STICKY POST
Saturday, 19. August 2006, 15:50:57
Aimee Mann, Privates, Thoughts, Philosophen
I hope you know Socrates. If you don't, you may leave immediately. Because I think he is the greatest, coolest – simply the best – philosopher ever. I fell in love with him a few years ago, when we tried to translate Plato in our Ancient Greek lessons. It was very difficult, but I fell deeply in love with Socrates style. His manner of asking questions and showing people with pure logic that what they thought was wrong was just incredible. And he believed in justice... When he was sentenced to death and waited for the cup of hemlock, his friends made a plan to free him, but he wouldn't go with them. He believed that the court must have been right to decide that he should die, so he did. He wouldn't do something against justice. He had nerve...
"I sing to life and to its tragic beauty
To pain and to strife, but all that dances through me
The rise and the fall; I've lived through it all"
(Josh Groban – "Canto alla vita")
Whenever I hear the first lines of that, an image appears before my inner eye. It's a picture of Socrates. He raises his cup to life and drinks the poison, smiling.
I love the song, and the picture it produces.
So, that was a song "about" my idol, now comes "my" song, in case you'd like to know what I'm like and don't want to read this.
"We have crossed the Rubicon
Our ship awash, our rudder gone
The rats have fled but I'm hanging on
Let me try, baby, try
Baby, please, let me begin
Let me be your heroine
Hate the sinner but love the sin
Let me be your heroine"
(Aimee Mann – "High on Sunday 51")
Thursday, 10. August 2006, 09:19:04
Lyrics, Musik, Aimee Mann
I keep going round and round on the same old circuit
A wire travels underground to a vacant lot
Where something I can't see interrupts the current
And shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot
And from behind the screen it can look so perfect
But it's not
So here I'm sitting in my car at the same old stop light
I keep waiting for a change but I don't know what
So red turns into green turning into yellow
But I'm just frozen here in the same old spot
And all I have to do is to press the pedal
But I'm not
No, I'm not
People are tricky you can't afford to show
Anything risky anything they don't know
The moment you try - well, kiss it goodbye
So baby kiss me like a drug, like a respirator
And let me fall into the dream of the astronaut
Where I'll get lost in space that goes on forever
And you make all the rest just an afterthought
And I believe it's you could make it better
Though it's not
No, it's not
No, it's not
Friday, 20. January 2006, 19:42:26
Musik, Lyrics, Aimee Mann
The moth don't care when he sees the flame
he might get burned, but he's in the game.
and once he's in he can't go back,
he'll beat his wings 'til he burns them black.
no, the moth don't care when he sees the flame
no, the moth don't care when he sees the flame
The moth don't care if the flame is real
cause flame and moth got a sweetheart deal,
and nothing fuels a good flirtation
like need and anger and desperation
no, the moth don't care if the flame is real
no, the moth don't care if the flame is real
So come on, let's go - ready or not
cause there's a flame I know, hotter than hot
and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot
away
The moth don't care if the flame burns low
cause moth believes in an afterglow
and flames are never doused completely
all you really need is the love of heat -
no, the moth don't care if the flame burns low
no, the moth don't care if the flame burns low
So come on, let's go - ready or not
Cause there's a flame I know, hotter than hot
and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot
away
PS: Nein, ich hab niemanden nachgemacht. Mir ist nur heute aufgefallen, dass der Song gut zu mir passt, also dachte ich, er gehört irgendwie hierher.
WIDGETIZE