Author: No One
•vineri, martie 12, 2010
Am sa pun aici doua videoclipuri (la care m-am gandit mai demult), care se aseamana (felul cum sunt facute) si care-mi plac nespus. Sunt din doua decenii diferite (posibil la 10 ani diferenta).

Gandindu-ma la melodiile anilor '90, ele sunt cantece pe care le-as asculta si acum. Timpul nu le-a sters. Imi plac si acum. Si ele vin cu o nostalgie. Ma fac sa ma simt bine. Nu neaparat sa imi aduc aminte, ci sa simt ce simteam atunci, filtrat prin cine sunt acum. Intr-un fel, parca le descopar din nou (melodiile).

Dar sa incepem...

Ascultam acesta melodie (Marit Larsen - If a song could get me you) mai devreme (in repeat) cand citeam cateva bloguri. E tare dulce aceasta Marit (norvegianca cred) cu alunita ei de pe mijlocul nasului, cu zambetul ei copilaresc, cu felul in care se uita. Cantecul e atat de frumos in simplitatea lui ca m-a facut sa ma bucur ca un mic copil. Nu pot sa nu zambesc cand vad videoclipul :) Imi plac micile mesaje pe care le arata pe acele cartonase. Pe tube scria cineva "sooo cuuuteee". Sunt perfect de acord :)


Si apoi, cand sa scriu aceasta postare, am inceput sa ascult si cealalta melodie (pe care o ascult si acum). Am ramas putin surprins de impactul, de energia care mi-a dat-o. Imi place melodia asta. Bantuie intr-un fel (cel putin pentru mine). Are si o anumita tristete, care se combina cu starea de bine pe care mi-o da pentru ca o reascult.

Sunt si subiectiv. Imi place de Natalie, cea de acum zece ani. Mai ales in clipul asta. Imi place parul ei scurt. Imi plac ochii ei. Imi place imbracamintea baietoasa. Imi place de ea, ca un intreg, in acest videoclip.

 

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around and he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Or seem to care what your heart is for
Well I don't know him anymore
There's nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn

So I guess the fortune teller's right
I should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins
And now I don't care
I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can't touch I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn

Torn

There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late
I'm already torn

Torn
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
Hoooh

(...)

Videoclipurile acestea fac parte din acele lucruri mici care-mi plac, care ma ridica. Ma simt asa bine acum. Ma simt de parca as putea muta munti. Sa tot te bucuri de o zi ca asta :)

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