Bob Mould - Here We Go Crazy (Vinyl)
Beschreibung
Band/Artist: Bob Mould
Albumtitel: Here We Go Crazy
- Format: 1LP, 12", Album
- Inhalt: -
- Land: EU
- Release: 07.03.2025
- Label: BMG Rights Mgmt GmbH - 4099964140217
- Genre / Stil: Rock, Pop, Indie Rock
- Runout/Matrix: -
- Zustand Tonträger: Mint (Neu)
- Zustand Cover: Mint (Neu)
- Info: still sealed
- Antistatische Innenhülle: -
- Gewaschen : nein
Praktische Hinweise/ Garantiebestimmungen
(Bilder sind darstellend)
Tracks/Credits:
DE:
Das Album ist ab 7. März erhältlich
„Ich habe in den letzten Jahren viel Zeit in der Wüste Südkaliforniens verbracht und das Video wurde dort gedreht. Kühle Wildnis auf einem Berggipfel, weite Ausblicke unter den Hügeln, ferne Orte, um dem Alltag zu entfliehen. Verrückt zu werden kann vieles bedeuten. Die Freude an rücksichtslosem Loslassen, die Ungewissheit über die Zukunft der Welt, die Stille der Einsamkeit.“
EN:
Album is available March 7
"I've been spending time in the Southern California desert over the past few years, and the video was shot there. Chilly wilderness atop a mountain, expansive vistas below the hills, distant places to escape life's routines. Going crazy can be many different things. The joy of reckless abandon, the uncertainty of the world's future, the silence of solitude."
Lyrics
Way up on the mountain, trees blow in the breeze
Flag of many colors, stories that we weave
Facing down the truth, heading outward to the sea
I'll be floating high above the scenery
Continental patterns, take a token you admire
Drop it in the coin machine, make the jester smile
Borders fade away, home is where we stay
Sometimes life is only but a dream
Here we go, here we go crazy
Here we go, here we go crazy
Can you take the power, can you feel it in your soul?
Airplanes in formation, there's a conflict in the sky
Modern constellation choosing who can live and die
It's always been this way, ancient spirit map our fate
This ugly new astronomy
Lost on a mountain, no one can find me
Fall from a tower in the middle of a city
I can hear the chatter of a broken bowl of ivory
Razor blade, renegade, cut yourself daily
I'm so far away from here, did you see me disappear?
In the moment that I'm gone, will the memory live on?
Can you feel it in your soul? Can you feel it in your soul?