If You Forget Me

I want you to know one thing
You know how this is

If I look at the crystal moon
At the red branch of the slow autumn at my window
If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash
Or the wrinkled body of the log
Everything carries me to you
As if everything that exists – aromas, light, metals
Were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me

Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots

Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land

But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me
With implacable sweetness
If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me
Ahh my love, ahh my own, in me all that fire is repeated
In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten
My love feeds on your love, beloved
And as long as you live, it will be in your arms without leaving mine

Faithless in Antwerps Sportpaleis life concert

Wel, met zekere trots was ik zonet aanwezig op het live concert van Faithless. Ook ditmaal was het weer een schot in de roos met een uitverkocht sportpaleis! Zoals de vorige editie 3j geleden daverde de grond en zat de sfeer opnieuw dik in! Ze brachten enkele goede klassiekers met de verrassende solo van Pauline (ik denk toch dat ze zo noemt). Persoonlijk (naast enkele van hun vorige hits) vind ik hun gehele album ‘No Roots’ Ultieme luistervaring.

Later deze week zal ik ook een filmfragmentje dat ik heb opgenomen tijdens het life concert hier online zetten.

Actuele muziek hit: The World Is Outside (Ghosts)

Vind ik nu is een swingend nummertje waar je goedgezind van wordt.

The World Is Outside van Ghosts

Where’d your sense of adventure go?
You sit at home, with dinner on a tray,
The world is outside.

Do you remember how it used to be,
At 17, I’ve never been the same,
Forgot my lies.

She said, we could do anything, we can do anything,
Oh oh oh oh,
Open your eyes; the world is outside your door,
Oh oh oh,
Don’t tell me your story if you don’t have one.

The last Monday in January,
Is apparently the worst day of the year,
Maybe they’re right,