lunes, 8 de junio de 2009

ROLAS FAVORITAS

Directamente desde Austin, Texas llega esta bandota llamada Voxtrot. Este grupo "indie" llevan escasos 7 años en la escena y se mantienen como banda pseudo-underground. Sin la eterna sangronería de grupos como The Strokes, Voxtrot llega con piezas impecables y bonitas, cargadas de guitarras bien melódicas y letras agradables que funcionan tanto en la pista de baile como para ser escuchadas mientras se conduce rumbo a casa de la novia.
Con tres EPs y un LP bajo el brazo, Voxtrot es una banda que promete bastante. Su nuevo LP esta próximo a parecer y el nuevo sencillo puede descargarse de manera gratuita aquí, además en ese link puede entrar al myspace y escuchar algunas rolas.
Del EP del 2006, Raised By Wolves, el video de mi favorita de Voxtrot: The Start Of Something. También pongo la letra porque esta bien chida. Qué bonito es Voxtrot!!!

This time of night I could call you up
I'd get angry with athletic ease, break common laws in twos and threes
If I die clutching your photograph
Don't call me boring, It's just 'cause I like you
Take me on back... take me back
To the place where I could feel your heart
Is this the end or just the start of
Something really, really beautiful
Wrapped up and disguised as something really, really ugly,

Won't you...

Come by and see me, I'm a love letter away
I'd break your name before I'd say, "I really love you, love you, "
I don't care if you saw, I watched every inch of film
Flash across your Roman features,
And I loved it, loved it; I don't care if

You think I'm eager to shut your eyes, well
I'm sorry-everybody knows you can't break me with your gutter prose
Would you believe it, she sent me a letter,
The ring, it nearly weighs her down, she's got another boy, oh boy
Steady your ears... read my lips
Poetry is not a luxury, it's how I'll break this home
And when I'm really ill, won't you cradle me?
Man is not a noble animal, but maybe woman is, remember,

I heard you...

Inside your room, you said, "You never really live
Until your back's against the wall, " oh did you really mean it?
I never break my gaze, if just to see this scar remain reflected in your eyes
I think it's time to go home

Oh, tell me your thoughts, tell me your thoughts on liberty,
See there's a place where I sink to sleeping
Oh, my vote is as red as my blood
Will you join me for another round? I haven't had the chance to speak yet

God speed...

I break the law once every week to feel your touch,
What's a book to you in bed, Do you feel better, older?
This just makes me ill, your name is dripping from my pen
Still you're not around to curse,
I'll drop the gun now, I'm still under you...

Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight.
Marianne, let the ghosts sleep, just shut your eyes and burn the past away

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