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My Father by This Mortal Coil


Em homenagem ao Dia dos Pais, resolvi publicar uma música do This Mortal Coil, uma banda pouco conhecida. Já foi classificada como Ethereal Goth, depois mudaram para Gothic Dream Pop.

A letra é contada a partir de um ponto de vista feminino, fazendo uma ponte entre a vida nos Estados Unidos e na Europa.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ea8azaTx9VI[/youtube]

My father always promised us that we would live in France.
We’d go boating on the Seine
and I would learn to dance.
We lived in Ohio then.
He worked in the mines.
All his dreams, like boats
we knew We’d sail in time.
My sister’s all grew up and went away,
to Denver and Cheyenne.
Marrying their grown up dreams, the lilacs and the man.
I stayed behind, the youngest still only danced alone.
Hoping…
Hoping…
that my father’s dreams would someday take me home.
I live in Paris now, my children dance and dream.
Hearing the ways of a miner’s life,
In words they never say.
I sail my memories of home,
Like boats across the Seine.
And watch my father’s eyes…
watching the setting sun…
set in my father’s eyes again

Outra música interessante do TMC é The Jeweller. Embora todas as músicas do grupo sejam exóticas, essas duas são peculiares:

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLNKjlMYvIA[/youtube]

Jeweller has a shop on the corner of the boulevard.
In the night, in small spectacles he polishes old coins.
He uses spit and cloths and ashes.
He makes them shine with ashes.
He knows the use of ashes.
He worships God with ashes.
The coins are often very old by the time they reach the jeweller.
With his hand and ashes he will try the best he can.
He knows that he can only shine them, cannot repair the scratches.
He knows that even new coins have scars so he just smiles.
He knows the use of ashes.
He worships god with ashes.
In the darkest of the night.
Both his hands will blister badly.
They will often open painfully and the blood flows from his hands.
He works to take from black coin faces, the thumb prints from so many ages.
He wishes he could cure the scars.
When he forgets he sometimes cries.
He knows the use of ashes.
He worships god with ashes.
He knows, He knows
He worships God with ashes

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