Wish I could send this whole vid to my ffffound!, so fuckin' perfect.
----- Lyrics: Hunter eyes… I'm lost and hardly noticed, slight goodbye I want to rip your lips off in my mouth Even in my greatest moment doubt The line between deceit and right now
Simple math, it's how our bodies even got here Sinful math, the ebb and flow to multiply What if I was wrong and no one cared to mention? What if it was true, and all we thought was right was wrong? Simple math, the truth cannot be fractioned Either way
I imply to mitigate the guilt, we could align A perfectly constructed alibi To hush the violent guilt that eats and never dies In actual blame, they call me once the dark divide
Simple math, it's why our bodies even lay here Sinful math, the truth cannot be fashioned What if you were crazy, would we have to listen then?
What if we've been trying to get to where we’ve always been? What if I was wrong, and started trying to fix it? What if you believed me? Everything is brilliant
What if I’ve been trying to get to where I’ve always been? What if we’ve been trying to get to where we’ve always been? Simple math, believe me, all is brilliant What if we've been trying to kill the noise and silence?
What if I was wrong and you had never questioned it? What if it was true, that all we thought was right, was wrong? Simple math, the truth cannot be fractioned I imply I've got to get it back then. ------
From Vimeo: “Repositories of stories and its enriching emotions, the covers, that accomodate the existing panoply of musical genres, are the motto for this exibition. The focus is made on album covers that often conquer our memory even when music slightly reached our ears. Major graphic disasters or deified, unduly ignored or zeitgeists, covers provide listening with a touch and an image, with the act of collection and share. From cover to cover, going thru all the stories (and histories), we wrote a new one to the sound of a song that repeats: I need nothing, I’ve everything I need.”
I relived so much of my childhood with this song that it almost brought me to tears. From the desperate need of a pair of Nikes, to the poster of Mike above my bed; from the joy of finally having want I wanted, to the disappointment of finding someone else using the same pair; from being robbed on my way back home from school, to growing up and realizing how consumerism plays with a kid's mind. I have lived all those moments. Seeing that collection of powerful images under the light of that gorgeous cinematography gave me real goosebumps.
Probably one of my favourite videos of this year.
----- Lyrics: I was seven years old, when I got my first pair And I stepped outside And I was like, Momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly I hit that court, and when I jumped, I jumped, I swear I got so high I touched the net, Mom I touched the net, this is the best day of my life Air Max's were next, That air bubble, that mesh The box, the smell, the stuffin, the trend, in school I was so cool I knew that I couldn't crease 'em My friends couldn't afford 'em Four stripes, some Air-didas On the court I wasn't the best, but my kicks were like the pros Yo, I stick out my tongue so everyone could see that logo Nike Air Flight, but bad was so dope And then my friend Carlos' brother got murdered for his fours, whoa See he just wanted a jump shot, but they wanted to start a cult though Didn't wanna get caught, from Genesee Park to Othello You could clown for those Probings, with the velcro Those were not tight I was trying to fly without leaving the ground, cuz I wanted to be like Mike, right Wanted to be him I wanted to be that guy, I wanted to touch the rim I wanted to be cool, and I wanted to fit in I wanted what he had, America, it begins
I want to fly Can you take me far away Give me a star to reach for Tell me what it takes And I'll go so high I'll go so high My feet won't touch the ground Stitch my wings And pull the strings I bought these dreams That all fall down
We want what we can't have, a commodity makes us want it So expensive, damn, I just got to flaunt it Got to show 'em, so exclusive, this that new shit A hundred dollars for a pair of shoes I would never hoop in Look at me, look at me, I'm a cool kid I'm an individual, yea, but I'm part of a movement My movement told me be a consumer and I consumed it They told me to just do it, I listened to what that swoosh said Look at what that swoosh did See it consumed my thoughts "Are you stupid, don't crease 'em, just leave 'em in that box" Strangled by these laces, laces I can barely talk That's my air bubble and I'm lost, if it pops We are what we wear, we wear what we are But see I look inside the mirror and think Phil Knight tricked us all Will I stand for change, or stay in my box These Nikes help me define me but and I'm trying to take mine, off
I want to fly Can you take me far away Give me a star to reach for Tell me what it takes And I'll go so high I'll go so high My feet won't touch the ground Stitch my wings And pull the strings I bought these dreams That all fall down
They started out, with what I wear to school That first day, like these are what make you cool And this pair, this would be my parachute So much more than just a pair of shoes Nah, this is what I am What I wore, this is the source of my youth This dream that they sold to you For a hundred dollars and some change Consumption is in the veins And now I see it's just another pair of shoes ------
«Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failure's all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go… Let it go.»
I love King of Limbs but I wish they revisit the Alt-Rock/Folk axis in the near future. Also, it amazes me how Amnesiac is at the perfect center of equilibrium.
«I looked at your status:
“In a relationship”
“In a relationship”, an earthquake hit me.
Your status had changed.
You'd never quirked about this, couldn't drag my eye away,
the words on the screen.
Nothing's set between us but you just weren't that keen.
“In a relationship”, plain Helvetica.
«I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts. Got treasures in my mind, but couldn't open up my own vault.
My childlike creativity, purity, and honesty is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts. Reality is catching up with me, taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody.»
From YouTube: For the video to Toro Y Moi's latest single "Low Shoulder" the directors Elisha Smith-Leverock and Chris Murdoch have drawn inspiration from everything from pulp magazines and Cinderella to sploshing and mono-brows. It's a nod to Italo-horror flics form the 70s and 80s. It features an appearance by 60s it-girl Daphne Sherman, wife of the legendary mod tailor Ben Sherman, who stars as a demented ballroom dancing reject/ waitress.
According to Chaz the song was written for his girlfriend asking her to not fall asleep whilst driving. We based the video on the idea of this sleep-deprived girl calling at a roadside diner for a coffee. Next thing you know she's semi-conscious and experiencing some really weird sh**"
Low Shoulder was shot in studio and on location at the Marina Cafe on Mare Street, Hackney on a very low budget with the help of a rather energetic and like-minded crew. Directed by Elisha Smith-Leverock & Chris Murdoch.
Can't express how much I love this band. I've been listening this album up and down for months now and I still can't get enough. It's pretty good, like in the “potentially-in-my-top-five-of-2010” kind of way.
From Vimeo: An animated mind melt into a post human New York where TV and animals rule. All cast to the sincerely melodic soul of Blockhead's 'The Music Scene.'
Directimated by A.F.Schepperd
Commissioned by Ninjatune Records
Music by Blockhead.
"This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skills, fifteen percent concentrated power of will, five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain...
and a hundred percent reason to remember the name"
