500 geladene Gäste dürfen heute in der Kölner Kulturkirche einem Konzert der Arctic Monkeys lauschen. Für alle die, die nicht geladen sind gibt es das Konzert auch ab 21:00 auf 1Live zu hören. „Crying Lightning“ war die erste Auskopplung aus dem neuen Album „Humbug“. Heute Abend wird man hoffentlich einen größeren Vorgeschmack auf das neue Album erhalten.
„Humbug“ erscheint dann am 21.08.2009 und ist das dritte Album der britischen Indie-Band nach „Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not“ (2006) und „Favourite Worst Nightmare“ (2007). Am selben Tag spielen die Arctic Monkeys übrigens auf dem Highield Festival am Stausee Hohenfelden bei Erfurt.
Die Band wurde vor allem durch das Internet berühmt. Entgegen den Gerüchten nicht zuerst über MySpace, sondern über ihre eigene Homepage, über die sie Demoversionen kostenlos anboten. So schafften sie es, in England bei Konzerten Stadien zu füllen, ohne bereits eine Plattenfirma für ihr erstes Album gefunden zu haben.
YouTube-Video: Arctic Monkeys – Crying Lightning
Songtext/Lyrics Arctic Monkeys – Crying Lightning
Outside the café by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick n mix
Said your mistaken if you thinking that I an’t been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace,
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper,
Is all you have left and it was going to waste
Your past times
Consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying Lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it’s way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide,
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp, no gaps to claw
And your past times
Consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying Lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not have as impossible as everyone assumes
You are Crying Lightning
Your past times
Consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying Lightning
Crying Lightning
Crying Lightning
Crying Lightning
Your past times
Consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying
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