The sound of freedom

>> sexta-feira, Dezembro 22, 2006

Eu sei que não é propriamente um hino natalício, mas hoje deu-me para aqui.

Uma torrente catártica de palavras cruas para nos sacudir a poeira dos ouvidos. De uma das bandas que levaria para uma ilha deserta (a outra é Dead Can Dance).

Artist: Swans
Album: Love Of Life
Year: 1992
Title: The Sound Of Freedom

We're Standing By A River
In A Place Where Nothing Moves
And The White Light In The Sky
Is Meaningless And Cruel
And We Turn Our Face Away
From A Cold And Violent Wind
And We Bow Our Heads Down
And We Pray To The Sound
Of Freedom

With A Mirror In My Hand
And My Eyes Burned In The Fire
Drunk On Self Deception
And Punished By Desire
Leaping Directly Into A Bright White Sea
I'll Keep Myself Breathing
And I'll Swallow The Sound
Of Freedom

Nobody Else Can See You
Nobody Knows You Feel
Go Further Inside You
Where Nothing Else Is Real
Now Throw Yourself Into A Pool
Of Silence You Can See
And Hold The Mirror Before Your Eyes
And Light The White Light, It's The Sound Of Freedom

Now Time Is Just A Picture That
Moves Before Your Eyes
And Every Lie That I Believe
Is Falsely Compromised
And This Is Not A Sound
And We Are Not Alive
Someone Else Was Here Before
In Someone Else's Mind
And The Ground We Walk Is Sacred
And Every Object Lives
And Every Word We Speak
Will Punish Or Forgive
And The Light Inside Your Body
Will Shine Through History
Set Fire To Every Prison
Set Every Dead Man Free
And The Air We're Breathing Now
We Breathed A Million Times
And The Darkest Dreams We Dreamed
Were Dreamed By Other Minds
So Take Us To The Water
Take us to the sound
And Wash My Soul Away
Where It Can Never Be Found...
And The White Light That Surrounds Us
Is The Sound Of Freedom Pounding
And The Ground That Opens Up
Spits The Fire From Freedom's Mouth
And The Concrete, Glass And Steel
Break With A Freedom You Can Feel And
The Wind That Blows Through Heaven
It Screams The Sound Of Freedom
And The Violence That Destroys
Is The Birth Of Freedom Singing
And The Lovers In The Field
Make The Sound Of Freedom Bleeding
And The Pain That Eats My Mind
Is The Shout Of Freedom's Life
And The Sea That Splits In Two
Is The Cut Of Freedom's Knife
And The Fire That Burns This City
Is The White Light In Freedom's Eye
And The White Light Is The Sound
Of Freedom

Feliz Natal, se for caso disso.
ZM

4 comments:

Nana 12/22/2006 7:56 da tarde  

Feliz Natal para ti também e para toda a familia !
Mil beijinhos e saudades !

NS 12/23/2006 7:19 da tarde  

Bom Natal..

(Não tenho dito nada, mas sou fiel leitor por RSS)

Francisco Catarino,  12/24/2006 12:45 da manhã  

Por acaso nunca ouvi essa musica.Tenho curiosidade em ouvi-la.Ja agora aproveito e volte a recordar a grande musica de Simon and garfunkel que é bridge over the trouble water.Esta muito boa mesmo!!

dalai 12/25/2006 11:56 da manhã  

Escolher a banda para levar para ilha... Já agora não queres escolher a ilha.
Acho que são no mínimo as regalias de qualquer naufrago que se preze.

Feliz Natal (Naufrago fino) para ti e para a tua família.

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