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Wow, choir rendition of Creep.
Creep (Originally by Radiohead) - Scala And Kolacny Brothers
This beautiful cover done by Scala And Kolacny Brothers choir captures all the most haunting aspects of Radiohead’s classic song. This version came to my attention after watching the trailer for the upcoming tale of the creation of facebook, The Social Network. It was a perfect match for this film because in a world where everyone’s social lives are becoming easily accessible with only a couple clicks of the mouse, we are all feeling like creeps in this world that keeps getting smaller every second. Our social identity is becoming the center of our lives. This is the “me” generation. It’s a egocentric world obsessed with everybody’s lives meanwhile endlessly advertising how awesome our own lives are. Our facebook pages, our twitter updates, our tumblr posts, our flickr photographs, our last.fm music charts are becoming who we are. It’s a blueprint for our identities for the entire world to see. Our lives are now on facebook, everything that happens, whether good or bad, is constantly updated onto the online realm. Our reals lives are intertwining with our virtual lives. Life is becoming one big status update.
“You’re just like an angel. Your skin makes me cry. You float like a feather in a beautiful world.”
K-Pop is go! Brown Eyed Girls- L.O.V.E. I’m depressed I can’t understand the rap. Maybe it’s better this way - I assume it’s awesome but it might actually be crappy!
Mark Ronson - Bang Bang Bang (feat. Q-Tip & MNDR). This song be fly! Love the clip - retro yet you can still tell it’s contemporary. Also - Q-Tip, woot!
It samples “Alouette” (that french kid’s song), haha I just looked up the translation:
This is my favourite song by MC Solaar - La vie est Belle. I’d learn french solely to understand this guy.
English Translation for La Vie Est Belle (which I got from here and mightn’t be 100% correct):
Life is beautiful (x3)
Alone in my room, a normal day
I learn in the newspapers that I’m in the axis of evil
I read between the lines and I understand they want to kill me
I lock things up so I can be a little calmer
Outside, it’s war, and I believe it’s coming towards me
Despite the demonstrators who’ll live, who’ll see it
I put some sandbags in my living room
Some bastards want to shoot me
Like in football, the goalee wants to shoot the ball
On the TV I hear that I’m the worst of the guys
Long life to non-violents — the propaganda is flawless
I flip: some special B52 troops
I regret what I did, I believe I could’ve done better
But mistakes are human, I swear I’ve made mistakes
Taking a position is just asking for a rain(1) of terror
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and the Imam and the Rabi
Let this never be again.
REFRAIN:- (x2)
Like a bird without wings
I fly towards heaven
But I know that life is beautiful
Me, I’m a missile
I can’t be blamed
They guide me via satellite
To do a flawless job
All the technologies are put at my service
In the goal of hunting evil
And so that I act for a world of peace
I’m in a carrier plane and I do what they ask me to
Tonight I need to hit a guy who’s all alone in his room
I’m a bird without a wing: a suppository of fire
500 km to go, and then it’s Hell for him
There it is, I’ve left, and I fly towards his home
And I preserve the country while committing homicides
I pierce the clouds towards the abscess and the ordered
My objective memorised, I know the coordinates
I’m made of fire, he’s made of flesh. I arrive at the improvised protest
I fly over the demonstrations of these millions of pacifists
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, and the Imam and the Rabi
Let this never be again.
(REFRAIN)
And through the chain of information I learn that a missile is coming
It invites itself to my home, although I don’t welcome it
It bombards my city, my quarter, my building
“Tonight you’re going to die; such is my resentment.”
Calmly I tidy up my room and then I see the photos
Of myself, of my ex, of vacations in Colorado
Of walks in the mountains with our backpacks
There I had conversations with all these youths
I see my father and then my mother on black-and-white plates
I, who found them difficult — I did the same to my children
They sleep peacefully… they must have been counting sheep
Or maybe having dreams, when there was an explosion
They killed my family without even knowing them
Me, my wife and my kids seem to be added to the casualties
The missiles kill — in the civilisation, kill —
docile babies; the world is hostile.
I didn’t do anything, the babies didn’t do anything, and they wouldn’t have done anything.
They talk about benefits but all I see are misdeeds
… that is, to burst the abscess.
If only they weren’t around! It’s all thanks to your excess.
I call upon the synagogues, the mosques and the temples
The Church, the chapels, military men and women
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and the Imam and the Rabi
Let this never be again.
I fly towards heaven, but I know life is beautiful. (x2)
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and the Imam and the Rabbi,
Let this never be again.
Possibly the most random thing ever, Jada Pinkett-Smith has a metal band called Wicked Wisdom!?
Miike Snow -Animal with alternate video directed by Anthony Dickenson (pulsefilms)
Sweet Dream(Beyonce) performed by Yoari & iBand (iPhone&iPad Band). Teehee, that Korean accent is kinda cute, follow along with the lyrics:
Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I’ll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes I’m going out of my head
Lost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide?
Clouds filled with stars cover the skies
And I hope it rains, you’re the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this?
You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don’t wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your love’s too good to be true
(Turn the lights on)
My guilty pleasure, I ain’t going no where
Baby long as you’re here I’ll be floating on air
‘Cause you’re my
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don’t wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)
I mention you when I say my prayers
I wrap you around all of my thoughts
Boy you’re my temporary high
I wish that when I wake up you’re there
To wrap your arms around me for real
And tell me you’ll stay by side
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