Strange Man

Svers0

Solo88

Pablo's way

Nel 2001 uscì Amnesiac, lo comprai più o meno in questi giorni, ricordo che passavo le giornate in casa senza far niente, allora nemmeno internet poteva aiutarti più di tanto contro la solitudine.

Un mattina presi la macchina e andai al negozio di dischi, faceva molto caldo, era sul lungo mare e vedere tutta quella gente che andava e veniva dai bagni mi dette un senso di stordimento.

Entrai nel negozio, comprai il cd e me ne uscii di corsa verso la macchina, come fossi un ladro, volevo allontanarmi da quell'ambiente così contrastante con la mia quotidianeità fatta di giornate tra letto, pc e tv.

Arrivato a casa andai in camera, l'avvolgibile abbassato, filtrava un po' di luce tra una stecca e l'altra, sdraiato al buio misi questa canzone (che botta di vita )


Sono passati 16 anni, sono cambiate tante cose, alcune in meglio altre in peggio, ma oggi mi pare di esser fermo ancora lì

Svers0

Who would here descend?
How soon is he swallowed up by the depths?
Thou, Zarathustra, still lovesth the abysses
Lovesth them as doth the fir-tree

The fir flings its roots
And the rock itself gazes
Shuddering at the depths
The fir pauses before the abysses
Where all around
Would feign descent amid the impatience of wild
Rolling, leaping torrents
It waits so patient, stern, and silent, lonely

Lonely, who would venture here
To be guest, to be thy guest
A bird of prey, per chance
Joyous at other's misfortune
Will cling persistent to the heir of the steadfast watcher
With frenzied laughter, a vulture's laughter

Wherefor so steadfast?
Mocks he so cruel
He must have wings who loves the abyss
He must not stay on the cliff
As thou, who hangesth there

Oh Zarathustra
Cruelest nimrod!
Of late still a hunter of God
A spider's web, to capture virtue
An arrow of evil
Now hunted by thyself
Thine own prey
Caught in the grip of thine own soul

Now lonely to me and thee
Twofold in thine own knowledge
'Mid a hundred mirrors
False to thyself
'Mid a hundred memories
Uncertain and weary from every wound
Shivering at every frost
Throttled in thine own noose
Self-knower
Self-hangman

Why didsth bind thyself
With the noose of thy wisdom?
Why luresth thyself
To the old serpent's paradise?
Why stowesth into thyself
Thyself?

A sick man now
Sick of serpent's poison
A captive now
Who has drawn the hardest lot
In thine own shaft
Now doesth thou workesth
In thine own cavern?
Digging at thyself
Helpless quite
Stiff, a cold corpse
Overwhelmed with a hundred burdens
Overburdened by thyself
A knower, a self-knower
The wise Zarathustra

Thou soughtesth the heaviest burden
So foundesth thou thyself
And cansth not shake thyself off

Watching
Crouching
One that stands up right no more
Thou with grow deformed
Even in thy grave
Deformed spirit

And of late, still so proud
On all the stilts of thy pride
Of late, still the godless hermit
The hermit with one comrade, the devil
The scarlet prince of every devilmen's
Now between two nothings
Huddled up a questionmark
A weary riddle
A riddle for vultures

They will solve thee
They hunger already for thy solution
They flutter already about their riddle
About thee
The doomed one
Oh Zarathustra
Self-knower
Self-hangman

choppy

Buona parte della discografia di Lana del Rey

Dominic

https://youtu.be/9dZj7YW5oFQ

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Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words
Of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

pollyjean

limitless

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DeadSoul

Parla di suicidio, meglio di così.

XL

Iac80

dharma

XL

XL

Questa canzone si ispira un po' a Satie (secondo me), l'ho ascoltata tempo fa durante una manifestazione di cori, ora ho trovato questa versione qua in rete.
Mi piacerebbe ascoltarla eseguita con una voce sola e pianoforte, ma non esiste una versione del genere.

cancellato21497

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Odradek

https://youtu.be/Y2jxjv0HkwM

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