My spiritual exercises
utorak, 27.12.2016.
60s & 80s
Not so surprisingly, after this survey occured to me one song, that present the blend of older and newer styles. So, the song below is mixture of Scott Walker (voice), and Tears For Fears (synth), also with a touch of Spandau Ballet (saxophone)
The other two songs are also some kind of blend of 60s and 80s music.
I LOST THE LOVE (OF HEAVEN ABOVE)
I LOST EARTH'S JOYS
BUT FELT THE GLOW
TILL LOVELINESS
AND I DID GROW
HEAVEN'S FLAME
ABOUND IN ME:
THE BARD OF
IMMORTALITY.
I LOST THE LOVE OF HEAVEN ABOVE
I FELT THE SWEETS OF FANCIED LOVE
I SPURN'D THE LUST OF EARTH BELOW
AND HELL ITSELF MY ONLY FOE
I SNATCH'D THE
SUN'S ETERNAL RAY
I LOVED, BUT
WOMAN FELL AWAY
I HID ME FROM
HER FADED FAME:
AND WROTE TILL
EARTH WAS BUT A NAME.
I LOST THE LOVE OF HEAVEN ABOVE
I FELT THE SWEETS OF FANCIED LOVE
I SPURN'D THE LUST OF EARTH BELOW
AND HELL ITSELF MY ONLY FOE
IN EVERY LANGUAGE
UPON EARTH,
I GAVE MY NAME
IMMORTAL BIRTH
ON EVERY SHORE,
O'ER EVERY SEA,
I KEPT MY SPIRIT
WITH THE FREE.
I LOST THE LOVE OF HEAVEN ABOVE
I FELT THE SWEETS OF FANCIED LOVE
I SPURN'D THE LUST OF EARTH BELOW
AND HELL ITSELF MY ONLY FOE
[according to the poem „A Vision“ by John Clare,
music by val3]
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY, LIKE THE NIGHT
AND ALL THAT'S BEST OF DARK AND BRIGHT
OF CLOUDLESS CLIMES AND STARRY SKIES;
MEET IN HER ASPECT AND HER EYES:
THUS MELLOWED TO THAT TENDER LIGHT
WHICH HEAVEN TO GAUDY DAY DENIES.
ONE SHADE THE MORE, ONE RAY THE LESS,
HAD HALF IMPAIRED THE NAMELESS GRACE
WHICH WAVES IN EVERY RAVEN TRESS,
OR SOFTLY LIGHTENS O'ER HER FACE;
WHERE THOUGHTS SERENELY SWEET EXPRESS
HOW PURE, HOW DEAR THEIR DWELLING-PLACE.
THE SMILES THAT WIN, THE TINTS THAT GLOW,
A MIND AT PEACE WITH ALL BELOW,
SO SOFT, SO CALM, YET ELOQUENT,
A HEART WHOSE LOVE IS INNOCENT!
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY, LIKE THE NIGHT
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY, LIKE THE NIGHT
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY - LIKE THE NIGHT
[according to the poem „She Walks in Beauty“ by George Gordon Byron,
music by val3]
IAM
I AM: YET WHAT I AM NONE CARES OR KNOWS,
I AM THE SELF-CONSUMER - OF MY WOES,
MY FRIENDS FORSAKE ME LIKE A MEMORY LOST;
THEY RISE AND VANISH IN OBLIVIOUS HOST,
LIKE SHADES IN LOVE AND DEATH'S OBLIVION LOST;
AND YET I AM! AND LIVE WITH SHADOWS TOST
INTO THE NOTHINGNESS OF SCORN AND NOISE,
WHERE THERE IS NEITHER SENSE OF LIFE NOR JOYS,
INTO THE LIVING SEA OF WAKING DREAMS,
BUT THE VAST SHIPWRECK OF MY LIFE'S ESTEEMS;
AND E'EN THE DEAREST - THAT I LOVED THE BEST -
ARE STRANGE - NAY, RATHER STRANGER THAN THE REST
I LONG FOR SCENES WHERE MAN HAS NEVER TROD;
THERE TO ABIDE WITH MY CREATOR, GOD,
UNTROUBLING AND UNTROUBLED WHERE I LIE;
THE GRASS BELOW-ABOVE THE VAULTED SKY.
[according to the poem „I Am“ by John Clare,
music by val3]
