Surely now can all of your hearts be free
Easter (Marillion)
A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the green together
The noise of a distant farm machine
Out of a the first light came
A tattered necklace of hedge end trees
On the southern side of the hill
Betrays where the border runs between
Where mary dunoons boy fell
Easter here again
A time for the blind to see
Easter
Surely now can all of your hearts be free
Out of the port of liverpool
Bound for the north of ireland
The wash of the spray and horsetail waves
The roll of the sea below
And easter here again
A time for the blind to see
Easter
Surely now can all of your hearts be free
What will you do?
Make a stone of your heart?
Will you set things right?
When you tear them apart?
Will you sleep at night?
With the plough and the stars alight?
What will you do?
With the wire and the gun?
Thatll set things right
When its said and done?
Will you sleep at night?
Is there so much love to hide?
Forgive
Forget
Sing never again.
A ghost of a mist was on the field
The grey and the green together
The noise of a distant farm machine
Out of a the first light came
A tattered necklace of hedge end trees
On the southern side of the hill
Betrays where the border runs between
Where mary dunoons boy fell
Easter here again
A time for the blind to see
Easter
Surely now can all of your hearts be free
Out of the port of liverpool
Bound for the north of ireland
The wash of the spray and horsetail waves
The roll of the sea below
And easter here again
A time for the blind to see
Easter
Surely now can all of your hearts be free
What will you do?
Make a stone of your heart?
Will you set things right?
When you tear them apart?
Will you sleep at night?
With the plough and the stars alight?
What will you do?
With the wire and the gun?
Thatll set things right
When its said and done?
Will you sleep at night?
Is there so much love to hide?
Forgive
Forget
Sing never again.
Bueno, muy al estilo de mi hermano, tuve que poner esta canción en el live. Cuando fuimos con mi padre y hermanos al Festival de Jazz (excelente, nada que decir) escuché esta canción. No sé, pero a mi mente se vinieron millones de recuerdos. Esta maldita melodía me dejó la embarrá en la testera.
Recuerdos... domingos en la mañana, música alternativa... classisismo... discos heredados... tssss.
Muchas cosas. Esater habla sobre un lugar y una época (pascua) las que evocan sensaciones. Esos lugares están ligados al pasado. En mi caso mi está en un departamento de Granaderos en Calama. Seguramente en algunos años más será una antigua casa de la Población Santa Rosa.... quién sabe.
Sigue fome el verano.
Recuerdos... domingos en la mañana, música alternativa... classisismo... discos heredados... tssss.
Muchas cosas. Esater habla sobre un lugar y una época (pascua) las que evocan sensaciones. Esos lugares están ligados al pasado. En mi caso mi está en un departamento de Granaderos en Calama. Seguramente en algunos años más será una antigua casa de la Población Santa Rosa.... quién sabe.
Sigue fome el verano.
Escrito por Oscar Flores @ 12:29 p.m.
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