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Лирика Теории и Практики - 8
Надежда: Продолжая традиции предыдущих альбомов, создаю тему для исследования новой лирики Его Величества. Лирика Screamworks: [more]In Venere Veritas Let's fall apart together now Zipping cupid in a body bag well-worn Next to the mausoleum he was born in Picking up the pieces of this gory glory of it all From eve to morn For Eve to mourn Have no fear There are wounds that are not meant to heal And they sing, in venere veritas Come inside Let the fire burn you alive And sing, baby sing There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all In venere veritas Let's fall apart together now There's a method to our sadness as we drag the mirror ball and chain Through the twilight again Dressed up in shame Have no fear There are wounds that are not meant to heal And they sing, in venere veritas Come inside Let the fire burn you alive And sing, baby sing There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all In venere veritas Begging for reflection from an unshuttered heart To blind and chase us over the edge Have no fear There are wounds that are not meant to heal And they sing, in venere veritas Come inside Let the fire burn you alive And sing, baby sing There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all In venere veritas These are the wounds that are not meant to heal at all Let's fall apart together now Let's fall apart together now Scared to Death In the biblical sense and sensibility let me know you I'll kiss that smile off your face, just say when I'm not afraid to say I love you any more than I used to be babe I am scared to death I am scared to death to fall in love All these pick-up lines from hell Icebreakers infernal From a heart so black and blue only for you I'm not afraid to say I love you any more than I used to babe I am scared to death I am scared to death to fall in love I'm not afraid to admit I adore you any more than I was before, baby I am scared to death I am scared to death to fall in love with you with you (scared to death) And you're sweet like poison. HeartKiller Farewell heartless world, I'll send you a postcard burnt, In flames You've tried so hard to extinguish with the fear of failing, I'll write down everything I have learned, And edit it down to a single word, Love For you I'm waiting, anticipating Sparks will fly, Beneath the luna alight, Lazarus at Frankenstein's, Babe I'll be a, Flatliner for a , Heartkiller A little we die, Above the lesser light, For you I'm open wide, Babe I'll be a, Flatliner for a, Heartkiller Heartkiller Top hats off to the return, Of the beat to lick a wound to, Cursed for some and blessed for a few, It doesn't have to make any sense at all, Come hither and we'll fall, In love For Love I'm crawling out of patience baby Sparks will fly, Beneath the luna alight, Lazarus at Frankenstein's, Babe I'll be a, Flatliner for a , Heartkiller A little we die, Above the lesser light, For you I'm open wide, Babe I'll be a, Flatliner for a, Heartkiller Paint all your sorrows for me to sing Hearkiller Draw your pain and hear me hum it out (Instrumental Break) Sparks will fly, Beneath the luna alight, Lazarus at Frankenstein's, Babe I'll be a, Flatliner for a , Heartkiller A little we die, Above the lesser light, For you I'm open wide, Babe I'll be a, Flatliner for a, Heartkiller Heartkiller Heartkiller Babe I'll be a, Flatliner for a, Heartkiller Babe I'll be a, Flatliner for a, Heartkiller Dying Song I've seen you breath life into the weakest of hearts, And heard you scream out loud the sweetest poem Echoing accros the ocean Reminding me why I still try to hold onto whatever is left of you and I, Shedding skin to a dying song, We hum along to the evening sun 'till we are no more, Little deaths to a dying song, Sound a lot like life, I've seen these dreams being crushed by a single thought, And felt the envy of sadness engulf all warmth, Barley alive under ice by exchanging sighs, With tomorrow quivering in the loneliest light, Shedding skin to a dying song, We hum along to the evening sun 'till we are no more, Little deaths to a dying song, Sound a lot like -- life and love, Life and love, Will you Crawl back into bed tomorrow is trembling at the sights of you and I, Shedding skin to a dying song, We hum along to the evening sun 'till we are no more, Little deaths to a dying song, Sound a lot like -- life and love, Life and love, Life and love, Life and love, ( Background: Dying Song ) Life and love, ( A Dying Song ) With you, ( A Dying Song ) With you, ( Dying Song ) With you, ( Dying Song ) With you, Dying Song Disarm me (with your loneliness) A promise of heaven pushed us right back to hell Turned three sevens into three sixes again And you laughed at my face when I told you how much it hurts and said Disarm me with your loneliness Just like always before Deceive me out of my emptiness telling me how you love You keep on tempting me to go on whatever the cost To witness the prettiest flower in bloom wither to dust So I’ll break all the rules in this endless game once called love for you Disarm me with your loneliness Just like always before Deceive me out of my emptiness telling me how you love me with all your heart no more Disarm me with your loneliness Just like always before Disarm me with your loneliness Just like always before Deceive me out of my emptiness telling me how you love me with all your heart no more (tell me how much you miss my warmth) no more (tell me how my kiss can change your world) no more (tell me how much it hurts to be alone) No more (Lie to me that you love me with all your heart) No more Love the hardest way Love’s the devil counting teardrops in the rain To the sound of a chalkboard symphony played with nails For what it’s worth I don’t want to see you hurt any more than you have to Chorus: Dine on glass, wine on blood, baby love the hard way Baudelaire in braille baby love the harder way Once you lose yourself entomb I promise you love the hardest way pretty like a flower on a tomb you are kissed blue by the last arrows of the sun olly olly oxen free hide and go weep no more unless you want to Dine on glass, wine on blood, baby love the hard way Baudelaire in brail baby love the harder way wont you lose yourself into I promise you love the hardest way Guitarsolo Chorus: Dine on glass, wine on blood, baby love the hard way Baudelaire in brail baby love the harder way wont you lose yourself into I promise you love the hardest way (Love the hard way) Love the hardest way (Love the harder way) won’t you lose yourself into I promise you love the hardest way love the hardest way Love the hardest way Love the hardest Katherine Wheel Lo and behold baby these are things you make me do Katherine Wheel I am burning for you I’m burning for you Come on and break me a limb at a time wrap me round your spokes so tight There’s no letting go Spin me around to blur the line between you and I What are you waiting for Lo and behold baby these are the things you make me do Katherine Wheel I am burning for you Please don’t stop until my heart no longer screams Katherine Wheel Katherine Wheel Holding hands won’t be enough in a world giving head to a gun love in theory and practice chapter one Lo and behold baby these are the things you make me do Katherine Wheel I am burning for you Please don’t stop until my heart no longer screams Katherine Wheel Katherine Wheel I twist and turn In your arms swirl The dizzier I get the clearer I see with you I’m at peace with the war within Lo and behold baby these are the things you make me do Katherine Wheel I am burning for you Please don’t stop until my heart no longer screams Katherine Wheel Katherine Wheel Lo and behold baby these are the things you make me do Katherine Wheel I am burning for you Katherine Wheel I am burning for you Katherine Wheel Katherine Wheel I’m burning for you In the arms of rain Once again we found ourselves to be lost Holding hands while straying from the path in a forest dark Aren’t you happy to see me crawl Serpertine towards the sun to you Lift the lid of your heart’s casket in the arms of rain We’ll drift along this river of sadness until we feel no pain Baby,It's the Hail Marys for the secrets you’ve kept from me Hail Marys for tomorrow’s dream In the arms of rain we are free Again, I fought myself and lost Come bite the apple and I’ll coil around your heart I’m so happy to see you weep along In these these arms you belong Lift the lid of your heart’s casket in the arms of rain We’ll drift along this river of sadness until we feel no pain Baby, it's the Hail Marys for the secrets you’ve kept from me Hail Marys for tomorrow’s dream In the arms of rain we are free Ave Maria, we’ve tried Ave Maria, we ‘ve cried Ave Maria, we've died Lift the lid of your heart’s casket in the arms of rain We’ll drift along this river of sadness until we feel no pain Baby, it's the Hail Marys for the secrets you’ve kept from me Hail Marys for tomorrow’s dream In the arms of rain we are free Lift the lid of your heart’s casket in the arms of rain We’ll drift along this river of sadness until we feel no pain Baby, it's the Hail Marys for the secrets you’ve kept from me Hail Marys for tomorrow’s dream In the arms of rain we are free It’s the end of the road Hold me It’s the end of the road and we're free Ode to Solitude Easy on the eyes Uneasy on the heart Sew my wrists shut, sew my wrists shut with hope striaght into the light shining bright I dare you to dream this and I dare you to dream this gone What I want to know is which makes you smile less Here’s to the pain the light of the oncoming train Come on, Ode to solitude in chains Here’s to the pain, as always heaven in flames Bleeding, ode to solitude in chains Map the scars of the heart Bruised and torn Loosen the noose love, losen the noose with love What I want to know is why you keep me hanging Here’s to the pain the light of the oncoming train Come on, Ode to solitude in chains Here’s to the pain, as always heaven in flames Bleeding, ode to solitude in chains If I should fail to stay remember not to forget this feeling you have I've failed, please pretend it never happened baby Shatter me with hope The girl who cried at love, won't you come and play with me? You can be Cassandra, underneath the sword of Damocles We'll tear this baby apart wise like Solomon Run, come shatter me now Shatter me with hope Crawl, come breathe me in, bleed out all sorrows Scream me a dream, untouched by shadows Baby, shatter me now, shatter me now Shatter me with hope She'll be the witness to the repose of Evelyn Push the needle in To the of canticles of ecstasy Turn to page 43 And you'll know how I feel Run, come shatter me now, shatter me with hope Crawl, come breathe me in, bleed out all sorrows Scream me a dream, untouched by shadows Baby, shatter me now, shatter me now shatter me with hope Swear on your heart's grave, I'm wrong and love like your life's depending on it ('cause it is!) We'll tear this baby apart, wise like Solomon Turn to page forty three, and you'll know how I feel Run, come shatter me now, shatter me with hope Crawl, come breathe me in Bleed out all sorrow Scream me dream, untouched by shadows Baby, shatter me now, shatter me now shatter me with hope Shatter me now, shatter me now, shatter me now Oh, oh-u, oooh Shatter me now, shatter me now, shatter me now Oh, oh-u, oooh,Oh, oh-u, oooh Scream me a dream.....! (Shatter me now, shatter me now, shatter me now) Scream me a dream.....! (Shatter me now, shatter me now, shatter me now) Acoustic Funeral (for love in limbo) You missed the winter and it followed you back home Where sun kissed the crimson footsteps in the melting snow We are doing our best to disown the golden mean By these acts of cruelty in the name of beauty to be free The acoustic funeral for love in limbo We're dancing with tags on our toes I save my last breath for your window To write you this song, for the acoustic funeral On the verge of a vow to kill all reason Locking that door to a nightmare withing a nightmare We are bound to adore Let the planchette in the shape of a heart glide to oui And fiinally confirm all fears to be so real (It's unreal) The acoustic funeral for love in limbo We're dancing with tags on our toes I save my last breath for your window To write you this song, for the acoustic funeral Underneath the ice so thin i am turning blue the one las thing i know to be real is the shadow of you killing love with a kiss The acoustic funeral for love in limbo We're dancing with tags on our toes I save my last breath for your window To write you this song, for the acoustic funeral Let's re-enact the fall for the acoustic funeral Like Saint Valentine In the name of love lost I'm frozen to her and I want you to come Build me a bridge soaked in gasoline And pass the torch Hey baby, let me be your valentine Saint Valentine Suck the sorrow out of you and try to keep a lie alive Like Saint Valentine Like the couple from Pompeii Our drama is put on display Along with a dove stuffed In a coffin of glas entitled Love, lust and the Holy Ghost Those were the days Hey baby, let me be your valentine Saint Valentine Suck the sorrow out of you and try to keep a lie alive Like Saint Valentine Love is the only war worth dying for Lift me up to knock me down I'm all yours for now The Foreboding Sense of Impending Happiness By your heartstrings I am hanging from a dream Swinging in the warm autumn breeze Come look at the scars Smother a heart Opening up No more Tiptoeing along a strand of your hair Suspended between these thoughts and actions Miles above reality [/more] http://heartagram.borda.ru/?1-0-0-00000915-000-135-0#030
Luuna: summerwine пишет: в любви ему нравится преследование так одно другому не мешает (а кому оно не нравится ) summerwine пишет: та не.. это ерунда ну уж! это ВВ сказал - не я. просто тебе ,видимо, больше импонирует образ хищника ну а он , видимо, хищник, которого можно таки приручить, который может быть и ласковым, но одновременно...сколько волка не корми...
summerwine: Tiger Lily пишет: сразу клип харткиллера вспомнила...его хищнический взгляд и стреляние глазками ну так понятно когда он говорил про ээ что любит искать любовь преследовать то срау Харткиллер вспоминается и то как он его в какомт ивью на диванчике описывал, Харткиллер - это про то. когда мужчина делает так и глазками так
summerwine: summerwine пишет: просто тебе ,видимо, больше импонирует та причем тут это, я прост про одно, а ты мне цитируешь вообще другое
Luuna: summerwine пишет: та причем тут это, я прост про одно, а ты мне цитируешь вообще другое да притом что ты помнишь про хищника, а я про раболепствовать...кому что ближе, как говорится
Wednesday: Такая интересная теория! Касательно Акустических похорон. На оф. Харте заметили, что в лирике песни есть ссылка на переписку Sophia Hawthorne to Nathaniel Hawthorne , эта известная любовная пара -он тоже писал ей на window. У них были необычные отношения, они не могли быть вместе сразу , но писали друг другу любовные письма, так словно они были уже женаты. Although he got engaged to Sophie in 1838 it was not until 1842 that they married. Sophie had been almost totally bedridden for most of her early life following several experimental medical treatments for her frequent migraines. She then met Hawthorne who had been “dating” her sister (Elizabeth Peabody) and quickly formed a relationship with him after which her headaches seem to have abated. This love letter although written whilst still engaged is written in a style they adopted early on in their relationship writing as if they were already married as a means of looking forward to their future life together.Of his wife, whom he referred to as his “Dove”, Hawthorne wrote that she “is, in the strictest sense, my sole companion; and I need no other – there is no vacancy in my mind, any more than in my heart… Thank God that I suffice for her boundless heart!” Sophia greatly admired her husband’s work. In one of her journals, she wrote: “I am always so dazzled and bewildered with the richness, the depth, the… jewels of beauty in his productions that I am always looking forward to a second reading where I can ponder and muse and fully take in the miraculous wealth of thoughts”. Самое интересное, он звал ее моя Dove
Tiger Lily: Wednesday пишет: Такая интересная теория! и вправду интересная история Wednesday пишет: Самое интересное, он звал ее моя Dove намек тогда еще на валентина, along with the DOVE stuffed in a coffin of glass entitled Love, Lust and the Holy Ghost. можно тогда интерпретировать что он с ней в этом стеклянном гробу под названием Любовь, Страсть и Святой Дух.
Wednesday: Tiger Lily пишет: что он с ней в этом стеклянном гробу под названием Любовь, Страсть и Святой Дух.
Tiger Lily: Wednesday пишет: что он с ней в этом стеклянном гробу под названием Любовь, Страсть и Святой Дух ну хотя это не новость для меня...я собственно так и думала изначально, просто еще голубя как символ Святого Духа туда мы зафигачили
Luuna: Wednesday пишет: в лирике песни есть ссылка на переписку Sophia Hawthorne to Nathaniel Hawthorne а может случайно совпало про окно. Или Вилле говорил об этой паре когда-нибудь. А чем она известна? Кстати, а эта ссылка дает нам что-нибудь новое в плане понимания песни? Wednesday пишет: он звал ее моя Dove девочки, я же говорила, что голубь, может быть и не голубем символом св.духа, а голубкой(голубушкой) - обращение к любимой. А вообще это мало что меняет. И раз уж про Св. Духа речь идет в песне все равно, то наверное голубь все же символ Духа. А Любовь и страсть - это символ влюбленной пары и драмы. Вот и заперты они у всех на виду в прозрачном гробу. Пара (драма) и голубь. И кстати, это же как-то обнадеживающе звучит, что Св. Дух с ними вместе, не покинул их.
Tiger Lily: Luuna пишет: а может случайно совпало про окно. Или Вилле говорил об этой паре когда-нибудь. А чем она известна? Кстати, а эта ссылка дает нам что-нибудь новое в плане понимания песни? никогда не слышала чтобы он говорил. но учитывая что Виль очень любознательный и для песен очень многое берет из книжек, я не удивлюсь если он тут воспользовался этой романтической идеей. вообще Натаниэль Готорн был писателем, очень известная его книга Алая буква, или Красная буква (Scarlet Letter), по ней даже фильм сделали, еще детские книжки писал. вообще я прочитала что его жена Софи писала ему записки, поэмы на окнах в доме где они жили (царапала их кольцом с брюликом), их до сих пор можно там прочитать
Wednesday: Tiger Lily пишет: вообще я прочитала что его жена Софи писала ему записки, поэмы на окнах в доме где они жили (царапала их кольцом с брюликом), их до сих пор можно там прочитать Да, да, да. И это очень известная романтическая пара,чья любовь была яркой и они не могли быть вместе сразу.Она вообще ему сказала, что по причине здоровья не может быть его, и они долго были тайно помолвлены. А вообще это просто позволяет понять , откуда возможно Вало взял это красивое выражение, и что его на это натолкнула-наверняка он знал об этой паре. А вот еще почитайте стихотворение Эллиота.Сам Вало сказал, что много читал его во время написания этого альбома и это сразу чувствуется.Там даже то же есть сравнение с Лазарем The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T S Eliot S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question… Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair [They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”] My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin [They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”] Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? And I have known the eyes already, known them all The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume? And I have known the arms already, known them all Arms that are braceleted and white and bare [But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!] It is perfume from a dress That makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. And should I then presume? And how should I begin? Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?… I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep… tired… or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all” If one, settling a pillow by her head, Should say: “That is not what I meant at all. That is not it, at all.” And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor And this, and so much more? It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: “That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.” No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old… I grow old… I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T S Eliot
Tiger Lily: Wednesday пишет: Она вообще ему сказала, что по причине здоровья не может быть его, и они долго были тайно помолвлены да она почти была прикована к кровати из-за мигрени непрекращающейся.. Wednesday пишет: А вот еще почитайте стихотворение Эллиота.Сам Вало сказал, что много читал его во время написания этого альбома и это сразу чувствуется. да. собственно он говорил о том, что очень часто берет идеи из каких-то прочитанных им книг или увиденных фильмов, что делает его песни еще более интересными, необычными
summerwine: Tiger Lily пишет: да. собственно он говорил о том, что очень часто берет идеи из каких-то прочитанных им книг или увиденных фильмов, что делает его песни еще более интересными, необычными я до сих пор когда смотрю вспоминаю I"ve cross the oceans of time to find you
Wednesday: Вот этот кусок про восставшего Лазаря как раз взят наверное отсюда и смысл похожий To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all” If one, settling a pillow by her head, Should say: “That is not what I meant at all. That is not it, at all.”
Wednesday: В общем вот мой вариант о странице 43. Есть знаменитый сбоник соннетов о любви Sonnets from the Portuguese написанных Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1850).Их там 44, но самый знаменитый соннет 43.он так и называется соннет 43. Вот он. Sonnet 43 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. И стихотворение идеально подходит по смыслу -это признание в любви"Как я тебя люблю".И самое интересное, что оно было много раз спето разными музыкантами.Так что put the needle in вполне к месту.
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