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III. telegraph ave. (“Oakland” by Lloyd) | produced by Childish Gambino and Ludwig Göransson

Power 106!

LA, it’s ya girl, Yesi Ortiz

Got some brand-new music

I need y'all to turn it up and tell me what you think

It’s Lloyd called “Oakland” on Power 106

I was making Japanese

And she’s watching DVDs

In Oakland, in Oakland

Now I’m driving up the 5

And she waits till I arrive

In Oakland, in Oakland

Everything, that I wanted

Only gotta drive for the moment

If you tell me “turn around,” then I’m on it

For the moment, but you know me

You know how I get when I’m lonely

I think about you and the moments

But everything you do is so Oakland, so Oakland

– 

Foot on the gas

I’m just trying to pass

All the red lights

And the stop signs

I’m ready to go

Before I get to The Bay

Babe, that’s a problem

Because I’m way too scared to call

And you might get me to stay, and oh

– 

I don’t really mind the drive

But I think I’d rather die

In Oakland, in Oakland

With my hands on two and ten

So I guess it all depends

On Oakland, on Oakland

And I’m nervous, truth be told

I never saw me growing old

In Oakland, in Oakland

And if I married you tonight

It would probably start a riot

In Oakland, in Oakland

– 

Everything, that I needed

Now that I got you in your feelings

Everything you won’t say, you tweet it

And a nigga don’t like that shit at all

So treated

Can we just roll with the feeling?

Can we just roll for a minute?

Wait a minute

– 

Foot on the gas

I’m just trying to pass

All the red lights

And the stop signs

I’m ready to go

But I’m really not ready, girl

That’s a problem

Cause I’m way too scared to fall

And I know you choose to stay, and oh

– 

All the girlfriends saying “here we go again”

Rich kid but he act like a gentleman

Last one didn’t end like it should’ve been

Two dates and he still wanna get it in

And they’re saying it’s because of the Internet

Try her once and it’s on to the next chick

X-O the O face on your exes…right?

And we can do the same thing if you wanna have at it

When your thoughts can’t breathe and you thinking asthmatic

And you wanna be a mom and I wasn’t mad at her

I was thinking ‘bout me, I’d be really bad at it

Cause I’m thinking 'bout me, weeks in Dubai

Fourth of July, house in Kauai, yeah we can try

So let’s try

– 

Whoa

I took off my nine to five

But you still don’t have the time to kiss me (just hit me)

And if I left you all alone, would you still pick up the phone?

It’s iffy, you miss me

I got furniture to move, and we’ll both be thirty soon

In Oakland, in Oakland

The only one I know is you, so the fuck I’m supposed to do?

– 

In Oakland, in Oakland

[lyrics source: rapgenius]

Sigur Rós - Ísjaki

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You knew of me

And I knew of you

But we always knew this would end

-

You miss me

And I miss you

We’ve lost our legs from beneath us

-

Now lie down with me, 

All cold and blue

While our bones are shivering

Almost dead from the cold

-

Iceberg

-

You never say anything

You are an iceberg

You are covered with ice

You stay silent and hide yourself behind

-

The Iceberg

-

You turn me

And I turn you

Now covered in flames, 

We ignite like sulfur

It sparks off of me

It sparks off of you

It sparks off of us

Turning us to ash

-

Iceberg

-

You never say anything

You are an iceberg

You are covered with ice

You stay silent and hide yourself behind

-

The Iceberg 

iceberg

[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/sigur-ros-isjaki-lyrics.html ]

[ Photo from: alehandramilk ]

3rd Line Butterfly

“The Day We Break Up is Today”

The day we break up is today

Don’t want to believe it but it is today

Sleets are slipping around on the road

The day we break up is today

You are taking everything away from me

Sleets are hitting on my face

-Chorus-

I said don’t go, don’t go

I am begging and no matter how badly I am begging

Don’t go, please don’t go

Hung but slips away

Along the road sleets are slip around

Your back is running away from me

I can’t go deeply, the lie you told me

I feel like spitting on you

-Bridge-

But I didn’t ask you the way*2

-Chorus-

3호선 버터플라이 - 헤어지는 날 바로 오늘 (by studiolovo)

Lyrics via

http://www.beyondkpop.com/219

Decide to see
Tonight
Rainfall’s tree

Say it to me
Join me
Come with me to chase it
Dream!

Say yes to me
I am still here
Night escape is calling
Say it!

Light to be-
Bound
Rain to free-
The sound

Harmonies are softly released
Ecstatically floating
Waving hands around us
See?

Say it to me
Join me
Come with me to chase dream

Say yes to me
I am still here
Night escape is calling
Say it!

TURN AROUND
SEE?
I CAN MAKE IT RAIN

Say yes
Say it to me
Tonight
Night escaping

Think of it tomorrow
I miss you
Regret of it tomorrow
I miss you
Hide again tomorrow
Tonight i missed you
Regret of it tomorrow

TONIGHT ESCAPING FROM ALL
PRECAUTIONS CALLING YOU

Ooh
Ooh yeah

AND THE CURTAINS ARE SLOWLY DANCING
ON THE GREY WALL
AND THE RAIN IS FALLING….

Night Escape

music by The New Division

lyrics by Keep Shelly in Athens

http://thenewdivision.bandcamp.com/track/night-escape-feat-keep-shelly-in-athens

Blonde Redhead (w/ Nosaj Thing)

Went to a Blonde Redhead concert last night at The New Parish in Oakland.

I was running late but was able to catch a few songs of the opening DJ act Nosaj Thing (Jason spelled backwards).

I’m usually not a huge fan of DJs. I always felt like they were just living off the music made by other people and exerting less creative power. However, while I was listening to Nosaj, I was really impressed with how he overlaid different rhythms and melodies and made me feel like a bigot.

What’s the difference between a traditional musician, say a pianist, vs a DJ? 

It’s just the instrument. The pianist has the piano, with pre-tuned interior strings that are hammered to produce specific notes. The DJ has the turntables and records that are manipulated to create specific sounds. The DJ’s instrument is music.

After a restless intermission, Blonde Redhead came out. They were really good.  When Kazu Makino (the female lead singer) sings, she moves as if she’s communing with the gods.

The twins (Simone and Amedeo Pace) were extremely on point w/ the guitar and drums.

Listening to them produce their wall of sound, it got me thinking, somehow this sound exists inside of them before they were able to express it externally.

Painters express themselves visually, a collage of images behind their eyes, waiting to be channeled to canvas. The musician is the same, except her palette consists of different tones of sound instead of color.

Blonde Redhead ended their show with a song where Kazu’s voice was the main instrument. I found it very pretty.

Footnote 1: The concert itself is a great convergence of audio and visual art, being able to see the artists in the flesh, hear their music, and also maybe see some cool lighting.