Apr. 16th, 2011

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Вот, казалось бы, ничего общего, и тональность другая, и размер разный, а вот как-то оно неспроста ^__^

1) The Beatles =Abbey Road= / "Because"

/текст не пишу, там и так всё слышно/

2) Peter Hammill =The Roaring Forties= / "Sharply Unclear"

тут без текста не обойтись, там много интересного.

You've never shown a trace of human frailty,
No-one could ever catch you on the hop:
Each post-modern take on the action would find you
already, in principle, totally hot,
all self-referential commentary
and a marketing man's sense of talk shop.
The sharper the image you cut
the more you seem unreal;
so sharp you could cut yourself,
transparently ideal.

We all know that hard-boiled look,
you cooked it up to face down the stares;
I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around you,
as though you're already no longer quite there.
You acknowledge your trauma,
your neurosis is stripped and laid bare.

The sharper the image you cut
the more you disappear;
so sharp you could cut yourself,
somehow this transparency's unclear.

All the mirrors in your playroom,
they twist your psycho-epidermis into shape.
No doubt you emerged in your make-up believing
quite simply, believing that you'd got it taped
but the vacancy you offered
is already a Cheshire Cat gape.

The sharper the image you cut
the more you disappeared;
so sharp you could cut yourself -
are you still really here?
And the sharper the image you cut
the more you seemed a fake,
so sharp you could cut yourself,
transparently opaque.......
And the sharper the image you cut
the less you seemed alive,
so sharp, but this open book's
transparently jive.

You were so sharp you cut yourself,
so sharp you could cut yourself,
you were so sharp you made yourself transparent
and transparently unclear

// чтоб я хоть что-то понял, вроде все слова знакомы, а смысл, как всегда, за горизонтом ((( но, можно сказать, за то и любим!
joook: (music)
Всем плясать и смеяться ))) и находить радость во всём!


When the winter comes the sun is low upon the fields
The sky is cold and it throws down icy snow
The lakes are glass the rivers all a frozen mass
The trees are bare and the northwind blows the air

But the children dance and sing as if the time were spring
When the seasons change everything they find a joy in what it brings

Then the sun comes high and the spring rains come and go
The summer air so hot it melts the Russian snow
The fields are brown there's no rain to make them grow
And the old ones sigh, the heat has made them tired and slow

But the children dance and sing as if the time were spring
When the seasons change everything they find a joy in what it brings

The children dance and sing as if the time were spring
When the seasons change everything they find a joy in what it brings

September leaves are falling through the autumn haze
And the school bells tell everyone there'll be no more summer days
Warm nights are gone, all the leaves are turning brown
Then the windows close again when the winter comes around

But the children dance and sing as if the time were spring
When the seasons change everything they find a joy in what it brings
So I will laugh and dance and watch the children sing
Then I will have the chance of finding joy in everything

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