Joy Division, "Atmosphere"

Atmos. Feras.







P.S.: "A" banda do Século XX. Mato quem disser o contrário...

P.P.S.: A alguém que pense porque agreguei o rótulo "Fetichista" a este post, apenas digo que, além de tanto sentimento evocado pela banda, a sua música e a nostalgia destas fotos, que poderia dar lugar a um post por si próprio, o Peter Hook também tocava um baixo Rickenbacker...

Jon Anderson, "Days"

This song of evening's light
Would charge my memory to flight
The trees that listen
Swift wings do carry on through constant
Gardens they offer delight
It is the evening

In deepest woods and fern
Young deer step light through morning's mist
Ascend the swallows
First light streams through the treetops
Bouncing as the flowers illuminate
The breath of morning

This song of ages past
I lay in peace midst grass so green
To reach to skyward
Where larks do sing such high delights
Do pour into my senses
The days are blessings
The days are blessings
The days are blessings

A Música. Os Sentidos...

Ilustração de Robert Wagt

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane

by those who could not hear the music."

~ Frederick Nietsche

Brendan Perry, "Death Will Be My Bride"

Woke up this morning
Set off down the road
Left behind me all those years
Searching for a common soul
I've been looking for a thousand
And one distractions
To empty my mind
Of thoughts of loneliness
I've been looking for someone
To take away my frustrations
But all I find is a sea of emptiness
Death will be my bride
Death will be my bride
Three hours from sundown
I'm still on the road
With those voices in my head
Ringing down the years
For the wind whispers my name
And the leaves they lend a helping hand
If I don't reach you by this time tomorrow
I'll be stone cold dead in the ground
Death will be my bride
Death will be my bride

Counting out time...

... Until (the) "time" comes.
Waiting...

... waiting

...waiting...

...

w

a

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t

i

n

g...

Tic tac

Tic tac...
O tempo vem
Tic tac...
Passou
Tic tac...
(o que é o Tempo?)
Tic tac...
Franjas em pedaços
Tic tac...
Como agarrá-lo?
Tic tac...
(pára!!)
Tic tac...
Quem fez

O Tempo?

Tic tac...
Olho-me

no espelho

Tic tac...
E vejo-o
Tic tac...
Tic tac...

A passar

Tic tac...

Pára!!!

Tic tac...
Quem te inventou?
Tic tac...
E, no entanto…
Tic tac...

És tão relativo.

Tic tac...
Já sei
Tic tac...
Vou ignorar-te
Tic tac...
Tic tac...

Tic

Tac
Tic

Tac

Lá longe

Lá longe,
onde estarás (?)
Sinto-te

Lá longe.

(mas)
Tenho-te aqui
Ouço o (teu) mar.
As ondas
que te envolvem

O sal

que trazes de volta.
Sinto-te a falta.