Good effort DT! Well done. Sounds lovely too. Liked the haiku too. Bet Ilkley was a bit quieter than getting a curry in Mumbai too!Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
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Good effort DT! Well done. Sounds lovely too. Liked the haiku too. Bet Ilkley was a bit quieter than getting a curry in Mumbai too!Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Listening to Sufjan Stevens and this song is so beautiful but really disturbing.
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God
Are you one of them?
He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth
And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid
I'm hungry again
better go and cook before
I start being rude
Not sure which is which is worse for those running behind either of you! :eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otx49Ko3fxw
Wow. Like you say, beautifully sung. Wierd reading the words first. I imagine it would take a while to get the gist if you just started listening, thinking it was a lovely little song.
Top choice.
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Originally Posted by Hes
Glad you liked it. I listened to it a couple times before I really paid attention to the lyrics and then realised who he was singing about. It is a great song.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
I've never heard of Sufjan Stevens. I enjoyed listening to this (cheers Harry for the youtube link) and reading the words. And isn't it much better to have lyrics in front of you like when I was much younger, and we had album covers that opened up to reveal the lyrics, and we had time to pore over them.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I totally agree. I am always really pleased if a cd has the lyrics inside and I can actually read the words whilst listening for the first time.Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Hi all, some lovely offerings tonight, just had a quick read, really liked your poem OW.
Entropy
Neil Rollinson
Your coffee grows cold on the kitchen table,
which means the universe is dying.
Your dress on the carpet is just a dress,
it has lost all sense of you now,
your body heat gone from the fabric.
I open the window, the sky is dark
and the house is also cooling, the garden,
the summer lawn, all of it finding an equilibrium.
I watch an ice cube melt in my wine,
the heat of the Chardonnay passing into the ice.
It means the universe is going to die:
the second law of thermodynamics.
Entropy rising. Only the fridge struggles
to turn things round but even here there's a
hidden loss. It hums in the corner, the only sound
on a quiet night. Outside, everywhere in the vast
sky stars are cooling, I think of the sun
consuming its fuel, the afternoon that is past,
and your dress that only this morning
was warm to my touch.
Another one if his is called 'Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4b0fd...eature=related
It has a gorgeous flute part in it that I aim to learn one day.
I love that Freckle!! Nice to see you tonight.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Nice song, lovely flute bit, reminds me of the intro to thisQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1tTN-b5KHg
Wow...blast from the past. I lurve Peter Gabriel and have seen him play a couple times. This is a great, sexy song!Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
and boy...does he look young in the video!!!:D
That's because he was:rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Sister saw him a couple of years ago and he's still brilliant live.
Love this one by Leonard Cohen too:
I'm Your Man
If you want a lover
Ill do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
Ill wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
Im your man
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
Ill examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
Im your man
Ah, the moons too bright
The chains too tight
The beast wont go to sleep
Ive been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or Id crawl to you baby
And Id fall at your feet
And Id howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And Id claw at your heart
And Id tear at your sheet
Id say please, please
Im your man
And if you've got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
Ill disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
Im your man
If you want a lover
Ill do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
Ill wear a mask for you
I'm just trying to forget the fact that him looking young means that I am now a lot older too...;)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
I hope I get to see him again, he puts on a great live show. Sinead O'Connor duetted with him on Don't Give Up when I saw him the second time. This should probably be on Tonights Music Thread but nevermind.
Flute and Fiddle, love Irish music, it's in the blood on me mum's side, love to be able to play the fiddle as well as i can drink Guinness!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQ8B-Wl_trQ
I play quite a bit of folk on my flute...alas, I will never look like one of the Corr sisters...they have some genes! Feel a bit sorry for the brother though. Nice whistling.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Sounds like the perfect bloke, if there is such an animal:eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
So far, I would say there isn't but if you find one let me know!;) (although I think a few flaws does a lot for a person's character)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Niether will i, tried the trendiest of trendy jeans but still look like their brother:rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines
by Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write for example, 'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Bet the spangly, strappy top looked good though...:DQuote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Welcome back Freckle...I was just reading a bit of Neruda in between my banter with Merry and I was trying to find one to post for you that hasn't been posted...it is quite tricky!
The perfect personQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Does one exist
I have more flaws than a skyscraper
That is genius!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
appreciated
the good is better contrasted
with a few flaws
Nah, it's just me being daft, liked the Pablo poem from freckle, sad, but that's life's way sometimes.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
thanks Hes and Merry...yep I think we have more of less exhausted Pablo Neruda! though DT is a fan so he might find another!
Oh Yes;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I'll give you sad...this was one of the first Neruda poems I read and it is heartbreaking.
The Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks
All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
She did not speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out by that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.
Pablo Neruda
I think we have loads to go...I have five volumes in English and two in Spanish. Worry not, I'll drip feed them if Todays Poetry becomes threadbare of Neruda.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
That is sad, the cruelty of drunken men, the cruelty of the human race:(Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
sorry...I feel a bit guilty now, that is a particularly depressing poem. I'll find a more uplifting one.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
The Poet's Obligation
To whoever is not listening to the sea
this Friday morning, to whoever is cooped up
in house or office, factory or woman
or street or mine or harsh prison cell:
to him I come, and, without speaking or looking,
I arrive and open the door of his prison,
and a vibration starts up, vague and insistent,
a great fragment of thunder sets in motion
the rumble of the planet and the foam,
the raucous rivers of the ocean flood,
the star vibrates swiftly in its corona,
and the sea is beating, dying and continuing.
So, drawn on by my destiny,
I ceaselessly must listen to and keep
the sea's lamenting in my awareness,
I must feel the crash of the hard water
and gather it up in a perpetual cup
so that, wherever those in prison may be,
wherever they suffer the autumn's castigation,
I may be there with an errant wave,
I may move, passing through windows,
and hearing me, eyes will glance upward
saying, "How can I reach the sea?"
And I shall broadcast, saying nothing,
the starry echoes of the wave,
a breaking up of foam and of quicksand,
a rustling of salt withdrawing,
the grey cry of sea-birds on the coast.
Pablo Neruda
On that note...think I'm the only one left. Night all.
Your last Pablo was more uplifting, Goodnight Hes, Goodnight freckle if your still out there:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Goodnight Hes and Merry thanks for the Pablo poems it heartening to know that there is so much more to look forward to!..............:)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Always look forwardQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Never look back
Saves falling over:)