MUSIC

THE SWAN OF TUONELA A segment for a 1940 film, Fantasia. A piece used as introductory music to the BBC radio production of Lost Horizon. The Swan of Tuonela, it is an 1895 tone poem (part of the Lemminkäinen Suite). The music paints a gossamer image of an animal – a swan – swimming around Tuonela, the island of the …

GUANTANAMERA Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma, y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos del alma. Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera, mi verso es de un verde claro, y de un carmin encendido. Mi verso es un ciervo herido, que busca en el monte amparo. Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera, cultivo una rosa blanca, en Julio como en Enero, …

THE SOUND OF SILENCE Hello, darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping, and the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone, beneath the halo of a street …

WISH YOU WERE HERE So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you trade, your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? …

ALWAYS This Romeo is bleeding, but you can’t see his blood. It’s nothing but some feelings, that this old dog kicked up. It’s been raining since you left me. Now I’m drowning in the flood, you see I’ve always been a fighter, but without you I give up. Now I can’t sing a love song, like the way it’s meant …

FRAGILE If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one, drying in the colour of the evening sun, tomorrow’s rain will wash the stains away, but something in our minds will always stay. Perhaps this final act was meant, to clinch a lifetime’s argument, that nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could. For all those born beneath an …

I FEEL YOU I feel you, in the air that has changed, that anticipates the summer, and I cooled down a little. I feel you pass me in the back. Life does not rhyme, for what I do know, I feel you in the middle of a verse, a piece that was floppy, and now it no longer is. I …

IT HAS NEVER AN ERROR I look at you for the last time, as I go on. I hear you breathe, do not take the snapshot. I do not bring no trace in me, nothing that I will have to remove. If you’ve played you are the same, though now it hurts. If you loved was not love, it is …

WELCOME, MY WOMAN Welcome to my woman, welcome to my home, if you are tired now rests I’ll give you a drink. Welcome, my woman, welcome to my home, I will give you bread and roses and with me you’ll laugh. Welcome to my woman, welcome to my home, if you’re tired now rests welcome my woman. (Angelo Branduardi) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7qdDCi0kw8

When you’re here with me, this room has no walls but trees, infinite trees. When you’re here with me, this purple ceiling, no, no longer exists. I see the sky above us, that we stay here, abandoned, as if, if there was nothing left, nothing left in the world. Harmonious sounds, like an organ that vibrates for you and for …