queria actualizar el fotolog pero no me deja asique na me vengo aqui para hablar de lo que mejor se:
de bloc party xDD

el otro dia lei que la cancion de Song for Clay (Disappear here) estaba inspirada en el libro de Easton Ellis "Menos que cero"
segun Kele (no me apetece traducirlo):

"The parallels between the book and what I was describing came after writing most of the song. I saw how obvius a place it was to begin. The book's values say it all, an obsession with body aesthetics and a casual modification of sexuality. What was a picture of a distorted LA bubble become reality..."

y que casualidad que yo me estaba leyendo en ese momento ese libro, como adoro estas casualidades ^^

esque ese libro es amor, Easton Ellis es amor y Kele es amor  ♥



aunque yo viendo las letras le encuentro mas parecido a Uniform con el contenido del libro




There was a sense of disappointment as we left the mall
All the young people looked the same
Wearing their masks of cool and indifference
Commerce dressed up as rebellion

'Cause we're so handsome and we're so bored
So entertain us, tell me a joke
Make it long, make it last
Make it cruel, just make me laugh
We can't be hurt, we can't be hurt

Drink to forget your blues on the weekend
Think about more things to buy
The TV taught me how to sulk and love nothing
And how to grow my hair long

'Cause we're so handsome and we're so bored
So entertain us, tell me a joke
Make it long, make it last
Make it cruel, just make me laugh
We can't be hurt, we can't be hurt
We can't be hurt

So why do you go picking fights that you'll lose?
(When you have entertainment. When you have things to pass the time)
So why do you go thinking thoughts that are above you?
(You can be happy, just play dumb. You can be happy, just play dumb)

Well I was brave (and unique), 
intelligent (a snowflake)  
I could have been a hero
No-one can be trusted over the age of fourteen

Tattoo our arms 
Converse shoes, 
cynical 
we still do it
We tell ourselves we're different
I've gotten so good at lying to myself

All my pain and honour is used up
All my guns are rusted

So when you gonna realise
Those are not your wrongs to right?
Have another line, have another drink
(Pop songs won't change the government)

I am a martyr, I just need a motive
I am a martyr, I just need a cause
I'm a believer, I just need a moment
I'm a believer, I just need a cause

We're finding it hard to break the mould
We're finding it hard to be alone  
We're finding it hard to have time by ourselves
We have nothing at all to say

Uniform

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zLnBh4u8Rw