My time this evening to do anything has really run out on me, so I'll get back to regular posting tomorrow. Not to get too personal here, but I've just had a really rough time today and I'm still a bit of a wreck tonight. I'll bounce back though...
For tonight, the Voxtrot song, "EveryDay" - a song I absolutely love. If I could ever have the opportunity to be in a band and make music, I'd strive for work like this. I think this song is so sincere and yet heartbreaking at the same time. I don't know how I feel about love or trust or the future at all these days, so that's probably me hearing my own "life is these sounds".
Like the previous post I did featuring these guys, this is another homemade fan video for the band, this time by Laura Thibodeaux. This band definitely has a core following of devoted and talented DIY fans!
I'm off to sleep and start over tomorrow.
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Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Fascination... Nina and her DIY Voxtrot "Start of Something" Video
I waste time here and there most days trying to find old videos on Youtube to songs I loved years ago or to find videos for bands I wouldn't have been able to see because of not having cable and only limited internet access the last couple of years. So Youtube and other sites like it are a serious source of distraction and fascination to me. So I was trying to find a Voxtrot video for their song "Start of Something", but apparently all that's out there is live footage. Then I discovered there's a DIY(do it yourself... someone might not know what that means:) fan video or two... one a photo slideshow type thing with the music and another with a young woman named Nina, who's out in the snow bit-bopping around in her snow boots to this amazing tune.
So here's Nina... a shining example of what the internet was made for!
And because I'm a lyrics junkie, let me share these with you...
Start of Something
This time of night I could call you up
I'd get angry with athletic ease, break common laws in twos and threes
If I die clutching your photograph
Don't call me boring, It's just 'cause I like you
Take me on back, take me on back... take me back
To the place where I could feel your heart
Is this the end or just the start of
Something really, really beautiful
Wrapped up and disguised as something really, really ugly,
Won't you...
Come by and see me, I'm a love letter away
I'd break your name before I'd say, "I really love you, love you, "
I don't care if you saw, I watched every inch of film
Flash across your Roman features,
And I loved it, loved it; I don't care if
You think I'm eager to shut your eyes, well
I'm sorry-everybody knows you can't break me with your gutter prose
Would you believe it, she sent me a letter,
The ring, it nearly weighs her down, she's got another boy, oh boy
Steady your ears, steady your ears... read my lips
Poetry is not a luxury, it's how I'll break this home
And when I'm really ill, won't you cradle me?
Man is not a noble animal, but maybe woman is, remember,
I heard you...
Inside your room, you said, "You never really live
Until your back's against the wall, " oh did you really mean it?
I never break my gaze, if just to see this scar remain reflected in your eyes
I think it's time to go home
GUITAR SOLO
Oh, tell me your thoughts, tell me your thoughts on liberty,
See there's a place where I sink to sleeping
Oh, my vote is as red as my blood
Will you join me for another round? I haven't had the chance to speak yet
God speed...
I break the law once every week to feel your touch,
What's a book to you in bed, Do you feel better, older?
This just makes me ill, your name is dripping from my pen
Still you're not around to curse,
I'll drop the gun now, I'm still under you...
-Pay attention to the video, Nina has a guitar solo of her own here!
Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight.
Marianne, let the ghosts sleep, just shut your eyes and burn the past away
So here's Nina... a shining example of what the internet was made for!
And because I'm a lyrics junkie, let me share these with you...
Start of Something
This time of night I could call you up
I'd get angry with athletic ease, break common laws in twos and threes
If I die clutching your photograph
Don't call me boring, It's just 'cause I like you
Take me on back, take me on back... take me back
To the place where I could feel your heart
Is this the end or just the start of
Something really, really beautiful
Wrapped up and disguised as something really, really ugly,
Won't you...
Come by and see me, I'm a love letter away
I'd break your name before I'd say, "I really love you, love you, "
I don't care if you saw, I watched every inch of film
Flash across your Roman features,
And I loved it, loved it; I don't care if
You think I'm eager to shut your eyes, well
I'm sorry-everybody knows you can't break me with your gutter prose
Would you believe it, she sent me a letter,
The ring, it nearly weighs her down, she's got another boy, oh boy
Steady your ears, steady your ears... read my lips
Poetry is not a luxury, it's how I'll break this home
And when I'm really ill, won't you cradle me?
Man is not a noble animal, but maybe woman is, remember,
I heard you...
Inside your room, you said, "You never really live
Until your back's against the wall, " oh did you really mean it?
I never break my gaze, if just to see this scar remain reflected in your eyes
I think it's time to go home
GUITAR SOLO
Oh, tell me your thoughts, tell me your thoughts on liberty,
See there's a place where I sink to sleeping
Oh, my vote is as red as my blood
Will you join me for another round? I haven't had the chance to speak yet
God speed...
I break the law once every week to feel your touch,
What's a book to you in bed, Do you feel better, older?
This just makes me ill, your name is dripping from my pen
Still you're not around to curse,
I'll drop the gun now, I'm still under you...
-Pay attention to the video, Nina has a guitar solo of her own here!
Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight.
Marianne, let the ghosts sleep, just shut your eyes and burn the past away
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