Δευτέρα, 11 Ιουνίου 2012

Δύο ώρες, τριανταοκτώ λεπτά και πενηντατέσσερα δευτερόλεπτα


Χθες έκατσα και άκουσα τα τρία άλμπουμ των -αγαπημένων μου- Arcade Fire στη σειρά. Το κάνω αρκετά συχνά, τραγουδάω, χορεύω μόνος μου, λέω πάντα πόσο αδικημένο θεωρείται το Neon Bible κι άλλα τέτοια διάφορα. Χθες, όμως, πρόσεξα πόσο ταιριάζει το πρώτο τραγούδι που ακούω όταν ξεκινάει το  -σχεδόν- τρίωρο με το τελευταίο.


And if the snow buries my,
my neighbourhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of the town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn.

Then we tried to name our babies,
but we forgot all the names that,
the names we used to know.
But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,
and our parent's bedrooms,
and the bedrooms of our friends.
Then we think of our parents,
well whatever happened to them?

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head to gold,
as the day grows dim,
I hear you sing a golden hymn,
the song I've been trying to sing.

Purify the colours, purify my mind.
Purify the colours, purify my mind,
and spread the ashes of the colours
Over this heart of mine!



If I could have it back
All the time that we wasted
I'd only waste it again
If I could have it back
You know I'd love to waste it again
Waste it again and again and again

I've got to ask
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling again
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling again
Sometimes I can't believe it...

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