Smoggy

Eu estou com medo do show do Bill Callahan que ocorrerá nesta quarta-feira, 10, no Studio SP. Não sei o que poderá acontecer dentro da minha cabeça quando escutar suas canções ao vivo. Mas o show, provavelmente, vai ser focado no disco solo de Bill, Woke on a Whaleheart, certo? Isso me acalma um pouco. Porque se eu ouvir essas músicas abaixo, eu sou capaz de implodir e virar um boneco de cera para a eternidade.

Smog
Wild Love (1995)

"When you're down on your luck
And you just can't cope
When the times are bleak
And the friends are few
Don't turn to me
'Cause I'm no hope
Don't turn to me
'Cause I don't know what to do", It's Rough

Smog
The Doctor Came at Dawn (1996)

"All your bridges and bras
Your cotton
and gauze
All your buckles and straps
Releases and traps
All your screws
and false nails
Oriental winks
and Egyptian veils", All Your Women Things

Smog
Red Apple Falls (1997)

"Most of my fantasies are of
Making someone else come
Most of my fantasies are of
To be of use
To be of some hard
Simple
Undeniable use

Like a spindle
Like a candle
Like a horseshow
Like a corkscrew", To Be of Use

Smog
Knock Knock (1999)

"With every mile
A piece of me peels of
and whips down the road
All down the road

I should have left a long time ago
The best idea I've ever had

I feel light and strong
I could drive forever", I Could Drive Forever

Smog
Dongs of Sevotion (2000)

"And when it comes your turn to speak
Before the crowd
Tell them about the time we did it
On the beach with fireworks above us
On the railroad tracks
With the gravel in your back
In the back room of a crowded bar
And in the very grave yard
Where my body now rests", Dress Sexy at My Funeral

Smog
Supper (2003)

"If you're losing your wings
Feather by feather
Love the way they whip away
On the wind

It's Ali vs. Clay
Both pummeling away
A champ always fights themself", Feather by Feather

Smog
A River Ain't Too Much to Love (2005)

"So I stayed like that
Staring into the black black black

Well they say black is all colours at once
So I gave it my red rage my yellow streak
The greenest parts of me
And my blues I knew just what I had to do

I had to turn around and go back
And let that drip roll down my back
And I felt so bad about that", The Well