I am Music

Oh, you ignorant Europeans. :)

Jeff Tweedy heads the Grammy-winning band Wilco (and previously was one of the principals of the alt.country band Uncle Tupelo). Here's a track from (I think) the best Wilco album, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.

Oops! I've been buried in Mitteleuropa for far too long. :eek: Just quickly listened to a couple of tracks. It sounds good, certainly worth a proper listen. I'll get an executive verdict from my unoffical CEO when she comes round later and makes sure I'm towing the line or more accurately, her line. I don't want her thinking I've got a mind of my own. :rolleyes:
 
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In the unintentional irony department

Oops! I've been buried in Mitteleuropa for far too long. :eek: Just quickly listened to a couple of tracks. It sounds good, certainly worth a proper listen. I'll get an executive verdict from my unoffical CEO when she comes round later and makes sure I'm towing the line or more accurately, her line. I don't want her thinking I've got a mind of my own. :rolleyes:

Did you see these?

In Heidegger's Germany, there is no place for Paul Celan. - Edmond Jabès

Ute Lemper: 6 Celan Songs, No. 1 "Chanson Einer Dame im Schatten"

Ute Lemper: 6 Celan Songs, No. 2 "Es War Erde in Ihnen"

Ute Lemper: 6 Celan Songs, No. 3 "Psalm"


Ute Lemper: 6 Celan Songs, No. 4 "Corona"

Corona

Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.

In the mirror it's Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth.

My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:
we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and recollection,
we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon's blood ray.

We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from
the street:
it is time they knew!
It is time the stone made an effort to flower,
time unrest had a beating heart.
It is time it were time.

It is time.


Translated by Michael Hamburger

Ute Lemper: 6 Celan Songs, No. 5 "Nächtlich Geschürzt"

Ute Lemper: 6 Celan Songs, No. 6 "Blume"

fuck Heidegger
 
This is Lit so why not have something appropriate

Too big, too small?
Size does matter, after all
Zu groß, zu klein?
Er könnte etwas größer sein

Mercedes-Benz und Autobahn
Alleine in das Ausland fahren
Reise, Reise! Fahrvergnügen
Ich will nur Spaß, mich nicht verlieben

Just a little bit...
Just a little, bitch!

You've got a pussy
I have a dick, ah.
So what's the problem?
Let's do it quick!

So take me now, before it's too late
Life's too short, so I can't wait
Take me now! Oh, don't you see?
I can't get laid in Germany…

Too short, too tall?
Doesn't matter, one size fits all
Zu groß, zu klein?
Der Schlagbaum sollte oben sein

Schönes Fräulein, Lust auf mehr
Blitzkrieg mit dem Fleischgewehr
Schnaps im Kopf, du holde Braut
Steck Bratwurst in dein Sauerkraut

Just a little bit...
Be my little bitch!

You've got a pussy
I have a dick, ah
So what's the problem?
Let's do it quick!

So take me now, before it's too late
Life's too short, so I can't wait
Take me now! Oh, don't you see?
I can't get laid in Germany…

Germany! Germany!

You've got a pussy
I have a dick, ah
So what's the problem?
Let's do it quick!

You've got a pussy
I have a dick, ah
So what's the problem?
Let's do it quick!

You've got a pussy
I have a dick, ah
So what's the problem?
Let's do it quick!

So take me now, before it's too late
Life's too short, so I can't wait
Take me now! Oh, don't you see?
I can't get laid in Germany…​
 
reid's acid trip

Ok, since everyone's butchering poetry on the other side of the wall, how bout chopping up some lyrics?
Whiter shade of pale~procol harum
(i'd link the lyrics if i could)
Was it about a gymnast? The Titanic? A mushroom induced orgy? Sailors on leave?
What the fuck was Reid thinking?
Did he steal it from Chaucer's canterbury tales? 17th century poets in bits and pieces?
And did Booker really lift the music from Bach?
What the fuck's up with that song?
Reid doesn't seem to remember
I'm going with underage groupies at an acid party
 
Ok, since everyone's butchering poetry on the other side of the wall, how bout chopping up some lyrics?
Whiter shade of pale~procol harum
(i'd link the lyrics if i could)
Was it about a gymnast? The Titanic? A mushroom induced orgy? Sailors on leave?
What the fuck was Reid thinking?
Did he steal it from Chaucer's canterbury tales? 17th century poets in bits and pieces?
And did Booker really lift the music from Bach?
What the fuck's up with that song?
Reid doesn't seem to remember
I'm going with underage groupies at an acid party

1967?
anyway according to the comments
Bach's Air On The G-String.
I didn't know they had g-strings back then

anyway if she was turning cartwheels across the floor it would tend to generate air from a g-string, one would think.
 
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1967?
anyway according to the comments
Bach's Air On The G-String.
I didn't know they had g-strings back then

anyway if she was turning cartwheels across the floor it would tend to generate air from a g-string, one would think.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mb3iPP-tHdA
whiter shade of pale - procol harum

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2j-frfK-yg
air on the g string

Just for comparison purposes.
The Procol Harum song can be said to be build on a similar (more simple) bass line and its melodic flow (far less sophisticated than Bach's) is still in a similar vein and quite enjoyable for a pop song.
I cannot decide whether it is a conscious (mis)quotation of Bach or a subconscious influence and I leave it open for your ears. To me the song has still great value for its innovating lyrics and as a special cultural mark of the sixties.
 
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