Cold room by DAVID YERLE

http://www.myspace.com/yerle

Conec al musicassu que ha fet aquesta cançó directament així que si ets productor i t'encanta avisa'm!!!

no és genial????? es brutal!!!

COLD ROOM

I'm sorry for wasting one more day
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for having tried and not prevailed
I guess I'll just keep trying

But every hope the morning brings is shattered down when I get here
And numbness overcomes my fear
And I keep staring at the screen
And sometimes I will wonder how to stop the bleeding apathy
I guess there's nothing left for me
But try to hard and fall too deep

The room is colder
The road is over

I'm trying to build a brand new way
And someday I hope to see my work at play
I guess I'm just daydreaming

'Cause every time I try to sail
My doubt will build a mighty wave
To wipe out every scrap of faith that I had buried in my chest
And everytime I try to find
A shred of light behind the blinds
I guess I'm running out of time
To be OK and not just fine

The room is colder
The road is over

I'm sorry for wasting one more day
I'm sorry for having not prevailed
I'm sorry for trying to feel safe
I'm sorry for waking up too late
I'm sorry for having tried and not prevailed
I'm sorry for wasting one more day

Myspace de DAVID YERLE

Deixant de banda que expressa bastant el meu estat apàtic actual... en fi

parant taula amb benito lertxundi & euskadiko orkestra sinfonikoa

Música que em fa mirar enrere.
La mà a sobre al front com si fos una visera i els ulls mig aclucats.
El dia de reis, quan el papà encara vivia, l'any que tocava fer el dinar amb tota la família a casa.
La mamà més o menys ens organitzava.
El papà remugava.
Ens recordo de 21 botons amb el CD d'en Benito Lerxundi i el cloc cloc dels talons de les sabates de mudar com a rerefons.
El papà i jo posàvem la taula, primer l'hule, després unes tovalles vermelles amb dibuixos nadalencs de fulles i fruits de grèvol i el centre blanc amb més motius nadalencs. Preparàvem taula per uns 20 no ho sé, era una bona entaulada.
Trèiem les copes de cristall de les caixes de cartró, revisant que totes estiguessin netes i brillants, la vaixella bona, els coberts de plata i el joc de cafè preparat.
Encara que no ho recordo tot amb exactitud, tots fèiem alguna cosa, el mitjà potser estava amb el termo al bar de baix a buscar el cafè i la petita ajudant a la mamà.
Jo tallava un dels pernils que li havien regalat al papà en algún dels lots, sempre triàvem el més bo. Era difícil no picar abans que la família anés gotejant.
Alguna espelma sobre la taula, cadascú amb el seu panet, la casa engalanada, l'àvia fent clinc clinc amb el seu tremolor i la seva polsera d'or, feia goig de veure.
Però de fet això ja és una altra història, la música només sonava durant el ritus de parar la taula.

light my candle

(…) he is interrupted by a beautiful stranger from downstairs, Mimi. Mimi needs a match, her electricity is down too. She and Roger are instantly drawn to each other, but Roger resists. Mimi, she recognizes, is a junkie.


(Roger) What'd you forget?
(Mimi) Got a light?
(Roger) I know you? -- You're -- You're shivering
(Mimi) It's nothing They turned off my heat And I'm just a little Weak on my feet Would you light my candle? What are you staring at?
(Roger) Nothing Your hair in the moonlight You look familiar Can you make it?
(Mimi) Just haven't eaten much today At least the room stopped spinning. Anyway. What?
(Roger) Nothing Your smile reminded me of -
(Mimi) I always remind people of - who is she?
(Roger) She died. Her name was April
(Mimi) It's out again Sorry about your friend Would you light my candle?
(Roger) Well -
(Mimi) Yeah. Ow!
(Roger) Oh, the wax - it's
(Mimi) Dripping! I like it - between my --
(Roger) Fingers. I figured... Oh, well. Goodnight. (Mimi exits; then knocks again) It blew out again?
(Mimi) No - I think that I dropped my stash
(Roger) I know I've seen you out and about When I used to go out Your candle's out
(Mimi)I'm illin' - I had it when I walked in the door It was pure - Is it on the floor?
(Roger) The floor?
(Mimi) They say I have the best ass below 14th street Is it true?
(Roger) What?
(Mimi) you're staring again.
(Roger) Oh no. I mean you do -- have a nice -- I mean -- You look familiar
(Mimi) Like your dead girlfriend?
(Roger) Only when you smile. But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else --
(Mimi) Do you go to the cat scratch club That's where I work - I dance - help me look
(Roger) Yes! They used to tie you up -
(Mimi) It's a living
(Roger) I didn't recognize you Without the handcuffs
(Mimi) We could light the candle Oh won't you light the candle
(Roger)Why don't you forget that stuff You look like you're sixteen
(Mimi) I'm nineteen - but I'm old for my age I'm just born to be bad
(Roger) I once was born to be bad I used to shiver like that
(Mimi) I have no heat - I told you
(Roger) I used to sweat
(Mimi) I got a cold
(Roger) Uh huh I used to be a junkie
(Mimi) But now and then I like to --
(Roger) Uh huh
(Mimi) Feel good
(Roger) Here it -- um --
(Mimi) What's that?
(Roger) Candy bar wrapper
(Mimi) We could light the candle What'd you do with my candle?
(Roger) That was my last match
(Mimi) Our eyes'll adjust, thank God for the moon
(Roger) Maybe it's not the moon at all I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street
(Mimi) Bah humbug ... Bah humbug
(Roger) Cold hands
(Mimi) Yours too. Big. Like my father's You wanna dance?
(Roger) With you?
(Mimi) No - with my father
(Roger) I'm Roger
(Mimi) They call me They call me Mimi

"light my candle from RENT" by Jonathan Larsson

from abba to zappa