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Antwort auf Beitrag Nr.: 28.162.728 von MissB.Hagen am 07.03.07 12:16:24Missy, was tust du uns an? Das ist ja kaum noch zu toppen
http://www.kontraband.com/show/show.asp?ID=4125&CAT=movies&N…
http://www.kontraband.com/show/show.asp?ID=4125&CAT=movies&N…
Auch wenn sie sich „Kavaliere“ nennen – so richtig romantisch sind die beiden Knaben von Two Gallants, deren Musik das US-Magazin Visions als " ... räudiger Bob Dylan, gemischt mit der direkten Intensität von 30er Jahre Blues-Veteranen wie Skip James, dem betrunkenen Charme der Pogues und der Punk-Energie Patti Smiths ...." beschreibt, eigentlich auch nicht.
Ob sie den hochgegriffenen Vergleichen gerecht werden, muss sich erst noch zeigen. Ihr zweites Album "What The Toll Tells", das Ende 2006 erschienen ist, hat ein paar wirklich gute Nummern aufzuweisen. Und zum Glück gibts von „Prodigal Son“ (Der verlorene Sohn) ein Video – ihre Live-Auftritte sind mir, ähnlich wie bei einer anderen Zweier-Combo, den White Stripes, doch etwas zu irritierend ….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqEVrfCKb9g
THE PRODIGAL SON
Two Gallants
Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years
Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears
I’m well known in story, famous in song
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease
They'll grow on my shoulder, my favorite disease
My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
And all the grand expectations of an epoch of wealth
Leave me long to crawl back to the womb
Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace
But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast
So I take to the hills to live savage and free
I don’t need nobody, nobody needs me
I don’t need nobody, nobody needs me
Aus „laut.de“:
Es gibt sie noch, die Bands, die wirklich ganz klein anfangen. Two Gallants sind eine solche - in zweifacher Hinsicht. Adam Stevens und Tyson Vogel kennen sich bereits seit dem Kindergarten. Der Legende nach sind sie bei einer Klopperei aufeinander getroffen. Daraus entstand eine lebenslange Freundschaft, die irgendwann auch zur Musik führte. Vogel entscheidet sich für die Drums, Stephens für die Gitarre. Doch mit ihren Jugendbands haben sie keinerlei nennenswerten Erfolg.
Bis sie 2002 beschließen, Two Gallants zu gründen. Beide lesen zu diesem Zeitpunkt "Dubliners" von James Joyce, jene Geschichtensammlung, die eben auch eine solche namens "Two Gallants" ("Zwei Kavaliere") erhält. So ist der Bandname schnell gefunden. Sie beginnen an einer Bushaltestelle in San Francisco zu spielen, und arbeiten sich von ganz unten hoch. Treten in Galerien, Bars und irgendwann dann auch in Clubs auf, und finden in der Szene immer mehr offene Ohren.
Ihr düsterer, epischer Sound, ihre Geschichten von der dunklen Seite des Lebens faszinieren die Hörer offensichtlich ebenso wie ihre packenden Performances. Sie bekommen einen Vertrag bei Alive Records, dort erscheint 2004 ihr erstes Album "The Throes". Dank ihrer vielen Touren durch die USA bekommen auch die Saddle-Creek-Scouts Wind von dem Duo, das San Franciscos Szene aufmischt, und nehmen sie schließlich unter Vertrag. Bei dem Label aus Omaha, Nebraska, erscheint das zweite Album "What The Toll Tells“, ein kleines Meisterwerk mit Anleihen von Dylan, Cash und anderen großen Songwritern. Und das, obwohl beide Musiker mit Guns’n’Roses aufgewachsen sind!
STEADY ROLLIN’
Two Gallants
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2gK38qGNvv0
You might have seen me 'neath the pool hall lights.
Well baby I go back each night.
If you got a throat I got a knife.
Steady rollin', I keep goin'.
Well I come from the old time baby,
too late for you to save me.
If I remain then I'm to blame.
But if you should ever need me,
I'll go where'er you lead me.
It's all the same, the same old game.
I don't mind how quick the seasons change.
You know to me they's every one the same.
The sweetest sunshine drips the drain.
Death's comin', I'm still runnin'.
Well I come from the old time baby,
too late for you to save me.
If I remain then I'm to blame.
But if you should ever need me,
I'll go where'er you lead me.
It's all the same, the same old game.
My lovin' lady she's a ball and chain.
I still can travel but my speed has changed.
I bring the money, I take the blame.
Steady rollin', I keep goin'.
Aus dem Album „The Throes“ von 2004 (mp3): http://www.twogallants.com/songs/mp3s/nothing_to_you.mp3
Live : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWcpSNdMZS8
NOTHING TO YOU
Two Gallants
Oh my kind's been around forever
And I claim to be one of the few
And the lost cause of words walks away with my nerves
'Cause I'm gay as a choirboy for you
You got hair that recalls me of rivers
Runs softly while you dream of you
But your heart is so cold that it shivers
You breathe, but my darling your blood still runs blue
'Cause all that I know is I'm nothing to you
And I followed you into the party
That no one invited me to
But alone I made love to my 40
And played make-believe it was you
But I watched you forget your belongings
And belongings you've got quite a few
I filled up your bags with my longings
And searched through this whole wide city for you
And we'll walk 'neath the street lamps forever
You'll say you remind me of you
It's so damn cliché that it's clever
It's so fucking false, you think that it's true
'Cause I heard that you got you a lover
And lovers you've got one or two
But you can't tell one from the other
Now mama, now you're nothing to you
And it's down by the riverside (wasting away)
And it's down by the riverside (beating the clay)
….
‘Cause mama you’re nothing to you
‘Cause mama you’re nothing to you
Ob sie den hochgegriffenen Vergleichen gerecht werden, muss sich erst noch zeigen. Ihr zweites Album "What The Toll Tells", das Ende 2006 erschienen ist, hat ein paar wirklich gute Nummern aufzuweisen. Und zum Glück gibts von „Prodigal Son“ (Der verlorene Sohn) ein Video – ihre Live-Auftritte sind mir, ähnlich wie bei einer anderen Zweier-Combo, den White Stripes, doch etwas zu irritierend ….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqEVrfCKb9g
THE PRODIGAL SON
Two Gallants
Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years
Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears
I’m well known in story, famous in song
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease
They'll grow on my shoulder, my favorite disease
My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
And all the grand expectations of an epoch of wealth
Leave me long to crawl back to the womb
Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace
But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast
So I take to the hills to live savage and free
I don’t need nobody, nobody needs me
I don’t need nobody, nobody needs me
Aus „laut.de“:
Es gibt sie noch, die Bands, die wirklich ganz klein anfangen. Two Gallants sind eine solche - in zweifacher Hinsicht. Adam Stevens und Tyson Vogel kennen sich bereits seit dem Kindergarten. Der Legende nach sind sie bei einer Klopperei aufeinander getroffen. Daraus entstand eine lebenslange Freundschaft, die irgendwann auch zur Musik führte. Vogel entscheidet sich für die Drums, Stephens für die Gitarre. Doch mit ihren Jugendbands haben sie keinerlei nennenswerten Erfolg.
Bis sie 2002 beschließen, Two Gallants zu gründen. Beide lesen zu diesem Zeitpunkt "Dubliners" von James Joyce, jene Geschichtensammlung, die eben auch eine solche namens "Two Gallants" ("Zwei Kavaliere") erhält. So ist der Bandname schnell gefunden. Sie beginnen an einer Bushaltestelle in San Francisco zu spielen, und arbeiten sich von ganz unten hoch. Treten in Galerien, Bars und irgendwann dann auch in Clubs auf, und finden in der Szene immer mehr offene Ohren.
Ihr düsterer, epischer Sound, ihre Geschichten von der dunklen Seite des Lebens faszinieren die Hörer offensichtlich ebenso wie ihre packenden Performances. Sie bekommen einen Vertrag bei Alive Records, dort erscheint 2004 ihr erstes Album "The Throes". Dank ihrer vielen Touren durch die USA bekommen auch die Saddle-Creek-Scouts Wind von dem Duo, das San Franciscos Szene aufmischt, und nehmen sie schließlich unter Vertrag. Bei dem Label aus Omaha, Nebraska, erscheint das zweite Album "What The Toll Tells“, ein kleines Meisterwerk mit Anleihen von Dylan, Cash und anderen großen Songwritern. Und das, obwohl beide Musiker mit Guns’n’Roses aufgewachsen sind!
STEADY ROLLIN’
Two Gallants
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2gK38qGNvv0
You might have seen me 'neath the pool hall lights.
Well baby I go back each night.
If you got a throat I got a knife.
Steady rollin', I keep goin'.
Well I come from the old time baby,
too late for you to save me.
If I remain then I'm to blame.
But if you should ever need me,
I'll go where'er you lead me.
It's all the same, the same old game.
I don't mind how quick the seasons change.
You know to me they's every one the same.
The sweetest sunshine drips the drain.
Death's comin', I'm still runnin'.
Well I come from the old time baby,
too late for you to save me.
If I remain then I'm to blame.
But if you should ever need me,
I'll go where'er you lead me.
It's all the same, the same old game.
My lovin' lady she's a ball and chain.
I still can travel but my speed has changed.
I bring the money, I take the blame.
Steady rollin', I keep goin'.
Aus dem Album „The Throes“ von 2004 (mp3): http://www.twogallants.com/songs/mp3s/nothing_to_you.mp3
Live : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWcpSNdMZS8
NOTHING TO YOU
Two Gallants
Oh my kind's been around forever
And I claim to be one of the few
And the lost cause of words walks away with my nerves
'Cause I'm gay as a choirboy for you
You got hair that recalls me of rivers
Runs softly while you dream of you
But your heart is so cold that it shivers
You breathe, but my darling your blood still runs blue
'Cause all that I know is I'm nothing to you
And I followed you into the party
That no one invited me to
But alone I made love to my 40
And played make-believe it was you
But I watched you forget your belongings
And belongings you've got quite a few
I filled up your bags with my longings
And searched through this whole wide city for you
And we'll walk 'neath the street lamps forever
You'll say you remind me of you
It's so damn cliché that it's clever
It's so fucking false, you think that it's true
'Cause I heard that you got you a lover
And lovers you've got one or two
But you can't tell one from the other
Now mama, now you're nothing to you
And it's down by the riverside (wasting away)
And it's down by the riverside (beating the clay)
….
‘Cause mama you’re nothing to you
‘Cause mama you’re nothing to you
Antwort auf Beitrag Nr.: 28.158.135 von Juno234 am 07.03.07 07:41:11Hoffentlich habe ich mir nichts Bleibendes weggeholt - ich sehe plötzlich überall Hasselhoffs bzw. Hasselhoff-Klone
Höchste Zeit für eine Rückbesinnung auf die Intention dieses Threads, der Liebe allgemein und allen Liebenden im besonderen einen Kranz zu flechten ....
Auch wenn „Hooked On A Feeling“ nur eine Cover-Version ist, hat mich noch nie ein Song von David Hasselhoff so begeistern können wie eben dieser hier. Muss wohl an der einfühlsam-romantischen Video-Bearbeitung liegen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x20v9F-sWHQ
Antwort auf Beitrag Nr.: 28.158.314 von Juno234 am 07.03.07 08:07:05
in den 80ern hätte das jeder für eine abgefahrene underground-experimental-new wave kapelle aus new york gehalten.
in den 80ern hätte das jeder für eine abgefahrene underground-experimental-new wave kapelle aus new york gehalten.
Dann darf natürlich etwas zeitgenössische Country-Musik aus Afghanistan natürlich auch nicht fehlen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f34KEi7RIkQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f34KEi7RIkQ
Antwort auf Beitrag Nr.: 28.157.746 von Heizkessel am 07.03.07 01:36:26Dann werde ich mal Amarillo richtig bebildern
God shave the Queen! Auch in Afghanistan
http://www.kontraband.com/show/show.asp?ID=2275&rtn=main-top…
God shave the Queen! Auch in Afghanistan
http://www.kontraband.com/show/show.asp?ID=2275&rtn=main-top…
@wangert: …schön, dass du doch mal wieder zeitgefunden hast
vorbeizuschauen...
@heizi: ...oh ich seh gerad - die haben da bei Amarillo auch so was wie die
„A 40“...
...ob die wohl auch so überfüllt ist, wie der „ruhrschleichweg“ zwischen
Mülheim und Dortmund...
@rubina: ...den song kannte ich zwar bisher noch nicht, aber die
band „Man Man“ gibt es wirklich – scheint ein ziemlich abgefahrener haufen
in der tradition des legendären New Yorker duos „They Might Be Giants“
zu sein – hier die homepage der band http://www.wearemanman.com/manman.html
...noch so ein abgefahrener song, den man dort als video anschauen kann...:
http://www.wearemanman.com/mstach.mov
...beim stichwort They Might Be Giants muss ich doch mal schauen, ob YT
auch etwas in sachen der lieblingsband meiner ersten ex-freundin zu bieten
hat...
...ist ja doll – die haben meine 3 favoriten vorrätig... – „Ana Ng“
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dQLkxz6c2E
------------------------THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS------------------------
------------------------------------ANA NG------------------------------------
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool and it never ends
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating:
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"
They don't need me here, and I know you're there (don't need me)
Where the world goes by like the humid air (world goes by)
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away (it goes home)
And the truth is, we don't know anything (don't know)
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
…und der zweite streich – “Birdhouse In Your Soul”…:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fW_hSNHZiBc
-------------THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS-------------
-----------BIRDHOUSE IN YOUR SOUL-----------
Im your only friend
Im not your only friend
But Im a little glowing friend
But really Im not actually your friend
But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
Its a simple message and Im leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My storys infinite
Like the longines symphonette it doesnt rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Im your only friend
Im not your only friend
But Im a little glowing friend
But really Im not actually your friend
But I am
Theres a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
Id be fired if that were my job
After killing jason off and countless screaming argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(and while youre at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while youre at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while youre at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
…und dann noch die lustige adaption des 50iger jahre oldies “Istanbul(Not Constantinople)...:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsQrKZcYtqg
...endgeiles video – das singende kamel ist die härte...
vorbeizuschauen...
@heizi: ...oh ich seh gerad - die haben da bei Amarillo auch so was wie die
„A 40“...
...ob die wohl auch so überfüllt ist, wie der „ruhrschleichweg“ zwischen
Mülheim und Dortmund...
@rubina: ...den song kannte ich zwar bisher noch nicht, aber die
band „Man Man“ gibt es wirklich – scheint ein ziemlich abgefahrener haufen
in der tradition des legendären New Yorker duos „They Might Be Giants“
zu sein – hier die homepage der band http://www.wearemanman.com/manman.html
...noch so ein abgefahrener song, den man dort als video anschauen kann...:
http://www.wearemanman.com/mstach.mov
...beim stichwort They Might Be Giants muss ich doch mal schauen, ob YT
auch etwas in sachen der lieblingsband meiner ersten ex-freundin zu bieten
hat...
...ist ja doll – die haben meine 3 favoriten vorrätig... – „Ana Ng“
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dQLkxz6c2E
------------------------THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS------------------------
------------------------------------ANA NG------------------------------------
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool and it never ends
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating:
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"
They don't need me here, and I know you're there (don't need me)
Where the world goes by like the humid air (world goes by)
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away (it goes home)
And the truth is, we don't know anything (don't know)
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
…und der zweite streich – “Birdhouse In Your Soul”…:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fW_hSNHZiBc
-------------THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS-------------
-----------BIRDHOUSE IN YOUR SOUL-----------
Im your only friend
Im not your only friend
But Im a little glowing friend
But really Im not actually your friend
But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
Its a simple message and Im leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My storys infinite
Like the longines symphonette it doesnt rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Im your only friend
Im not your only friend
But Im a little glowing friend
But really Im not actually your friend
But I am
Theres a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
Id be fired if that were my job
After killing jason off and countless screaming argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(and while youre at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while youre at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while youre at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say Im the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
…und dann noch die lustige adaption des 50iger jahre oldies “Istanbul(Not Constantinople)...:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsQrKZcYtqg
...endgeiles video – das singende kamel ist die härte...
hierbei bekommt Bodypainting eine ganz neue Dimension
_–>"0"<–_ Influences _–>"0"<–_
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRVts7TFw-Y&NR
ich wußte gar nicht das Latexfarbe so flexibel ist
_–>"0"<–_ Influences _–>"0"<–_
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRVts7TFw-Y&NR
ich wußte gar nicht das Latexfarbe so flexibel ist