Vidro Azul ("Blue Glass")


Vidro Azul ("Blue Glass"): its broadcastings began in RUC-Radio University of Coimbra, later extending to Radio Radar, and now on Radio SBSR. In its two-hour duration, this author’s project explores melancholic sonorities also experimenting, boundarylessly, with beautiful ethereal landscapes. Through several genres ranging from folk, glitch, indietronica, neoclassical, ambient, jazz, indie pop, minimal among others, themes are blended in an intentional attempt to create a coherent harmony.


sexta-feira, junho 8

Fame is but a fruit tree / So very unsound. / It can never flourish / Till its stalk is in the ground. / So men of fame / Can never find a way / Till time has flown / Far from their dying day. / Forgotten while you're here / Remembered for a while / A much updated ruin / From a much outdated style. / Life is but a memory / Happened long ago. / Theatre full of sadness / For a long forgotten show. / Seems so easy / Just to let it go on by / Till you stop and wonder / Why you never wondered why. // Safe in the womb / Of an everlasting night / You find the darkness can / Give the brightest light. / Safe in your place deep in the earth / That's when they'll know what you were really worth. / Forgotten while you're here / Remembered for a while / A much updated ruin / From a much outdated style. / Fame is but a fruit tree / So very unsound. / It can never flourish / Till its stalk is in the ground. / So men of fame / Can never find a way / Till time has flown / Far from their dying day. // Fruit tree, fruit tree / No-one knows you but the rain and the air. / Don't you worry / They'll stand and stare when you're gone. / Fruit tree, fruit tree / Open your eyes to another year. / They'll all know / That you were here when you're gone.

nick drake (1968 - 1974)

3 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

I never felt magic crazy as this / I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea / I never held emotion in the palm of my hand / Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree / But now you're here / Brighten my northern sky. / It's been a long time that I'm waiting / Been a long time that I'm blown / Been a long time that I've wandered / Through the people I have known / Oh, if you would and you could / Straighten my new mind's eye. / Would you love me for my money / Would you love me for my head / Would you love me through the winter / Would you love me 'til I'm dead / Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high. / I never felt magic crazy as this / I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea / I never held emotion in the palm of my hand/ Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree / But now you're here / Brighten my northern sky.

Anónimo disse...

Grande senhor esse...

gi disse...

algures numa varanda algarvia, olhando o azul em frente, escutei, dois dias atrás, 'river man'.
há coisas que são simplesmente 'para sempre'. sem mais.
um abraço.
gi.