Die Happy

So what is this so-so-society?

Still drinking that Kool-Aid like it's free

Still popping that poison blow blow blow

Political you know how it goes

Is this dystopia?

Fame is the bait

(And the switch is the look in your eye)

What will you ask?

(While we wait for the past to arrive)

Fame is the bait

(And the switch is your head in the sand)

Time that we waste

(While we wait for the future to land)

Die happy

In the summertime

So happy

I could die

This city is thick with common thieves

Still passing around the same disease

Who's running this town and why are we?

Still drinking that Kool-Aid like it's free

In this dystopia?

Metric - Die Happy

Ох, начало этой песни волнует мою душу намного большее ее продолжения - какое же оно прекрасное и многообещающее... За звуками этой мелодии словно затаилась таинственная печаль, и вот она мягко подкрадывается к тебе и ты не знаешь, какую из ее бесчисленных граней тебе суждено будет открыть для себя на этот раз... Но внезапно нотки наигранной радости врываются в нее и вся тайна и трепет предвкушения исчезают, оставляя горечь разочарования. Но эта песня все равно идеальна, ведь это именно то, что она хочет показать: пустую оболочку, сотканную из искусственной радости, за которой медленно бьется остывшее и опустевшее сердце.

Когда ты счастлив. умирать совсем не хочется, но поверь - умереть счастливым это самое лучшее, что может случится в этой жизни.

Own Worst Enemy

I gotta give it to ya
Yeah, you talk real tough
Say you're nothing but love
Bet it gets under your skin
And when it gets too much then the Devil steps in

I chew your ears off for hours
Yeah, I'm good for a minute 'til the demons come 'round
And I feel empty and sad, yeah
Drink until I'm poison, only then I can escape my mind

I know you say that you don't want it, want it
You take a couple pills to stop him coming for ya
And he turns up without a warning, warning
I heard he's looking for you

You and I ain't friends
So stop shadowing me
I'm getting out, I'm getting free
There's no escaping it, I'm my worst enemy
Pack your bags and leave
You have caused me too much grief
I'm getting out, I'm getting free
There's no escaping it, I'm my worst enemy

I go to bed and then lie awake up screaming
Why ain't I sleeping oh why ain't I dreaming?
Have you come to me to tell me a secret?
You will not tell me 'cause you know I'll leak it

You and I ain't friends
So stop shadowing me
I'm getting out, I'm getting free
There's no escaping it, I'm my worst enemy
Pack your bags and leave
You have caused me too much grief
I'm getting out, I'm getting free
There's no escaping it, I'm my worst enemy

Yonaka - Own Worst Enemy

/ Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me. /

Another punch in the head. Thank you for this incredible torrent of energy, for this precious feeling when it seems that nothing is impossible and everything is in our hands.

Go

Time, is passing us by
Moves at the blink of an eye
I try

I, I want to be great
But now as the storm has begun
I try

Keep me waiting, still I'm finding out
Don't care from it would be
Have me believe he been free

So go now go, go darling go
Go darling go
Can't chose the words in my mouth
So leave me alone now
Go now go, go darling go
Go darling go
Can't chose the words in my mouth
So leave me alone now

Can't control my mind no more
Can't decide for me, do I need to remind you that
You can't control my life no more
Can't chose the words in my mouth
So leave me alone now

Glass Caves - Go 

/ Free yourself from the burden of feeling the need to hold on to anything. Let go… you are a part of everything. /

I'm absolutely crazy about this song. This captivating tune, this killer energy, bare emotions and absolute unique and awesome style of guitar playing... Oh, I want to stay alone with you as soon as possible. So everybody, please, just go now. 

Buzzcut Season

I remember when your head caught flame

It kissed your scalp and caressed your brain

(I remember when your head caught flame)

Well, you laughed, baby, it's OK

It's buzzcut season anyway

(Well, you laughed, baby, it's OK)

We ride the bus with the knees pulled in

People should see how we're living

(We ride the bus with the knees pulled in)

Shut my eyes to the song that plays

Sometimes this has a hot, sweet taste

(Shut my eyes to the song that plays)

The men up on the news

They try to tell us all that we will lose

But it's so easy in this blue

Where everything is good

Cola with the burnt-out taste

I'm the one you tell your fears to

There'll never be enough of us

Explosions on TV

And all the girls with heads inside a dream

So now we live beside the pool

Where everything is good

And I'll never go home again

(Place the call, feel it start)

Favorite friend

(And nothing's wrong but nothing's true)

I live in a hologram with you

We're all the things that we do for fun

(And I'll breathe, and it goes)

Play along

(Make believe, it's hyper real)

But I live in a hologram with you

Lorde - Buzzcut Season

/ I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony. /

Помню времена, когда я совершенно не понимала этой легкой, прозрачной и невыразительной музыки. Простой и незамысловатой, как ситцевое платье. Но может быть в последнее время я начала более чутко прислушиваться, а может просто порой мне выпадает счастье повстречать по-настоящему хорошую песню.

И я невероятно сильно люблю этот  трек... Он словно вобрал в себя самые легкие, невесомые, неуловимые воспоминания, такие радостно-счастливые, теплые, летние, такие вечные. Словно оранжевые фонарики в ночи, шум прибоя на рассвете, аромат цветущего луга, карусели, которые кружат тебя в вихре и дарят мгновения невероятного, всеобъемлющего и чистого счастья. Или тихие уютные вечера дома, проведенные за созерцанием того, как цвета постоянно сгущаются, в то время как твои чувства обостряются, а мысли достигают глубин сознания, и ты словно видишь этот мир таким, каким никто не может его увидеть...

И не важно, какая музыка играет в твоих наушниках, главное, какими чувствами она отзывается в твоем сердце.

Golden Skans

Light touch my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on

You can forget our future plans

Night touch my hands with the turning Golden Skans

From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

Set sail from sense, bring all her young

Set sail from where we once begun

While we wait, while we wait

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone

Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone

Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young

Light touch my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on

You can forget our future plans

Night touch my hands with the turning Golden Skans

From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

Klaxons - Golden Skans

/ Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination. /

I'm absolutely not-so-indie-girl, who like to fly over the flower fields and wallow in the skies created by gentle indie melodies, but this song - gosh... You know, if the purfect union of pure joy, happines and iternal bliss exists, it sounds like this.