Lana del Rey er international popmusiks Henrik Nordbrandt (hvad angår både medfødt vellyd, genial og rig monotoni og bundløs melankoli),
bare bedre!
- slutningen på del Reys "Summer Bummer" fra den nye, skønne plade Lust for Life:
(Verse 3: Lana Del Rey]
"White lies and black beaches
Miles in between us
Is this love or lust or some game on repeat?
It's like making me crazy
Tell me, "have patience"
Baby, I need this
White lines and black beaches
White lies and black beaches
And blood red sangrias
We traveled for weeks, just to escape your demons
But you've got your reasons
In making me crazy
But you've got your reasons
White lies and black beaches
[Bridge: Lana Del Rey & A$AP Rocky]
High tops in the summer (top out, hop out, hop out)
Don't be a bummer, babe (top out, hop out, hop out)
Don't be a bummer (top out, hop out, hop out)
Don't be a bummer (top out, hop out, hop out)
[Chorus: Lana Del Rey, Playboi Carti & A$AP Rocky]
Hip-hop in the summer (What? What? What?)
Don't be a bummer, babe (What? What? Yeah?)
Be my undercover lover, babe, hmm
(What? What? What? What? What? What? Yeah
What? What? What?)
High tops in the summer (summer, what? What? What?)
Don't be a bummer, babe (summer, what? What? What?)
Be my undercover lover, babe (What? What? What? What? What?)
[Outro: Lana Del Rey]
Don't be a bummer, babe
Ooh ohh, ooh ohh
Ooh ohh, ooh oh"
- digt fra Nordbrandts Besøgstid, 2007:
"Lav sol på skodder:
Sensommeren og døden
på ét koldt hængsel"
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tirsdag den 25. juli 2017
onsdag den 22. oktober 2014
Den ultimative anti-anti- og derfor kun NÆSTEN melankolske meta-sang
er selvfølgelig Pulp's "Something Changed", der insisterer på ikke at være melankolsk, for om to timer mødes de, og alt bliver lykkeligt, men det er for fanden netop ikke sket endnu, og det er selvfølgelig ikke umuligt, at det måske vil ske - men det er for fanden en Pulp-sang og musikken er heller ikke ligefrem lystelig - så derfor er det til syvende og sidst en kun MÅSKE melankolsk meta-sang, men er måske-melankoli i virkeligheden ikke endnu mere melankolsk end stensikker, klokkeklar melankoli, der jo netop er en dejlig tryg melankoli?:
I wrote this song two hours before we met.
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet.
Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed.
I could have gone to see a film instead.
You might have changed your mind and seen your friends
Life could have been very different then but something changed.
Do you believe that there's someone up above?
Does he have a timetable directing acts of love?
Why did I write this song on that day?
Why did you touch my hand and softly say.
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway.
Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today
something changed.
When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing
That in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going.
Where would I be now if we'd never met.
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead I dunno
But like you said something changed.
I wrote this song two hours before we met.
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet.
Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed.
I could have gone to see a film instead.
You might have changed your mind and seen your friends
Life could have been very different then but something changed.
Do you believe that there's someone up above?
Does he have a timetable directing acts of love?
Why did I write this song on that day?
Why did you touch my hand and softly say.
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway.
Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today
something changed.
When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing
That in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going.
Where would I be now if we'd never met.
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead I dunno
But like you said something changed.
Rytmen af rimende guitarer anmeldt
Det bedste ved Bryan Ferry-koncerten i Tivolis Koncertsal var
1. At du sad ved siden af mig
2. Bryans stiligt skamløse, kulørte jakke
3. Bryans af dig såkaldte "Malkepige"-moves
4. At Bryan omsider spillede Roxy-mestersangen "Oh Yeah"; den ultimative, melankolske meta-sang: jeg synger en sang om at være så melankolsk, at jeg hører en melankolsk sang, der er så melankolsk, at det er DENNE sang, oh yeah:
Some expression in your eyes
Overtook me by surprise
Where was I how was I to know'
How can we drive to a movie show
When the music is here in my car
There's a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They playing Oh Yeah on the radio
And so came to be our song
And so on through all summer long
Day and night drifting into love
Driving you home from a movie show
So in tune to the sounds in my car
There's a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They playing Oh Yeah on the radio
It's some time since we said goodbye
And now we lead our separate lives
But where am I where can I go'
Driving alone to a movie show
So I turn to the sounds in my car
There's a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
There's a band playing on the radio
And it's drowning the sound of my tears
They're playing Oh Yeah on the radio
5. Bryans små, klagende, melankolske lyde til sidst i sangen, som om vi hørte selve hans mørbankede SJÆL nynne
1. At du sad ved siden af mig
2. Bryans stiligt skamløse, kulørte jakke
3. Bryans af dig såkaldte "Malkepige"-moves
4. At Bryan omsider spillede Roxy-mestersangen "Oh Yeah"; den ultimative, melankolske meta-sang: jeg synger en sang om at være så melankolsk, at jeg hører en melankolsk sang, der er så melankolsk, at det er DENNE sang, oh yeah:
Some expression in your eyes
Overtook me by surprise
Where was I how was I to know'
How can we drive to a movie show
When the music is here in my car
There's a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They playing Oh Yeah on the radio
And so came to be our song
And so on through all summer long
Day and night drifting into love
Driving you home from a movie show
So in tune to the sounds in my car
There's a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They playing Oh Yeah on the radio
It's some time since we said goodbye
And now we lead our separate lives
But where am I where can I go'
Driving alone to a movie show
So I turn to the sounds in my car
There's a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
There's a band playing on the radio
And it's drowning the sound of my tears
They're playing Oh Yeah on the radio
5. Bryans små, klagende, melankolske lyde til sidst i sangen, som om vi hørte selve hans mørbankede SJÆL nynne
lørdag den 22. februar 2014
Min første melankolilektion
var Cirkeline-sangen, sunget at Poul Dissing, og -sekvensen (rigtigt (skitse)amimeret og ikke bare stop-motion) "Snemusen Knud" som er helt vildt melankolsk i min erindring, but not so much, når jeg ser og hører den igen, al den raske og sjove action, men der må have været noget med Dissings sandpapirstemme og det første billede af snemusen lillebitte på indlandsisen (jeg kan ikke overskue de postkolonialistiske implikationer (hvorfor er snemusens tud rød?), undskyld), der bare umiddelbart har dirret igennem mig:
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