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no sense in lovin’ [canciones pre-tristes]

björk – sonnet / unrealities ix
based on the poem it may not always be so; and i say by e.e.cummings

it may not always be so;and i say
that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch
another’s,and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart,as mine in time not far away;
if on another’s face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know,or such
great writhing words as,uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be,i say if this should be-
you of my heart,send me a little word;
that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

+plus algunas canciones pre-tristes

aimee mann – the moth
bob dylan – it’s alright ma (i’m only bleeding)
pink floyd – one slip
uncle tupelo – no sense in lovin’
lucybell – cuando respiro en tu boca
grandaddy – the warming sun
low skies – is it true
the elected – sun, sun, sun
mogwai – i know you are but what am i?

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5 Responses

  1. Holger says:

    nice post.
    didn’t know that this is the sonnet underlaying björk’s song.
    i’ll post a link on my blog tonight….
    thx

  2. Daniel Rubin says:

    what a lovely set of music, 1/2 of which was news to me. thanks.

  3. Moka says:

    que alegria escuchar “the moth”. esa cancion es mi favorita de aimee mann, aunque me parece mas sexy que pre-triste.

    “So come on let’s go ready or not
    cuz there’s a flame I know hotter than hot
    and with a fuse that’s so thoroughly shot
    away”

  4. Eric says:

    Great set of tracks. I really like that Low Skies song.

  5. exoul says:

    i didn’t know i had that song already. actually, i got the album (medulla) from which it was taken from. the 1st time i heard her sing some lines from E.E. cummings poems, was on that vespertine album.

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The song makes its imprint
in the air, making itself felt,
a felt world. Here, there,
the stunned silence

of knowing I will not remember
what I heard;

futures that will never happen,
a fluidity we cannot achieve
except as a child
creating possibility.

This is the untranslatable song
hidden in the earth.

-Untranslatable Song [1]