I wrote this song in a paper bag//

ich starte eine neue rubrik:

MYALBUMOFTHEWEEK

ganz genau. es gibt musik, die gehört gehört. und es gibt musik, die gehört als ganzes werk gehört. es gibt alben die die welt verändern. es gibt alben die meine welt verändern. kein ganz neues thema - wenn ich mich recht erinnere ging es in einem meiner ersten posts genau um das. nun hat es fast ein halbes jahr gedauert, bis es einen neuen anlass gab, ein album, das kam um mich zu beeindrucken, zu fesseln, zu begeistern.

EZRA FURMAN & THE HARPOONS :: inside the human body

"EZRA FURMAN & THE HARPOONS were formed in 2006 because of songs. EZRA had written songs that were urgent, desperate, pretty, and explosive, and these songs had to be heard" - ja, ja, ja! genau das möchte ich lesen. genau da smöchte ich spüren, wenn ich neue songs höre.

EZRAs musik wird verglichen mit BOB DYLAN und den VIOLET FEMMES und auch hier möchte ich rufen: ja, ja, ja!

take off your sunglasses
I said that's like me asking you to take out your shoelaces
so she took out her shoelaces

,take off your sunglasses' war ein wunderbarer sommer-ohrwurm. doch nun, im herbst, kommt mehr. das ganze album eben. und es gibt gelegenheit einmal über den tellerrand des großen hits hinauszuhören und sich auf die achterbahnfahrt durch EZRAs wunderbare welt der selbstfindung zu begeben...

und ja, es ist einen achterbahnfahrt:

I'm not a monster I'm a human being
and I'm the greatest thing you've ever seen
I'll be your shining star

denn jeder einzelen song ist selbst eine kleine reise über berge und täler, die höhen und tiefen in EZRAs welt

and can you hear that sound of my voice on your pillow oh
I want to be that little lonely face inside you window
don't give in no don't give in
I think that we should fight//

wunderschöne abeteuer, traurige geschichten, traumhaftes und schauderhaftes. jeden tag lasse ich mich gerne wieder entführen. mitnehmen in ein wunderland aus mundharmonikas und schönen melodien...

I dove into your heart like a pool
but there was no water in it and I felt like a fool
when I hit the concrete bottom and I broke in two
walked to the hotel through the door
but the man at the desk said you weren't staying there no more
and I felt so stupid so sorry that I called you a whore

you were just doin' what you had to do
and I feel so dumb for bein' mad at you
I can't stay mad, I can't stay mad at you
I can't stay mad, I can't stay mad at you
my heart is full I've got no room, no room

I grew up with my family
but I didn't want to leave and I cried like a baby
I asked, "could I ever come back home?" and my dad said "maybe..."
so I found a new place to live
but I had trouble figuring out what's not real and what is
the big city was so crazy I could hardly even breathe

and now I'm living in a fantasy
and I will always live there probably
you could move in, you could move in with me
you could move in, you could move in with me
the stakes are high, the trees are green okay!

we're all just doin' what we have to do
nothin' will ever be like it was back in 1992
and I can't stay mad, I can't stay mad at you
I can't stay mad, I can't stay mad at you
my heart's real full but I'll make room, I'll make room
I'll make room, I'll make room
okay well,
I got tell you that the stakes are high
and the stakes are high, the trees are green
and don't be mean and don't be mean no!