Burn
"Don't look don't look" the shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
"Don't wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always lose
This trembling adored
Tousled bird mad girl... "
But every night I burn
Every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again
"Oh don't talk of love" the shadows purr
Murmuring me away from you
"Don't talk of worlds that never were
The end is all that's ever true
There's nothing you can ever say
Nothing you can ever do... "
Still every night I burn
Every night I scream your name
Every night I burn
Every night the dream's the same
Every night I burn
Waiting for my only friend
Every night I burn
Waiting for the world to end
"Just paint your face" the shadows smile
Slipping me away from you
"Oh it doesn't matter how you hide
Find you if we're wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep a while you must be tired... "
But every night I burn
Every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again
Every night I burn
Scream the animal scream
Every night I burn
Dream the crow black dream
Every night I burn
Scream the animal scream
Every night I burn
Dream the crow black dream
Dreaming the crow black dream...
Dreaming the crow black dream...
Dreaming the crow black dream...
Dreaming the crow black dream...
Written by Robert Smith, Simon Gallup, Boris Williams, Perry Bamonte
Performed by The Cure
Courtesy of Fiction Records Ltd. and Elektra Entertainment. (1993)
The Crow Soundtrack, 1993
Ci sono tanti tipi di opere, di composizioni, di poesie, di canzoni, di parole, ma ognuna di queste cose si può distinguere dalle altre only for one reason only: the ability to transcend itself and to convey a flow of emotions that power to stun, confuse, disrupt, destroy, bring joy, to annihilate.
This is a story that has its roots in the goth of the eighties, that glorious period in which the word "vanguard" was still reason for being in the world of music artists such as Joy Division, Bauhaus, Dead Can Dance, and The care, were able to evoke the sacred fire of poetry in their works, transforming the way of making music around the world, and creating a new "wave" that will bring some disruption in every field of art.
During that decade, and dark magic, between 1981 and 1989, James O'Barr create and complete his magnum opus: the Raven.
flowing strongly in its pages, the air of those years is transformed into visual poetry, the highest art possible, result of merger between the media and viewpoints, including different ways of poetry, including ways to give rise to different emotions .
Eric, the Crow, is a piece of folly which carries with it the dark shadow of a thousand desperate people, a thousand stories black curse of a thousand poets. He is a lullaby sung by Ian Curtis, a desperate cry of Robert Smith, and the fury black abyss, the dark bottomless pit from which arises all of wearing melancholy and sadness.
So, this comic reaches the Nineties, and becomes film, pulling other stories dark, other deaths, other new chapters to be written to the abyss.
Robert Smith, led by the curious voice that could see him as a visual reference model used by James O'Barr to give birth to Eric - a rumor denied several times by the same O'Barr - decides to participate in the soundtrack of the film, writing a piece, unpublished.
That piece is called "Burn."
With a growing distressing but glorious, flash those few frames that make a memorable film, giving the history of film one of his greatest moments of inspiration and visual beauty and hard of hearing, beyond the true artistic value of the film, not up to the immense story told by O'Barr on the pages of his comic. Eric, just emerged from the world of darkness, returns to his apartment where his fiancee was brutally raped and murdered, and flashbacks, violent and sudden, stunning ... and are slowly recovering his memory.
Eric is killed along with his new love, Shelly, and try all those emotions, one after another. As long as the firing stun, and then created a new awareness ... a burning sense of anger that slowly rises from the depths of his soul and burn it as "burn", which climbs gradually along with the dark force, and red, and unstoppable.
It 'vengeance.
Eric, mad with grief, reborn from the darkness, transforming itself to be fragile and disoriented, to that perfect instrument and cold determination that led him to destroy the lives of those who took everything away. His face transforms, becoming the form of revenge, while Eric made themselves up as the Crow, the white death, black despair, a dark smile, that will bring death to those who have since died. The mask that reveals what is actually true and deep in him, perhaps in all of us. The lines of perfect
Smith, and the sound dramatic and fatal accompanying them, creating a devastating climax that destroys the meaning, burning every possible escape route, forcing us to reach Eric the limit, beyond which we can only continue to live or die. And we are on the brink with him.
The desperate voice of Smith describes the obsession with the heat, the dark dream of the Raven, which returns every time, in the form of shade, talking to the spirit tormented man who lost everything. Along with memories, the "dark dream of the Raven" hits harder and harder, because the pain serves to remind him what to do, what his job because he's back.
Every night he dreams of and she is gone. Every night screaming his pain, but it's a pain that is both constant and furious is always present, a pain that is not common because the heart is uncommon to prove it.
So, says the shadow, the Raven, do not watch her sleep, because otherwise you will know what you missed. Do not look ... not to look ...
The words are all negatives, the Raven speaks for negatives, as in "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe, and his "Nevermore!", "Never again".
Never again. You can not touch it anymore. It will never be in your arms. You can never touch her heart, cross his eyes full of love. Never again. Never again.
And so every night he dreams that may not have. Every night his spirit burning, waiting for the world to end, everything is destroyed, because nothing is more important, nothing.
And so every night all over again.
"Every night I burn
Dream the crow black dream."
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