THERE YOU ARE

there you are

up on the hill

nothing can touch you

nothing can still

compare to your strenght

depending on that furious

flame that devours you

what can I do

to extinguish it ?


by ipazia

TUTTO E' IN FRANTUMI E DANZA...da THE GHOST SONG di Jim Morrison

Awake.

Shake dreams from your hair

my pretty child, my sweet one.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day

the day’s divinity

First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon

Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side

And we laugh like soft, mad children

Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy

The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones

the time has come again

choose now, they croon

beneath the moon

beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest

Enter the hot dream

Come with us

everything is broken up and dances.

Indians scattered,

On dawn’s highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child’s,

Fragile eggshell mind

We have assembled inside,

This ancient and insane theater

To propagate our lust for life,

And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.

The barns have stormed

The windows kept,

And only one of all the rest

To dance and save us

From the divine mockery of words,

Music inflames temperament.

Ooh great creator of being

Grant us one more hour,

To perform our art

And perfect our lives.

We need great golden copulations,

When the true kings murderers
Are allowed to roam free,

A thousand magicians arise in the land

Where are the feast we are promised?

One more thing

Thank you oh lord
For the white blind light

Thank you oh lord

For the white blind light

A city rises from the sea

I had a splitting headache

From which the future’s made

Un attrattore strano, uno strano attrattore: CENOTAPH

A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
A siren song, a fever of the mind,
A maze wherein affection finds no end,
A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the sun,
A goal of grief for which the wisest run.

Una fortezza sconfitta che la ragione ha difeso,

Un canto delle sirene, la febbre della mente,

Un labirinto in cui affetto non trova fine,

Una nube che corre avanti al vento,

Una sostanza come l'ombra del sole,

Una meta di dolore che è più saggio sfuggire.


Un attrattore strano, uno strano attrattore: CENOTAPH: A fortress foiled, which reason did defend, A siren song, a fever of the mind, A maze wherein affection finds no end, A raging cloud th...