Song of the Week: 37
Dungen: Sol och Regn
This is something else. An instrumental piece of heaven. I was walking from my mom's place to my dad's ( an hour's walk) and just when I was approaching those blue-ish houses of conformity, I felt the need to stop; stop, to truly be able to enjoy this piece of musical mastery. Someonce called me on my cell, I didn't answer. Those were probably some of the best minutes of my life post-revolution, and I still think about them. Those four minutes, were those of "Sol och Regn". A song created by the Swedish neo-prog/psychedelic band, which I'm going to see in December(!!!!!!!).
Anyway, so I decided, when walking back, that I should in some way honor this song, and so I wrote a little something to accompany the song:
[00.00]
It is a beautiful day in Illyria, and into the forest steps a lone adventurer, treading lightly over the green cushions beneath. He stops to smell the flowers, and is taken aback by their stunning beauty. In the middle, alone and brave, rises a red flower so high.
She kisses him, and his mind drifts away into infinite seas. Lost, together
[00.14]
As their lips meet a second time, the most poetic violin cries out its joy. Everywhere around the flowers, creatures appear, large and small alike, to gather around the violin and take part in the poetry.
[00.44]
Their lips separate, and the summer leaves only to return next year; next kiss. Meanwhile, the violin sends away its newfound friends and decides to create a forest of its own, built only out of the pain it cries. And slowly an orchestra of violinal creatures appear.
[01.31]
Their lips meet a third time and summer opens its sleepy eyes. Horrified by the new violin forest, a most joyous wooden creature appear to battle the violin. Face to face with the it stands the great flute. They sing together to the flowers, each one drowned in the other's beauty.
[02.12]
A tear runs down the red flowers long and slender body, for again she must be separated from her eternal love; her other half. He weeps as he once again finds himself dressed in those horrid adventurer's clothes. No more white beautiful leaves, only flesh and bone. Winter creeps across the lands once more.
The creatures now sleep in silence, as the lonely spring guitar strums life back into the flowers, and into the lone adventurer. And when the sun breaks through, the flute begins a welcoming serenade, only for it to merge into the most perfected and beautiful colours together with the violin and the wooden creatures. All is now well as they joyously cry their tribute to the flowers of passion and emotion.
[03.27]
And 'tis indeed the third summer of their love and so the green wizard appears from the great beyond to carry out the orders of the eternal dice. He steps forward to the loving couple and he separates them from one another. Never more shall the flower know of the man's lust and agonizing passion. And never more shall the man know of the flower's depth and beauty. The man shall go on and destroy the flowers, and the earth; its loving mother.
And so the last and final winter appears. The winter of mankind, and nothing shall ever cry or sing again...
(Candidates: Rush: Hemispheres/Led Zeppelin: The Ocean/ Deep Purple: No no no)
One of the best instrumental songs on the planet
adieu
This is something else. An instrumental piece of heaven. I was walking from my mom's place to my dad's ( an hour's walk) and just when I was approaching those blue-ish houses of conformity, I felt the need to stop; stop, to truly be able to enjoy this piece of musical mastery. Someonce called me on my cell, I didn't answer. Those were probably some of the best minutes of my life post-revolution, and I still think about them. Those four minutes, were those of "Sol och Regn". A song created by the Swedish neo-prog/psychedelic band, which I'm going to see in December(!!!!!!!).
Anyway, so I decided, when walking back, that I should in some way honor this song, and so I wrote a little something to accompany the song:
[00.00]
It is a beautiful day in Illyria, and into the forest steps a lone adventurer, treading lightly over the green cushions beneath. He stops to smell the flowers, and is taken aback by their stunning beauty. In the middle, alone and brave, rises a red flower so high.
She kisses him, and his mind drifts away into infinite seas. Lost, together
[00.14]
As their lips meet a second time, the most poetic violin cries out its joy. Everywhere around the flowers, creatures appear, large and small alike, to gather around the violin and take part in the poetry.
[00.44]
Their lips separate, and the summer leaves only to return next year; next kiss. Meanwhile, the violin sends away its newfound friends and decides to create a forest of its own, built only out of the pain it cries. And slowly an orchestra of violinal creatures appear.
[01.31]
Their lips meet a third time and summer opens its sleepy eyes. Horrified by the new violin forest, a most joyous wooden creature appear to battle the violin. Face to face with the it stands the great flute. They sing together to the flowers, each one drowned in the other's beauty.
[02.12]
A tear runs down the red flowers long and slender body, for again she must be separated from her eternal love; her other half. He weeps as he once again finds himself dressed in those horrid adventurer's clothes. No more white beautiful leaves, only flesh and bone. Winter creeps across the lands once more.
The creatures now sleep in silence, as the lonely spring guitar strums life back into the flowers, and into the lone adventurer. And when the sun breaks through, the flute begins a welcoming serenade, only for it to merge into the most perfected and beautiful colours together with the violin and the wooden creatures. All is now well as they joyously cry their tribute to the flowers of passion and emotion.
[03.27]
And 'tis indeed the third summer of their love and so the green wizard appears from the great beyond to carry out the orders of the eternal dice. He steps forward to the loving couple and he separates them from one another. Never more shall the flower know of the man's lust and agonizing passion. And never more shall the man know of the flower's depth and beauty. The man shall go on and destroy the flowers, and the earth; its loving mother.
And so the last and final winter appears. The winter of mankind, and nothing shall ever cry or sing again...
(Candidates: Rush: Hemispheres/Led Zeppelin: The Ocean/ Deep Purple: No no no)
One of the best instrumental songs on the planet
adieu
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