N-am curaj sa respir, imi spun.
Tresar in mine firmituri si vise,
Pahare, cioburi, oale prinse,
Farame dintre ieri si-acum.
Totul ma-ndeamna sa pasesc,
Casa, pamant si cer si nori,
Dar eu parca-am uitat cum e sa zbori
Si dupa pietre tot cersesc.
De frica de nimic si tot,
Nici sa astept ziua de maine nu mai pot.
my words are not a poem,
my soul is not a dream,
but if i had a heart,
i’d use it just to start.
Poets of the Fall couldn’t have picked a better name. I was in awe, yet again, listening to their wonderful songs and music – „Given and Denied” on my way home and „Cradled in Love” when I returned to Bucharest.
This band never fails to amaze me, never fails to deliver pure feelings and emotions, through their music and especially with the help their beautifully written lyrics.
I wish I could bold all of their lyrics, but that would be tiring for the naked eye.
I will list the lyrics I love the most this time of the year, as found on their official website, and I will try to contain myself when underlining the most wonderful parts, lyrically and musically wise. Enjoy!
Ps: I really love going back home, where people are nice and helpful.
Poets of the Fall – Given and Denied
Which way to the fountain of my youth I wonder
Which way to the years I’ve let go by
Let a thirsty man drink in its memories while the water still flows sweet and crystal clear
For yesteryear
Oh to see the sun’s eclipse
on the horizon like ships
sailing way away from here
Oh just one more time my dear
Before I’ll go hear me out
Cos of this there ain’t no doubt
When it’s time for curtain call
Just before the shadows…
Fall like a leaf in the wind on the ocean
Of blue like your eyes in the twilight theater
With symphonies playing in the world without sound
We’re given and denied
Give me back my innocence cos I wish to dream again
Like I never outgrew my old playground
Where the sun sets slowly with a golden crown and the leaves sing lullabies ‘round vacant swings
Give me those wings
Let me fly once again
Like I did way back when
I would gamble and win
To lift me high above the din
Of the future we see
Does it hold something for me
I’m weightless again
Just before the shadows…
Fall like a leaf in the wind…
Before I’ll go hear me out
Cos of this there ain’t no doubt
When it’s time for curtain call
Just before the shadows…
Fall like a leaf in the wind…
Poets of the Fall – Cradled in Love
You had the blue note sapphire eyes, to back up all those gazes
To pierce my guard and to take my soul off to faraway places
Told me I’ll never be alone, cos you’re right there
We took a gamble with this love, like sailing to the storm
With the waves rushing over to take us, we were battling against the tide
You were my beacon of salvation, I was your starlight
So don’t cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you’re alive cradled in love
Don’t cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you’re alive cradled in love
I kept the love you gave me alive, and now I carry it with me
I know it’s just a tear drop from mother earth, but in it I can hear a dolphin sing
Telling me I’ll never be alone, I know you’re right there
So with the fire still burning bright, I wanna gaze into your light
If I could see my fortune there, you know how flames can hypnotize
Do I even dare to speak out your name for fear it sounds like, like a lover
So don’t cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you’re alive cradled in love
Don’t cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you’re alive
Cradled in love
PPS: I still haven’t seen the video for „Cradled in Love”. I am an awful fan, I know, but the music is too beautiful, I think I am kinda afraid of seing the video and it ruining the song for me.
And yes, I know that people are getting tired of my obsession regading the Poets, or maybe Angels and Airwaves, or even Glee, for God’s sake, but that’s just me. Obsessed until the end and beyond!
Mai tineti minte cand v-am zis cum e sa citesti o carte nasoala si sa ramai atat de plictisit, incat nici n-ai curajul s-o termini, nici ce-ti trebuie ca s-o tradezi?
Cartea de care vorbeam atunci era partea a doua dintr-o trilogie si devenise usor plictisitoare, intesata de detalii si fara sens pur si simplu. Ce m-a salvat a fost World War Z a lui Max Brooks, o carte cu zombie, ca deh, I am a big fan.
Dupa gura aia de aer proaspat in biblioteca mea (virtuala, ca am citit-o pe Kindle), am mai citit niste carti si cartulii si povestiri scurte. Am marcat drept „to-read” pe Goodreads mai multe carti din categoria „zombie” si „undead”, printre care si The Gathering Dead de Stephen Knight.
Cele 487 de pagini nu m-au speriat, asa ca am purces la citit.
N-am putut sa nu observ ca se pune foarte mult accent pe rasa. Se specifica (des si foarte des) „the black man”, „the black soldier”, „the black girl”, fara a pune prea mult accent pe trasaturi de caracter. E o poveste cu zombi si soldati, asa ca pregatiti-va de multe descrieri de whatever they do si de descrieri de arme si tot felul de prostii, descrieri atat de seci si de plictisitoare, incat am senzatia ca-l citesc pe Sadoveanu din nou.
Ca o paranteza, mai-sus numita carte-capodopera a lui Brooks m-a introdus (si) in lumea fortelor armate, dar cu atata inversunare si entuziasm, incat nu m-am plictisit deloc, chiar si de armele si vehiculele inventate (cred eu, n-am experienta militara).
Ca o alta paranteza, toata seria The Morningstar Strain a lui Z. A. Recht (mi-ar fi placut sa cred ca e un „pun” adresat sintagmei „zombie apocalypse”, dar chiar asa il chema pe autor – Zachary Allan Recht) e plina de tactici din armata si marina si e atat de fascinanta si bine construita, incat nu m-am plictisit deloc pe parcursul celor trei carti.
Inchidem parantezele si revenim la subiectul initial. The Gathering Dead e o carte plictisitoare in mare parte si cred cu sinceritate ca nu se va intampla nimic pana la final.
Spoilers: o echipa trebuie sa culeaga si sa livreze un om de stiinta care are ceva habar de zombi. La cum se prezinta actiunea, presimt ca vor muri cu totii, negri sau nu.
Pana acum, cea mai tare chestie din carte e, citez:
“Thanks for keeping the seat warm,” Finelly said.
“Man, you’re lucky it ain’t wet,” Earl said.
Pagina 382 din 487.
I have no hope left for these characters.
Pot doar sa sper ca voi gasi o carte pe care s-o citesc si sa-mi faca placere sa-i fac un review, dar pana acum tot ce m-a prins m-a facut sa citesc in continuu, asa ca n-am mai avut chef sa comentez ceva, ci doar sa pastrez in mine o bucatica din respectiva carte.
De eram epigramist,
Toata ziua stăteam trist,
Căci știind doar proștii,
Nervii mei erau și-ai voștri.
Dar asa, eu sunt poetă,
Blajină și circumspectă,
Mă inspir din flori și stele,
Nu din gandurile mele.
The stars are killers. Whenever they fade out and die, their light dies too and we are left in darkness, only to be consumed by nothingness.
All of the writers and singers and geniuses that were blessed enough to be born under the starsign of Capricorn were alcoholics with awful family lives and terrible human skills.
And since I am also a blessed Capricorn, who thinks she can write, sing, draw and paint, and I am so scared of a normal family, I think that I should start drinking, so that my dog can save me from myself when I get too caught up in these shenanigans.