Hot Chip + Bernard Sumner + Hot City

I Didn’t Know What Love Was
How incredible is this? Hot Chip’s Alexis Taylor and Joe Goddard have teamed up with Bad Lieutenant’s Bernard Sumner and Hot City to release a new song via Converse. The track, called ‘I Didn’t Know What Love Was’, follows on from Converse’s free release of ‘All Summer’, which saw Vampire Weekend’s Rostam Batmanglij work with Kid Cudi and Best Coast.
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Perfection as a Hipster

 
Perfection as a Hipster
They never met, the singer and the swinger
She walked in, they walked around each other
Fighting for the mirror and smiling
She was awkward
I was tongue tied
She was goofy
And she aspired to perfection as a hipster
And she asked me
“How should I wear my problem hair
My dirty, no good problem hair?”
She asked me
I blew it
I knew it
I always wonder how things could’ve been
Spend every second day just
dreaming how the first one ought to be
My dream was realised but I was sleeping
I was sleeping
I caught the girl, her eyelids started to flutter
And in my arms
She passed out cold, are you okay?
Just lie still you’ll feel better
(What happened? I want to go home)
Feel better
(Where am I, what have I got on?)
Feel better
(You say that but how do you know?)
Feel better
(Who are you, what do you want?)
I always wonder how things could’ve been
(I wouldn’t waste time dreaming about me)
Spend every second day just dreaming how the first one ought to be
My dream was realised but I was sleeping
I was sleeping
I was sleeping
I was sleeping

Fight Club (10th Anniversary)

This is your life by The Dust Brothers (fight club ost)

And you open the door and you step inside
We're inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light
That's right, your pain
The pain itself is a white ball of healing light
I don't think so

This is your life, good to the last drop
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time

This isn't a seminar, this isn't a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything
Nothing is static, everything is appaling, everything is falling apart

This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khaki's

You have to give up, you have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless

I say let me never be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever arts
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may

This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time

You have to give up, you have to give up
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
I want you to hit me as hard as you can

Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight

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Good Times... For A Change

Every day will be like Sunday.
Τετάρτη 6.10 / 18:00-20:00 / www.poplie.eu

Panic (on the streets of Athens)

Burn down the FREE PRESS
Hang the blessed FREE ONES
Because the ARTICLES that they constantly WRITE
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE!






















Όταν ο Morrissey έγραψε το Panic, κατηγορήθηκε για ρατσισμό, επειδή θεωρούσε οτι η μουσική που παιζόταν τότε (1986) στα media δεν τον αφορούσε καθόλου.

Αθήνα 2010 και το ένα free press είναι full στο τάδε επιπλάδικο, το άλλο είναι μισό από τα καθημερινά φύλλα της εφημερίδας και το υπόλοιπο με ακατάληπτα και παντελως άγνωστα "νέα", το τρίτο ευλογεί το δείνα ρουχάδικο που ανοίγει (ακόμα) ένα κατάστημα στο κέντρο και το τέταρτο (ενώ αναρωτιέται που έχει ξαναδεί το "άλλο free press") παρόλο που τάιζε τις ψυχούλες μας με ελπίδα αλλά και γνώση, τώρα αναδημοσιεύει αποσπάσματα για ερωτευμένους και μοναξιές, από το 1996.

Το ότι όλοι έχουν θέμα πως θα γεμίσουν τις σελίδες τους δεν με νοιάζει καθόλου... Το TANK είχε βγει μονάχα με κείμενα χωρίς καθόλου φωτογραφίες. Μπορεί να γίνει και το αντίθετο... Εξάλου το καλοκαιρινό τεύχος ενός απο τα προαναφερθέντα είναι ένα από τα λαμπρότερα παραδείγματα...

Ενοείται πως δεν φταίνε εκείνοι αλλά εγώ που κάθε Πέμπτη κάνω αγώνα δρόμου για να τα βρω όλα... Αλλά the times are changing...

Ai Weiwei

At The Indie Disco

We go down to the indie disco every Thursday night
Dance to our favourite indie hits until the morning light
At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco yeah
We�ve got a table in the corner that is always ours
Under the poster of Morrissey with a bunch of flowers
We drink and talk about stupid stuff
Then hit the floor for Tainted love
You know I just can�t get enough
At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco yeah
Give us some Pixies and some Roses and some Valentines
Give us some Blur, and some Cure, and some Wannadies
And now we�re moving to the beat
And staring at each other�s feet
I wonder if she fancies me
At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco yeah
And when it�s over and I�m freezing on the night bus home
I think of her and I sing the words to my favourite song
She makes my heart beat the same way
As at the start of Blue Monday
Always the last song that they play
At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco yeah yeah yeah...
At the indie disco... the indie disco... at the indie disco yeah

Every Day (2010)

Ned (Liev Schreiber) is in the throes of a mid-life crisis. His work as a writer on an outrageous, semi-pornographic TV show is less than satisfying. His fifteen year old son has just told him he is gay and his eleven year old is afraid of, well, pretty much everything. When his wife, Jeannie (Helen Hunt), moves her sick and embittered father (Brian Dennehy) from Detroit into their home in LA, it puts added stress on an already strained marriage. And when a sexy female co-worker (Carla Gugino) puts the moves on Ned, the temptation sends him spiraling. EVERY DAY is about one family’s struggle to survive the unexpected curve-balls that are simply part of real life; aging and death; commitment and freedom; love and acceptance. It’s an uncompromising look at an ordinary family making an extraordinary journey, towards themselves and towards each other.