Big Thief – Two Hands (2019)

Datos y créditos de Two Hands

Por sorpresa, Big Thief anuncian en 2019 un segundo disco, continuación del excelente U.F.O.F., titulado Two Hands y presentado como el «gemelo terrenal» del ya citado UFOF. Sus dos adelantos, ‘Not’ y ‘Forgotten Eyes‘, prometen otro disco al nivel del primero de 2019, convirtiéndoles en uno de los grupos fundamentales para entender el indie-rock en el final de esta década.

  • Título: Two Hands
  • Artista: Big Thief
  • Sello: 4AD
  • Fecha: 07/12/2019
  • Duración: 40
  • Estilo/género: Indie-Rock

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Crítica y nota de Two Hands

Lo sentimos, de momento Two Hands no dispone de crítica en Hipersónica


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Las letras de Two Hands, de Big Thief

Letras de Forgotten Eyes

Forgotten eyes are the ones that we lose
Forgotten hands are the ones which we choose
To let go of, and they are no less a bruise on the
Collective arm‚ keeping us hanging on
Forgotten dance is the one left at birth
Forgotten plans to the fossils of earth
And they’ve all passed and they are no less the dirt
And become the soil

(Chorus)
The wound has no direction;
Everybody needs a home and deserves protection

[Ride away] on any street where no sirens can hear
There’s just trash and soiled needless‚ clawing for the mirror
And no crying‚ but it is no less a tear and becomes the cheek
With which we smile
[Ride away on any], is it they or is it I?
Is it me who is more hollow as I’m quickly passing by?
And the poison is killing them, but then‚ so am I, as I turn away

(Chorus)

Forgotten tongue is the language of love

Letras de Not

It’s not the energy reeling
Nor the lines in your face
Nor the clouds on the ceiling
Nor the clouds in space
It’s not the phone on the table
Nor the bed in the earth
Nor the bed in the stable
Nor your stable words
It’s not the formless being
Nor the cry in the air
Nor the boy I’m seeing
With her long black hair
It’s not the open weaving
Nor the furnace glow
Nor the blood of you bleeding
As you try to let go

[Chorus]
It’s not the room
Not beginning
Not the crowd
Not winning
Not the planet
Not spinning
Not a rouse
Not heat
Not the fire lapping up the creek
Not food
Not to eat

[Verse 2]
Not the meat of your thigh
Not the need of your sigh
Nor your spine tattoo
Nor your shimmery eye
Nor the wet of the dew
It’s not the warm illusion
Nor the crack in the plate
Nor the breath of confusion
Nor the starkness of slate

[Chorus]
It’s not the room
Not beginning
Not the crowd
Not winning
Not the planet
Not spinning
Not a rouse
Not heat
Not the fire lapping up the creek
Not food
Not to eat

[Verse 3]
Not what you really wanted
Nor the mess in your purse
Nor the bed that is haunted
With the blanket of thirst
It’s not the hunger revealing
Nor the ricochet in the cave
Nor the hand that is healing
Nor the nameless grave

[Chorus]
It’s not the room
Not beginning
Not the crowd
Not winning
Not the planet
Not spinning
Not a rouse
Not heat
Not the fire lapping up the creek
Not food
Not to eat

Not to die
Not dying
Not to laugh
Not lying
Not the vacant wilderness vying
Not to vacate wilderness fighting [?]

[Outro]
It’s not the room
Not beginning
Not the crowd
Not winning
Not the planet
Not spinning