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The cure - Faith (album)
leggendo il momento difficile che passa Antonietta mi è nuovamente tornato in mente quello che io stesso ho passato ormai tanti anni fa.....18 anni fa.......
un album che mi ha cullato con la sua malinconia.... (mi manca solo il video di doubt)
the holy hour
I kneel and wait in silence
As one by one the people slip away
Into the night
The quiet and empty bodies
Kiss the ground before they pray
Kiss the ground
And slip away
I sit and listen dreamlessly
A promise of salvation make me stay
Then look at your face
And feel my heart pushed in
As all around the children play
The game they tired of yesterday
They play
They play
I stand and hear my voice
Cry out
A wordless screm at ancient power
It break against stone
I softly leave you crying
I cannot hold what you devour
The sacrifice of penance
In the holy hour
primary
The innocence of sleeping children
Dressed in white
And slowly dreaming
Stops all time
Slow my steps and start to blur
So many years have filled my heart
I never thought I'd say those words
The further we go
And older we grow
The more we know…
The less we show…
The very first time I saw your face
I thought of a song
And quickly changed the tune
The very first time I touched your skin
I thought of a story
And rushed to reach the end
Too soon
Oh remember
Please
Don't change
So the fall came
Thirteen years
A shiny ring
And how I could forget your name
The air no longer in my throat
Another perfect lie is choked
But it always feels the same
So they close togeter
Dressed in red and yellow
Innocent forever
Sleeping children in their blue soft roos
Still dream
The further we go
And older we grow
The more we know…
The less we show…
other voices
Whisper your name in an empty room
You brush past my skin
As soft as fur
Taking hold
I taste your scent
Distant noises
Other voices
Pounding in my broken head
Commit the sin
Commit yourself
And all the other voices said
Change your mind
You're always wrong
Always wrong
Come around at christmas
I really have to see you
Smile at me slyly
Another festive compromise
But I live with desertion
And eight millions people
Distant noises
Of other voices
Pulsing in my swinging arms
Caress the sound
So many dead
And all the other voices sing
Change your mind
You're always wrong
all cats are grey
I never thought that I would find myself
In bed amongst the stones
The columns are all men
Begging to crush me
No shapes sails on the dark deep lakes
And no flags wave me home
In the caves
All cats are grey
In the caves
The textures coat my skin
In the death cell
A single note
Rings on and on and on
the funeral party
Two pale figures
Ache in silence
Timeless
In the quiet ground
Side by side
In age and sadness
I watched
And acted wordlessly
As piece by piece
You performed your story
Moving through an unknown past
Dancing at the funeral party
Memories of childrens dreams
Lie lifeless
Fading
Lifeless
Hand in hand with fear and shadows
Crying at the funeral party
I heard a song
And turned away
As piece by piece
You performed your story
Noiselessly across the floor
Dancing at the funeral party
doubt
Stop my flight to fight
And die
And take a stand to change my life
So savage with red desperation
I clench my hands
You draw your claws
A hidden rage consumes my heart
Fuelled by years of wasted time
I close my eyes
And tense myself
And screaming
Throw myself in fury over the edge
And into your blood
Tear at flesh
And rip at skin
And smash at doubt
I have to break you
Fury drives my vicious blows
I see you fall but still I strike you
Again and again
Your body falls
The movement is sharp and clear and pure
And gone
I stop an kneel beside you
Drined of everything but pain
Screaming throw myself in fury
Over the edge and into your blood
Kiss you once and see you writhe
Hold you close and hear you cry
Kiss your eyes and finish your life
Kiss your eyes
Finish your life
Again and again
Your body falls
The movement is sharp and clear and pure
And gone
I stop an kneel beside you
Knowing I'll murder you again tonight
Knowing I'll murder you again
Knowing I'll murder you again
Knowing I'll murder you again
Knowing I'll murder you again
Tonigh
the drowning man
She stands twelve feet above the flood
she stares
alone
across the water
The loneliness grow and slowly
fills her frozen body
sliding downwards
One by one her senses die
the memories fade
and leave her eyes
still seeng worlds that never were
and one by one the bright birds leave her…
Starting at the violent sound
she tries to turn
but final
noiseless
slips and strikes her soft dark head
the water bows
receives her
and drowns her at its easy
drowns her at its easy
I would have left the world all bleeding
could i only help you love
the fleeting shapes
so many years ago
so young an beautiful and brave
Everything was true
it couldn't be a story
I wish it was all true
i wish it couldn't be a story
the words all left me
lifeless
hoping
breathing like the drowning man
Oh Fuchsia
you leave me
breathing like the drowning man
breathing like the drowning man
faith
Catch me if I fall
I'm losing hold
I can't just carry on this way
And every time
I turn away
Lose another blind game
The idea of perfection holds me
Suddenly I see you change
Everything at once
The same
But the mountain never moves
Rape me like a child
Christened in blood
Painted like an unknown saint
There's nothing left but hope
Your voice is dead
And old
And always empty
Trust in me through closing years
Perfect moments wait
If only we could stay
Please
Say the right words
Or cry like the stone white clown
And stand forever
Lost forever in a happy crowd
No one lifts their hands
No one lifts their eyes
Justified with empty words
The party just gets better and better
I went away alone
With nothing left
But faith
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mitici Cure, belle sonorità e atmosfere :wink_:
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colonna sonora di mie profonde riflessioni sulla vita.
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Uno dei pochi gruppi che è rimasto fedele a se stesso!
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Mi accompagnano da una vita....vinili ultra -consumati a furia di girare sul piatto.
Questo non è il mio album preferito ma devo riconoscere che i suoi contenuti sono davvero notevoli!
Certo che in questi video sono davvero dei pischelli!
Ma quanto basso c'è in questo album.....mmm!
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il periodo del trio smith, gallup, tolhurst è il mio preferito
anche se three immaginary boys...........................................
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E' da 1983 che li ascolto e dal '84 che li vedo a parte ultimamente, ma con Bauhaus ogni volta che li ascolto mi vien la pelle d'oca...mitico D che ogni tanto fai questi post!
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.....che ricordi meravigliosi......
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non so se è il più bello..forse si...
comunque Loro hanno continuato....
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la musica aiuta . sempre.
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Citazione:
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sabbia
non so se è il più bello..forse si...
comunque Loro hanno continuato....
:wink_:
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