21 Ocak 2013 Pazartesi

Lilium Cruentus

Buraya geldikten bir süre sonra Pain of Salvation dinlemeye ara vermiştim. Kendileriyle senelerdir devam eden birlikteliğimiz düşünülünce sanırım biraz molaya ihtiyacım vardı :). Bugün 'Be' albümleriyle kendilerine geri döndüm. Albümün güzel taraflarından biri hem stüdyo hem de konser kaydının bulunması. Aslında konser kaydının bir de dvdsi var ki, otur film gibi seyret. Bir de iki kayıtta bazı şarkıların sözleri farklı. Dinlerken yakalaması eğlenceli oluyor. 

İnsan değiştikçe algısı da, olayları yorumlayışı da değişiyor. Bu yüzdendir ki, bir dönem okunan bir kitap başka bir dönem okunduğunda kitaptan alınan tat, süzülen bakış açısı farklılaşıyor. Şarkılar da öyle. Lilium Cruentus adlı şarkıyı artık başka bir algıyla dinliyorum...





A scene in Brown and Yellow:
I remember it as yesterday. The day you came, with a crimson loss of fall tinted in your eyes. A dark line in your face for every grief - every year. As you came to say goodbye - before you disapeared.

They tell me you are better off where you are now - I don't care. They tell me that your pain is gone where you are now - I don't care.

I need to be strong, need to believe. I need to put faith in something. Need to believe that one day we will meet - Again.

A scene in White and Grey: 
You're not here, and I'm too bent to pay the price, to pay the toll, to bitter bate. For all the beloved ones that go away - will not stay - hurried on - arid. Choked by the break of unknown? You know? Do you know? I don't know. Who'd do now?

Life seems too small when death takes its toll. Life seems too small when death takes its toll.

A scene in Amber - flawed:
They tell me that you're still here, in our minds - I don't know. And who knows maybe one day we will all be gone. Then you will die for each one - Every one.

I need to be strong, need to believe. I need to put faith in something. Need to believe that one day we will meet - Again.

Ashes to ashes - dust to dust. We've heard the ryhme before, how life turns to tin, tin turns to metal and metal inevitably turns to rust.

Life seems too small when death takes its toll. I need something to blame for this pain. You bleed, you fail, you fall, like anyone I know. You break, you fail like anyone I know.

Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me.... Catch me, catch me, catch me, catch me....

Catch me!
Catch me!

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