¿Quién es Sunset Rubdown? - You Go On Ahead (Trumpet Trumpet II) (video y letra)

Si tuvieramos que definir Sunset Rubdown, como una persona, diria que Sunset rubdown es Spencer Krug.
Spencer, con tan solo 33 años de edad es capaz de llevar 6 bandas: Fifths of Seven, Moonface, Swan Lake, Frog Eyes, Sunset Rubdown y Wolf Parade.
Con su estilo inigualable palpa a estas agrupaciones con su magia, pero siempre dando un estilo unico a cada una.
Spencer comprende que la musica no es otra cosa que un proceso creativo, el sabe que parte de la magia esta en la variedad de sonidos. Ese caotico pero a la vez ordenado universo de sonidos. Es consciente que encasillarse en generos no viene a nada, y en cada una de sus agrupaciones demuestra sin pretenciones que la musica es hermosa aun desde su mas simple pero siempre melodica composicion, hasta su canciones mas complejas, como Black Swan por citar alguna.

 

Wolf Parade (imagen)

Les dejo un video de la agrupacion Sunset Rubdown para que decidan:



You go on ahead
For a while
I would like
To follow you a while

You go on ahead!
For a while
I would like
To just follow you a while

And I’d like to watch the white flash of your heels
As they take turns
Breaking the desert heat
To beckon me in languages I’ve never learned

And I’d like to have you
Navigate two hills where no musicians live
And on the way
Decide what bendings of your will you’re willing to forgive

And I’d like to think the actors never banded
And I’d like to throw this trumpet down and go on empty-handed!
And I’d like to think I am not one of them
But I know I am
So I’d like to just
Follow you a while

You go on ahead for a while!
I would like to just follow you a while
And you go on ahead
For a while
I would like to just
Follow you a while

When me and the boys were out
We killed a thousand butterflies
So I put their wings into my mouth and
Said a prayer for our safe arrival
And
Then a big black car crossed our path
And I wondered whether or not that shit was empty!

You go:

See the sirens and the lizards
Flick their tongues behind the stage
See the actor keep a ritual
To keep them all at bay
He would like to come home naked
Without war paint on his face
And appear before you
Virgin white if virgins are still chaste

Soooooo wait!
And you’ve got to wait!
And you’ve got to wait!
And you’ve got to wait!
And you’ve got to wait!
And you’ve got to wait!
And you’ve got to wait for me…

And I’ll appear before you virgin white
If virgins are still chaste
Then I’d like to just
Follow you a while

And if there are two eyes in my head
There are four seasons in a year
And reflections on the water
Of a burning yellow sphere

And the days add up to weeks
Add up to months
And add up
And add up
And add up
And add up
And add up
And add up
And add up
And add up
And add up

And if there are two eyes in my head (and add up)
There are four seasons in a year (and add up)
And reflections on the water (and add up)
Of a burning yellow sphere (and add up)

And the days add up to weeks (and add up)
Add up to months (and add up)
And add up (and add up)
And add up (and add up)
To years (and add up)
Add up to years (and add up)
Add up to years! (and add up)
Add up to years! (and add up)
And add up oh…

And if reflections on the water
Sometimes look like they’re in tears
We can watch them change in shape
Without pushing
Off the pier…