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And the palace of your mind will be bright Everything is slowing down, yet everything is faster While everyone's consuming, I'll save you from yourself Upon this world of fiction, my love I will bestow

So you can sleep well at night And the palace of your mind Will be bright

You can sleep well with night And the palace of your mind Will be bright

Jakoś tak craftworkowo mi się to nagranie skojarzyło, ale to nowy utwór zespołu Gorillaz, który powraca po latach i zapowiada swoją dziewiątą płytę The Mountain.

Utwór nagrany razem z duetem Sparks, zatytułowany The Happy Dictator.

Out of sight, out of mind, out of time, out of love Out of breath, out of body, out of friends I can tell that you don't get out as much With these rocks on your back weighing you down Cause you feel all of you is not enough You're out of touch and out of sight Out of mind, out of time, out of love Less is more unless you feel that you're lesser than the rest You think that you're out of clutch

In this concrete jungle patience isn't kind I hope you make it out alive It's not they left you out to dry Is it you?

When you was down and out Couldn't be without the darkest thoughts chasing you around I see the pressure on your face while you vet the crowd Don't know if you should be in or out

Can't feel what hasn't been done Better run, can't hide Doing this till the day that I die While I ain't got no money I just wanna have a ball Hard to do when you're on the loose And end up for all of it all Another single shadow

Ten utwór skrada się tak niepozornie, ale ma naprawdę bardzo fajny klimat oparty na rytmie boogie, ale też trochę mrugający okiem do psychodeli, do klimatów też nowofalowych.

A zaraz obok zespół Coach Party.

Grupa Coach Party.

No, to nie jest zespół, który jest bardzo nieznany, no bo miał okazję supportować już chociażby Queens of the Stone Age czy Wet Leg, a to są przecież duże nazwy, nie tylko za oceanem.

Kiedy mówię Państwu o tej muzyce, z jednej strony psychodelicznej, z drugiej mającej trochę kowbojskiego sznytu, no to często wtedy wspominam The Nude Party.

Sweetheart of the Radio, The Nude Party.

The cities pass on like bright headlights I see them but I never stay The dial turns and other cigarette burns Searching for a country show I hear my baby singing to me My mind begins to snow

The nude party, sweetheart of the radio.

See time is just a concept that is masking our ability of grasping Heaven's not eternal, it's just everlasting That ain't blasphemy, it's true This ain't you and this ain't on you But honey, I'm unraveling and assaulting you Now I'm falling, it's awful, baby, don't you hear me call Now believe me, honey, I know it's taxing If I could, I would, I probably should Stop all this constant asking Cause the last thing that I need is this infinite basking

But I'm a wiser, I'm a rising, I'm the earth, I am the womb, I am the rose, I am divine, but a golden calf may be as close as I can get to symbolize and synthesize a sense of self within these eyes.

Honey, come check me The scurrant is breaking me Somebody wake me My mind is forsaking me I know it sounds crazy I know it sounds crazy I do Honey, come check me The scurrant is breaking me Somebody wake me My mind is forsaking me I know that I scared

I fall until I have no pretense I think I am now just frequency I am a shimmer on the sea But somehow drowning me

Can't can't break the tension Can't can't break the Can't can't break the tension Can't can't break the

No a my wysłuchaliśmy utworu Break the Tension, który także na tej płycie się pojawia i który nie po raz pierwszy także się pojawił na naszej antenie.

Wyprodukowany przez gościa współpracującego na co dzień z chociażby zespołem, oj, gdzieś mi to wyleciało, Cage the Elephant, tak, tak, jego miałem na myśli.

Z The Black Keys.

Swoją drogą to ciekawe, bo zazwyczaj wymieniamy w tym kontekście Dana Auerbacha z The Black Keys, który jest producentem wielu płyt.

To też naprawdę doświadczony producent współpracujący czy to z Cage the Elephant, czy z zespołem White Reaper.

First heard about your legend, Minnesota way back when Taken from the rich and given to your friends And your friends were the poor, up and down the line They might inherit the world a little bit at a time There are places on the upper plains, no comforts ever been You made a holy mission, Adelaide seems to them

Everywhere that you go, you are surrounded by a myth To believe in someone, though you don't gotta know where someone is So I've never known your whereabouts, I always know you're there Among the ones with nothing, given what you have to share First the cops came, then the feds came, then the army came, the men Who wore no uniforms, saying who they might have been

Been alive for a long enough time What makes me sad, what makes me sad I mean, do I live in these kudzu vines Kudzu vines, kudzu vines Kudzu vines, kudzu vines Jesus was a carpenter, this was way back when

Went on vacation with his only friend Said the lowly is holy and the holy divine But I don't remember creating these kudzu vines Kudzu vines, kudzu vines Kudzu vines, kudzu vines And we all go to heaven

Tenders won't swallow up Overwhelmed there That's where I'm going That's where you all can come find me Till then I'll be biting My way through the serpents Till then I'll be slicing My way through the serpents Of all that is eating Hungry and creeping I warn you I'm not feeling kindly

Kudzu Vines, Kudzu Vines Kudzu Vines, Kudzu Vines Swing your machete to the left to the right Swing your machete with all your might Black is the hair of a true lover mind But green is the blood of these Kudzu Vines

I'm just going slowly, my sanity I'll lose These are days to challenge these self-isolation blues Self-isolation blues

A kończy się ten album piosenką Blues for the Tortured Soul.

Keeping those engines running Keeping those signs at bay Got no time to lose my mind This is my judgment day Lost my mind this morning Lost all self-control Dug myself a great big ditch Down in the deepest hole I got blues for the hopeless people Blues for the tortured soul

Together, trying to stay sane Just to live, something's gotta give Probably my brain Overcompensating Always hit or miss Life's a mess, I must confess It's a devil's kiss I got blues for the hopeless people Blues for the tortured soul

Keeping those engines running Keeping those signs at bay Got no time to lose my mind This is my judgment day Lost my mind this morning Lost our self-control Died myself a great big ditch Down in the deepest hole I got blues for the hopeless people Blues for the tortured soul

Oh baby, go and save yourself There's no changing in me Cause I ain't just a rolling stone I'm a landslide over the highway I got nothing to hide I showed you from the start

I put the warning signs at every corner To protect your heart But you just keep on driving Twirling around the pain We just keep on fighting to find Every little reason to stay I ain't just a rolling stone I'm a landslide over the highway

Landslide over the Highway to był Liam St.

Na początku września ukazał się jego pierwszy longplay, nosi tytuł Man of the North i z niego jeszcze utwór tytułowy Liam St.

So you'll meet the shade from the blistering sun And shelter and warmth when the blizzards do come I'm steady and sure through the heaviest of storms You can bend, but you will never break Men of the North You can bend, but you will never break

Men of the North

I've learned to use caution on who I keep close The rotten ones always hate seeing you grow But to those who are loyal and honest and true I give up myself so we all can bear fruit

The shade from the blistering sun And shelter and warmth when the blizzards do come I'm steady and sure through the heaviest of storms You can bend but you will never break A man of the Lord You can bend but you will never break

My heart's like a stone that's taught the cascades My soul's like a river that weaves through the lakes Sometimes I can bite like a bone-chilling wind But I'll always breathe what's in So use me for shade from the blistering sun And shelter and warmth when the blizzards