juliana m. escutatória dia 27/11/2010

28 11 2010

False Priest foi lançado em setembro, e entre baixá-lo  e esperar o show no Planeta Terra eu não consegui fazer mais nada além de ouvir over and over. Pra mim das bandas que mais me emocionam atualmente : eles não parecem com o que se tornou o estilo já bem definido e praticamente pop do cenário do indie rock atual. As letras obscuras e cheias de referências eruditas em meio as músicas dançantes e que estão bizarramente entre leves e experimentais, a ironia e avacalhação dos figurinos, o show burlesco. Eu acho tudo neles adorável.

You Do Mutilate?

I need to mutilate

we’re going to celebrate our emotional poverty

give the answers all away

I painted my suitcase red for the reading

which only ended in conversation rape

all they want, genetic telephonic pills

until the Spanish kids got so ill

I was home-schooling with a knife in my shoe

never seen corpses act so cruel

the self brutality was oh so angular

I made him a potion in a newspaper cup,

smiled, gave me a shrug, said I was a fuck-up

now I see your face selling Chinese urine

she came over the fence

with an argument in her head, no empathy

escape strategy

I understood her

we were trying to share a genuine human moment

just like the way they do in movies

I’ve hit a wall with this suicidal depression

it’s not the star I’m trying to call

I’ve been standing on the strand far too long y’all

go ahead, go ahead!

what you want? somebody who will slap away your blindness?

what you want? somebody who would corrupt your heart with too much kindness?

salute to your Buster Rhyme-ness

I got a black fang in Chicago

my superwoman licked

I don’t need a refill of this shit,

I need something that works motherfucker!

I wondered were you flattered, I tried to get you drunk

I know you’re collecting disciples

I know you want to be the godmother of soul-punk

someday, someday

they’re all skyscrapers for you Jane

never use your given name

I want to set you up for a sequel

make you feel like promised people

I always knew you were special

your best friend told me he saw you crying

everybody wants to crescendo

take home a memento

we tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY

yet I still was their family secret,

a white symptom of some wilderness hate ceremony,

custodian for experimental post human relationships, in fact

we tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY ineffectually,

now I know I’m not allowed to show the pain,

not allowed to expose the pain

I still was their family secret,

a white symptom of some wilderness hate ceremony,

custodian for experimental post human relationships, in fact

we tried to isolate XX infinite pleasure XY ineffectually,

now I know i’m not allowed to show the pain,

not allowed to expose the pain

all the white people from my neighborhood are dead

all the black people have turned pink for the winter

everybody is searching for a cause

a reason to blow themselves up

could be anything

when will certain people realize

that an afterlife is nothing to live for

nothing to die for

nothing to fight for

if those in this life are not sacred

then nothing that is a part of it

is sacred either

if you think God is more important than your neighbor

you’re capable of terrible evil

if you think some prophet’s words

are more important than your brother

and your sister,

you’re ill

and you’re wrong

you’re wrong

http://falsepriestlyrics.blogspot.com/

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