Soundtracked.

This song has been in my head all day. I think that is probably a good sign. The parts of my life when I feel good and pretty cool are usually soundtracked by The Editors.

.

.

.

Dark and Moody and Cool: The Editors.

I have been addicted to this album lately. It’s like auditory crack.

The band is called The Editors and this album is called The Back Room.

It came out several years ago and I had a couple of the songs downloaded, but the other night I was at the Arclight in Hollywood (the Arclight is the go-to stuck-up, fancypants theater in LA because they do movie premieres and such there) which is right across from Amoeba Records. I popped in to buy the new Interpol album and picked up The Editors almost as an afterthought. However I have NOT stopped listening to it since then.

I like to imagine that these guys are very British and always wear dark suits and are somehow always cast in shadow. These are not men who go out during the day. They are like vampires, only not lame. They are old-school awesome. I want to hang out with them in a dark bar with red leather booths and then do something either illegal or immoral or maybe both.

This is what cool sounds like.

(If they were to ever go on tour with Franz Ferdinand, I would buy a Kenneth Cole suit and a VW bus and follow them around the country. You can come, but you have to wear that little black dress you keep in the back of your closet. And that pair of strappy black heels. That’s the deal.)


.
.
.

"Narc" by Interpol.

This song has been in my head lately. I like the dark and moody and cool. Lately.

"Narc"
Interpol

Listen to it here.



Touch your thighs, I'm the lonely one
Remember that last sweat, because that was the right one
Oh, all your mysteries are moving in the sun
I show some love and respect
Wanna get some love and respect
Baby you can see that the gazing eye won't lie
Don't give up your lover tonight
Cause it's just you, me and this wire, alright
Let's tend to the engine tonight

Oh

She found a lonely salve
She keeps on waiting for time out there
Oh love, can you love me babe?
Love, is this loving babe?
Is time turning around?

Feast your eyes, I'm the only one
Control me, console me
'Cause that's just how it should be done.
Oh, all your history's like fire from a busted gun
I show some love and respect
I don't wanna get a life of regret

But baby you can see that the gazing eye won't lie
Don't give up your lover tonight

She found a lonely salve
She keeps on waiting for time out there
Oh love, can you love me babe?
Love, is this loving babe?
Is time turning around?

We slips into the bedroom
Babe, you know me, this is alright.
Holding we'll make soon
Will sustain us through the night
Inside my bedroom baby
Touch me, oh tonight
Poses, we'll make some
Will reveal our sense of right

You should be in my space
You should be in my life
You should be in my space
You should be in my life
You could be in my space



.
.
.
.
.