In the end we had the pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained, oddly shaped emptinesses mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn't name.

Kuuntelin aamulla Au Revoir Simonea, ja kuuntelen yhä. Muistan kun näin ne joskus vuosia sitten  Tavastialla livenä. Jotenkin niistä huokui joku tosielämän Virgin Suicides. Virgin Suicides (jonka suomenkielinen nimi on muuten Kauniina kuolleet ?!) on yksi 90-luvun parhaista elokuvista...ehkä paras, en osaa päättää. Ja tänään Au Revoir Simonen We Are Here sai mut itkemään.

 

 

 

 

Cause somewhere inside me I have been waiting so patiently for you. So don't you break my dream

Tänään, tai siis nyt Suomen aikaa jo eilen Scout Niblett esiintyi Semifinalissa Helsingissä! Yksi niistä hetkistä, kun mua harmittaa olla täällä eikä siellä.

Scoutin This Fool Can Die Now on varmaan yks eniten kuuntelemistani nais-singer/songwritereiden levyistä. Sen folk-tunnelmat vaihtelee herkän romanttisen, seksikkään ja raivokkaan välimaastossa - ja mikä mahtavaa, Scoutissa on munaa koska se soittaa itse instrumenttinsa, ainakin osan niistä. Sen biisit tuntuu aina tätä levyä kuunnellessa olevan jotenkin irti niistä tyypillisistä singer/songwritertunnelmista...että Scout kyllä sanoo niin kuin asiat on (ehkä sekin johtuu siitä, että musta on hienoa kun se soittaa biiseillään kitaraa ja rumpuja). Mutta jos pitäisin tätä totuutena, vähättelisin tietysti monia muita lemppariartistejani. Ja koska oikeasti This Fool Can Die Now ei ole läheskään täydellinen albumi ja sillä on huonojakin kappaleita. Suosittelen silti kuuntelemaan. Se toimii epätäydellisyydestään huolimatta tiettyyn mielentilaan täydellisesti.

Tässä mun lempikappale Kiss siltä levyltä, featuring BONNIE "PRINCE" BILLY.

A kiss could've killed me

If it were not for the rain
A kiss could've killed me
Baby if it were not for the rain

And I had a feeling it was coming on
And I felt it coming
For so long
If I'm to be the fool
Then so it be

This fool can die now
With a heart that's soaked
How
How had it coming
For so long

And darling take my hand
And lead me through the door
Let's kidnap each other
And start singing our song

My heart is charged now
Oh, it's dancing in my chest
And I fly when I walk now
From the spell in that kiss

Cause I ...

It could've
It could've killed me
It could've killed me
If it were not for the rain

Oh darling let me dream
Cause somewhere inside me
I have been waiting
So patiently
For you

So don't you break
Don't break my dream
Don't break my dream

Let the rain exalt us
As the night draws in
Winds howl around us
As we begin
What a way to start a fire
Broken with the break of day

A kiss could have killed me
If it were not for rain

And I have a feeling it's coming on
And I felt it coming on
for so long

And oh it could've
It could've killed me
It could've killed me
If it were not for the rain

You are my brother

Mikään ei oo parempaa itsesäälissä kieriskelymusiikkia kuin Antony and the Johnsons. Sitä tulikin kuunneltua viime viikon lopulla kaikki päivät läpeensä...kurjuuden maksimointi kunniaan! Erityisesti rakastan I am a Bird Now -levyä, joka on kaikessa riipaisevuudessaan ja haikeudessaan ylitsepursuavan kaunis. Tää kappale jotenkin tuntui sopivan nykyiseen olotilaan erityisen hyvin. Tätä tuntuu hyvältä kuunnella siis myös onnellisena! :)

You are my sister, we were born
So innocent, so full of need
There were times we were friends but times I was so cruel
Each night I'd ask for you to watch me as I sleep

I was so afraid of the night
You seemed to move through the places that I feared
You lived inside my world so softly
Protected only by the kindness of your nature

You are my sister
And I love you
May all of your dreams come true

We felt so differently then
So similar over the years
The way we laugh the way we experience pain

So many memories
But theres nothing left to gain from remembering
Faces and worlds that no one else will ever know

You are my sister
And I love you
May all of your dreams come true
I want this for you

They're gonna come true

Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Pendolinossa on langaton nettiyhteys! Katson Woody Allenin Hannah and Her Sistersiä, ja oli pakko keskeyttää E.E. Cummingsin runon takia. Tää on lähes itkettävän kaunis...

somewhere i have never traveled
gladly beyond any experience
your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers
you open always petal by petal myself as spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)
her first rose

or if your wish be to close me
i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:
whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries
rendering death and forever with each breathing

i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

~e.e.cummings

Fistful of Love

I was lying in my bed last night
Staring at a ceiling full of stars
When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel

We live together in a photograph of time
I look into your eyes
And the seas open up to me
I tell you I love you
And I always will

And I know that you can't tell me
And I know that you can't tell me

So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion

I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart

It's out of love
It's out of love

I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion
I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion

I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart

It's out of love
It's out of love...


~Antony and The Johnsons

For what good is love, without loving you?

Kuuntelin Scott Walkerin Scott 3 -levyä... Suosittelen. Kaikille. Tiedän että tän biisin on esittäneet mm. Dusty Springfield ja Frank Sinatra, mutta mun suosikkiversio on Scottin.

If you go away
On this summer day
Then you might as well
Take the sun away
All the birds that flew
In the summer sky
When our love was new
And our hearts were high
And the day was young
And the night was long
And the moon stood still
For the night bird's song

If you go away

But if you stay
I'll make you a day
Like no day has been
Or will be again
We'll sail the sun
We'll ride on the rain
And talk to the trees
And worship the wind

Then if you go
I'll understand
Leave me just enough love
To fill up my hand

If you go away
As I know you will
You must tell the world
To stop turning, turning
'til you return again
If you ever do
For what good is love
Without loving you?
Can I tell you now
As you turn to go
I'll be dying slowly
'til the next hello

But if you stay
I'll make you a night
Like no night has been
Or will be again
I'll sail on your smile
I'll glide on your touch
I'll talk to your eyes
That I love so much

But if you go
I won't cry
Though the good is gone
From the word goodbye

If you go away
As I know you must
There'll be nothing left
In this world to trust
Just an empty room
Full of empty space
Like the empty look
I see on your face
And I'd have been the shadow
Of your shadow
If it might have kept me
By your side

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

- W. B. Yeats