The greener the words,
The harder I swallow.
And no matter how hollow the woods look before me,
I’m dreaming of pink tomorrow.
The sweeter the sounds,
The bigger the gap.
Inside my whole heart and the mind and the thought
All I can gather is pieces of scrap.
The lighter the fire,
The rougher the bed.
I tremble and I cuddle in barbed wire
And my flesh is red.
Roata-n fata, roata-n spate,
Din pereche, jumatate,
Agatate de sireturi,
Sugereaza acareturi.
Jumatati de versuri prinse,
Inspitate si aprinse,
Se insira pe o foaie,
Pe sub pleata mea balaie.
Inrotite, agatate,
Vechi de prin deceniul sapte,
M-am gandit c-ar fi frumos
Langa tortul delicios.
The city of cold,
Of ruins and old
Is giving me plenty of motives to stay.
Why do you cose to run away?
The city of ash,
Of tired and trash
Has given me shelter, support and protection.
Why do you act like it’s an infection?
This city of words,
Of sharp wounds and swords,
Stopped giving me life and a dream long ago.
Why do you act like I am the foe?
Epilogue:
Isn’t poetic justice a wonder?
I suffered so long and alone and I wonder
That if I didn’t trick you, the trick is on me,
And my trick was so easy to see.
I’m all under spells and under a thunder.
I can’t bear the burden of this ugly blunder.
I’m sorry I tried to lie and to steal.
I thought that this city was the real deal.
Every thought you have sleeps in your blood.
Rational, coagulated states of living.
And every time you swallow world and mud,
I feel like I’m getting away with stealing.
Every secret you keep prays for a flood.
Broken gates with intense fear of pain.
And every time you taste the blood,
You annihilate the human strain.
M-am trezit de dimineata ca orice alt om. Adica am deschis ochii, ca urla alarma langa mine, si-am zis
„pfoai, ce tarziu e, cat e ceasu’?!”, intr-o criza totala de neuroni si timp. Si m-am intors frumos pe partea cealalta.
Intr-un final, am binevoit sa-mi ridic fizicul dintre asternuturi si, bai, ce fizic! Ce asternuturi! M-am indreptat frumos spre baie, unde oglinda imi arata o persoana atractiva la primele ore ale diminetii, persoana pe care am spalat-o si pieptanat-o frumos, ca sa fie decent de aratat la lume.
Am servit o cafea facuta de mana mea indemanatica, adica un zem de apa chioara cu niste ness si zahar (nu mult, ca ingrasa), pe care am savurat-o privind cu interes un post de muzica (nu zic care, ca nu facem reclama, dar era VH1).
Cand s-a facut timpul, mi-am ridicat fizicul (care intre timp a devenit fabulos) de pe canapeluta si am plecat de-acasa. Se vede treaba ca fizicul meu instiga si intriga, caci maidanezii cartierului m-au alergat, probabil ar fi vrut sa-mi ofere flori de camp udate de urina lor si a altora. Fizicul meu fabulos a alergat un pic mai repede, unde se observa treaba aia rusinoasa cu adrenalina.
Am reusit sa ajung cu fizicul in stare buna in statia de autobuz, unde am bagat un sprint ca lumea, de zici ca am fost la semimaratonul din weekend. Am urcat rapid pe treptele intesate de oameni (reprezentati, in majoritate, de cetateni aflati la a multa tinerete), cu scuzele de rigoara („Pardon, imi dati voie?”) rasplatite cu priviri pline de pizma. Toti reprezentantii venerabili ai varstei a treia imi daruiau coate si genunchi in diverse parti moi ale fizicului meu impresionant, asaltandu-mi in acelasi timp nasucul fin.
„Bai, astia lucreaza pe doua cai, si fizic, si psihic”, mi-am zis, dandu-mi seama de strategia care ii ajuta pe cetatenii respectabili ai urbei sa ajunga la timp la piata. La Piata Romana sau la Piata Victoriei, nu stiu inca, dar undeva pe-acolo.
Inspirata fiind de vorba din popor, cel mai destept cedeaza, am zis ca acum e momentul sa fac miscarea inteleapta. La prima statie am coborat, luand-o la pas repejor spre birou, bucurandu-ma ca i-am fentat pe batranei.
Concluzia? Bucuresti, capitala europeana moderna, unde esti alergat de caini, mirosuri si pensionari…
I am love, the Wind speaks to me.
I smile and trust and play like a child, and my Wind takes me in his arms.
I am love, the Wind speaks to me.
And then there’s only silence. And love. And Wind. And I am gone in a second, because my time passes when I don’t want it to and because my time doesn’t pass at all when I want it to.
I am love, I speak to the Wind.
But the Wind doesn’t smile, nor does it trust, nor does it play like a child.
And I am left with no one to take in my arms.
In the end, I’m not even love.
This concert should’ve been called Dave Gahan, the stripper Elvis and his pelvis. This was my first impression of the show. The second one – this concert was a little bit lighter in energy than the one in 2006.
FOX opened the show, with an hour-long of weird music. The lead singer tried to be everything from Debbie Harry to Lady Gaga, with little success. Her voice was good enough for a rock band, but not this mashup of things.
After FOX finished doing their thing (whatever that was), there was a little break before Depeche Mode entered the stage.
On time, as always (to prove that they’re pros), Depeche Mode engaged in full-blown awesomeness with Welcome To My World.
Dave Gahan manages to do what he knows best: he makes the audience his bitch. His energy fills up the stadium and more and his voice moves the great mass of people like a wave, a single organism.
With a balanced setlist, Depeche Mode brings out the best in Delta Machine, while not forgetting old favorites. Black Celebration and Precious, Barrel of a Gun and Soothe My Soul, Enjoy the Silence and Heaven, everything blends in perfectly, alternating Dave’s voice and hips with Martin’s sensibility.
A few observations:
What’s with the shambala bracelets lately? Even Martin wore one, and I must say I dislike them even more now. They are feminine on men and not feminine enough on women.
Dave owns the crowd through Black Celebration. For a slow track, everyone seemed so full of energy, it was amazing. Especially considering the fact that they didn’t sing that one live since 2001.
Dave also makes the perfect ballerina on Policy of Truth, one of my favorite songs. He’s a god, just like Elvis was, making the people go wild, men and women alike.
The visuals for The Child Inside made Martin look like Nightcrawler. And I’m not saying that’s a bad thing!
The biggest disappointment (for me) was A Pain That I’m Used To. Back in 2006, they started the show with this one and it totally took me by surprise. It also blew me a away. Being my favorite Depeche Mode song (then, as is now), I had high expectations. In 2006, they were met. In 2013, not so much. They chose to do a remix of the song (‘Jacques Lu Cont’s Remix version), a slower version of it. I’m not big with the remixes and all and this one ruined a perfectly good song. Where is my sex song, I ask you? Well, I don’t know, I didn’t got my sex song last night.
The classics Enjoy the Silence and Personal Jesus rocked the joint. There’s nothing I can say of these two, except they’re perfect. Enjoy the Silence is their signature song, after all, and you recognize it the second it starts. Personal Jesus is also one of my favorites, being covered by Marilyn Manson (one of the few covers I really-really like), so to me there was no surprise seeing the people moving and singing as one person with Dave.
For the encore, Martin came back with Home, which I declared „my new favorite song”. He transports you to his world when he sings and even though, at times, I find him a better singer than Dave, I like him in small portions. Strong essences are kept in small bottles or, in his case, emotions and thoughts are better shown rarely, for you to appreciate and understand them. I especially enjoyed the recognition the public had shown Martin, applauding his genius and his soul bared in front of us. He deserved it, that and much more.
Just Can’t Get Enough took us back to the 80s. And oh, man, we loved the 80s! Everyone was dancing, everyone was happy and free.
I remember thinking that, for the visuals on I Feel You, they took Ciara and made her dance. The figure behind Dave was funky and raw, and Dave was raw too.
I really loved the visuals. Anton Corbijn did a really good job with those, as usual.
Two hours of my life filled with music and energy. Two hourse when you can chose to listen to the lyrics or you can chose to dance like Dave. Two perfect little hours. And I am speachless again when it comes to Depeche Mode.
Personal pic, Enjoy the Silence pictured, credit GM.
