this for. Trying to let it all go. But how can I when you still don’t know? I could wait for you. Like that hole in your boot. Waiting to be fixed. I could wait for you. What good would that do. But to leave me pricked? Cheers darlin’ Here’s to you and your lover…darling. I got years… Pack my suit in a bag. Pack myself in a bag. Pack my suit in a bag. All dressed up for Prague. Pack my suit in a bag. All dressed up for. All dressed up for. All dressed up for.
MORCHEEBA – Sao Paulo
Waiting in the club lounge. I slot in so systematicly. I wanna smash it to pieces. Release this hatred inside of me. You know you fill me with passion. But I just act apologetically. I’m gonna miss you in fashion. All ashen faced with my deceit. Sao Paulo. Why am I bringing me down? Sao Paulo. If I drink any more I will drown. Sao Paulo. Why can’t I fight truth decay? Sao Paulo. My life is just one big cliche. Another stain on my passport. I wanna travel so futuristically. I just wish I could beam up, team up. And soon be on my way. You told me we’d go to Rio. And you said it so charismatically. I know it’s me that’s the nightmare. So fight fair or have some decency. Sao Paulo. Why am I bringing me down? Sao Paulo. If I drink any more I will drown. Sao Paulo. Why can’t I fight truth decay? Sao Paulo. My life is just one big cliche. Sao Paulo. Why am I bringing me down. Sao Paulo. If I drink any more I will drown. Sao Paulo. Why can’t I fight truth decay? Sao Paulo. My life is just one big cliche. You sure put a spin on my day. Why am I heading your way. Everything is coming up grey. I’m just a humble DJ.
KINGS OF LEON – Manhattan
Well. I could dance all night. And some of the day. That’s how I play. That’s how I play. I say who are you. No matter who you are. So you dance all night. And you dance all day. I say, I say. Gonna build a fire. Gonna smoke it up. Gonna sip this wine. And pass the cup. These avenues and these reseviors. We gonna show this town. How to kiss these stars. I say, I say. You’ve come to kill. Gonna spend it high. Your parents grieve. I know they are right. And then talking to you. Well they calm you down. So it’s all for you. Who let you down. I say, I say, I say, I say. Just wanna take you hand. I’m gonna drive you home. Just gonna keep on. Keep on, keep on. And you gonna have a rest.
SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES – Hong Kong Gardens
Harmful elements in the air. Symbols clashing everywhere. Reaps the fields of rice and reeds. While the population feeds. Junk floats on polluted water. An old custom to sell your daughter. Would you like number 23? Leave your yens on the counter please. Hong kong garden. Tourists swarm to see your face. Confuscius has a puzzling grace. Disoriented you enter in. Unleashing scent of wild jasmine. Slanted eyes meet a new sunrise. A race of bodies small in size. Chicken chow mein and chop suey. Hong kong garden takeaway. Hong kong garden.
LOU REED – Berlin
In Berlin, by the wall. You were five foot ten inches tall. It was very nice. Candlelight and Dubonnet on ice. We were in a small cafe. You could hear the guitars play. It was very nice. It was paradise. You’re right and I’m wrong. Hey babe, I’m gonna miss you now that you’re gone. One sweet day. Oh, you’re right and I’m wrong. You know I’m gonna miss you now that you’re gone. One sweet day. One sweet day. In a small, small cafe. We could hear the guitars play. It was very nice. Candlelight and Dubonnet on ice. Don’t forget, hire the vet. He hasn’t had much fun yet. It was very nice. Hey honey, it was paradise. You’re right and I’m wrong. Hey babe, I’m gonna miss you now that you’re gone. One sweet day. You’re right, oh, and I’m wrong. You know I’m gonna miss you now that you’re gone. One sweet day, one sweet day. One sweet day, one sweet day…
THE BREEDERS – Istanbul
Come on in, on in, on in. Come on in, on in, on in. Is it in the east? You’ve gone too far. Boys it’s over there. Not that far. It’s here. It’s where you are. Where you goin? To the city! Where you goin? To the city! Where you goin? Istanbul! Is it in the east You’ve gone too far. Boys it’s over there. Not that far. It’s here. It’s where you are. Come on in, on in, on in, Istanbul! Istanbul! Come on in, on in, on in. Come on in, on in, on in. Come on in, on in, on in. Where you goin? To the city! Where you goin? To the city! Where you goin? Istanbul!
DAVID BOWIE – Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam. There’s a sailor who sings of the dream that he brings. From the wide open sea, in the port of Amsterdam. There’s a sailor who sleeps. While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree, in the port of Amsterdam. There’s a sailor who dies. Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken town fight, in the port of Amsterdam. There’s a sailor who’s born on a hot muggy morn. By the dawn’s early light, in the port of Amsterdam. Where the sailors all meet. There’s a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails and he’ll show you his teeth, that have rotten too soon, that can haul up the sails, that can swallow the moon. And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide. “Hey, bring me more fish. Throw it down by my side” And he wants so to belch. But he’s too full to try, so he stands up and laughs, and he zip up his fly, in the port of Amsterdam. You can see sailors dance, paunches bursting their pants. Grinding women to porch. They’ve forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaked. Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes, and they turn and they dance, and they laugh and they lust. Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts. And then out of the night with their pride in their pants and the sluts that they tow. Underneath the street lamps, in the port of Amsterdam. There’s a sailor who drinks, and he drinks and he drinks, and he drinks once again. He’ll drink to the health of the whores of Amsterdam. Who’ve given their bodies, to a thousand other men. Yeah, they’ve bargained their virtue. Their goodness all gone, for a few dirty coins. Well he just can’t go on. Throws his nose to the sky, and he aims it up above, and he pisses like I cry, on the unfaithful love, in the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam.
FLEET FOXES – Mykonos
The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us. Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, torn up. And you will go to Mykonos. With a vision of a gentle coast. And a sun to maybe dissipate. Shadows of the mess you made. How did any holes in the snow tipped pines, I find. Hatching from the seed of your thin mind, all night? And you will go to Mykonos. With a vision of a gentle coast. And a sun to maybe dissipate. Shadows of the mess you made. Brother you don’t need to turn me away. I was waiting down at the ancient gate. You go, wherever you go today, you go today. I remember how they took you down. As the winter turned the meadow brown. You go, wherever you go today, you go today. When I walking brother don’t you forget. It ain’t often you’ll ever find a friend. You go, wherever you go today, you go today.
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AMIINA – Seoul
BEIRUT – Venice
THE KNIFE – Copenhagen
SIGUR ROS – Milano
THE BOOKS – Tokyo
AUTECHRE – Montreal
