// tele. im radio.

ich denk' nicht mehr an früher,
weißt du, früher ist eine lüge.
ich lauf los.
die wege werden immer breiter
und ich gehe weiter,
bis ich da bin, wo ich mit dir nie war.

// venice is sinking. okay.

okay.

// emil bulls. when god was sleeping.

i'm sick and tired of your sleazy and shady campaigns
your dubious moves are driving me insane.
i know you know she knows your mommy knows
when god was sleeping you were spawned from hell.
i'll fuck you till you love me.

» mumford & sons. sigh mo more.

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» warenprobe.

// the dodos. fables.

we took today what we buried
you just hope to pass, thats why you hide it.
i held your weight, now it holds me
a cowards way to be inviolate.
i don't want to go in the fire,
i just want to stay in my home.
fables.

// hot gossip. everybody else.

everybody else.

// there will be fireworks. midfield maestro.

midfield maestro.

// biffy clyro. the captain.

help me be captain of
our crippled disguises.
i won't show what's underneath
it's time for surprises.
let's throw death away.

// niels frevert. baukran.

alles helle ist stumm
und hört den schritten zu
im treppenhaus, auf linoleum.
da fällt einem nichts zu ein
nur aus der jackentasche
der schlüsselbund, auf die fußmatte.

// cursive. let me up.

we're the salt of the earth
from a cell of the surf, this universe.
well let me up.
we don't exist. in an instant.
let me up.

// nils(niemand). schneller wirst du gehen.

und du wringst und wringst dein leeres hirn aus:
suchst die stimmung von gestern oder zumindest die melodie.
doch so sehr du auch schüttelst - es fällt nichts heraus.
sie schreien "der zug ist abgefahren!"
doch du sitzt drin, winkst aus dem fenster.
» (niemand).

// owen. good friends, bad habits.

good friends with bad habits
what am i to do?
they're literary romantics,
they fuck like wilde,
and indulge like hemingway.

// panther. birds that move.

// crash kings. mountain man.

i'm sipping on some sunshine.
i'm gonna leave it for the morning in the afterlife.
and she's drunk by the day time. I
i bet she feels it just the same night anymore.

// wildbirds & peacedrums. there is no light.

there is no light.

// greg holden. the art of falling.

lost, confused, unseen and used
dangerously fighting for nothing to lose
my progress is calling, its noticed i'm falling
it's time for a change, it's time for a move.
the art of falling.

// the flaming lips. i can be a frog.

well, it seems like she can be anything.
any kind of creature she wants to be,
any kind of frog
any kind of bear
any kind of monkey
she wants to be.
i can be a frog.

» we were promised jetpacks. these four walls.

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anfang des jahres sollte ich noch nöhlen: 'wo ist eigentlich der gute alte rock'n'roll hin?' wer konnte da ahnen,dass rettung ausgerechnet aus den schottischen gefilden und mit dem label fatcat kommen würde!? das musikhabitat,das bereits mit 'the twilight sad' und 'frightened rabbit' zwei der größten und bedeutsamsten schottischen folk/rock-kapellen beherbergt und auf die vier recht unscheinbaren, schottischen anfangzwanziger mit namen 'we were promised jetpacks' durch die myspace-kameradschaft mit fr aufmerksam wurde.
eine gelungene addition,denn im gegensatz zu ihren label-kameraden, lassen die herrschaften ordentlich die stromgitarren schwingen. so wird 'these four walls' mit dem prägnanten opener "it's thunder and it's lightning", welcher sich langsam euphorisch aufbäumt und dann den melodiebogen in einem ordentlichen gitarrendonnerwetter enden lässt, eindrucksvoll eingeleitet. bereits ein guter zusammenschnitt der platte, die neben brechern wie "ships with holes will sink" und "roll up your sleeves", auch mit bedachtsamerem liedgut wie "conductor" und "this is my house, this is my home" nochmal die atmosphäre des langspielers verdichtet.
insgesamt ein debüt-werk, das mit facettenreichtum wirkt, dir mit wut und wucht in den magen schlägt und selig zurücklässt.
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» warenprobe.

// the phantom band. the howling.

the howling.

// kings of convenience. boat behind.

so we meet again after several years,
several years of separation.
moving on, moving around till we spend this time
chasing the other's tail. i could never belong to you.
boat behind.

// silversun pickups. substitution.

when the voices start spitting just be aware
i've brought enough stones for us to share.
that one's grinning that one's burning aim for the throat
let 'em choke on the stones that we have to throw.
substitution.

// little comets. adultery.

everything's ending, there's no use pretending.
our couple are fine.
her love is expiring, while he sits pespiring
just playing out time.

// dan mangan. the indie queens are waiting.

bus down to the local record store
buy something to make you like me more.
indie queens and tatty east-side punks
they are listening, always waiting. are you watching, are you?
are you watching, or just waiting to see
that your days are numbered? 'cause my days are numbered too

// clues. you have my eyes now.

you made your own kind of map
i saw you leave your bike in the ocean.
you let your transport rust
i've gone and gave my life to you.
you have my eyes now.

// heartless bastards. the mountain.

oh you feel and you taste it and you want to go higher
so what do you do?
and so you peak into the mountain where your desire goes
spilt blood on this place it only echoes true all through the days.

// viva voce. octavio.

like a fever, that just won't break
at the lines, you know so well
you won't stop crossing til you burn yourself.
like hell on fire. octavio.

// editors. papillon.

just don't put down your guns yet.
if there really was a god here he'd have raised a hand by now.
darling, you were born but you will die here
oh that's quite enough for me too.
we'll find our own way home somehow.
it kicks like a sleep twitch.

// los campesinos. the sea is a good place to think of the future.

and all you can hear is the sound of your own heart.
and all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course.
but oh i can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
five hundred behind
a thousand years in perfect symmetry.
the sea is a good place to think of the future.

// miles benjamin anthony robinson. buriedfed.

everyone'll be there at the burial in your head
and a tear or two, they shed.
then they're gonna go digging in your hole
and find someone else instead.
make someone else feel dead instead.
buriedfed.

// wave machines. punk spirit.

i broke the neck on my guitare and told you how it's going to be.
and later when you left the room, i whispered 'you could fucking die'.
and everytime your back was turned, i put a finger in the air.
and everytime you turn around, i hide it 'cause I know it hurts.
where's my » punk spirit ? when i need it.

// tortuga bar. storm.

like a storm she's rising up.

// max herre. blick nach vorn.

der abspann läuft. alle haben's mit angesehen.
und du mittendrin.
du kommst raus der tag ist hell, blickst nach vorn,
versuchst ihn scharfzustell'n.

// health. die slow.

die slow.