the story of a little madness
I'm crying.
and not for physical pain or suffering in the head ..
listening.
and this, as always has a big impact.
Pink Floyd - The final cut
(why something is worth well be written in capital letters!)
weep with emotion that this song gives me.
inevitable.
I was child and my mom (who just centered it never was) I was musically weaned with the self-titled album. a vinyl record. floating around the record player and I watched him enchanted with the cleats of the plate that were illuminated optical effect that Stano (to fix the number of laps), with the needle going up and down but continued to sing, that if I approached I also felt the music from there and mangiapolvere that ran opposite the needle ..
and the music was deafening .. (I said I had a weird family!) Lp immortal and this Sunday and Monday and on .. and then came the cassette (the original), worn down degaussing.
and understand that Pink Floyd made me a strange effect, I grew up, was eighty-.. only later I met the wall (the theme of "parent" of this lp) ..
their top and for me that album has always been thrown in the eighties and underestimated by more ..
is an album that speaks of war and internal lacerations .. Yeah, I mean the themes are sad.
but touches me inside, I'm excited for the memory of that child who was ...
, then came the teenage years, the tapes, listened to, they sang, they played .. and reminds me of other things too, but I do not come into the picture, in what I feel ..
music Pink Floyd - The final cut
"And if I show you my dark side
will you still hold me tonight and if I open
my heart to you and show you my weak side what would you do
...
would you send me packing or would you take me home. "
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