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Hier kommt die Vertonung eines Gedichts von ASJ Tessimond, einem britischen Poeten, der 'Portrait of a Romantic wohl in den 1930er Jahren geschrieben hat. Er war der Lieblingspoet meiner britischen Freundin, daher kenne ich den überhaupt.
Das ist jetzt einfach nur akk. Gitarre und Gesang mit einem einem Fieldrecorder vor der Nase in einem Rutsch aufgenommen.
Das ist jetzt einfach nur akk. Gitarre und Gesang mit einem einem Fieldrecorder vor der Nase in einem Rutsch aufgenommen.
He is in love with the land that is always over
the next hill, and the next, with the bird that is never
caught, with the room beyond the looking-glass
He likes the half-seen, the half-heard, the half lit,
The man in a fog, the road without an ending
Stray pieces of torn,words to piece together.
He is well-aware that man is always lonely,
listening for an echo of his cry, crying for the moon,
making the moon his mirror, weeping in the night
He often dives in the deep-sea, undertow
of the dark and dreaming mind.
He turns at corners, twists on his heel to trap his following shadow.
He is haunted by the face behind the face.
He searches for lost frontiers and lost doors.
He tries to climb the wall around the world
the next hill, and the next, with the bird that is never
caught, with the room beyond the looking-glass
He likes the half-seen, the half-heard, the half lit,
The man in a fog, the road without an ending
Stray pieces of torn,words to piece together.
He is well-aware that man is always lonely,
listening for an echo of his cry, crying for the moon,
making the moon his mirror, weeping in the night
He often dives in the deep-sea, undertow
of the dark and dreaming mind.
He turns at corners, twists on his heel to trap his following shadow.
He is haunted by the face behind the face.
He searches for lost frontiers and lost doors.
He tries to climb the wall around the world
