Că tot sunt într-o pasă nostalgică, zilele trecute mi s-a făcut dor de o piesă uimitor de frumoasă (riveting
este termenul cel mai precis 🙂 ) aparţinând trupei Van der Graaf Generator
, piesă căreia i-am ascultat cu atenţie maximă versurile, care sunt un poem excelent în sine, aşa cum sunt toate versurile angoasatului Peter Hammill
„Searching for diamonds in the sulphur mine,
leaning on props that are rotten,
hoping for anything, looking for a sign
that I am not forgotten;
lost in a labyrinth of future mystery,
tracing my steps, all mistaken,
trusting to everything, praying it can be
that I am not forsaken,
I wait by the door, wondering when you will come and keep me warm.
I pray for the end of the night,
hoping the light will still the stormwhich presently entraps me:
helpless sea-monster stranded on the shore,
marooned in an ecstasy of waiting,
I yearn, although knowing that I shall dive no more
in the tide already racing.
My lungs burst to cry:
„Finally how could you leave me here to die?”
I freeze in the chill of this place
with no friendly face to smile goodbye…
how could you let it happen?
How could you let it happen?
Dreams, hopes and promises, fragments out of time,
all of these things have been spoken.
Still you don’t understand how it feels when I’m
waiting for them to be broken...”
(Dear long lost M.T., wherever you are, ‘hope you are fine, I got them, finally, thank God for the Internet :D).