Ode aan Peter Hammill

Deranged

Badass junkie
De man wiens composities en teksten mij blijven raken. De man die maar al te goed begrijpt wat je doormaakt. De man die iets van 30 solo albums op zijn naam heeft staan en er onlangs weer een heeft uitgebracht. Dat we er nog vele jaren van mogen genieten. Peter Hammill, bedankt voor al je prachtige werk.
 

Deranged

Badass junkie
Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter
and the double standards of propaganda
still all our righteous rage.

By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature.
But our faith diminishes - close to the finish,
we're only serfs and slaves
as the empire decays.
 

Deranged

Badass junkie
En natuurlijk mogen we zijn geweldige zangstem niet vergeten waarmee hij zijn geniale teksten altijd perfect tot uiting weet te brengen.
 

Deranged

Badass junkie
Hier een voorbeeld van nog zo'n prachtige tekst.

I have a vision of you, locked inside my head;
it creeps upon my mind, and warms me in my bed.
A vision shimering, shifting
moving in false firelight;
a vision of a vision,
protecting me from fear at night,
as the seasons roll on, and my love stays strong.

I don't know where you end, and where it is that I begin.
You simply open my mind and the memories flood on in.
I remember waking up with your arms around me;
I remember losing myself
and finding that you'd found me,
as the seasons rolled on, and my love stayed strong.

Be my child, be my lover,
swallow me up in your fire-glow.
Take my tongue, take my torment,
take my hand and don't let go.
Let me live in your life,
for you make it all seem to matter.
Let me die in your arms,
so the vision may never shatter.
As the seasons roll on
and my love stays strong.
 

Deranged

Badass junkie
En nog een.

You can see in the last light that's graced as dawn
that there's nothing in my heart but pain
as I stand, facing sea, knowing that you're gone
all the elements rage to explain
that I should really be on my way
but there is something
which ensures I must stay.

Against the roar of the seething surf,
Against the caterwaul of scattered call wind
thoughts and gestures unspoken, unheard
and now the dance of rapture begins
as the waves rush along across the beach -
like you, like your love
forever out of reach.

Look at the sky, but it's empty now;
look at the sea, it holds nothing but despair.
I raise my eyes, but my head stays bowed
I look to my side, but you're not there.
And I can't get you out of my mind,
no, no, no, I just can't get you from my mind.
 
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