Feng Shui – Gnarls Barkley
St. Elsewhere (2006)

In this house the decor is obvious up scour
See clearly the theory of less is more
A plant a pet
Books on a shelf
And a frame on the wall where you can
Picture yourself

And you’re welcome to stay
But even your company must complement
The Feng Shui

Even down to what I have on
They do wonder to what
Extents I have gone
Tailored and tapered couture to the curb
Demanding the attention
That it does deserve
Fabrics for the forecast of the day
I admit it
Everything is fitted to fall in Feng Shui

More importantly the way that I move
If I’m in your town my needles down
On the groove
On site they know my song
And it ain’t slow and it sho ain’t long

You see I do not play
Forgiveth me father I was forced
Out of Feng Shui
A flow as subtle as a summer breeze
Whispering winds through
The talking trees
Too big to be boxed in it bobs and weaves
It evolves it solves it gives and receives

And everything I say is
calculated appropriated

My Girls – Animal Collective
Merriweather Post Pavillion- (2009)

There isn’t much there if I’d need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl and by my spouse
I only want a proper house

There isn’t much there if I’d need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl and by my spouse
I only want a proper house

There isn’t much there if I’d need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl and by my spouse
I only want a proper house

There isn’t much there if I’d need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl and by my spouse
I only want a proper house

I don’t care for fancy things
Or to take part in the vicious race
But to provide for one who asks
I will with heart on my father’s grave

I don’t care for fancy things
Or to take part in the vicious race
But to provide for one who asks
I will with heart on my father’s grave

On my father’s grave, on my father’s grave
On my father’s grave, on my father’s grave
On my father’s grave, on my father’s grave
On my father’s grave, on my father’s grave

I don’t mean to seem like I care about material things
Like our social stats
I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls

I don’t mean to seem like I care about material things
Like our social stats
I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls

There isn’t much there if I’d need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl and by my spouse
I only want a proper house

I don’t care for fancy things
Or to take part in the vicious race
But to provide for one who asks
I will with heart on my father’s grave

On my father’s grave, on my father’s grave
On my father’s grave, on my father’s grave
On my father’s grave, on my father’s grave
On my father’s grave, on my father’s grave

I don’t mean to seem like I care about material things
Like our social stats
I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls

I don’t mean to seem like I care about material things
Like our social stats
I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls

I don’t mean to seem like I care about material things
Like our social stats
I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls

I don’t mean to seem like I care about material things
Like our social stats
I just want four walls and adobe slats for my girls

Techno Casa – an introduction to from www.365loops.com on Vimeo.

Techno Casa – an introduction to – Riccardo Benassi

Produced by Xing for
Live Arts Week II / Gianni Peng
liveartsweek.it
Images and text: Riccardo Benassi / 365loops.com
Animations: Jurij Magoga / fibrilla.me
Original soundtrack composed by Riccardo Benassi
Voice by Margareth Kammerer
Production Assistant: Marianna Liosi

fonte:
http://www.abitare.it/it/performance-2/techno-casa-riccardo-benassi/

My new house – The Fall
This Nation’s Saving Grace (1985)

My new house
You should see my house
My new house
You should see my new house

No rabbit hutch about it
I bought it off the baptists
I get the bills
And I get miffed
At the damn polyester fills
The interior is a prison unconscious

My new house
Keep away from my new house

Wash the drawers of pills
It’s got window sills
With lead centred in the middle of them

My new house
Is no beatnik hang-out

That Halifax copter
Sure dropped me a cropper

Sometimes I think I’ll ring Swine-Tax [1]
And go back to my flat

But my new house
I do love the mad things about it

According to the postman
It’s like the bleeding Bank of England

Creosote tar fence surrounds it
Those razor blades eject when I press eject

My new house
Could easily crack a mortal, it

The spare room is fine
Though a little haunted
By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13
Mr. Reagan hung himself at number 13

It’ll be great when it’s decorated
My new house

Housing (In) – Frightened Rabbit
Pedestrian Verse (2013)

Through the doldrum roar, the great northeastern lines
Coupled carriage ticking light, my metronome
I see the housing glow, the skyline of cheap gold
And crooked teeth I will call home for the day or so

You can’t carry me away now
Please don’t steal me from my house
You can’t carry me away now
I’ve just laid my head down
You can’t carry me away now
Please don’t steal me from my house
You can’t carry me
Don’t steal me from my house

Inside the housing glow
I stiffen my tired shoes
With the starch of family food
Oh, I’ve missed you so

You can’t carry me away now
Please don’t steal me from my house
You can’t carry me away now
I’ve just laid my head down
You can’t carry me away now
Please don’t steal me from my house
You can’t carry me
Don’t steal me from my house

Theo Parrish – Paradise Architects
First Floor (1998)

grazie a Francesco Marchegiano

Negative Space – Metz
Metz (2012)

negative-space.mp3

Space, feels like I’m floating in space
I’ve got to get out of this place

Turn, don’t know which way I should turn
I’ve got a hand out, You’re going to burn

I can’t take it
I got a hole in my head

I can’t take it
I got a hole in my head

Pill, don’t wanna swallow the pill
I’ve got to check out
Can’t believe I’m here still

I turn it up
Upside down

House Full Of Garbage – Shellac
Terraform Rock (1998)

House_full_of_garbage.mp3

Imagine a man so tall
back on the ceiling, he stooped over a man to get in his house.
Imagine so proud -
Build a monument to himself:
A mountain of garbage,
In his house.

Passed a boy asleep in a tent outside…
Why?
Imagine his wife asleep in they bed…
The times they make love in a…
With the doodoo and the feces on the wall.

Imagine a man so tall -
Back on the ceiling, he stooped over a man to get in his house.
Imagine a man so proud -
Build a monument to himself:
A mountain of garbage,
In his house.

Hymn to a Great City – Arvo Pärt
Hymn to a Great City – (1984)

Buchi Bui – Marzia Gaggioli
La mia isola (2011)

Buchi bui son le case che abitiamo
Buchi blu sono gli occhi tuoi stranieri
Buchi neri sono quelli nello spazio
Tu ci ridi ma non capisci un mazzo
Buchi bui son le case che abitiamo
Questa sera no non resto sul divano
Buchi bui son le disco in riva al mare
Questa sera non ho voglia di ballare
Con gli occhi aperti resto qui a sognare…

E stai con me eh eh eh eh eheh
E stai con me eh eh eh eh

Buchi neri sono quelli nella mente
Quando ti guardo non mi ricordo niente
Buchi bui sono le metropolitane
Per me sei l’unico gli altri son ciarpame
Parli a mala pena l’italiano
Ma io ti voglio dire che ti amo…

E stai con me eh eh eh eh eheh
E stai con me eh eh eh eh

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