(Brigitte Bardot) - il vento che porta via
Oggi nel tardo pomeriggio sarò qui. Hell yeah.
Easy Rider (Dennis Hopper, 1969)
The Hungarian Suicide Song
Bjork’s version
Sunday is gloomy
The hours are slumberless
dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
will never awaken you,
not where the dark coach
of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought
of ever returning you
would they be angry
if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
with shadows I spend it all
my heart and I
have decided to end it all
Soon there’ll be prayers
and candles are lit, I know
let them not weep
let them know, that I’m glad to go
Death is no dream
for in death I’m caressing you
with the last breath of my soul
I’ll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
on deep in my heart, dear
Darling, I hope
that my dream hasn’t haunted you
my heart is telling you
how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
It’s absolutely gloomy sunday
Quale frase più bella per descrivere un album (che io non ho mai ascoltato, ma lo farò) :
“…la messa in musica di tutte quelle cose belle che ti porti dentro e che ti fanno stare bene ma che la sporca società ti ricaccia giù in gola a forza per poter continuare a condurre la sua miseranda triste e grigia vita”
http://metalshock.wordpress.com/2011/05/30/panegirico-ad-andrew-w-k/
