Τα τραγούδια της Joanna Newsom έρχονται σε αντίθεση με το γενικό μουσικό κλίμα της εποχής μας, αλλά γεφυρώνουν το χάσμα που υπάρχει ανάμεσα σε πολλούς από τους σημερινούς μουσικούς και το παρελθόν, γεγονός που αποβαίνει υπέρ των παλαιότερων δίσκων, αφού, κατά γενική ομολογία και βάσει των προτιμήσεων του κοινού στις αγορές του, η παλαιότερη μουσική συνεχίζει να συγκινεί νέους και μεγαλύτερους που, όπως πάντα, δεν παύουν να ανακαλύπτουν
τις παλιές μουσικές αξίες.
Joanna Newsom
(Γενν: 1982)
“Sprout and the bean”
I slept all day
awoke with distaste
and I railed,
and I raved
That the difference between
the sprout and the bean
is a golden ring,
it is a twisted string.
And you can ask the counsellor;
you can ask the king;
and they'll say the same thing;
and it's a funny thing:
Should we go outside?
Should we go outside?
Should we break some bread?
Are y'interested?
And as I said,
I slept as though dead
dreaming seamless dreams of lead.
When you go away,
I am big-boned and fey
in the dust of the day,
in the dirt of the day.
and Danger! Danger! Drawing near them was a white coat,
and Danger! Danger! drawing near them was a broad boat,
And the water! water! running clear beneath a white throat,
and the hollow chatter of the talking of the Tadpoles,
who know th'outside!
Should we go outside?
Should we break some bread?
Are y'interested?
τις παλιές μουσικές αξίες.
Έγραψε (μεταξύ άλλων ) ο Γιάννης Πετρίδης
στο "Καταφύγιο Θηραμάτων" της Ελευθεροτυπίαε,
17/04/2010
στο "Καταφύγιο Θηραμάτων" της Ελευθεροτυπίαε,
17/04/2010
(Γενν: 1982)
“Sprout and the bean”
I slept all day
awoke with distaste
and I railed,
and I raved
That the difference between
the sprout and the bean
is a golden ring,
it is a twisted string.
And you can ask the counsellor;
you can ask the king;
and they'll say the same thing;
and it's a funny thing:
Should we go outside?
Should we go outside?
Should we break some bread?
Are y'interested?
And as I said,
I slept as though dead
dreaming seamless dreams of lead.
When you go away,
I am big-boned and fey
in the dust of the day,
in the dirt of the day.
and Danger! Danger! Drawing near them was a white coat,
and Danger! Danger! drawing near them was a broad boat,
And the water! water! running clear beneath a white throat,
and the hollow chatter of the talking of the Tadpoles,
who know th'outside!
Should we go outside?
Should we break some bread?
Are y'interested?
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