Aquest any musical és excepcionalment bo i estic començant a fer un recull, que tindré acabat a finals de setembre i que regalaré primer als que no em gosen dir que no..pobrets màrtirs jejeje.
Si algú que no s´ha esgotat i ha llegit fins aquí i el vol que m´ ho faci saber que li faré arribar...
Ei, amb lletres incloses en el format mp3 !!!...
Però sense part gràfica, que sempre he sigut un autèntic patós .
La primera és dels Shearwater. M´agrada molt com escriuen les cançons. En especial, d´aquesta m´encanta la seva dicció "in crescendo". Una de les indiscutibles del meu ipod vora el mar
When you fell on the rocks, By the bend in the river, With the blood from your nose, Running hot on your fingers, And through the rest of your life...
The electric charge of a change in the weather, You were touching my arm, You were holding a feather
And then I opened my eyes... And the world goes racing, suddenly changed, As the shock of the exit leaves you trembling
Like a bursting shell in the small of your back, Or a jaw bites hard on the cast of your little life, And an animal life, will surging away
And you were back on the road, Through the worst of the winter , Through the valley of light, Passing through like an arrow, With your vision collapsed , And a stone from the river , Like a holy medallion
Clutching tight in your fingers, But on the slope of the edge Will you recover your life?
The electric charge of a change in the weather, You were touching my arm, You were holding a feather
And then I opened my eyes... And the world goes racing, suddenly changed, As the shock of the exit leaves you trembling
Like a bursting shell in the small of your back, Or a jaw bites hard on the cast of your little life, And an animal life, will surging away
And you were back on the road, Through the worst of the winter , Through the valley of light, Passing through like an arrow, With your vision collapsed , And a stone from the river , Like a holy medallion
Clutching tight in your fingers, But on the slope of the edge Will you recover your life?
You could stand of the back of a shuddering beam, With the pistol firing shots into the air
You could run in the blood of the sun's hard rays, You could drive the mountains down into the bay
Or go back to the east where it's all so civilized, Where I was born to life
But I am leaving the life, I am leaving the life
Or go back to the east where it's all so civilized, Where I was born to life
But I am leaving the life, I am leaving the life
Magnífica lletra, tempo ben aconseguit, dicció acurada. No m'estranya que t'agradin...
ResponderEliminarDisfruta de Praga. La plaça té l'encant de tots els contes de Grimm junts.
Petons.