terça-feira, 12 de abril de 2011

Poem in music

Hey Guys, I'm here to show you some artist that have been inspired by English literature in their songs. I found a band, a Metal band (for those who like it), named Krusader that was part of a project called "Wiiliam Shakespeare's Hamlet", in which a lot of other metal bands contributed with their sound to talk about this great English poet. The song chosen is called "The King's Return", and of course, it has a lot of Hamlet references.


The lyric

Skies that art over my head
Heaven or hell is this emissary from?
Cheating my soul art my eyes!
How canst such a resemblance exist?

No! Among sun and moon
Resemblance there is
The most correct word for what I see
Is: Equality
This sensation that drowns my spirit
Makes me call thee Hamlet,
King of Denmark, my father!

I do not fear for my life, because
I'm so immortal as thee
And there's no way to lose something
That doth not has belonged to us
Go ahead, I'll follow thee and soon
I'll know the reasons...
Why hath the king returned…

Tell me, my beloved father
What make thee rip out of thy shroud
And walk once again in a world
That doth not belong to thee anymore

Tell me, lord of the lords,
Owner of my soul
Thou art so generous for giving me life
Tell me what I canst do
To bring thee peace
And I shall satisfy thy will

Thou hast broken the walls which
Separate the worlds. Why?
Thou hast broken the peace that awaits
For us since born we wert

Tell me father, I'm begging
In the name of the years
That I hast given thee
All my honest feelings

Another artist that has been inspired by literary elements is Bob Dylan, in his song "Desolation Row" he mentions Ezra Pound, T.S. Elliot, Opheliac and Romeo, Robin Hood, and some other contemporary and classical elements of the English literature. I hope you guys enjoy it. The video I brought is a Bob Dylan's cover, if you guys fnd the original one, please post it here. Thanks!


Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

(Posted by Diogo Oliveira)

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