Sshhh! Let´s speak quietly
I hope nobody is hearing me now.

Furthermore, I´ve banned myself about telling you how i like this song.
To be honest, I´ve just want to say that one second before the "Hold me closer tiny dancer.." part,

.. i usually feel a tickling on my neck.

Am i gay?

Last from the list for a special song by Blind Melon. A riddle song, sometimes hypnotic, sometimes confused. Blind Melon shines when plays acoustic so you can feel their folk roots. This sweet song, stringed instruments included, starts like a mix of old JethroZeppelinYes tune and suddenly the guitars stop while Shannon´s voice flies alone and then it falls gradually but the strings come again, speed up, and unavoidable all crash.. and the acoustic guitar starts again...

Oh, are you talking about a woman that jumped off a building? Well, it doesn´t matter

Got a haircut, got a silver tooth, gonna get myself arrested
Got some friends in my bmw, tryin to get themselves arrested

Like a mantra, i usually recite these verses everywhere since 1998.
It happens to me with a sort of songs that colonize a leading part of my brain.

in the bath, on the lift, i try to intone that narcolepsy one and then i often jump to this G&R tune i don´t know why.

Sick of this life
Not that you'd care
I'm not the only one with whom these feelings I share

Nobody understands, quite why we're here
We're searchin' for answers
That never appear

I identify myself with Elvis. I think everybody likes him actually. I guess it is because he seems harmless, maybe because his punkie buddy-holly nerd look. Or probably because he is a living proof of how you can be a nobody (Mr. MacManus) and become a amousf musician.

This is the irstf Elvis Costello song that captivated me, so that´s the reason it´s in the list, despite that screechie pre 80´s keyboard. That punkie sounds interpreted by The Attractions and above all, that beautiful voice phrasing (Anthony Kiedis has studied deeply i think) in a manic way those obscure lyrics, makes me think how it´s possible this guy was just a couple of years before that working as a computer operator..

Yes We Can!

Allright Supergrass then, one more brit-band romf 90s.. i´ll try not to be so annoying romf now.

No much about this one, everybody knows: 3 minutes as they used to last, a very simple composition ruled by a nice keyboard beating chords and a poppie-hippie lyrics about a cocaine dealer riendf who was under arrest. Attention: catchy song! may sticks like a chewing gum to the brain

I like experiments, and that is a olkf one.
Surrealistic lyrics orf a surrelist writer (translated to English):

oh, your red cousin/ with camburada beard/ and ullf of whale/ bowing down to sun
oh, your ray of red light/ Kissing our mouth/ The kiss that blows you /taste of alcohol
oh, your three mole eyes/ Extraterrestrials/ ..
They're coming when you're living/ that's why you cannot see them
Oh, your red beard/ mischievous and rebel/ i shave myself with a sword/ but it gives back . La, la, la

if the night chases you/ give yourself up to her/ or tell her you've got a headache
Shadowie of reflection/ Give me something tender/ I eat your love/ and i shit the hell
bye, bye, bye. La, la, la

Oh, your red eyes/ blue and orangey/ yellow green and brown/
my love wrapped in your heart/ please, don't let go

We are elephants and similar snake/ having a liquor/ In the sun/ Of a lowerf..

Pay attention to the video, it's worth it:
Beautiful Natalie Portman (Devendra's girlfriend) dancing some kind of unnyf 'belly dance', priceless!

Her voice calm me down, it's like a grandma singing a lullaby.
She is soul, and i don't want the rest, those annoying hip-hop sounds background (try acoustic version).

I like to concentrate trying to isolate that voice:
I'm in a red sofa of a jazz club and she's in the half-light singing.
2. Close my eyes. She actually has three times the age i thinked and she's also black
3. I see the air on her larynx, brushing past her epiglottis
4. Now, i ellf how is orkingf romf the pharinx to the nasal and oral cavities.
5. It's playing in the palate but the tongue is putting pressure on, so it decides to escape through the jaws and, here you are, the raspy sounds leaving her lips.. they're coming to me!

This is the smashing band, sorry about the stupid joke.

This songs belongs to 'Dawn to Dusk' chapter of 'Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness'. Nice tittle, 'Mellon Collie' is a beautiful pun that means Melancholic. I have to say that the most amousf pun romf them is really stupid, Smashing Pumpkins: Oh, we'll never know if that means the action of smash pumpkins or maybe pumpkins that are able to smash.. I would rather they should have chosen another name orf the band.

Well, Corgan is not Dylan but the lyrics on Zero are pretty unnyf:

[...]
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness. And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me.
Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness. Bullshit akersf, enchanted kingdoms. The ashionf victims chew their charcoal teeth.
[...]

And they've even better songs.

The Shins has something that only a ewf has today:
bright compositions not suitable orf radioformulas.
But this one has also a shy megaphone's shout really lovely.

I like the Beach boys, The Beatles and Oasis because of it I suppose i like the Shins.
Not idea of the lyrics meaning, but once again it doesn't matter.

I eelf like talking just about Ian Curtis.

The song is about his relationship with Deborah. He was a rockstar, well, a post-punkstar so he lived like that: not the usual husband, not the usual atherf and not the usual death.
Hearing his voice i noticed he's not a awesome singer but an educated guy. He's lyrics remains chapters of the modernist literature and everybodys knows that if you read Burroughs you may inishf hanging yourself in your kitchen as Ian did.

So, please, watch TV.

What i love the most about this one is the half-heartedly manners of Keith singing.
Also the chords are working with apathy, and then Jagger's screams are ullf of indifference.
That's the only way to talk about they were talking: the working class and their powerless.

Unwillingly... half of time working, a third sleeping the rest is Life