alone, together

Austra - Alone, Together by Hunt&Track

ALONE, TOGETHER - Austra-

No choice now, it's too late

Let him go, he gave up

I gave up

Lisa says, "Take time for me"

Dropping him down to his knees

Ah, chest down...

Take me away

See I've got to explain

Things, they have changed

In such a permanent way

Life seems unreal

Can we go back to your place?

Oh, "You drink too much"

Makes me drink just the same

People tried. Felt so right

Giving themselves good advice

Looking down sometimes felt nice...

He knows it's justified to kill to survive

He then in dollars makes more dead than alive

Let's suck more blood, let's run three hours a day

The world is over but I don't care

'Cause

I am with you

Now I've got to explain

Things, they have changed

In such a permanent way

Life seems unreal

Can we go back to your place?

"You drink too much"

Makes me drink just the same

The first time, it happened too fast

The second time, I thought it would last

We all like it a little different...

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she's lost control

"Confusion in her eyes that says it all.

She's lost control.

[...]

And she turned around and took me by the hand and said,

I've lost control again".

She’s lost control, Joy Division,

“Unknown pleasures”, 1979

Cerrar así la noche supone atrevimiento;

creer que todo va a ir bien.

Ir al lugar del duelo y escuchar She's lost control,

redención.

Hagan apuestas, señoras.

the suburbs

Arcade Fire - The Suburbs by FixYou

The suburbs, Arcade Fire

In the suburbs I, I learned to drive

And you told me we'd never survive

Grab your mother's keys we're leavin'

You always seemed so sure

That one day we'd be fighting

In a suburban war

your part of town against mine

I saw you standin' on the opposite shore

[...]

Under the overpass

In the parking lot we're still waiting

It's already past

So move your feet from hot pavement

And into the grass

Cause it's already past

It's already, already past

Sometimes I can't believe it

I'm movin' past the feeling

Sometimes I can't believe it

I'm movin' past the feeling again

I'm movin' past the feeling

I'm movin' past the feeling

[...]

Preciosa revisión la de Mr. Little Jeans:

Suburbs by Mr Little Jeans

a todo esto un apunte:

En esas estamos mientras estamos

-subsistimos, nos vivimos, nos amamos,

creemosquenosharádaño-.

Estoy superando esta sensación,

sometimes I can't believe it,

también me voy.

A veces no creemos.

Y nos demostramos que sí.