DolceVita10 January 2010 at 10:15pmPosts: 2323 (0 today)Status: offline
My husband love David Sylvian,i have listen to something,he is poet and very "deep",very very nice!
Thanks for the official website
Maybe no one is interested,by i would like to dedicate a video to a very great and poet italian Artist. Fabrizio De Andre'. . .
This is a famous and great song: "Il Pescatore": Fabrizio and P.F.M.:
raelovo10 January 2010 at 10:35pmPosts: 1742 (0 today)Status: offline
and thanks a lot Dolce for the link to Fabrizio de André, who sung songs From french poets singers such as Brassens and Léo Ferré.
here is the one we were listening to with my children two days ago: "il gorillo" about death penalty
by Jake Thackray
and the one we're singing since two days
Friends first - Brassens -
No. This was not the raft of jellyfish this boat
Let it be said at the deep end of harbourgs, said at the deep end of harbourgs
He sailed as an old quiet father
On the ducks big pool
And was called chums first, the chums first
These "fluctuat nec Mergitur"
(floats without sinking, refers to the motto written on the blazon of the city of Paris)
even if it displeases to the spell casters, to the spell casters
his captain and his sailors
weren't children of bastards
But friends of carriage paid, friends first.
They weren't luxury friends
neither Small Castor and Pollux
nor Some kind of Sodom and Gomor, Sodom and Gomor
They hadn't been selected by Montaigne and La Boëtie
On the abdomen they clapped loudly, the boys first
they weren't angels either
The gospel they had not read
But they did love each others with all sails set, all sails set
Jean-Pierre, Paul and company, was their only litany
Their credo their confiteor, the boys first
At the slightest gust of Trafalgar, is the friendship that came on watch
it showed them the North steer, showed them the North
And when they were distressed they launched an SOS
They looked like Semaphores, friends first
At the gathering of good friends, nobody went on the wrong tracks
When one of them lacked on board, it was because he was dead
Yes, but never ever, his hole in in water closed up
One hundred years after mischievous fate, he was still missed
Boats I've taken a lot but the only one who held up ale
Who has never veered of board, never veered of board
sailed as an old quiet father
On the ducks big pool
And was called chums first, the chums first.