sabato 28 dicembre 2013
mercoledì 25 dicembre 2013
domenica 22 dicembre 2013
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Paata Demurishvili - Jesu bleibet meine Freude
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venerdì 13 dicembre 2013
domenica 1 dicembre 2013
domenica 24 novembre 2013
giovedì 21 novembre 2013
lunedì 18 novembre 2013
domenica 17 novembre 2013
venerdì 25 ottobre 2013
domenica 20 ottobre 2013
Gary Lucas "Touched by Grace" review
When I was in Mestre sitting beside Gary Lucas I was like in a dream a materialisation of my idea of Jeff trough one of his most popular friends.
Gary is a very nice and sweet person you can see on his face the melancony of the sad experience he lived with Jeff.
Still now he is living with Jeff every day condamned by him to remember for ever his life and his unforgettable voice.
The beautiful book he has written is a prove of cathartic rievocation of his adventure with Jeff but most of what is telling to us is about Gary's personal life, his need to let people know who he was, what he did and how he lived before he had met Jeff and after.
"Touched by Grace" by Gary Lucas
giovedì 17 ottobre 2013
Jeff Buckley zodiac and ascendant sign from "Astrotheme"
| Born: | November 17, 1966, 10:49 PM | |||
| in: | Los Angeles, CA (United States) | |||
| Sun: | 25°29' Scorpio | AS: | 19°00' Léo | |
| Moon: | 6°08' Aquarius | MC: | 13°21' Taurus | |
| Dominants: | Scorpio, Leo, Virgo Sun, Neptune, Mercury Houses 4, 2, 6 / Water, Earth / Fixed | |||
| Chinese Astrology: | Fire Horse | |||
| Numerology: | Birthpath 5 | |||
| Height: | Jeff Buckley is 5' 7½" (1m71) tall | |||
| Popularity: | 39,021 clicks, 225th man, 406th celebrity | |||
http://www.astrotheme.com/astrology/Jeff_Buckley
"...Your will and your inner motivations
Psychologically speaking, your nature is bilious, with aggressive impulses that lead you towards the transformation of your entire being and, continuously, of the situation surrounding you. You seem to be constantly struggling for your self-assertion. You cannot refrain from testing others with cutting remarks, not because you want to hurt them, but because you want to know them better through their reaction; for you, life and the feeling of aliveness are experienced through rebellion and tension. You may be manipulative and your aggressive attitude may equate with sly inquisition. You often remain silent, introverted and secretive, mulling over turbulent thoughts in the depths of your mind, leaving others puzzled by your somewhat peculiar behaviour.As you are born under this sign, you are secretive, powerful, domineering, enduring, intuitive, assertive, charismatic, magnetic, wilful, daring, clear-sighted, passionate, creative, independent, vigorous, generous, loyal, hard-working, persevering, indomitable, possessive, shrewd, stubborn, ambitious, instinctive, tenacious, sexual, sexy, proud, intense and competitive. But you may also be aggressive, destructive, stubborn, anxious, tyrannical, perverse, sadistic, violent, self-centered, complex, critical, cruel, nasty, jealous, calculating, vulnerable and dissembling.
In love, Sir, you are very magnetic, with a discreet and indefinable charm that inevitably attracts the persons you set your heart on. You detect their weaknesses so well that you can, at will, exert your powers and your manipulation tendencies over them. There are no negative consequences, as long as things go well, because you are very sensual, charming, possessive and swaggering and you make happy all the people who look for this domineering aspect in their partner. However, when things start to deteriorate, your almost pathological jealousy and your capacity to harm when you feel threatened are the causes of your partners' tears.
For you, passion means tension and tragedy. It is the price to be paid for sharing your sexuality loaded with unlimited fantasies, male ardour, loyalty and generosity. You are excessive, but very endearing, and your partner finds it very hard to leave you. It is preferable when things are fine between you.
Unless salient factors indicate otherwise, Jeff Buckley, your nature is not very extroverted and your tendency is to keep to yourself emotions that may run very deep. Your will prompts you to create some sort of security, or cocoon, around you.
You are deeply attached to your family and to your initial home. You need this cosy and warm atmosphere, your parents' love and your family security, and later you reproduce them in your adult's home. Such strong bonds with your family and your home benefit your self-assertion as they combine professional efforts with presence at home. Working at home is particularly suitable, as are, indirectly, professions related to genealogy or even more, to real estate, because you are comfortable with the security aspects of the places you visit. Your father often plays a major role, possibly an excessive one, with the danger that he may smother your desire for freedom and autonomy and contribute to aggravate your already strong natural introversion. You are what is called belated and it is mainly during the second part of your life that you can concretely and efficiently exercise your will. Your assets lie in your determination to build a stable and comfortable home. However, family conflicts may exist and you may quarrel with your father over authority matters or over your projects; later, you may even undergo this sort of troubles in your own home if you are not flexible enough..."
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venerdì 11 ottobre 2013
a new musical with music of Jeff
http://www.theoldglobe.org/pressphotos/The_Last_Goodbye.html
The Last Goodbye
San Diego's Old Globe Theatre
The Last Goodbye
Sept. 22 – Nov. 3, 2013
(Opening Night: Sunday, Oct. 6)
Donald and Darlene Shiley Stage
Old Globe Theatre
Conrad Prebys Theatre Center
Conceived and Adapted by Michael Kimmel
Choreography by Sonya Tayeh
Orchestrations, Music Direction and Arrangements by Kris Kukul
Scenic Design by Christopher Barreca
Costume Design by Jennifer Moeller
Lighting Design by Justin Townsend
Sound Design by Ken Travis
Text Consultant, Ian Hersey
Fight Director, Kate Waters
Associate Fight Director, Jacob Grigolia-Rosenbaum
Casting by Carrie Gardner, CSA
Production Stage Manager, Peter Lawrence
(Opening Night: Sunday, Oct. 6)
Donald and Darlene Shiley Stage
Old Globe Theatre
Conrad Prebys Theatre Center
Conceived and Adapted by Michael Kimmel
Music and Lyrics by Jeff Buckley
Directed by Alex TimbersChoreography by Sonya Tayeh
Orchestrations, Music Direction and Arrangements by Kris Kukul
Scenic Design by Christopher Barreca
Costume Design by Jennifer Moeller
Lighting Design by Justin Townsend
Sound Design by Ken Travis
Text Consultant, Ian Hersey
Fight Director, Kate Waters
Associate Fight Director, Jacob Grigolia-Rosenbaum
Casting by Carrie Gardner, CSA
Production Stage Manager, Peter Lawrence
GREETINGS FROM TIM BUCKLEY
http://www.1streaming1.com/greetings-from-tim-buckley-streaming,470
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I do not own the rights to this footage. All rights belong to their respective owner.
martedì 8 ottobre 2013
January 1995 MTV intervew
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Jeff Buckley and his bassist, Mick Grondahl interviewed at the MTV Studios in New York City on January 15, 1995.
Jeff Buckley and his bassist, Mick Grondahl interviewed at the MTV Studios in New York City on January 15, 1995.
From France to Canada... All over the world Jeff! All around the world Jeff!
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What will you say
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Three years later in France... (1995)
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Jeff Buckley with Gary Lucas at Roulette Club NYC 1992
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GUNSHOT GLITTER
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WITCHES' RAVE! A WILD BIT OF LOVE!
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JEWEL BOX JUST GREAT!
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giovedì 3 ottobre 2013
Concerto di Jeff Buckley a Cesena ITALY
ultimathule.wordpress.com/2013/02/01/jeff-buckley/
http://www.setlist.fm/setlist/jeff-buckley/1995/vivida-club-cesena-italy-1bd1015c.html
http://www.jeffbuckley.com/pages/node/360
http://www.lonox.it/jeff/gallery.htm
http://www.setlist.fm/setlist/jeff-buckley/1995/vivida-club-cesena-italy-1bd1015c.html
http://www.jeffbuckley.com/pages/node/360
http://www.lonox.it/jeff/gallery.htm
mercoledì 2 ottobre 2013
lunedì 30 settembre 2013
sabato 28 settembre 2013
giovedì 26 settembre 2013
mercoledì 25 settembre 2013
lunedì 23 settembre 2013
domenica 22 settembre 2013
A rewiew of Gary Lucas about my book
Hi Giulia--you are very welcome!! Thanks for the nice words and I LOVE your book! I read it this morning. So sensitive and poetic. Just like Jeff.
venerdì 13 settembre 2013
A nice TV movie
http://www.biography.com/people/jeff-buckley-21186715/videos/jeff-buckley-mini-biography-43500099743
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http://mysoulsonice.wordpress.com/tag/lover/
Reflection for today…A Haunting Love -Jeff Buckley
31 Jan
“I love anything that haunts me…and never leaves.”
Who is the love that haunts you?
What do you love so much that it haunts you?
*
Jeff Buckley died on May 29th, 1997 but his spirit is still alive in his music.
Just listen and you will hear it…
Jeff Buckley: Full of Love…
Please enjoy…
Jeff Buckley Dido’s Lament:
“This is a piece, for a mezzo-soprano voice, from Dido and Aeneas, an opera composed by Henry Purcell in 1681.
Jeff performed it live in his exhibition at Meltdown Festival, London, on July 1 1995:
Thy hand, belinda, darkness shades me.
On thy bosom let me rest.
More I would, but death invades me.
Death is now a welcome guest.
On thy bosom let me rest.
More I would, but death invades me.
Death is now a welcome guest.
When I am laid in earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble in thy breast.
Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.”
No trouble in thy breast.
Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.”
*
For more information on Jeff Buckley, please visit his official website:
Peace & Namaste…
{More Jeff Buckley wisdom to come in the near future}…
giovedì 12 settembre 2013
domenica 8 settembre 2013
mercoledì 4 settembre 2013
martedì 3 settembre 2013
Jeff forever! Thank you Carolina! Thank you Paola!
Paola and Carolina gave me as a present a beautiful album about JEFF wich contents photos a cd and a dvd! What a lucky girl!!!
giovedì 29 agosto 2013
giovedì 1 agosto 2013
Cocteau Twins: "Seekers who are lovers"
Lyrics of "Seekers who are lovers"
Songwriters: ELIZABETH FRASER/ ROBIN GUTHRIE / SIMON RAYMONDE
Brush by gracefully
A love as big as a risk
Fills you up
And you can° look on
The breath of god in my mouth
A love you can taste
God get some paste
He and I, breath to breath
Clothed in saliva
Healing thru your arm
I cant stop hungering for otherness.
I forgot the use
My head fall out the sky
And crashed into my palms
Jesus God valentine
Love
On the tip of it
The old rivers lack of other sweet scents
So sweet
You are a woman just as you are a man
Creeping on the Gas
Is a magic love, like,
Like a Flights, clouded peak
I was choking on the blood
Whose camouflages, lack of soul
Whose misty fire, muses soul
Kneeling by the harm
Which is promising the way
His poor essence, under the truth
love and heart polish itself
I slid my heels but slowly ran
So send Lucifer into hell".
see also this interesting blog:
http://secretsun.blogspot.it/2008/01/siren-part-2-sea-swallow-me.html
Jeff Buckley & Elizabeth Fraser - All flowers in time
From an article about Elisabeth Frazer, the singer of the group Cocteau Twins:
.....After parting from Guthrie, but still in the same band, Fraser struck up an intense relationship with Jeff Buckley after they became infatuated with each other's voices. Again, emotion produced music. A sublime duet they recorded called All Flowers in Time Bend Towards the Sun is floating around the internet, to her irritation.
"Why do people have to hear everything?" she complains. I tell her it's wonderful. "But it's unfinished, you see. I don't want it to be heard." There's a pause. "Maybe I won't always think that."
Buckley died in 1997, by which time they had lost touch – Fraser had grown frustrated with his constant touring, a reaction that weighs heavily on her. "I just wish I'd been more of a friend," she says, softly. "His career was everything to him, and I wish I had been more understanding – happy with a different kind of relationship. I missed out on something there, and it was my fault."
The news that Buckley had disappeared – he drowned, swimming in the Wolf river in Memphis – came while Fraser was recording Teardrop with Massive Attack. "That was so weird," she says. "I'd got letters out and I was thinking about him. That song's kind of about him – that's how it feels to me anyway." It seems she is haunted by guilt: for not being there for Buckley, for everything. As she puts it: "I need to forgive myself."
http://www.theguardian.com/music/2009/nov/26/cocteau-twins-elizabeth-fraser-interview
mercoledì 31 luglio 2013
Jeff performed a reading of a poem by Edgar Allan Poe "ULALUME" for the tribute compilation "CLOSED ON ACCOUNT OF RABIES" produced by Hal Willner.
Jeff reads "Ulalume" of Edgar Allan Poe
"ULALUME" by Edgar Allan Poe
Jeff performed a reading of this poem by Edgar Allan Poe
The skies were ashen and sober,
The leaves they were crisped and sere,
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir,
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Here once, through an alley, Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul,
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll,
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaaneck
In the ultimate climes of the pole,
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaaneck
In the realms of the boreal pole.
Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere,
Our memories were treacherous and sere,
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!);
We noted not the dim lake of Auber
(Though once we had journeyed down here),
Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
And now, as the night was senescent
And star-dials pointed to morn,
As the star-dials hinted of morn,
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn
Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.
And I said: "She is warmer than Dian;
She rolls through an ether of sighs,
She reveals in a region of sighs:
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion,
To point us the path to the skies,
To the Lethean peace of the skies;
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes,
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her luminous eyes."
But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said: "Sadly this star I mistrust,
Her pallor I strangely mistrust;
Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly! let us fly! for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dust;
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust,
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.
I replied: "This is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its sibyllic splendor is beaming
With hope and in beauty to-night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright;
We safely may trust to a gleaming
That cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to heaven through the night."
Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom,
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the door of a tomb,
By the door of a legended tomb,
And I said:"What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?"
She replied: "Ulalume! Ulalume!
'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"
Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere,
As the leaves that were withering and sere,
And I cried: "It was surely October
On this very night of last year
That I journeyed, I journeyed down here,
That I brought a dread burden down here,
Of this night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber,
This misty mid region of Weir,
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."
Said we, then--the two, then--"Ah, can it
Have been that the woodlandish ghouls
The pitiful, the merciful ghouls
To bar up our way and to ban it
From the secret that lies in these wolds
From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the spectre of a planet
From the limbo of lunary souls
This sinfully scintillant planet
From the Hell of the planetary souls?"
http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Ulalume-lyrics-Jeff-Buckley/A53BEF9105D600914825688400294256
I cieli erano color cenere e sobrio;
Le foglie erano Etnici e sere-
Le foglie erano appassimento e secchi:
Era notte, in solitario ottobre
Del mio anno più immemorabile:
E 'stato difficile per il lago fioca di Auber,
Nella nebbiosa media regione di Weir-
Era dalla umido stagno di Auber,
Nel ghoul-boschi di Weir infestati.
Qui, una volta, attraverso un vicolo Titanic,
Di cipresso, ho vagato con la mia Anima-
Di cipresso, con Psiche, la mia Anima.
Questi sono stati giorni in cui il mio cuore era vulcanico
Come i fiumi scorie che roll-
Mentre le lave che inquieta rotolare
Loro correnti sulfuree giù Yaanek
Nei climi ultimi del Pole-
Che gemito mentre rotolano giù Monte Yaanek
Nei regni del polo boreale.
Il nostro discorso era stato serio e sobrio,
Ma i nostri pensieri erano paralitico e sere-
I nostri ricordi erano traditori e sere;
Per noi non sapevamo che il mese è ottobre,
E non abbiamo segnato la notte dell'anno-
(Ah, notte di tutte le notti dell'anno!)
Noi non notato il lago fioca di Auber
(Anche se una volta avevamo camminato qui) -
Ricordato non l'umido stagno di Auber,
Né il ghoul-boschi di Weir infestati.
E ora, mentre la notte era senescente
E Star-quadranti indicavano mat-
Come le stelle-quadranti accennato di mat-
Al termine del nostro cammino un liquescente
E lustro nebuloso è nato,
Di cui una mezzaluna miracolosa
Sorto con un duplicato di corno
Mezzaluna bediamonded di Astarte
Distinto con il suo corno duplicato.
E io ho detto: «Lei è più calda di Diana;
Lei rotola attraverso un etere di sospiri-
Lei si crogiola in una regione di sospiri.
Ha visto che le lacrime non sono asciutti su
Queste le guance, dove il verme non muore mai,
Ed è venuto passato le stelle del Leone,
Per indicarci il sentiero per il cielo-
Per il Lethean la pace dei cieli-
Vieni, a dispetto del Leone,
A brillare su di noi con i suoi luminosi occhi-
Vieni attraverso la tana del Leone
Con l'amore nei suoi occhi luminosi ".
Ma Psiche, edificante il suo dito,
Ha detto: "Purtroppo questa stella mi fido-
Il suo pallore Io stranamente sfiducia:
Ah, affrettati!-Ah, non dobbiamo indugiare!
Ah, volare!-Fuggiamo!-Per noi deve ".
Nel terrore parlava, lasciando affondare il suo
Ali fino a che si persero nella polvere-
In agonia singhiozzò, lasciando affondare il suo
Piume fino a che si persero nella polvere-
Fino a che tristemente persero nella polvere.
Ho risposto: "Questo non è altro che sognare:
Facciamo noi su da questa luce tremula!
Cerchiamo di fare il bagno in questa luce cristallina!
Il suo splendore Sibyllic è raggiante
Con speranza e in bellezza questa notte: -
Vedi!-Da tremola il cielo per tutta la notte!
Ah, noi possiamo tranquillamente fidarsi al suo scintillante,
Ed essere sicuri che ci portano rettamente-
Abbiamo sicuramente può fidarsi di una scintillante,
Che non ma ci può guidare rettamente,
Dal momento che sfarfalla fino al cielo per tutta la notte.
Così ho placato Psiche e la baciai,
E tentato fuori dalla sua oscurità;
E conquistato il suo scrupoli e oscurità;
E siamo passati alla fine della vista,
Ma sono stati fermati dalla porta di una tomba-
Con la porta di una tomba legended;
E io ho detto: «Che cosa sta scritto, dolce sorella,
Sulla porta di questa tomba legended? "
Lei rispose: "Ulalume-Ulalume! -
'T è la tomba della tua perduta Ulalume! "
Allora il mio cuore divenne cinereo e sobrio
Come le foglie che sono state Etnici e sere-
Come le foglie che erano appassimento e sere;
E ho pianto: "E 'stato sicuramente ottobre
Su questa stessa notte dello scorso anno
Che io viaggiai - ho viaggiato qui!
Che ho portato un peso terribile qua-
In questa notte di tutte le notti dell'anno,
Ah, quale demone mi ha tentato qui?
So bene, ora, questo fioco lago di Auber-
Questa nebbiosa media regione di Weir-
So bene, ora, questo umido stagno di Auber,
Questo ghoul-boschi di Weir infestati ".
"ULALUME" by Edgar Allan Poe
Jeff performed a reading of this poem by Edgar Allan Poe
The skies were ashen and sober,
The leaves they were crisped and sere,
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir,
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Here once, through an alley, Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul,
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll,
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaaneck
In the ultimate climes of the pole,
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaaneck
In the realms of the boreal pole.
Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere,
Our memories were treacherous and sere,
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!);
We noted not the dim lake of Auber
(Though once we had journeyed down here),
Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
And now, as the night was senescent
And star-dials pointed to morn,
As the star-dials hinted of morn,
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn
Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.
And I said: "She is warmer than Dian;
She rolls through an ether of sighs,
She reveals in a region of sighs:
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion,
To point us the path to the skies,
To the Lethean peace of the skies;
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes,
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her luminous eyes."
But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said: "Sadly this star I mistrust,
Her pallor I strangely mistrust;
Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly! let us fly! for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dust;
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust,
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.
I replied: "This is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its sibyllic splendor is beaming
With hope and in beauty to-night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright;
We safely may trust to a gleaming
That cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to heaven through the night."
Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom,
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the door of a tomb,
By the door of a legended tomb,
And I said:"What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?"
She replied: "Ulalume! Ulalume!
'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"
Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere,
As the leaves that were withering and sere,
And I cried: "It was surely October
On this very night of last year
That I journeyed, I journeyed down here,
That I brought a dread burden down here,
Of this night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber,
This misty mid region of Weir,
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."
Said we, then--the two, then--"Ah, can it
Have been that the woodlandish ghouls
The pitiful, the merciful ghouls
To bar up our way and to ban it
From the secret that lies in these wolds
From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the spectre of a planet
From the limbo of lunary souls
This sinfully scintillant planet
From the Hell of the planetary souls?"
http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Ulalume-lyrics-Jeff-Buckley/A53BEF9105D600914825688400294256
I cieli erano color cenere e sobrio;
Le foglie erano Etnici e sere-
Le foglie erano appassimento e secchi:
Era notte, in solitario ottobre
Del mio anno più immemorabile:
E 'stato difficile per il lago fioca di Auber,
Nella nebbiosa media regione di Weir-
Era dalla umido stagno di Auber,
Nel ghoul-boschi di Weir infestati.
Qui, una volta, attraverso un vicolo Titanic,
Di cipresso, ho vagato con la mia Anima-
Di cipresso, con Psiche, la mia Anima.
Questi sono stati giorni in cui il mio cuore era vulcanico
Come i fiumi scorie che roll-
Mentre le lave che inquieta rotolare
Loro correnti sulfuree giù Yaanek
Nei climi ultimi del Pole-
Che gemito mentre rotolano giù Monte Yaanek
Nei regni del polo boreale.
Il nostro discorso era stato serio e sobrio,
Ma i nostri pensieri erano paralitico e sere-
I nostri ricordi erano traditori e sere;
Per noi non sapevamo che il mese è ottobre,
E non abbiamo segnato la notte dell'anno-
(Ah, notte di tutte le notti dell'anno!)
Noi non notato il lago fioca di Auber
(Anche se una volta avevamo camminato qui) -
Ricordato non l'umido stagno di Auber,
Né il ghoul-boschi di Weir infestati.
E ora, mentre la notte era senescente
E Star-quadranti indicavano mat-
Come le stelle-quadranti accennato di mat-
Al termine del nostro cammino un liquescente
E lustro nebuloso è nato,
Di cui una mezzaluna miracolosa
Sorto con un duplicato di corno
Mezzaluna bediamonded di Astarte
Distinto con il suo corno duplicato.
E io ho detto: «Lei è più calda di Diana;
Lei rotola attraverso un etere di sospiri-
Lei si crogiola in una regione di sospiri.
Ha visto che le lacrime non sono asciutti su
Queste le guance, dove il verme non muore mai,
Ed è venuto passato le stelle del Leone,
Per indicarci il sentiero per il cielo-
Per il Lethean la pace dei cieli-
Vieni, a dispetto del Leone,
A brillare su di noi con i suoi luminosi occhi-
Vieni attraverso la tana del Leone
Con l'amore nei suoi occhi luminosi ".
Ma Psiche, edificante il suo dito,
Ha detto: "Purtroppo questa stella mi fido-
Il suo pallore Io stranamente sfiducia:
Ah, affrettati!-Ah, non dobbiamo indugiare!
Ah, volare!-Fuggiamo!-Per noi deve ".
Nel terrore parlava, lasciando affondare il suo
Ali fino a che si persero nella polvere-
In agonia singhiozzò, lasciando affondare il suo
Piume fino a che si persero nella polvere-
Fino a che tristemente persero nella polvere.
Ho risposto: "Questo non è altro che sognare:
Facciamo noi su da questa luce tremula!
Cerchiamo di fare il bagno in questa luce cristallina!
Il suo splendore Sibyllic è raggiante
Con speranza e in bellezza questa notte: -
Vedi!-Da tremola il cielo per tutta la notte!
Ah, noi possiamo tranquillamente fidarsi al suo scintillante,
Ed essere sicuri che ci portano rettamente-
Abbiamo sicuramente può fidarsi di una scintillante,
Che non ma ci può guidare rettamente,
Dal momento che sfarfalla fino al cielo per tutta la notte.
Così ho placato Psiche e la baciai,
E tentato fuori dalla sua oscurità;
E conquistato il suo scrupoli e oscurità;
E siamo passati alla fine della vista,
Ma sono stati fermati dalla porta di una tomba-
Con la porta di una tomba legended;
E io ho detto: «Che cosa sta scritto, dolce sorella,
Sulla porta di questa tomba legended? "
Lei rispose: "Ulalume-Ulalume! -
'T è la tomba della tua perduta Ulalume! "
Allora il mio cuore divenne cinereo e sobrio
Come le foglie che sono state Etnici e sere-
Come le foglie che erano appassimento e sere;
E ho pianto: "E 'stato sicuramente ottobre
Su questa stessa notte dello scorso anno
Che io viaggiai - ho viaggiato qui!
Che ho portato un peso terribile qua-
In questa notte di tutte le notti dell'anno,
Ah, quale demone mi ha tentato qui?
So bene, ora, questo fioco lago di Auber-
Questa nebbiosa media regione di Weir-
So bene, ora, questo umido stagno di Auber,
Questo ghoul-boschi di Weir infestati ".
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Gioiello del fiume - Jewel of the river
Gioiello del fiume
Quali abissi vuoi perlustrare
nel fiume…
palombaro della notte?
Come Ofelia ti lasci andare
alla corrente…
Non lotti più per la vita?
G.C.
G.C.
Jewel of the river
Which abysses did you want
to search carefully in the river…
diver of the night?
Like Ofelia, you let yourself
go in the current…
Do you fight no longer for life?
G.C.
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