Thursday, January 13, 2005

wired up

Last evening was great. H.A. passed by and we went out for a coffee. I ordered vodka lemon. Then another one and then another one. Then we changed bars, and it was vodka for both of us… In the meantime, we had fun, we said our confidential mumblings, we exchanged advices and then I was given some sample cd’s. There was this promo cd single by this band called Athlete. I got their previous album and was not impressed but it was ok. This new track’s called “Wires”. I was told by H.A. that it’s the first masterpiece of the new year. I was intrigued but I wasn’t convinced, to be honest. So, when we got back home [not the same one, hehehe], I put it on…
Blimey!!! That’s a great track. It’s an almost slow tempo song. It reminds be of another great and underrated band, MEDAL. Those guys had a great track called “Is your soul in your head?”. Now Athlete’s Wires is at least as good and that means… it is actually the first masterpiece of the new century. You can’t find it in the shops – it hasn’t been released yet. But try to spot it somewhere, sometime, and you will be amazed. Imagine Coldplay with a more rocky and laid back vocalist, imagine Elbow but in a more structured way, imagine all the great british indie ballads you love. And then listen to it. Listen to how his voice cracks in the end, listen to the way strings help the chorus take off… And until you’re lucky to listen to all of this, just take a look at the lyrics…

You got wires
goin’ in
You got wires
comin’ out of your skin

You got tears
making tracks
I got tears
that are scared of the freckles [facts?]

Running down corridors
through automatic doors
Got to get to you
Got to see this through

I say hope is near
In a plastic box
I see Christmas lights
reflecting your eyes

You got wires
goin’ in
You got wires
comin’ out of your skin

There’s dry blood
on your wrist
Your dry blood
on my fingertip

Running down corridors
through automatic doors
Got to get to you
Got to see this through

First night of your life,
curled up on your own
Looking at me now
you will never know

I see it in your eyes
I see it in your eyes
You ‘ll be all right

I see it in your eyes
I see it in your eyes
You ‘ll be all right

Alright
Running
down corridors through
automatic doors
Got to get
to you
Got to see
this through

I see hope is here
In a plastic box
I see Christmas lights
reflecting your eyes

[running] Down corridors
Through automatic doors
Got to get to you
Got to see this through

First night of your life
Curled up on your own
Looking at you now
You would never know

And there’s an instrumental version as well. Sometimes, some songs may be better than we can afford to deal with… Wires is one of these songs. Can you handle it?

1 Comments:

Blogger Temporary Alien said...

Intriguing lyrics…

“Running down corridors through automatic doors” - Hospital!
“There’s dry blood on your wrist” - A suicide attempt?
“First night of your life curled up on your own” - a new born child?
“I say hope is near in a plastic box” - an incubator for a prematurely born child?
“Wires goin’in…coming out” – electrodes?
“There’s dry blood on your wrist” - Is it the baby's wrist, then?

Wow! Any way of finding out what the poet intended?

3:09 AM

 

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