Balladi.
At this moment,
I have nothing left to say
I have made, far too many mistakes
We have grown estranged
caught up in a masquerade
and the story comes to a close
at a moment we both chose
And the words keep rolling,
on the silver screen.
Playing credits for the
end of you and me.
You played the part, so perfectly
This is the End,
of our hopes
and our dreams
And it all seems to feel,
So Bittersweet
This is the End
of our hopes
and our dreams
You walk away and I
watch you leave
Cry for tomorrow
But never cry for me
What we had, was never meant to be
Our days were black and white
An old mute film about our life
and the story comes to a close
at a moment we both chose
And the words keep rolling,
on the silver screen.
Playing credits for the,
end of you and me.
You played the part, so perfectly
This is the End,
of our hopes
and our dreams
And it all seems to feel,
So Bittersweet
This is the End
of our hopes
and our dreams
You walk away and I
let you leave
You walk away and I
let you leave |
Hienosti sanailtu tarina suhteesta, josta palo on sammunut, mutta muistot yhteisistä hetkistä elää. Ei ehkä kovin revittelevään musiikkiin sopivaa kuten nimikin sanoo. Nimi voisi olla samalla kielellä kuin teksti. Kyllä minä tiedän etten tiedä, mutta et sinä sitä tiedä. |
Pidin. Millaista musaa ajattelit?
Jos ehdin soinnuttamaan, niin jotain balladia, 70-lukulaista hidasta, tai power ballad. Pelkkä lyriikka tietysti taipuu mihin sen haluaa taipuvan.
Edelliselle sen verran, että bisin nimihän on "End Credits".
Tosin, "Closing Credits" voisi fiinimmän kuuloista, juu. . . . |
dts9624: Edelliselle sen verran, että bisin nimihän on "End Credits".
Tosin, "Closing Credits" voisi fiinimmän kuuloista, juu. . . .
Joo, niinhän tosiaan onkin, sekoitti tuo tekstin alussa oleva "Balladi". Mun virhe :-/ Kyllä minä tiedän etten tiedä, mutta et sinä sitä tiedä. |
Jatkoa tarinalle, nyt mies ei pääsekään yli naisesta.
Refrain
The weeks had passed,
and the summer rain
washed the city streets
I was counting all,
the days that passed
, since the end of you and me
was he worth what I,
would feel inside
if a man can cry, I'm
either drowned or dry
you don't return my calls
I wonder if you remember,
me at all
Refrain,
refrain
consolidate us again
refrain, refrain
you have to feel my pain
refrain
Hold me like you held me again
Refrain,
refrain
Many months have passed
I'm still a captive
in our moonlit past
you are moving on,
with someone new,
he can't be right for you
was he worth what I,
would soon feel inside
if a man can cry, I'm
either drowned or dry
you don't return my calls
I wonder if you remember,
me at all
Refrain. . . .
An invitation card,
signed by you,
don't you have a heart?
you are moving on,
with someone new,
and he can't be right for you
was he worth what I,
would soon feel inside
if a man can cry, I'm
either drowned or dry
you don't return my calls
I wonder if you remember,
me at all
Refrain. . . . |
dts9624
Peter Spiegelmann
Old Joe