still pondering...
Nov. 27th, 2005 08:49 pmhow about to start a mostly American speaking punk-orthodox parish in New York? )))
I left this city impressed by its "aura": "come as you are..." and so on.
I left this city impressed by its "aura": "come as you are..." and so on.
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Date: 2005-11-28 10:31 pm (UTC)but do you mean that in the 90's he, in fact, compromiseD?
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Date: 2005-12-01 03:07 pm (UTC)Let Love In, Good Son, Murder Ballads, Boatman's Call - it's all 90's
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Date: 2005-12-01 04:47 pm (UTC)yet, from what i know.... well, from the top of my head-- let's take something i really like: "Do you love me".
to put it simply: i'm not getting what's punkish about it.
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I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells rang in a wild sky
I knew from that moment on
I'll love her till the day that I died
And I kissed away a thousand tears
My lady of the Various Sorrows
Some begged, some borowed, some stolen
Some kept safe for tomorrow
On and endless night, silver star spangled
The bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you
She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Still I seemed so obselete and small
I found God and all His devils inside her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you
She had a heartful of love and devotion
She had a mindful of tyranny and terror
Well, I try, I do, I really try
But I just err, baby, I do, I error
So come find me, my darling one
I'm down to the grounds, the very dregs
Ah, here she comes, blocking the sun
Blood running down the inside of her legs
The moon in the sky is battered and mangled
bAnd the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you
All things move toward their end
I knew before I met her that I would lose her
I swear I made every effort to be good to her
I made every effort not to abuse her
Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you
p.s.
Date: 2005-12-01 04:49 pm (UTC)which i always thought to be an exact opposite of punk.
remember Cave's "The secret life of the love song"?
Date: 2005-12-02 01:55 am (UTC)Nick Cave is a post-punk singer.
Re: remember Cave's "The secret life of the love song"?
Date: 2005-12-02 02:37 am (UTC)punk rock history
Date: 2005-12-02 02:11 am (UTC)it's aggressive, not depressive. post-punk is more depressive then aggressive. it's aggression pointed by musicians toward themselves.
-The Birthday Party, Joy Division are post-punk bands.
Re: punk rock history
Date: 2005-12-02 02:46 am (UTC)и здесь Кэйв опять, имхо, не добирате градус.
а что для меня панк, я однажды сформулировал:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/tugodum/224081.html