Manafonistas

 
Savanna scatters and the seabird sings
So why should we fear what travel brings?
What were we hoping to get out of this?
Some kind of momentary bliss?

I waited for Something, and Something died
So I waited for Nothing, and Nothing arrived
It’s our dearest ally, it’s our closest friend
It’s our darkest blackout, it’s our final end
My dear sweet Nothing, let’s start a new
From here all in is just me and you

I waited for Something and Something died
So I waited for Nothing, and Nothing arrived
Well I guess it’s over, I guess it’s begun
It’s a losers‘ table, but we’ve already won
It’s a funny battle, it’s a constant game
I guess I was busy when Nothing came

I guess I was busy (when Nothing arrived) …

I waited for Something and Something died
So I waited for Nothing, and Nothing arrived …

„The first pop songwriter I was obsessed with was Ray Davies but that was when I was very young. I used to steal my older’s sister Walkman and secretly listen to Lola. I sang it all day, every day, not knowing that it was about a transsexual, so everyone was laughing. Later on I got into Bob Dylan, and it was Dylan who made me realise that you could just lose your mind a little bit, and sometimes when you’re adventurous and you have that spirit in you something quite fundamental comes out.“

(Conor O’Brien)

 
 

 
 
Es ist der Morgen nach der Rückkehr von Nuri Sahin. Und natürlich spricht die Stadt darüber. Über kleine Fussballmärchen. Selbst auf dem Wochenmarkt, am Obststand, wurde darüber diskutiert.

Meine Lieblingsplatte der Woche, neben der Wiederveröffentlichung einer Stars of the Lid-Arbeit, ist das neue Album von „I am Kloot“, LET IT ALL IN, das zwar nicht ganz an das Meisterstück „Sky at Night“ heranreicht, aber mit einigen unerwartet orchestralen Klangfarben, etlichen brillianten Melodieführungen, vielen guten Texten, und mal scharfzüngigen, mal nachtverlorenen Gesängen aufwartet. Chapeau!