Trupa mea preferată, din toate punctele de vedere. Ocupă şi va ocupa locul 1 în topurile mele întotdeauna.
- Gen(uri): Post-hardcore/Melodic Hardcore.
- Componenţă: George Pettit (vocals), Dallas Green (guitar, vocals), Wade MacNeil (guitar, vocals), Chris Steele (bass), şi Jordan Hastings (drums).
- How they sound like: They describe their music as "the sound of two Catholic high-school girls in mid-knife-fight" (a reference to their song "A Dagger Through the Heart of St. Angeles", also the inspiration for their debut album cover art). When the band came out of the underground like an "utterly captivating car-accident-in-progress" in late 2001, it was enough to impress critics gold certification for their self-titled debut album and attain a gold certification for their self-titled debut album.
- Label(s): Dine Alone, Distort, Vagrant, Equal Vision Records
- Discografie: Alexisonfire • Watch Out! • Crisis • Old Crows / Young Cardinals
[George:] This town has its claws buried in my neck
This town, it takes lives, without mercy, without hate
[Dallas:] The streets are in distress
The sun suffocates behind darkened skies
[George:] The grass is growing on top of my feet
I'm sinking, won't be long, before I'm too deep to run
[Dallas:] The line up seems endless
Underneath the salvation signs.
[George:] We are the dead ones, we are the lost cause
We are the bend before the break. Our steps seal our fate.
[Chorus:]
Because this city, this city is haunted
By ghosts (ghosts) from broken homes (homes)
Because this city, this city is haunted
And there's no hope (hope) left for these souls (souls).
[George:] Every step I take I leave a small piece
Of myself behind. Soon there will be nothing left.
[Dallas:] The cracks in the pavement,
Match the cracks in their weathered skin
[George:] The sky's a brick wall
The ground's a juggernaut
Each day they get a bit closer
Between them, I am caught.
[Dallas:] I stare in amazement,
I can't believe this is where I live.
[George:] Every breath I take I feel my lungs seal
This breeze feels more like shards of glass I'm more scars than skin
[Chorus:]
Because this city, this city is haunted
By ghosts (ghosts) from broken homes (homes)
Because this city, this city is haunted
And there's no hope (hope) left for these souls (souls).
[George:] Our steps seal fate, our steps seal fate.
This is our celebration
Come join the lost souls
[x2]
[Dallas:] This city, this city is haunted.
[George:] Oh! Walk with us. Oh! Down. Walk with us.
[Chorus:]
This city, this city is haunted
By ghosts (ghosts) from broken homes (homes)
Because this city, this city is haunted
And there's no hope (hope) left for these souls (souls).
[George:] A man sits at his desk
One year from retirement,
And he's up for review
Not quite sure what to do.
Each passing year
The workload grows.
[Dallas:] I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late
For things to go my way
It always ends up the same
(Count your blessings)
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise
(Count your blessings on one hand)
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight.
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life
[George:] Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe,
Even though his joints are clogged with rust.
[Wade:] My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.
Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day
(Count your blessings)
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.
Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late
(Count your blessings on one hand)
[Dallas:] So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.
Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day
There's no loyalty and no remorse.
Youth sold for a pension cheque
And it makes him fucking sick
He's heating up, he can't say no
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight,
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.
(So wait up)
So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
Between the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to die
Wait up for me
Wait up for me
Wait up for me
Was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived
And don't look so surprised
that I'm home, but just for tonight
With rough hands and sore eyes
So don't speak, I am tired
Let's just live through this lie
She says I swear too much
She says a lot of things
Well I'd swear every other word if I could
For her, I'll make an attempt
Sometimes love isn't about
how much someone suits you
But how much you're willing to change
to suit them
All my bones are dust
(two people too damaged too much too late)
And my heart sealed with rust
(two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough
(two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much
(two people too damaged too much too late)
One day my hands were too soft
One day she said, "I'm tired"
One day her clothes were on my floor
One day, empty bottles
I'm not saying she's my last
I'm just saying that she could have been
It doesn't matter how rough these hands get
It doesn't matter 'cause I'm not her man
Rough hands, rough days
Rough hands, rough nights
Rough hands, rough season
Rough hands, rough fights...
All my bones are dust (Rough hands, rough days)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
And my heart sealed with rust (Rough hands, rough season)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough (Rough hands, rough days)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much (Rough hands, rough season)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
I'm in a constant state of getting cut
So why don't I feel anything?
This is a violation
Maybe I forgot what it was like
Before it entered me
So this is what they call
Another endless night
So tired of believing
If this is wrong or right
I think this cause is lost
I wish that I could sleep
I feel like some kind of shadow
Another slave to the week
Imagine if we lived
Under the weather
We would never be found
Never discovered
If everything goes wrong
If it's one more endless night
You'll know there's always tomorrow
And tomorrow...[to fade]
You'll know there's always tomorrow
(You'll know, you'll know) tomorrow
And this knife, this knife
This is my most, this is my most, this is my most important appendage
This is my most, this is my most, this is my most important appendage
Tomorrow [x3]
So now that your whole world
Has gone up into flames
This night is still never ending
Do you think you're still safe?
Seems everything went wrong
We were discovered
But this time there's no tomorrow
And tomorrow [x3]
Tomorrow
Tomorrow (And this knife, this knife)
Cine zice aşa ceva nu are nici cea mai mică idee despre ce vorbeşte.
Lumea probabil că nu înţelege de ce nu există postări legate strict de numele blogului, nu neapărat titlul.. De ce nu au existat până acum asemenea postări? Pentru că nu m-am simţit eu în stare să le fac. Dar uite că există momente în care sunt melancolic şi curajos. E momentul în care eşti treaz dar dormi, eşti laş dar ai curaj. Să începem cu..fireşte, începutul. De fapt, am început deja, cu autocritică şi ironie, ca de obicei. Încerc să mai scap de obiceiurile astea de a dramatiza în scris atât de mult. Foarte aiurea, nu cred că pot. În fine.
Mood of the post ? Uhm, here ya are. The reverb kills me.
Would we still walk hand in hand?
And if I suddenly went blind,
Would you still look in my eyes?
What happens when I grow old?
And all my sad stories have been told?
Will your heart still race for me?
Or will it march to a new beat?
If I was a simple man
If I was a simple man,
I´d own no home, I´d own no land
Would you still stand by my side?
And would our flame still burn so bright?
Sometimes I wonder why,
I´m so full of these endless rhymes
About the way I feel inside
I wish I could just get it right…
If I was a simple man
And I could make you understand
There´d be no reason to think twice
You´d be my sun; you´d be my light
If I was a simple man…
If I was a simple man…
Sometimes I wonder why
I´m so full of these endless rhymes
About the way I feel inside
I wish…
Sometimes…
Sometimes…
Sometimes…
Sometimes…
Sometimes…
Sometimes…
Sometimes…
Sometimes…
Sometimes…
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Melodie pentru o persoană care nu va citi niciodată aceste rânduri. Are să se simtă când ochii ei se vor pierde printre aceste rânduri, visam eu. Dar nu vreau să mă gândesc mai departe de atât pentru că nu am putere. După cum am mai spus, sunt laş când vine vorba de sentimente de genul ăsta. Şi am motivele mele, destul de întemeiate sau nu, aşa cum sunt ele.. Sunt îndeajuns încât să nu pot da nume. Nici că aş vrea. Las loc de interpretare? Nu chiar.
Cel mai nasol sentiment de nostalgie. Să dai nas în nas cu o a doua şansă pe care n-ai crezut vreodată că o să o ai. Chiar dacă acea şansă are acum altă culoare, e o culoare la fel de vie.. Şi vibrează. Vibrează incontestabil de frumos şi te aruncă într-o mare de fiori..ca pe vremuri. Sunt plin de nonsensuri.
Ca pe vremuri.
Ok, fiind un meloman, o sa postez multe recomandări în materie de muzică, prima recomandare fiind, evident, Dallas Green aka City and Colour.
Dallas Green, născut în Septembrie 29, 1980 este un muzician canadian cel mai bine cunoscut ca fiind solist şi în acelaşi timp şi chitarist în trupa de post-hardcore Alexisonfire şi de asemenea, datorită proiectului solo care abordează genul folk/acoustic, City and Colour.
Numele lui
Green a confirmat într-un interviu din 2008 la festivalul NXNE faptul că a fost întradevăr numit după cunoscutul jucător de baseball din liga majoră care poartă acelaşi nume. Acesta spune că, cu toate că s-a născut pe Sep. 29, 1980, nu a fost botezat de la bun început şi nu a avut un nume. Mama acestuia se gândea să îl numească Graham-Todd Green, dar tatăl acestuia pariase pe echipa Philadelphia Phillies în perioada cupei mondiale din 1980 în acea lună de Octombrie. După ce echipa a câştigat, ambii părinţi au decis ca pe fiul lor să îl cheme Dallas.
Din pură coincidenţă, în anul 2008 la CASBY Awards, desfăşurate pe perioada 22 Octombrie, i-a fost prezentat de către Bookman, premiul pentru Cel mai bun album indie pentru albumul Bring Me Your Love, zi în care a echipa Phillies a câştigat primul joc din acel sezon din 2008 World Series, urmând ca apoi să câştige premiul absolut, fiind prima lor victorie la 2008 World Series.
Carieră
Înainte de a se alătura trupei Alexisonfire, Green a făcut parte dintr-o trupă numită Helicon Blue, lansând un singur album înainte de a se despărţii. Trupa alcătuită din 3 mebrii avea ca protagonişti pe Marce Lanteigne (bass şi vocal) şi pe Nicholas Osczypko (baterist).
Trupa a lansat un album autointitulat Helicon Blue cu Greg Below de la Distort Entertainment, care a participat şi la melodiile My Last Breath, Sunder, Greater Victory şi Perpetual Healing.
Activitatea lui Dallas în trupa Alexisonfire a început în târziul anului 2001. De atunci, ei au scos 3 albume (Alexisonfire, Watch Out! şi Crisis) împreună cu câteva EP-uri. Vocea sa melodică şi înălţimile pe care le pot atinge corzile sale vocale domină majoritatea melodiilor trupei.
Studio albums and EPs
| Date of Release | Title | Label |
| 2004 | The Death of Me (EP) | Dine Alone Records |
| 2005 | Missing EP | Dine Alone Records |
| 2005 | Sometimes | Dine Alone Records |
| 2008 | Bring Me Your Love | Vagrant Records/Dine Alone Records |
| 2008 | The MySpace Transmissions (EP) | Vagrant Records/Dine Alone Records |
| 2008 | The iTunes Sessions (EP) | iTunes Exclusive |
| 2008 - November 25 | Bring Me Your Love Special Limited Edition (Limited to 6000 copies)[13] | Dine Alone Records |
Live albums
| Date of Release | Title | Record label |
|---|---|---|
| 2007 | Live | Dine Alone Records |
Links
Sample plz?
Revenind la proiectul său solo, City and Colour, cred că este timpul pentru a vă delecta cu câteva dintre performanţele acestuia live, dar şi clipuri oficiale. Hope you guys like it.