Jonna Lee - The Light

Run as fast as these shoes can take you,
With your eyes on the road nothing can break you.
Don't let anyone slow down or blind you,
'Cause further ahead there's a start for something new.

Where is the heart in this storm?
Where's the light that keeps you warm?
Is it here, in this town?
Can you find it on your own, on the inside?

What's your plan, where will time take you?
Will you let other's decide what roads you may choose?
Let them fuck with your mind and leave you feel used?

When there's a heart in this storm,
And a light that'll keep you warm
Is it here, in this town?
Can you find it on your own?

Low, takes you low,
Just the thought of someone else ruling your world.
Oh it's your world, haven't you heard?
It's a choice so what you gonna do about it on the inside?

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Quando achava que essa mulher não conseguiria ser mais perfeita, resolvo escutar a carreira dela antes de virar iamamiwhoami e me apaixono mais ainda.

goods; gif

by Carol

kill / 20120522

kill

kill

kill

goods / 20120506

goods

goods

goods

Melody Prochet, minha mais nova musa psicodélica

Em maio me apresentaram Melody's Echo Chamber. Foi um amor instantâneo, exatamente como quando ouvi Broadcast pela primeira vez. Em abril também me mostraram o Tame Impala, que surtiu um certo efeito por um tempo, mas eventualmente minha atenção foi toda para a Melody.

Achei muito legal pensar que em meio a tanta coisa igual, de repente aparece uma moça que é multi-instrumentista e toca músicas que parecem ter vindo direto dos anos 60. Se ela tivesse começado o projeto em 2002, quando eu só respirava bandas psicodélicas, provavelmente minha vida se resumiria à Melody, assim como minha vida se resumiu ao Broadcast em 2001. E as duas bandas até parecem um pouco sonoramente. O lance é que o Broadcast era experimental antes de ser vintage, e a Melody é o contrário.

Gostei dela porque além do reverb, das distorções e das letras, a voz dela é angelical. Eu precisava de mais alguém pra completar minha lista de cantoras com vozes angelicais, que hoje consiste na Trish Keenan, na Dorothy Moskowitz e na Melody Prochet. A voz dela é linda demais. As músicas servem de trilha sonora pra viagens interiores onde só coisas boas são permitidas. É a trilha perfeita pra devanear. E o eco na voz dela torna a coisa ainda mais sonhadora. É muito transcendental ouvir o disco dela nesses momentos de devaneio bom. Recomendo.

No mais, o mundo inteiro deveria ouvir o disco da Melody repetidamente até viajar para lugares coloridos.

Original, porque, né.

drops

"Speak up, adapt,
Watch closely, keep track.
Thin line to walk, no time to stall."

iamamiwhoami; drops

iamamiwhoami; drops

iamamiwhoami; drops

clump

"Whatever made you into clump like you,
The fiery warmth that leaks out from most of you
Is burning through."

iamamiwhoami; clump

iamamiwhoami; clump

iamamiwhoami; clump

in due order

"We don't ask for anything,
Your lives could have been unaffected.

We don't ask you to give all,
It won't make us more than what is reflected."

iamamiwhoami; in due order

iamamiwhoami; in due order

iamamiwhoami; in due order

n

Come wallow in my sorrow,
Breathe your air into my lungs.
What hides in my shadow?
My worst fear is real life.

Tell me how the story ends now?

iamamiwhoami; n

iamamiwhoami; n

iamamiwhoami; n

play

"But I can dance tonight,
I'll make up songs for us to sing.
You hold my heart with cotton strings,
And to your rhythm I will shout
My love for play!"

iamamiwhoami; play

iamamiwhoami; play

iamamiwhoami; play

u-2

"You can't be mine."

iamamiwhoami; u-2

iamamiwhoami; u-2

iamamiwhoami; u-2

idle talk

"Where are you, my partisan?
The last I saw of you was sinking
Into a giant hole of nothingness,
As my desire started shrinking.

Or if I choose to take you back,
If I stand up for my believing,
Can we make up for all the joy we lack?
Can we start giving and receiving?"

iamamiwhoami; idle talk

iamamiwhoami; idle talk

iamamiwhoami; idle talk

u-1

"You gave me life.
In return I'll just pretend
You can watch it burn."

iamamiwhoami; u-1

iamamiwhoami; u-1

iamamiwhoami; u-1

good worker

"I make a good and steady friend there, a companion through life,
But who am I, when all I am is your designated wife?

From a lower point of view, comes the underlying truth,
Keeping yourself unaware, confident we know you care.
Looking out your little mind, recognizing time has passed,
Ready for some further use, denial is a virtue."

iamamiwhoami; good worker

iamamiwhoami; good worker

iamamiwhoami; good worker

; john

"May the god of me protect my soul
As I stay a little while longer
In this dusty rabbit hole
To sing my sing chained onto your bed."

iamamiwhoami; john

iamamiwhoami; john

iamamiwhoami; john

Broadcast - Subject To The Ladder

"I'm not pygmalion,
Hooked by failure,
Ruled as a juvenile,
Aged as an infantile.
Subject to the ladder.

Ruined by affection,
Excepted by exception,
Predicted on a graph,
Cornered by ritual,
Diminished by impression,
Cried out in the lesson.
Subject to the ladder.
Subject to the ladder.

My thoughts are coming through,
Emptiness follows too,
A cyclone full on feeling
In the silence of the room.

Defended by defendants,
Corrected by the pain,
Inspected by a sadness,
Exhausted by a game.
Subject to the ladder.
Subject to the ladder.

My thoughts are coming through,
Emptiness follows too,
A cyclone full of feeling,
The silence of the room.

A picture turning over,
Jewel in the water,
Where eco saw reflection,
Not what it taught her.
Invaded by the quarrels,
And I denied the lathe,
Let me chop down the laurel,
A goal I won't escape.

I'm bullied deception,
But when the whistle came,
Esteem had broke infection,
My torment faught with shame.
Subject to the ladder.
Subject to the ladder.

My thoughts are coming through,
Emptiness follows too,
A cyclone full of feeling,
The silence of the room.

Subject... to the ladder."

Subject to the Ladder (2005)

b

"All the white only turns to blue.
Look after me and I'll look after you,
Take a deep breath as we go, as we go..."

b; iamamiwhoami

b; iamamiwhoami

b; iamamiwhoami

o

"Love, the kind that kills and scars
And make you kneel and crawl to hell and back.
The words that slit your throat
And make you think of love as the new black,
As what you lack."

 o; iamamiwhoami

 o; iamamiwhoami

 o; iamamiwhoami