La semana VdGG (5)

Seguimos con dos temas del segundo disco de la banda, The least we can do is wave to each other (1970) : “Darkness (11/11)” y “Whatever Would Robert Have Said”. El sonido VdGG no estaba aun del todo definido, todavía parecían un grupo sesentero con algún elemento un poco extraño (el saxo) pero empezaban a apuntarse algunas cosas: un directo potentísimo, por ejemplo, como muestra esta actuación para una televisión alemana.

Darkness (11/11)

Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity.
Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder
I trace its patterns in me.
Tomorrow’s tomorrow is birth again.
Boats burn the bridge in the fens;
the time of the past returns to my life
and uses it.

Don’t blame me for the letters that may form in the sand;
don’t look in my eyes, you may see all the numbers
that stretch in my sky and colour my hand.
Don’t say that I’m wrong in imagining
that the voice of my life cannot sing.
Fate enters and talks in old words:
They amuse it.

The hands shine darkly and white: only in dark they appear.
Bless the baby born today,
flying in pitch, flying on fear.

They shine in my eyes and touch my face
where I have seen them placed before;
don’t blame me, please, for the fate that falls:
I did not choose it.
I did not, no no, I did not
I truly did not choose it.

Whatever would Robert have said

I am the suck of air you take
that you’ve had many times before;
I am the blow you try to fake,
but which still throws you out the door;
I am the air that fills your lungs,
but leaves you emptier below;
I am the void that you can’t explain,
but which is where you want to go.
Flame sucks between the balls of steel;
nothing moves, the air itself congeals.
Look at the flame if you want to,
hear the sharp crack of the fission,
smell the brief vapour of ozone,
feel static motion.
I am the love you try to hide,
but which all can understand;
I am the hate you still deny,
though the blood is on your hands;
I am the peace you’re searching for,
but you know you’ll never find;
I am the pain you can’t endure,
but which tingles in your mind.
Flame sucks between the balls of steel;
nothing moves, the air itself congeals.
Look at the flame if you want to,
hear the sharp crack of the fission,
smell the brief vapour of ozone,
feel static motion.
I am the joy you really pay for,
but which comes completely free;
I am your god on the final day,
for the truth is you and me…

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