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THE RIVER
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So deep in the water
Sleep, dark as the night
Somehow it seems it was all another dream
Soon dissolved in the light.

Oh, we were by the waterline.
Vague, the song of the night.
Innocent to all the peasant gods with you,
So, we drink to be renewed.

On the long, deep river
Where the moorhens cry
As the first sun quivers in the open sky...

Oh, she came down the river.
Soon, all the leaves were still.
The current was strong and the river was so long.
So, we drink to be renewed.

In the long cool evening,
Where the peacocks shiver
And the boat starts down the silver river way...

I remember you saying,
As her deep eyes opened,
In the first light seeing her,
"Here is someone new".

References:

Brian notes in his diary that he wrote "The River" on the birth of his daughter Irial

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-qFvm-vapg
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rR1gtCVAaOc

Well, my name it is Sam Hall, Sam Hall.
Yes, my name it is Sam Hall; it is Sam Hall.
My name it is Sam Hall an' I hate you, one and all.
An' I hate you, one and all:
Damn your eyes.

I killed a man, they said; so they said.
I killed a man, they said; so they said.
I killed a man, they said an' I smashed in his head.
An' I left him layin' dead,
Damn his eyes.

But a-swingin', I must go; I must go.
A-swingin', I must go; I must go.
A-swingin', I must go while you critters down below,
Yell up: "Sam, I told you so."
Well, damn your eyes!


I saw Molly in the crowd; in the crowd.
I saw Molly in the crowd; in the crowd.
I saw Molly in the crowd an' I hollered, right out loud:
"Hey there Molly, ain't you proud?
"Damn your eyes."

Then the Sherriff, he came to; he came to.
Ah, yeah, the Sherriff, he came to; he came to.
The Sherriff, he come to an he said: "Sam, how are you?"
An I said: "Well, Sherriff, how are you,
"Damn your eyes."

My name is Samuel, Samuel.
My name is Samuel, Samuel.
My name is Samuel, an' I'll see you all in hell.
An' I'll see you all in hell,
Damn your eyes.
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymLiw8dnHO4

Sometimes I get the feelin'
I was back in the old days - long ago
When we were kids when we were young
Things seemed so perfect - you know
The days were endless we were crazy we were young
The sun was always shinin' - we just lived for fun
Sometimes it seems like lately - I just don't know
The rest of my life's been just a show

Those were the days of our lives
The bad things in life were so few
Those days are all gone now but one thing is true
When I look and I find I still love you

You can't turn back the clock you can't turn back the tide
Ain't that a shame
I'd like to go back one time on a roller coaster ride
When life was just a game
No use in sitting and thinkin' on what you did
When you can lay back and enjoy it through your kids
Sometimes it seems like lately - I just don't know
Better sit back and go with the flow

Cos these are the days of our lives
They've flown in the swiftness of time
These days are all gone now but some things remain
When I look and I find no change

Those were the days of our lives - yeah
The bad things in life were so few
Those days are all gone now but one thing's still true
When I look and I find
I still love you

I still love you
 
Dimitris PS. said:
Ωραίο σχήμα και αρκετά ενδιαφέρον, επίσης πολύ αισθαντική η φωνή της Jenny Connley, απλά ένα μπράβο για την συγκεκριμένη επιλογή !
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:2thumb22sup::2thumb22sup: χαίρομαι που σου άρεσε..
είναι ο πρώτος δίσκος (feast of the hunter's moon) ενός γκρουπ που προέρχεται κατά 3/5 από τους Decemberist, από το Portland του Oregon..
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ενός γκρουπ που προέρχεται κατά 3/5 από τους Decemberist, από το Portland του Oregon..
 
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Inspired by Morton Feldman’s multi-piano pieces, renowned Californian avant garde pianist Harold Budd rallied together two of his close friends and created six pieces of hauntingly beautiful music. This re-issue from Eno’s All Saints label makes the record finally available to the public again, and thank goodness for that - I have heard most of Budd’s classic work before but this has been an album missing in my collection for some time, and I never realised just how good it is. The album is a cascade of delicate beauty, less electronic than much of Budd’s work, and missing that ‛classic’ reverb sound he has become so famed for using. The sparse nature of his compositions feel fleshed out by his companions’ piano parts - ‛Pulse, Pause, Repeat’ opens the record with a mood of melancholic reflection, and by the time ‛Music for 3 Pianos’ comes to a close with the quiet but triumphant ‛La Casa Bruja’ you realise that for its short duration you have been drawn into another world. This is Budd’s true strength, to remove you from everyday life and make music which belongs someplace else. Amazing music.
http://boomkat.com/cds/21439-harold-budd-ruben-garcia-daniel-lentz-music-for-3-pianos

video http://vimeo.com/386060

samples http://www.rhino.com/shop/product/h...arcia-and-daniel-lentz-music-for-three-pianos
 
Κάπου δίπλα είχε αρχίσει μια συζήτηση όπου αναφέρθηκε και το όνομα της Patti Smith....αφιερωμένο με πολλή αγάπη στους φαν της μια που συμμετέχει στο κομμάτι αυτό.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cnIQHJ169s



Look up, what do you see?
All of you and all of me
Fluorescent and starry
Some of them, they surprise

The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m.
This letter
Fields of poppies, little pearls
All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed
Each and every one a little scary
I said your name

I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars
Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras
Dreaming of Maria Callas
Whoever she is
This fame thing, I don't get it
I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it
Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves
I can take you far
This star thing, I don't get it

I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
Aluminum, tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near

I'll take you over
It tastes like fear, there
I'll take you over

Will you live to 83?
Will you ever welcome me?
Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?
Smoke it, drink
Here comes the flood
Anything to thin the blood
These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet
Phone, eat it, drink
Just another chink
Cuts and dents, they catch the light
Aluminum, the weakest link

I don't want to disappoint you
I'm not here to anoint you
I would lick your feet
But is that the sickest move?
I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow
And who'd have thought tomorrow could be so strange?
My loss, and here we go again

I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
Aluminum, tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near

I'll take you over
It tastes like fear, there
I'll take you over

Look up, what do you see?
All of you and all of me
Fluorescent and starry
Some of them, they surprise

I can't look it in the eyes
Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene
Cherry-flavored neck and collar
I can smell the sorrow on your breath
The sweat, the victory and sorrow
The smell of fear, I got it

I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
Aluminum, tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near

I'll take you over
It tastes like fear, there
I'll take you over

Pulls us near
Tastes like fear.

Nearer, nearer
Over, over, over, over
Yeah, look over
I'll take you there, oh, yeah
I'll take you there
Oh, over
I'll take you there
Over, let me
I'll take you there..
There, there, baby, yeah
 
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There are some rare moments in life, when you listen to a piece of music and you believe that you finally grasp what the composer's inspiration was ...
This is one of those moments : it is as clear to me now as polar ice...

The word "Nostalgia" is barely one that can describe such an overwhelming feeling. The music says a lot more than the word itself ...

30/11/1995 - London - Royal Albert Hall

I wish I knew then (I was there !) what I know now about nostalgia's effects, but alas, wisdom comes at the cost of youth ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uemgMa5wFzE
 
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