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Just a diary song proposed by an incesant melomaniac... (since 28/08/2005)
Posted by Rubs (choked@mp) at 8:26 pm 0 comments
Song: Nature Boy
Artist: David Bowie
Album: Moulin Rouge! Soundtrack
Genre: Soundtrack
Year: 2001
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(Amazon.com link)I do not like much this film. I do not like too much its soundtrack either. But I do love emotional music, like the one that can be found on this amazing Bowie's version from Eden Ahbez's standard jazz tune - Nature Boy -. A breathtaking song, even more considering that it's just an orchestra with David Bowie's voice.
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(Ewan McGregor: Spoken) This story is about love. The woman I loved is dead
(Bowie: Sung) There was a boy. A very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered, very far, over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye, but very wise was he. And then one day, one magic day, he passed my way while we spoke of many things, fools and kings. This he said to me: "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return".
Posted by Rubs (choked@mp) at 5:42 pm 0 comments
Labels: Soundtrack
Song: The Mercy Seat
Artist: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Album: Tender Prey
Genre: Alternative Rock
Year: 1998
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(Amazon.com link)No explanation needed why this has become Nick Cave's signature song. It's a really hard, powerfull, dark and raw song, something that fits perfect on Cave's personality.
Some information quoting Wikipedia: "In 2000, one of Cave's heroes, Johnny Cash, covered Cave's "The Mercy Seat" on the album American III: Solitary Man, seemingly repaying Cave for the compliment he paid by covering Cash's "The Singer" on his Kicking Against the Pricks album. Cave was then invited to be one of many rock and country artists to contribute to the liner notes of the retrospective The Essential Johnny Cash CD, released to coincide with Cash's 70th birthday. Subsequently, Cave cut a duet with Cash on a version of Hank Williams' "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" for Cash's American IV: The Man Comes Around album (2002). A similar duet, the American folk song "Cindy", was released posthumously on the "Johnny Cash: Unearthed" boxset."
Isn't it too much?
It began when they come took me from my home and put me in Death Row, of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know. And I'll say it again I..am..not..afraid..to..die.
I began to warm and chill. To objects and their fields.
A ragged cup, a twisted mop. The face of Jesus in my soup.
Those sinister dinner deals, the meal trolley's wicked wheels.
A hooked bone rising from my food. All things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting. And I think my head is burning. And in a way I'm yearning to be done with all this measuring of proof. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And anyway I told the truth, and I'm not afraid to die.
Interpret signs and catalogue. A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind. They are sick breath at my hind.
They are sick breath gathering at my hind.
I hear stories from the chamber. How Christ was born into a manger and like some ragged stranger died upon the cross. And might I say it seems so fitting in its way he was a carpenter by trade, or at least that's what I'm told.
Like my good hand I tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist, That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold, the ark of his Testament is stowed a throne from which I'm told all history does unfold. Down here it's made of wood and wire and my body is on fire, and God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb. My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like the moth that tries to enter the bright eye.
So I go shuffling out of life, just to hide in death awhile.
And anyway I never lied.
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L. Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D. `tis a long-suffering shackle collaring all that rebel blood.
And the mercy seat is waiting. And I think my head is burning. And in a way I'm yearning to be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And anyway I told the truth, and I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting. And I think my head is burning. And in a way I'm yearning to be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And anyway I told the truth, and I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting. And I think my head is burning. And in a way I'm yearning to be done with all this weighing up. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And anyway I told the truth, and I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting. And I think my head is burning. And in a way I'm yearning to be done with all this looks of disbelief. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And anyway I told the truth, and I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting. And I think my head is burning. And in a way I'm yearning to be done with all this twisted of the truth. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And anyway I told the truth, and I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting. And I think my head is burning. And in a way I'm yearning to be done with all the fun with all this truth. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And anyway I told the truth, and I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting. And I think my head is burning. And in a way I'm yearning to be done with all this measuring of proof. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And anyway I told the truth, and I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting. And I think my head is burning. And in a way I'm yearning to be done with all this measuring of truth. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And anyway I told the truth, and I'm not afraid to die.
Posted by Rubs (choked@mp) at 3:56 pm 0 comments
Labels: alternative rock