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21 de março de 2013

Mark Lanegan - Whiskey for the Holy Ghost

The Tune for Today is:


Mark Lanegan - Borracho


Album Version






Live Version




Oh....oh (4x's) 
Trouble comes in slowly 
A neverlasting light come to shine all over me 
Bright in the mornin' 
Like all of heaven's love come to shine on me 
And to you who never need 
Fuck yourselves, I need some more room to breathe 

Here comes the devil, prowl around 
One whiskey for evey ghost 
And I'm sorry for what I've done 
Cause it's me who knows what it cost 

It breaks and it breathes, and it tears you apart 
It bites and it bleeds 
And this desert turns to ocean over me 

Here come the devil, prowl around 
One whiskey for every ghost 
And I'm sorry for what I said 
I said I just don't care anymore 

A fool can feed on the notion 
Sees and believes 
And this desert turns to ocean over me 

Trouble comes in slowly 
A neverlasting light come to shine all over me 
At the dead end to mornin' darlin' 
With all of heaven's love come to shine on me 

The fool that feeds on the notion 
Sees and believes 
And this desert turns to ocean over me 

Here come the devil, buy the round 
One whiskey for every ghost 
And I'm sorry for what I done 
Lord it's me who knows what it costs 

The fool that feeds on the notion 
Sees and believes 
And this desert turns to ocean over me 

Here come the devil, prowlin' round 
One whiskey for every ghost 
And I'm sorry for what I said 
I said I just don't care anymore 
It breaks and it breathes and it tears you apart 
Gonna bite, gonna bleed 
Til this desert turns to ocean over me



Review by Mark Deming (allmusic)

Mark Lanegan's first solo album, 1990's The Winding Sheet, was a darker, quieter, and more emotionally troubling affair than what fans were accustomed to from his work as lead singer with the Screaming Trees. The follow-up album, 1994 's Whiskey for the Holy Ghost, used The Winding Sheet's sound and style as a starting point, with Lanegan and producer/instrumentalist Mike Johnson constructing resonant but low-key instrumental backdrops for the singer's tales of heartbreak, alcohol, and dashed hopes. While The Winding Sheet often sounded inspired but tentative, like the solo project from a member of an established band, Whiskey for the Holy Ghost speaks with a quiet but steely confidence of an artist emerging with his own distinct vision. The songs are more literate and better realized than on the debut, the arrangements are subtle and supportive (often eschewing electric guitars for keyboards and acoustic instruments), and Lanegan's voice, bathed in bourbon and nicotine, transforms the deep sorrow of the country blues (a clear inspiration for this music) into something new, compelling, and entirely his own. Whiskey for the Holy Ghost made it clear that Mark Lanegan had truly arrived as a solo artist, and it ranks alongside American Music Club's Everclear as one of the best "dark night of the soul" albums of the 1990s.




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20 de dezembro de 2012

Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan - Sunday at Devil Dirt

The tune for today is:

Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan - The Raven





And in the dawning of the day in late september
There came a weeping from outside my chamber door
Weary from fever I rose up?
A Raven with a broken wing yet nothing more

I turn my head the once and bird become a damsel
With lips of cherry, ivory skin and lustrous hair
Open the doorway wide and smile for her to enter
Not in my lifetime seen a beast so rare

Sweet thighs of ruin how I loved her, and I loved her
She muttered low and helped me to her infant breasts
Deliverance was long and strong as god's my witness
Babylon burning sorrow known with each caress

And let the night in
For you were broken
Too I'll to touch
Too much

And with the medal Eguinal had done their duty
The morning glory lying awoke with duly low
I breathed my last the day the warning bell was knelling
She smoothed her feathers down and flew out my window

And let the night in
But you were broken
Too I'll to touch
Too much

And let the night in
For you were broken
Too I'll to touch
Too much

And let the night in
For you were broken
Too I'll to touch
Too much



Review by Tim Sendra (allmusic)


The second collaboration between Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan, 2008's Sunday at Devil Dirt, follows roughly the same template as the first, 2006's Ballad of the Broken Seas. The songs hit all the same signposts with stops at the lowdown country blues, and melancholy orchestral pop à la Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood, restrained British folk, and dramatic Bad Seeds-lite balladry. Once again,Campbell reverses the traditional pop formula of a male Svengali, writing, producing, and molding his female talent by writing all the songs and doing all the production and arranging herself, leavingLanegan in the diva role. In fact, Devil Dirt is almost a carbon copy of Broken Seas in every way (except for the decidedly cheap looking album art). This similarity could be problematic and make the album less impressive or desirable; fortunately, the formula is strong and worth revisiting. Campbell's arranging skills have grown some too, though they were already strong, and the production is clean and dramatic. In spots, it verges on too clean (a little more grit would have made some of the songs more powerful, a little less NPR, and a little more dangerous) but never to the point of dulling the songs impact. The real treat of the record is hearing Lanegan's gruff baritone mesh queasily with Campbell's paper-thin vocals, their duets on "Who Built the Road?" and "Keep Me in Mind, Sweetheart" to name two are quite entertaining and charming. Lanegan's solo spots are treated with his trademark broken down melancholy growl; he's remarkably steady and reliable throughout (this album and his career) and gives the album a rocksteady foundation of melancholy soul. Campbell's vocal feature is a bit of a wobbler, though, as hearing her purr her way through a 12-bar blues is territory better left to Holly Golightly, she just sounds kittenish instead of sultry here. It's really the only stumble on the album though and more proof that a Svengali is better off staying in the background, especially if the world of sound he creates is as captivating as what Campbell creates on Sunday at Devil Dirt.

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