Canción del día: God Help The Girl – God Help The Girl

Stuart [Belle & Sebastian] Murdoch está detrás del invento, que no sé muy bien cómo va… Por lo que parece el año que viene va a hacer un musical llamado God Help The Girl, pero la banda sonora ya lleva dos años grabada y es muy gonita toda ella. Y Stuart quiere que la gente le mande vídrios y audios en plan casting para encontrar gente que cante en la peli. El video que sigue es el de los intérpretes originales y es en directo en una iglesia y me parece una canción estupenda. Se la dedico a toda la gente que ha madrugado hoy domingo y tiene las neuronas operativas [otro día se la dedicaré a los que estén pasando la mañana del domingo durmiendo o viendo teletecho]:

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La canción del día: Belle & Sebastian – The Boy With The Arab Strap

Belle & Sebastian me gustan mucho, aunque también es verdad que ahora no los escucho tanto como antes. Total, que aquí va una de sus canciones más conocidas, estuve buscando un vídeo muy bueno en el que un tipo vestido en plan running ochentero corría al ritmo de la canción, pero no lo he encontrado así que aquí van en directo:

Letra:
A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
When youve been inside
Day upon day of this wandering gets you down
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town
Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
Squalor and smoke’s not your style
“I don’t like this place”
We better go
Then I compare notes with your older sister
I am a lazy gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow
What did you learn from your tim ein the solitary
Cell of your mind?
There was noises, distractions from anything good
And the old prison food
Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
Cause anything’s better than posh isolation
I missed the bus
You were laid on your back
With the boy from the arab strap
With the boy from the arab strap
Its something to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled
Do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in silence and a burden
The man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton
The Asian man
With his love hate affair
With his racist clientele
A central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free
With your lewd and lascivious boasts
We know you are soft cause we’ve all seen you dancing
We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon
Until noon again
You’re the boy with the filthy laugh
Youre the boy with the arab strap
Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches
And sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in London?
You’re constantly updating your hit parade of you ten biggest wanks
She’s a waitress and she’s got style
Sunday bathtime could take a while