Biografía:
Phosphorescent es la banda (unipersona) de Mathew Houck [procedente de USA], de sonido predominantemente folk acústico (con suaves guitarras y sedosas percusiones, sumadas a voces rasgadas) pero que lleva consigo un peculiar sello distintivo: los abundantes coros.
Una descripción menos académica diría que este sonido-amor-fosforescente es una provocación sonora, la lírica está desnuda como la poesía, y el fondo está lleno de eco y reverberante
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Otras canciones:
- Song For Zula
- Wolves
- A New Anhedonia
- A Picture Of Our Torn Up Praise
- All Of It All
- Cest La Vie No 2
- Christmas Down Under
- Cocaine Lights
- Down To Go
- Endless
- Last Thing I Needed
- Los Angeles
- Mermaid Parade
- Mrs Juliette Low
- Muchachos Tune
- My Beautiful Boy
- My Dove My Lamb
- New Birth In New England
- Nothing Was Stolen Love Me Foolishly
- Pretty
- Ride On Right On
- Salt And Blues
- Terror In The Canyons The Wounded Master
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Simple song, aside from the irregular time signature. The verse is in 7/4 (2 + 1 + 4,
corresponding to
chord duration), and the chorus is in 5/4 (2 + 1 + 2). The notation reflects this:
parentheses enclose
the measures; chords and forward slashes are assigned one beat each. Thus, the verse is
2 beats of
F#m, 1 beat of A, then 4 of E (the whole thing being repeated 4 times, of course). As
you can hear in
the song, he phrases them more like 3 + 4 and 3 + 2, with the A acting as a pick-up beat
into the
second half of the measure. Ok, less talk, more play.
Verse: ( F#m / A E / / / )
Chorus: ( B / A E / ) x3, then ( F#m / A E / / / )
Verse 1:
The call of the night came and we called it a day
The howling at midnight had called me away
Out in the moonlight on a half-bended knee
I said, Oh now, cousin, hey, what’s happened to me
Verse 2:
All of the colors I couldn’t believe
I called out, now cousin, hey, are you foolin with me?
All of the pleasures now avoiding me
All the music now boring to me
Chorus 1:
Oh it's unbearable then
To find you feeling so terrible, friend
I know you were chasing it, ah well you had to have been
So holy and wasted, like a prayer in the wind
Verse 3:
Out of my shoes I stepped clear of the trees
Out on the dunes among the towering reeds
Out in the blue we both bowed in the breeze
All the music now foreign to me
Chorus 2:
Oh it's unbearable then
To find you feeling so terrible, friend
To know you were chasing it, ah well you had to have been
So holy and wasted, like a prayer in the wind
All holy and wasted
Just a prayer in the wind
corresponding to
chord duration), and the chorus is in 5/4 (2 + 1 + 2). The notation reflects this:
parentheses enclose
the measures; chords and forward slashes are assigned one beat each. Thus, the verse is
2 beats of
F#m, 1 beat of A, then 4 of E (the whole thing being repeated 4 times, of course). As
you can hear in
the song, he phrases them more like 3 + 4 and 3 + 2, with the A acting as a pick-up beat
into the
second half of the measure. Ok, less talk, more play.
Verse: ( F#m / A E / / / )
Chorus: ( B / A E / ) x3, then ( F#m / A E / / / )
Verse 1:
The call of the night came and we called it a day
The howling at midnight had called me away
Out in the moonlight on a half-bended knee
I said, Oh now, cousin, hey, what’s happened to me
Verse 2:
All of the colors I couldn’t believe
I called out, now cousin, hey, are you foolin with me?
All of the pleasures now avoiding me
All the music now boring to me
Chorus 1:
Oh it's unbearable then
To find you feeling so terrible, friend
I know you were chasing it, ah well you had to have been
So holy and wasted, like a prayer in the wind
Verse 3:
Out of my shoes I stepped clear of the trees
Out on the dunes among the towering reeds
Out in the blue we both bowed in the breeze
All the music now foreign to me
Chorus 2:
Oh it's unbearable then
To find you feeling so terrible, friend
To know you were chasing it, ah well you had to have been
So holy and wasted, like a prayer in the wind
All holy and wasted
Just a prayer in the wind
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