Muzica
"Eminescu" – Grigore Vieru; Doina ÅŸi Ion Aldea-Teodorovici
scris de Alin Olaru la data de Apr.02, 2009, din categoria Folk/Rock, Muzica, Poezie
Reiau seria postărilor pe blog cu o melodie cu care mulţi dintre noi am crescut. Pe care o auzeam şi ne plăcea când eram mici, dar pe care am uitat-o undeva prin şifonierele cu jucării stricate şi visuri spulberate. Şi mai ales, mulţi dintre noi nici nu ne amintim sau nu am ştiut vreodată cine se află în spatele acestei melodii. Doina şi Ion Aldea-Teodorovici, două voci tulburătoare, răscolitoare, divine ale Republicii Moldova, soţ şi soţie uniţi într-un nobil scop, acela de a reuni, măcar în cântare, Moldova, fiica rătăcitoare fără voie a României cu patria mumă.
“Eminescu” reprezintă, în aceste versuri, România esenÅ£ializată, redusă la nivelul unui simbol naÅ£ional. Poezia exprimă bucuria regăsirii originilor, a naÅ£ionalităţii, conÅŸtientizarea etniei române ÅŸi entuziasmul patriotic la perspectiva vredniciei de a te identifica cu rădăcinile tale. (…)
"Now And Then" – Blackmore's Night
scris de Alin Olaru la data de Jan.03, 2009, din categoria Muzica
La început de an, un cântec care să ne înveţe să mergem mai departe. Amintirile rămân, dar drumul nostru este clar şi trebuie să îl urmăm fără a ne poticni în reflexul de a privi înapoi.
Now And Then – Blackmore’s Night
The past is so familiar
But that’s why you couldn’t stay
Too many ghosts, too many haunted dreams
Beside you were built to find your own way…
But after all these years, I
thought we’d still hold on
But when I reach for you and search your eyes
I see you’ve already gone…
That’s OK
I’ll be fine
I’ve got myself, I’ll heal in time
But when you leave just remember what we had…
There’s more to life than just you
I may cry but I’ll make it through
And I know that the sun will shine again
Though I may think of you now and then…
Can’t do a thing with ashes
But throw them to the wind…
Though this heart may be in pieces now
You know I’ll build it up again and
I’ll come back stronger than I ever did before
Just don’t turn around when you
walk out that door…
That’s OK
I’ll be fine
I’ve got myself, I’ll heal in time
But when you leave just remember what we had…
There’s more to life than just you
I may cry but I’ll make it through
And I know that the sun will shine again
Though I may think of you now and then…
That’s OK
I’ll be fine
I’ve got myself, I’ll heal in time
And even though our story’s at the end
I still may think of you now and then…
"The Blue Cafe" – Chris Rea
scris de Alin Olaru la data de Dec.14, 2008, din categoria Muzica
The Blue Cafe – Chris Rea
My world is miles of endless roads
That leaves a trail of broken dreams
Where have you been
I hear you say?
I will meet you at the Blue Cafe
Because, this is where the one who knows
Meets the one who does not care
The cards of fate
The older shows
To the younger one, who dares to take
The chance of no return
Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know that is new?
Where are you going to?
Because I want to go with you
So meet me down at the Blue Cafe
The cost is great, the price is high
Take all you know, and say goodbye
Your innocence, inexperience
Mean nothing now
Because, this is where the one who knows
Meets the one that does not care
Where have you been?
I hear you say
I’ll meet you at the Blue Cafe
So meet me at the Blue Cafe
"November Rain" – Guns'n'Roses
scris de Alin Olaru la data de Nov.29, 2008, din categoria Muzica
Dacă tot suntem în ton cu luna noiembrie, nu mă pot abÅ£ine de la posta ÅŸi această arhicunoscută baladă, probabil una dintre cele mai frumoase… Nu prea am comentarii pertinente care să o însoÅ£ească, deci las imaginile si muzca să vorbească.
November Rain – Guns’n'Roses
When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin’ when I hold you
Don’t you know I feel the same
‘Cause nothin’ lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it’s hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We’ve been through this such a long long time
Just tryin’ to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go today
Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin’ that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin’ don’t refrain
Or I’ll just end up walkin’
In the cold November rain
Do you need some time…on your own
Do you need some time…all alone
Everybody needs some time…on their own
Don’t you know you need some time…all alone
I know it’s hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn’t time be out to charm you
Sometimes I need some time…on my
own Sometimes I need some time…all alone
Everybody needs some time…on their own
Don’t you know you need some time…all alone
And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh
I know that you can love me
When there’s no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
‘Cause nothin’ lasts forever
Even cold November rain
Don’t ya think that you need somebody
Don’t ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You’re not the only one
You’re not the only on
"November" – Tom Waits
scris de Alin Olaru la data de Nov.28, 2008, din categoria Muzica
Încă un an ce ne părăseşte, încă un an lăsat în urmă, încă un an în care am renăscut, am trăit cu bucurii, cu tristeţi, cu succese şi decepţii, iar acum simţim răcoarea unui nou sfârşit în vine. Este momentul în care ar trebui să privim înapoi, să ne analizăm, să vedem cum putem să începem din nou într-o formulă mai bună. Atâta presiune, atâta greutate, noiembrie cel rece şi nemilos ne aduce o nouă iarnă a gândurilor retrospective.
November – Tom Waits
No shadow no stars
no moon no cars
November
it only believes
in a pile of dead leaves
and a moon
that’s the color of bone
No prayers for November
to linger longer
stick your spoon in the wall
we’ll slaughter them all
November has tied me
to an old dead tree
get word to April
to rescue me
November’s cold chain
Made of wet boots and rain
and shiny black ravens
on chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
you’re my firing squad
November
With my hair slicked back
with carrion shellac
with the blood from a pheasant
and the bone from a hare
tied to the branches
of a roebuck stag
left to wave in the timber
like a buck shot flag
Go away you rainsnout
go away blow your brains out
November