blueberry boat

• the fiery furnaces'in, the who'nun rock operalarindan hicte asagi kalmayan 2004 cikisli ikinci albumu. bundan bir hafta once interpol'un son albumu antics'i dinledigimde heralde bu sene bunun kadar iyi bir sey dinleyemem diye dusunmustum taki 1.5 saat once blueberry boat'i dinlemeye baslayincaya degin.kesinlikle yilin en iyi albumlerinden biri olmaya aday. parcalardaki ani ritm degisiklikleri, farkli enstruman ve seslerin kullanimi cok cok orjinal ve guzel.. albumu su tur bu tur seklinde belli bir kaliba sokmak cok zor, oyleki albumdeki herangi bir sarkida tur basdondurucu bir sekilde defalarca degisebiliyor.. grubun ilk albumu gallowsbird's bark [dinlemedim, ogrendigim kadariyla] bayagi bir the white stripes esintiliymis fakat bu albumdeki soundu birisine benzetmek mumkun degil.. cok farkli.. 76 dakikalik bir muzik ziyafeti.. muhtesem.. muhtesem..
  
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• the fiery furnacesin 2. albumunun adi, ayni zamanda albumun 3. parcasi.
  sozleri $u $ekildedir:
  
  pontoon put-put with the tape on 10
  dixie cup pink wine in the labor day sunshine.
  i’m sliding the sunfish up through the wakes
  coming up too quick, making mistakes.
  quiet climb the chrome ladder in the front
  while they’re all yawning, under the awning.
  astro turf green hot to the touch;
  sneak open the cooler, they’ve got too much.
  --past taipei, through the taiwan straits
  we sailed on in, me and my mates.
  it was my first time running my own ship
  but my buddies didn’t care they didn’t give me no lip,
  so many times we’ve been side by side:
  but i never carried a load with so much pride.
  you see i’m from grand rapids and up my way
  we grow the best blueberries in the u.s. of a.
  and when we pull into old h.k.
  the little markets’ll have something special next day.
  --at dawn i had a scotch and made them switch off the porn
  cause there’s nothing that’s dirty about the ocean in the morn.
  the radar said nothing and nothing crossed my mind
  when they came starboard side up from behind.
  --down below deck sip the south island sec
  think when last put in port, i was sorting the sort:
  and then a girl caught my eye as she was waving goodbye.
  tell me my dear, i said warm and sincere, who do you know on the ship
  and then she curled up her lip:
  i don’t know no one there yet but just wait see what you get.
  --pop the top and drink your drop we’ll never go home.
  curse and cry and why oh why we’ll never go home.
  we’ll never go home.
  the radar said nothingand nothing crossed my mind
  when they came starboard side up from behind.
  i never saw them coming even though it was light;
  they beat two of my men simply out of spite.
  and then they came back to the helm, kicked me over and said
  do what we say or we’ll kill you and your men.
  i looked back at those pirates with their beady little eyes;
  i gathered my courage and i could see their surprise
  when i said go ahead you could cut my throat
  but you ain’t never getting the cargo of my blueberry boat.
  --it’s sad and it’s cold at the bottom of the sea
  but at least i got my blueberries with me.