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In the midst of this summer air, nothing feels right. My head is confused, the environment around is deafening, and I don't feel well at all, better go see the doctor.
"Excuse me... during this time I need something genuine and interesting"
Here's what was prescribed to me without any doubt: "The Arcade Fire - Funeral"... bizarre name for a medication, I think. Composition: Violin, Harp, Bass, Cello, Xylophones, and related instruments.
Unfortunately, when I got home, I swallowed those ten black pearls all at once without reading the contraindications! Oops.
They aren't hallucinogens, they aren't aspirin, but I feel better as the effect of the first pearl "Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)" starts roaming in my head with an engaging voice, an interesting drum, and a combination of pop wave sounds that will represent all of my mental delirium.
The environment around seems less dull, and the delirious effect continues to rise with the spectacular "Crown of Love" that decides to grind my mind with its "If you still want me, please forgive me, because the spark is not within me" which almost seems like a delightful lullaby that pushes me to follow the rhythm with a "Na na naaa..." that almost feels poetic.
Brrr... chills rise and this "medicine" decides to give me no respite, continues to destroy me with "Neighborhood #2" and its beginning that manages to remind me of any traditional dance in a small town lost among the hills mixed with a very, very determined voice that lets itself be carried away by this aggressive-repressed melody. My body lets itself float through "Une Annee Sans Lumiere", "Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)" and "Haiti" to be delighted with "Wake Up" as dessert, as a good delirium demands.
Dessert made of a slow trailing melody where the light and static rhythm is guided by the ensemble of products used to create these pills (instruments galore!) and a nice guitar followed by choruses that fill everything.
I look around, I found something really interesting.
Reflecting on it, it's not a cheerful album, not at all. Yet it makes me feel good, and for a pack of medicine, that's not bad. I feel bad, I'm prescribed treatments based on light melancholy and I feel good.
It's exciting how music can be strange and contradictory. The environment is less tense, life is the same, but I feel some strings in my body occasionally emitting signs of life. It's not a little.
Recommended for: all those looking for a home within some good medicine that doesn't harm and have their inner strings completely out of tune.
I only have two questions left: "Who needs help more, me or the doctor...?"
... "And what if the doctor actually spends his free time as a pusher..?"
I'm not looking for answers, I'll keep the doctor.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
02 Neighborhood #2 (Laïka) (03:32)
Alexander, our older brother,
set out for a great adventure.
He tore our images out of his pictures,
he scratched our names out of all his letters.
Our mother shoulda just named you Laika!
Come on Alex, you can do it.
Come on Alex, there's nothin' to it.
If you want somethin' don't ask for nothin,
if you want nothin' don't ask for somethin'!
Our mother shoulda just named you Laika!
It's for your own good,
it's for the neighborhood!
For the neighborhood
Our older brother bit by a Vampire!
For a year we caught his tears in a cup.
And now we're gonna make him drink it.
Come on Alex don't die or dry up!
Our mother shoulda just named you Laika!
It's for your own good,
it's for the neighborhood!
When daddy comes home you always start a fight,
so the neighbors can dance in the police disco lights.
The police disco lights.
Now the neighbors can dance! (x4)
03 Une année sans lumière (03:41)
Hey! The streetlights all burnt out.
Une année sans lumières.
Je monte un cheval,
Qui porte des oeillères.
Hey, my eyes are shooting sparks,
La nuit, mes yeux t'éclairent.
Ne dis pas à ton père
Qu'il porte des oeillières.
Hey, your old man should know,
If you see a shadow,
There's something there.
So hey! my eyes are shooting sparks,
La nuit mes yeux t'éclairent,
Ne dis pas à ton père
Qu'il porte des oeillères.
Hey, your old man should know,
If you see a shadow,
There's something there
07 Wake Up (05:35)
Somethin' filled up
My heart with nothin',
Someone told me not to cry.
But now that I'm older,
My heart's colder,
And I can see that it's a lie...
Children wake up,
Hold your mistake up,
Before they turn the summer into dust.
If the children don't grow up,
Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We're just a million little gods causin' rain storms, turnin' every good thing to
rust.
I guess we'll just have to adjust!...
With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin' to be
When the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.
With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am goin’
With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am go-goin’
You better look out below!
08 Haïti (04:07)
Haïti, mon pays
Wounded mother I'll never see
Ma famille set me free
Throw my ashes into the sea
Mes cousins jamais nés
Hauntent les nuits des Duvaliers
Rien n'arrête nos esprits
Guns can't kill what soldiers can't see
In the forest we are hiding
Unmarked graves where flowers grow
Hear the soldiers angry yelling
In the river we will go
Tous les morts-nés forment une armée
Soon we will reclaim the earth
All the tears and all the bodies
Bring about our second birth
Haïti, never free
N'aie pas peur de sonner l'alarme
Tes enfants sont partis
In those days their blood was still warm.
09 Rebellion (Lies) (05:11)
Sleeping is giving in,
No matter what the time is.
Sleeping is giving in,
So lift those heavy eyelids.
People say that you'll die
Faster than without water.
But we know it's just a lie,
Scare your son, scare your daughter.
People say that your dreams
Are the only things that save ya.
Come on baby in our dreams,
We can live our misbehavior.
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes
People try and hide the night
Underneath the covers.
People try and hide the light
Underneath the covers.
Come on hide your lovers
Underneath the covers,
Come on hide your lovers
Underneath the covers.
Hidin' from your brothers
Underneath the covers,
Come on hide your lovers
Underneath the covers.
People say let's just die
Faster than without water,
But we know it's just a lie,
Scare your son, scare your daughter,
Scare your son, scare your daughter.
Scare your son, scare your daughter.
Now here's the sun, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the moon, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the sun, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the moon it's alright
(Lies, lies!)
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes
(Lies, lies!)
10 In the Backseat (06:20)
I like the peace
In the backseat
I don't have to drive
I don't have to speak
I can watch the countryside
And I can fall asleep
My family tree's
Losing all it's leaves
Crashing towards the driver's seat
The lightning bolt had enough heat
To melt the street beneath your feet
Alice died
In the night
I've been learning to drive
My whole life
I've been learning
I like the peace
In the backseat
I don't have to drive
I don't have to speak
I only can watch the countryside
Alice died
In the night
I've been learning to drive
My whole life
I've been learning how
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By damaskinos
Funeral is a paradox. It should express absence, loss, discouragement. Instead, it sounds so euphoric and life-affirming.
Funeral manages to divinely blend orchestral movements with offbeat pulses; melancholic and experimental beginnings that suddenly burst into post-punk tailspins.
By rob1
This debut by Arcade Fire is a great little album, filled as it is with intensity, emotions, and at least a handful of memorable songs.
The ensemble ultimately remains not very dispersive and well-calibrated.
By diciattre
"Songs that take you by the hand in the critical moment of crying, of despair, and guide you into the phase where you think 'Okay, let’s roll up our sleeves and try to make sense of this life.'"
"A record that literally made even David Bowie fall in love with this family band."
By Bert
The music is sad but played in a cheerful way so that everything seems spontaneous.
Funeral is an album worthy of careful analysis, being the first album by the Canadian Indie Rock group Arcade Fire.
