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segunda-feira, 24 de março de 2014

CLÁSSICOS PARA A VIDA ETERNA

THE NIGHT WATCH (1974) KING CRIMSON

Sério Luiz Gallina

King Crimson, o Rei Escarlate, banda britânica de rock progressivo liderada pelo guitarrista Robert Fripp, teve ilustres músicos, como o baixista Greg Lake, que depois integrou o Emerson, Lake & Palmer, o saxofonista Mel Collins, que depois foi para o Camel, o baterista Bill Bruford, vindo do Yes, entre tantos virtuoses.


Shine, shine, the light of good works shine
The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime
That golden light all grimy now
Three hundred years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
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The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His creditors and councillors
In armour bright, the merchant men
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Official moments of the guild
In poses keen from bygone days
The city fathers frozen there
Upon the canvas dark with age
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The smell of paint, a flask of wine
And turn those faces all to me
The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft
And Dutch respectability
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They make their entrance one by one
Defenders of that way of life
The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie
Guitar lessons for the wife
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So many years we suffered here
Our country racked with Spanish wars
Now comes a chance to find ourselves
And quiet reigns behind our doors
We think about posterity again
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And so the pride of little men
The burghers good and true
Still living through the painter's hands
Request you all to understand


segunda-feira, 27 de maio de 2013

CLÁSSICOS PARA A VIDA ETERNA

ISLANDS* (1971) KING CRIMSON

Sérgio Luiz Gallina
Lançado em 1971, Islands é o quarto álbum do King Crimson. Foi o último disco de estúdio da banda contendo seu tradicional som progressivo, além de ser o último com com as letras de Peter Sinfield.



Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island
My sunsets fade
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after grain love erodes my
High weathered walls which fend off the tide
Cradle the wind to my island
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Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide
Mournfully glide o'er my island
My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale
Dissolves in the sun
Love's web is spun-cats prowl mice run
Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes
Violet skies
Touch my island
Touch me
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Beneath the wind turned wave
Infinite peace
Islands join hands
'Neathe heaven's sea
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Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone
Hungrily reach from my island
Clutch sailor's words - pearls and gourds
Are strewn on my shore
Equal in love, bound in circles
Earth, stream and tree return to the sea
Waves sweep sand from my island 
From me
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*Arte do pintor polonês Jacek Yerka
http://www.yerkaland.com/
Jacek Yerka.jpg