...c'est magnifique!

laugardagur, nóvember 27, 2004

Útskýring

Eflaust hafa einhverjir velt fyrir sér nafngift síðunnar. Orðið "betterblack" er myndað úr nöfnum tveggja meistaraverka eftir Pearl Jam, bestu hljómsveit sem var, er og mun nokkurn tíma verða til. Bæði lögin eru átakanleg og þá sérstaklega Black sem ég leyfi mér að fullyrða að sé sorglegasta lag allra tíma.



Better Man

Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech
As he opens the door, she rolls over
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over


She lies and says she's in love with him
Can't find a better man
She dreams in color, she dreams in red
Can't find a better man

Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know
She tells herself

Memories back when she was bold and strong
And waiting for the world to come along
Swears she'd do it, now she swears he's gone
She lies and says she's in love with him
Can't find a better man
She dreams in color, she dreams in red
Can't find a better man
She lies and says she still loves him
Can't find a better man
She dreams in color, she dreams in red
Can't find a better man

She loved him
She don't want to leave this way
She feeds him
That's why she'll be back again
Can't find a better man



Black

Hey...oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah...

Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine