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09 noviembre 2012

Admiral Fallow - Squealing Pigs

Vale que Squealing Pigs no es el mejor titulo de una cancón que vais a ver pero el tema mola mucho. Pertenece a Boots met my face (veis, el titulo del disco este ya me parece al menos más gracioso), el primero de los dos discos que tiene el grupo escocés Admiral Fallow. Tiene ya sus 3 años el album y este tema fue su primer single.

Este mismo año han sacado su segundo trabajo Tree Bursts in Snow, que no está mal, una esucha para conocerlos si merece la pena...

Andan de gira pero vamos, no saldrán de Reino Unido-Irlanda salvo el próximo 16 que estarán en el
Rollingstone Weekender en Alemania junto a grupos como Animal Collective, Calexico o Bat for Lashes. Después la tipica gira por su tierra e Irlanda, Manchester, Londres, Liverpool, Dublin, Cork...

No me enrollo más, hoy Squealing Pigs, feliz día!






Make a cup with your hands to take a drink
In the same way that your father did
And throw a stone upon the river's lid
Watch the circles take you home

Blow the smoke and watch it leave your lungs
And high or not, think of what you've done
Have you not considered life beneath the thumb?
Or flying solo in your home?

'Cause sometimes it's who, not what you do
Just because your father did
doesn't mean that you should too
I don't want to lose you
Don't go away from here

It's that sinking feeling of being alone
And it's the way it makes you screech
And pulls the skin off your bones
And I can't help but think,
as I pick my mouth off the floor;
Will you still know me in a year?

Don't you think about your actions?
Counter-weight dire reactions?
Zero soul, you're a loser's son
But don't you go away from here

Your mind's a mine-field in a minor way
Don't just fall in like some mindless stray
"We're your friends, you see" is what they say
Don't you go away from here

Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone
And it's the way it makes you screech
And pulls the skin off your bones
And I can't help but think,
as I pick my mouth off the floor;
Will you still know me in a year?

It's that sinking feeling of being alone
And it's the way it makes you screech
And pulls the skin off your bones
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
Will you still know me in a year?

Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone
And it's the way it makes you screech
And peels the skin off your bones
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
Will you still know me in a year?

1 comentario:

Vero Rueda dijo...

Te pongo un excelente en tus deberes ;)