Editors - Nothing (Live @ Amsterdam)

Esta música ganha tanto ao vivo...
Bom fim de semana!

Editors - Nothing
The sun says nothing
By my demise
I fall to the floor

Sparked from your stare
Cascade into light
The start of a war

Monday morning
Hungover and eyes
Hide it all the way

We walk through a crowd of strangers
Two minutes from your door
You’ve lived there all your life

Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
Till i’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left

Out of it you handle it for everyone
Took a poison dart through my heart and then i’m gone
Out of it you handle it for everyone
Took a poison dart through my heart and then i’m gone

Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
Till i’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left

These floorboards are creaking
My body is old
The sun casts a shadow
A gust that cuts through your bones
Your body and soul

These floorboards are creaking
My body is old
The sun casts a shadow
A gust that cuts through your bones
Your body and soul

Every conversation within you
It starts a celebration in me
Till i’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left

I’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left
No, i’ve got nothing left
I’ve got nothing left

Tom Smith - Dancing In The Dark (Bruce Springsteen Acoustic Cover)

Tom Smith - Dancing In The Dark
I get up in the evening
And I ain´t got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain´t nothing but tired
Man I´m just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby i could use just a little help

You can´t start a fire
You can´t start a fire without a spark
This gun´s for hire
Even if we´re just dancing in the dark

Message keeps getting clearer
Radio´s on and i´m moving ´round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain´t getting nowhere just living
In a dump like this
There´s something happening somewhere
Baby i just know that there is

You can´t start a fire
You can´t start a fire without a spark
This gun´s for hire
Even if we´re just dancing in the dark

You sit around getting older
There´s a joke here somewhere and it´s on me
I´ll shake this world off my shoulders
Come on baby the laugh´s on me

Stay on the streets of this town
And they´ll be carving you up all right
They say you gotta stay hungry
Hey baby I´m just about starving tonight
I´m dying for some action
I´m sick of sitting around here trying to write
This book
I need a love reaction
Come on now baby gimme just one look

You can´t start a fire sitting ´round crying
Over a broken heart
This gun´s for hire
Even if we´re just dancing in the dark
You can´t start a fire worrying about
Your little world falling apart
This gun´s for hire
Even if we´re just dancing in the dark
Even if we´re just dancing in the dark...

Editors - You Don´t Know Love (Acoustic)

Editors - You Don't Know Love

You don't know love like you used to,

You don't feel love like you did before

Oh

Oh

You ran with the dead today,

with the moles from the CIA,

They say more than you ever say

Headlights in your rear view mirror, a panther's eyes as he preys on fear,

You hunt for love, you electioneer

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

You ran with the dead today,through the cemeteries where ghosts still play,

The more you ran, love got further away

One look in a soaring sight,

Every little thing you die to hide

You are the truth, when you lie

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

You don't know love like you used to,

You don't feel love like you did before

You don't know love like you used to,

You don't feel love like you did before

Oh

Oh

You don't know love like you used to,

You don't feel love like you did before

Oh, you don't know love like you used to,

You don't feel love like you did before

Oh, you don't know love like you used to,

You don't feel love like you did before

Ah, you don't know love like you used to,

Ah, you don't feel love like you did before

You don't know love like you used to

Editors no Coliseu de Lisboa! Mais noites assim, please!

Ontem, felizmente assisti a um grande concerto dos Editors no Coliseu de Lisboa. Grande noite, de muitas emoções e sorrisos. Haja mais assim, porque só me faz bem ao corpo e à alma! Os interessantes belgas Balthazar a abrir o concerto, para depois Tom Smith e os seus Editors arrasarem com o exacto alinhamento (lá consegui ficar com mais uma set list!!!) que tocaram no Porto, E, foi melhor ainda, porque vi o concerto mesmo juntinho ao palco! Os Editors já começam a ter uma dimensão tal, que lhes permite deixar muitas grandes músicas de fora! Venha o próximo para matar saudades, reviver emoções e, porque não, tocar aquelas que ficaram por tocar!

Obrigado Tom Smith! Obrigado EDITORS! Deixo-vos uma amostra do que foi... SUGAR!

Editors - Sugar
Don’t leave
Don’t leave
I want you to realize when I’m gone
My my, my my
You are the only thing I want to hold

There’s sugar on your soul
You’re like no one, I know
You’re a life from another world

You swallow me whole
With just a mumbled hello
And it breaks my heart to love you, it breaks my heart to love you

Don’t leave
Don’t leave
When you’re lost in the moment, I am in home
I tried, I tried
To make you realize when I’m gone, gone, gone

There’s sugar on your soul
You’re like no one I know
You’re a life from another world

You swallow me whole
With just a mumbled hello
And it breaks my heart to love you, it breaks my heart to love you

It breaks my heart to love you

There’s sugar on your soul
There’s sugar on your soul

There’s sugar on your soul
You’re like no one I know
You’re a life from another world

You swallow me whole
With just a mumbled hello
And it breaks my heart to love you, it breaks my heart to love you

Don’t leave
Don’t leave
I want you to realize when I’m gone

E hoje à noite vai ser assim... Editors - Like Treasure (Live@The Fabric 2009)

Ansioso por mais uma grande noite e por rever os Editors, que já não os vejo desde o dia 13 de Julho! Como é possível?! Já estou ao rubro e com um andamento... 

Hoje à noite, no Coliseu de Lisboa, a set list não será muito diferente da tocada ontem no Porto, que foi assim:
1.Sugar
2.Someone Says
3.Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors
4.Bones
5.Eat Raw Meat = Blood Drool
6.Two Hearted Spider
7.You Don't Know Love
8.All Sparks...
9.Formaldehyde
10.A Ton of Love
11.Like Treasure
12.An End Has a Start
13.Bullets
14.In This Light and on This Evening
15.The Phone Book (Acoustic)
16.Munich
17.The Racing Rats
18.Honesty

Encore:
19.Bricks and Mortar
20.Nothing
21.Papillon

 

Esta será uma das que me vai fazer vibrar...

Editors - Like Treasure
Ain't it just like the old days,
Let's see how the hand plays,
Living at a second-hand cliché,
It ain't just like the old days

You are what you eat
You'll become digested
Well love, it isn't felt
Love is tested

You will keep forever
I'll bury you like treasure

We've gotta get friends in high places
Hide behind their plastic faces
Rip up the flag and replace it,
Dance with our friends in high places

You are what you eat
You'll become digested
Well love, it isn't felt
Love is tested

You will keep forever
I'll bury you like treasure
You will keep forever
I'll bury you like treasure

I used to want to be you
Now, where's your shadow? You're see through
I used to want to be you
Now, where's your shadow? You're see through

You will be forever
I will bury you like treasure
You will be forever
I will bury you like treasure

Editors - Two Hearted Spider (Live at Rock Werchter 2012)

A propósito da foto do post anterior, recordei-me desta música.
Adoro isto...

Editors - Two Hearted Spider
I wanna come over
I wanna come over
And tear this place apart, with you
In the arms of another
A two hearted spider
I'm just a mess for you

Oh my naivety
Oh my fickled views
I feel my blood boil
I saw shadows fuse

Every move you make
Breaks me, breaks me
Every smile you fake
Breaks me, breaks me
Owah

Lets build ourselves an island
I want it now
If they build a prison
I'll Knock it down

Oh my naivety
Oh my fickled views
I feel my blood boil
I saw shadows fuse

Every move you make
Breaks me, breaks me, now
Every smile you fake
Breaks me, breaks me

I saw our shadows dance before the dawn
I saw our shadows dance before the dawn
I saw our shadows dance before the dawn
I saw our shadows dance
I saw our shadows dance

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey

Every move you make
Breaks me, breaks me, now
Every smile you fake
Breaks me, breaks me
Owah, Owah, Owah, Owah

Reach out and touch Faith...

Se estes foram muito bons...

Estes foram soberbos...

A energia, os "decors", as imagens, o ambiente, as músicas. Foi bom regressar às minhas bandas de eleição e estas estão lá no topo, especialmente os Depeche Mode... Velhos? Mandam "bigode" a muitas das bandas actuais... duas horas intensíssimas e o David Gahan está para dar e durar! Venham mais assim!

Editors - The Phone Book (Acoustic)

Adoro... e no próximo Sábado, lá estarei em Oeiras para os ver juntamente com os fantásticos Depeche Mode...

Editors - The Phone Book
I'm on watch here
So close your eyes and get some rest
I'm here to watch your heart
It's been faulted from the start
I'm the rips in your chest

I'm not an angel,
I never mean to make you cry
Jumping through my hoops
With dissension in the troops
And a smile inside

What's that over your shoulder?
Fear of getting older
Stay with me.

Sing me a love song
From your heart or from the phone book
It don't matter to me
I'm an apple, you're the tree
I won't fall when you shook

What's that over your shoulder?
Fear of getting older
Stay with me.

It ends with a kiss
It ends with a tear
It ends with the lights up
Bathing our fear

Tell me nonsense
I don't want to see
I saw the lightning cut through the last winter sky of the year

Stay with me
Keep with me...

A dissecar o novo álbum dos Editors...

E é muito, muito bom...

Editors - Honesty
Don't you want me to stay?
Make a rocking horse getaway.
The radio says we're in for a fall.
The TV says nothing at all.

Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.

Out of my window, it echoes my heart.
I've been checking for change since the start.
Collide into me, I could do with a fight.
Collide into me, cause it feels right.

Does the honesty deceive?
Try to find a way to leave this party.
Take it out on me cause
All the honesty shut this place down.

Your bowling ball eyes have nothing to say.
They knock me over again anyway.
Collide into me, I could do with a fight.
Collide into me, cause it feels right.

Does the honesty deceive?
Try to find a way to leave this party.
Take it out on me cause
All the honesty shut this place down.

The broken hearts of my neighborhood
Lay cast aside like dreams in Hollywood,
With the boarded up windows at the closing sale.

Does the honesty deceive?
Try to find a way to leave this party.
Take it out on me cause
All the honesty shut this place down.

Does the honesty deceive?
Try to find a way to leave this party.
Take it out on me cause
All the honesty shut this place down.