zaterdag 24 juli 2010
Bang Bang Bang
"Bang Bang Bang" is the first single taken from Record Collection, the third studio album by Mark Ronson, released under the moniker 'Mark Ronson & The Business Intl.' The song features rapper Q-Tip and singer Amanda Warner of MNDR. It The song is based on the popular French Canadian children's song "Alouette", which means "skylark or Leeuwerik". The chorus directly references lyrics from "Alouette" including the line "Je te plumerai la tête", which means "I shall pluck your head or Ik pluk je hoofd kaal". The beginning of the music video also depicts a young girl singing the opening lines to 'Alouette'.
Un, deux, trois
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking, around my head
Your information
But there's no hiding, behind moulting feathers
On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the sho'
40k contract, take it out the do'
Dice, symbolise my life, roll 'em on the flo'
From your grubby hands, as you hand the grand stand
You live a shitty life, we live a bon, bon vie
Hotter than the book, while we watch the tv
Think you got us fooled, ooh never again
First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end
No way, bang you're dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang you're dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward
No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world
Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin'
With late night divisions, and lab app decisions
But based with decisions, to fight a fricasse
And you've clearly decided, on how to handle me
Difficile, immbocile, is it fake, is it real
Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep
There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town
If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high
Numbers, you got that number
You're looking outwards, and don't see the big picture
Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words
Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (your own wings)
No way, bang you're dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang you're dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth
We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you
Stories (you with the tall tales), how many stories (so many tall tales)
We climb the structure (you scale the ladder)
You build it higher (you make us madder)
We take our aim (so now we're bearin' off)
You perch above your nest ( _ in your charms)
The stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head)
That's what got you dead
No way, bang you're dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang you're dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang, bang, bang
When feathers fly, you deny everything (alouette)
Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang, bang, bang (alouette)
When feathers fly, you deny everything yo
Un, deux, trois
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking, around my head
Your information
But there's no hiding, behind moulting feathers
On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the sho'
40k contract, take it out the do'
Dice, symbolise my life, roll 'em on the flo'
From your grubby hands, as you hand the grand stand
You live a shitty life, we live a bon, bon vie
Hotter than the book, while we watch the tv
Think you got us fooled, ooh never again
First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end
No way, bang you're dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang you're dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward
No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world
Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin'
With late night divisions, and lab app decisions
But based with decisions, to fight a fricasse
And you've clearly decided, on how to handle me
Difficile, immbocile, is it fake, is it real
Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep
There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town
If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high
Numbers, you got that number
You're looking outwards, and don't see the big picture
Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words
Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (your own wings)
No way, bang you're dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang you're dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth
We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you
Stories (you with the tall tales), how many stories (so many tall tales)
We climb the structure (you scale the ladder)
You build it higher (you make us madder)
We take our aim (so now we're bearin' off)
You perch above your nest ( _ in your charms)
The stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head)
That's what got you dead
No way, bang you're dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang you're dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang, bang, bang
When feathers fly, you deny everything (alouette)
Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang, bang, bang (alouette)
When feathers fly, you deny everything yo
Lijnen in mijn hoofd
Lam de Wolf is een kunstenares die bekend staat om het lijnenspel in zowel haar sculpturen als haar kledingstukken en hoofddeksels.
De Wolf werkt met losse elementen, rasterpatronen, rechthoekige en vierkante lijnen van textiel. Het zijn de elementen waarmee ze haar composities maakt. Vaak spelen woorden een belangrijke rol.
De kunstenares spaarde teksten van dichters en schrijvers over bewust leven, onrecht en vergankelijkheid. Ze confronteren de kijker en zetten aan het denken
In Tilburg is een dwarsdoorsnede van het oeuvre van De Wolf te zien: van draagbare objecten van rafelig textiel tot monumentale muurtekeningen. Filmopnames uit verschillende perioden geven toelichting op het werk.
Wanneer: 26 juni t/m 12 september
Waar: Textielmuseum, Tilburg
De Wolf werkt met losse elementen, rasterpatronen, rechthoekige en vierkante lijnen van textiel. Het zijn de elementen waarmee ze haar composities maakt. Vaak spelen woorden een belangrijke rol.
De kunstenares spaarde teksten van dichters en schrijvers over bewust leven, onrecht en vergankelijkheid. Ze confronteren de kijker en zetten aan het denken
In Tilburg is een dwarsdoorsnede van het oeuvre van De Wolf te zien: van draagbare objecten van rafelig textiel tot monumentale muurtekeningen. Filmopnames uit verschillende perioden geven toelichting op het werk.
Wanneer: 26 juni t/m 12 september
Waar: Textielmuseum, Tilburg
Porselein
In het diepste van m'n ziel
Ben ik eenzaam en fragiel
Maar ik staar de wereld aan
Als een winnaar
En het leven lacht me toe
Bij om 't even wat ik doe
Elke keer zal ik er staan
Als een winnaar
Maar soms voel ik me zo klein
Wil ik iemand anders zijn
Diep van binnen kwijn ik weg van de pijn
Porselein
Behandel mij heel zacht
Porselein
Verbrijzeld door je lach
Porselein
Poreus en onderhuids
Als een winnaar
Haal jij me onderuit
Mijn gedachten slaan op hol
Ik verval weer in m'n rol
En zal m'n eigen gang weer gaan
Als een winnaar
Ik kan vechten als een vrouw
Zoals ik strijden zal om jou
En ruim de vijand van de baan
Als een winnaar
Maar van binnen ben ik broos
Heel geremd en hulpeloos
In m'n hart ben ik vernederd en boos
Ik weet het wel
Niemand die me vragen stelt
En niemand die m'n naam vergeet
Ik weet het wel
Niemand die me wakker belt
En nooit eens iemand die m'n dromen leest
Niemand die me stoort
Niemand die me hoort
Niemand die me kust als ik wakker word
Niemand die me mist
Niemand die me haat
Niemand die de deur voor me open laat
Niemand die me kent
Niemand die me streelt
Niemand die me ooit eens een moment verveelt
Niemand voor mezelf
Niemand om te zijn
Wie is net als ik van porselein
Ben ik eenzaam en fragiel
Maar ik staar de wereld aan
Als een winnaar
En het leven lacht me toe
Bij om 't even wat ik doe
Elke keer zal ik er staan
Als een winnaar
Maar soms voel ik me zo klein
Wil ik iemand anders zijn
Diep van binnen kwijn ik weg van de pijn
Porselein
Behandel mij heel zacht
Porselein
Verbrijzeld door je lach
Porselein
Poreus en onderhuids
Als een winnaar
Haal jij me onderuit
Mijn gedachten slaan op hol
Ik verval weer in m'n rol
En zal m'n eigen gang weer gaan
Als een winnaar
Ik kan vechten als een vrouw
Zoals ik strijden zal om jou
En ruim de vijand van de baan
Als een winnaar
Maar van binnen ben ik broos
Heel geremd en hulpeloos
In m'n hart ben ik vernederd en boos
Ik weet het wel
Niemand die me vragen stelt
En niemand die m'n naam vergeet
Ik weet het wel
Niemand die me wakker belt
En nooit eens iemand die m'n dromen leest
Niemand die me stoort
Niemand die me hoort
Niemand die me kust als ik wakker word
Niemand die me mist
Niemand die me haat
Niemand die de deur voor me open laat
Niemand die me kent
Niemand die me streelt
Niemand die me ooit eens een moment verveelt
Niemand voor mezelf
Niemand om te zijn
Wie is net als ik van porselein
Amanda Warner
Electro-pop up-and-comer, laser lover and self-professed sci-fi nerd, MNDR’s Amanda Warner takes us where no man has gone before—on a star trek of sorts through Chelsea’s best-kept secrets.
"Oh my god, I love Battlestar Galactica!” screams New York–based techno-pop juggernaut Amanda Warner. Apparently, she’s a science fiction fan. “You’re planning to write about how nerdy I am, aren’t you?” But the Fargo-born Warner—one half of retro-futuristic dance-pop outfit MNDR, alongside producer and collaborator Peter Wade—isn’t afraid to embrace her fangirl side. Over the course of an afternoon in May, she betrays a fondness for Blade Runner, legendary sci-fi author Robert A. Heinlein and, yes, Battlestar. Given the amount of time she spends in Wade’s Chelsea recording studio and the fact that she designed the Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ synthesizer rig, it should come as no surprise that Warner treats music-making gizmos like old friends. “Different drum machines have their own personalities,” she says. “Some were made to be really synthetic. Some are stiff. Some can swing. I like trying to understand what makes each one special. But machines aren’t my slaves like they are in science fiction stories—they’re my little buddies.”
Warner moved from Oakland, California, to New York a year ago to work as a songwriter for hire. But it was only after meeting Wade that she began to consider fronting her own act. Before long, MNDR was opening for bands like Yacht, Massive Attack and Deerhoof. “It was totally natural,” says Wade of his partner’s career shift. “She was confident as soon as she stepped out from behind the table. It’s like there are laser beams shining on her at all times.” Together, the duo uploaded four tracks to MySpace last year. Glowing word of mouth spread like wildfire, and the songs eventually morphed into MNDR’s debut EP, E.P.E. Mega-producers Diplo and Mark Ronson have already remixed two of their tracks, and the band is currently at work on their first full-length album, tentatively scheduled for release late this fall.
Prior to landing in the Big Apple, Warner had been skipping around the country with the careless attitude of a true nomad. But she intends to stick around Manhattan for a while. “New York has been really warm to me, which has been nice because it’s a really discerning city,” she says. “It makes me a better musician, because everything I do here matters on some level. I have to be good at every show. There’s something liberating about that.”
"Oh my god, I love Battlestar Galactica!” screams New York–based techno-pop juggernaut Amanda Warner. Apparently, she’s a science fiction fan. “You’re planning to write about how nerdy I am, aren’t you?” But the Fargo-born Warner—one half of retro-futuristic dance-pop outfit MNDR, alongside producer and collaborator Peter Wade—isn’t afraid to embrace her fangirl side. Over the course of an afternoon in May, she betrays a fondness for Blade Runner, legendary sci-fi author Robert A. Heinlein and, yes, Battlestar. Given the amount of time she spends in Wade’s Chelsea recording studio and the fact that she designed the Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ synthesizer rig, it should come as no surprise that Warner treats music-making gizmos like old friends. “Different drum machines have their own personalities,” she says. “Some were made to be really synthetic. Some are stiff. Some can swing. I like trying to understand what makes each one special. But machines aren’t my slaves like they are in science fiction stories—they’re my little buddies.”
Warner moved from Oakland, California, to New York a year ago to work as a songwriter for hire. But it was only after meeting Wade that she began to consider fronting her own act. Before long, MNDR was opening for bands like Yacht, Massive Attack and Deerhoof. “It was totally natural,” says Wade of his partner’s career shift. “She was confident as soon as she stepped out from behind the table. It’s like there are laser beams shining on her at all times.” Together, the duo uploaded four tracks to MySpace last year. Glowing word of mouth spread like wildfire, and the songs eventually morphed into MNDR’s debut EP, E.P.E. Mega-producers Diplo and Mark Ronson have already remixed two of their tracks, and the band is currently at work on their first full-length album, tentatively scheduled for release late this fall.
Prior to landing in the Big Apple, Warner had been skipping around the country with the careless attitude of a true nomad. But she intends to stick around Manhattan for a while. “New York has been really warm to me, which has been nice because it’s a really discerning city,” she says. “It makes me a better musician, because everything I do here matters on some level. I have to be good at every show. There’s something liberating about that.”
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