miércoles, 31 de marzo de 2010

"Spinning Away", by Brian Eno & John Cale

Yo digo que esta canción habla de Vincent, o tal vez lo escuché por ahí. Sé que ya pasé por este pedazo de cerebro, de asociación, y no recuerdo más. No es Vincent el que pinta; el que pinta revisita a Vincent y su propio spinning away. Su noche está en el MoMA y se ve así:




















Brian y John hacen así:


Up on a hill, as the day dissolves
With my pencil turning moments into line
High above in the violet sky
A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain

One by one, all the stars appear
As the great winds of the planet spiral in
Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles
In the million insect storm, the constellations form

On a hill, under a raven sky
I have no idea exactly what I've drawn
Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away
With every single line moving further out in time

And now as the pale moon rides, in the stars, in the stars
Her form in my pale blue lines, in the stars, in the stars
And there, as the world rolls round, in the stars, in the stars
I draw, but the lines move round, in the stars, in the stars
There, as the great wheels blaze, in the stars, in the stars
I draw, but my drawing fades, in the stars, in the stars
And now, as the old sun dies, in the stars, in the stars
I draw, and the four winds sigh, in the stars, in the stars.

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