Nothing brings me down

Home alone and happy
Nothing brings me down
Full of wine and steady
Nothing brings me down
What's left of the rain runs down my roof
Nothing brings me down
The night is lush the air is still
Nothing brings me down


The windows are open, the flies are in
Nothing brings me down
The phones are off the music's on
Nothing brings me down


Home alone and happy
Nothing brings me down
My love for you is ready
Nothing brings me down
My love for you is ready

Emiliana Torrini - "Fisherman's woman"  (Rough Trade, 2004)

Grazie al prezioso the wire (credo il migliore magazine di musica in circolazione) e alla sua compilation Tapper 13 scopro due nuove band made in italy. I primi si chiamano TU M' sono di Pescara e hanno già all'attivo un ep e un album che uscirà a breve dal titolo "Just one night". Atmosfere notturne, rarefatte, "sintetizzate", continue, infinite. Il duo pescarese sta collaborando con Simon Fisher Turner compositore di numerose soundtrack tra cui quelle dall'amato Derek Jarman (Edward the 2nd, The Last of England, The Garden) . L'altro gruppo viene da Genova.  Sono i Port-Royal. Il suono ricorda quello del post rock alla mogwai / sigur ros  con sample, incursioni elettroniche che lo rende fresco e innovativo. I due gruppi sono la dimostrazione che molti giovani italiani vengono sponsorizzati e lanciati da etichette straniere mentre in Italia a parte la distribuzione non c'è spazio per produzione e scouting di artisti molto validi.

Port-Royal - "Flares" (Resonant recordings, 2005)

Tu M' - "Just one night" (Dekoder, 2005)

Wish You Were Dead

I don't want to, go on like this,
And I don't need to, keep thinking like this,
Turned things over in my head,
Things I've done and things I've said,
Better off this way you said,
But it's not easy to pretend.

When all I have is you,
Inside my head,
You're in my head,
And it would be much easier if you were dead,
I wish you were dead,
I wish you were.

I know things that, even you don't know,
And I've seen feelings, that you rarely show,
Poured your heart into your sleeve,
Now you're asking me to leave,
But How, how, how can I…
 

I'll forget that I ever let you in
And I'll pretend that, this isn't happening
Tried so hard to keep you out but nothing seems to make it any easier

When all I have is you,
Inside my head,
You're in my head,
And it would be much easier if you were dead,
I wish you were dead,
I wish you were.

Scheer - "Infliction" (4AD, 1996)