When I was 19, I worked on my SF in the shed with this song ...
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_66uMKNZC8[/youtube]
Ange is a group of progressive music. This song is the story of a man who goes on the grave of his wife and loses his head by pain (which loses the pedals - in French)
I'll try to translate their text better then I can :
One thousand excuses if I am late
But I waited that the children fall asleep;
It was necessary to tell a story...
When the guard did sing the grid
Of your vault haloed with fog,
Then I moved noiselessly...
One thousand excuses if I am late
But the children saw again you on the album;
Your cemetery leaves a look of public garden!
The life ignites of a diamond necklace
When my thought picks the leaves off your autumn
I came to behave in lover...
Wake up! Wake up!
I want that this coitus made that you resuscitate
And what he raises in you velvet moments!
Wake up!
I did not come caress a legend
But a being of whom the only beauty
would suffocate the flash of lighting of the thunderstorm, the swords of the sun!
Wake up!
I want that my envy dusts your hymen
In big knocks of tenderness,
That he forgets on your skin the shadow of my desires...
Wake up!
I begin a long chorus of vagrant liquid
On your musical flesh...
No! No! No! I do not believe any more in this eternal coma,
Fallen as a satyr,
Holding the pleasure which you had to live...
Wake up!
Spread your eyelids,
I want to see again your tears speak to myself about of joy
That we lost...
Wake up! Wake up
Hey you hear me, say?
I penetrate you, capsize you, inhale you, bury you!!!
I LOVE YOU!!! I LOVE YOU!!! I LOVE YOU!!!
One thousand excuses if I am late
But the children saw again you on the album;
A will-o'-the-wisp comes to burn their memory!
When the guard did sing the railing
Of your vault haloed with fog,
Then I moved noiselessly!
The life ignites of a diamond necklace
When my thought picks the leaves off your autumn...
I came to extend beyond your divan!
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_66uMKNZC8[/youtube]
Ange is a group of progressive music. This song is the story of a man who goes on the grave of his wife and loses his head by pain (which loses the pedals - in French)
I'll try to translate their text better then I can :
One thousand excuses if I am late
But I waited that the children fall asleep;
It was necessary to tell a story...
When the guard did sing the grid
Of your vault haloed with fog,
Then I moved noiselessly...
One thousand excuses if I am late
But the children saw again you on the album;
Your cemetery leaves a look of public garden!
The life ignites of a diamond necklace
When my thought picks the leaves off your autumn
I came to behave in lover...
Wake up! Wake up!
I want that this coitus made that you resuscitate
And what he raises in you velvet moments!
Wake up!
I did not come caress a legend
But a being of whom the only beauty
would suffocate the flash of lighting of the thunderstorm, the swords of the sun!
Wake up!
I want that my envy dusts your hymen
In big knocks of tenderness,
That he forgets on your skin the shadow of my desires...
Wake up!
I begin a long chorus of vagrant liquid
On your musical flesh...
No! No! No! I do not believe any more in this eternal coma,
Fallen as a satyr,
Holding the pleasure which you had to live...
Wake up!
Spread your eyelids,
I want to see again your tears speak to myself about of joy
That we lost...
Wake up! Wake up
Hey you hear me, say?
I penetrate you, capsize you, inhale you, bury you!!!
I LOVE YOU!!! I LOVE YOU!!! I LOVE YOU!!!
One thousand excuses if I am late
But the children saw again you on the album;
A will-o'-the-wisp comes to burn their memory!
When the guard did sing the railing
Of your vault haloed with fog,
Then I moved noiselessly!
The life ignites of a diamond necklace
When my thought picks the leaves off your autumn...
I came to extend beyond your divan!
