Brilliant Trees
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Music - Brilliant Trees (David Sylvian)
When you come to me I'll question myself again Is this grip on life still my own When every step I take Leads me so far away Every thought should bring me closer home And there you stand Making my life possible Raise my hands up to heaven But only you could know My whole world stands in front o
f me By the look in your eyes By the look in your eyes My whole life stretches in front of me Reaching up like a flower Leading my life back to the soil Every plan I've made's Lost in the scheme of things Within each lesson lies the price to learn A reason to believe Divorces itself from me Every
hope I hold lies in my arms And there you stand Making my life possible Raise my hands up to heaven But only you could know My whole world stands in front of me By the look in your eyes By the look in your eyes My whole life stretches in front of me Reaching up like a flower Leading my life back t
o the soil
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I think that nobody mentioned essential contribution of ingenious Jon Hassell. His trumpet is making sounds like it is coming out
of this world. No wonder he named music that he makes "Fourth world music".
One of many Sylvian's talents is his ability
to communicate with other musicians and use their talents in the best way to transform his ideas into exquisite sound. Brian Eno and Holger Czukay also worked on this album.
´s a very nice video. Brilliant Trees was one of the most albums I've ever heard, simply beautiful.Songs made forever.
Un giorno io sarò un vecchio poeta e il mio nutrimento sara lo scorrere lento del respiro che mi resterà e scorrerà in me, lento, lento il respiro di tutte le mie madri e inspirerò il loro profumo e riconoscerò i loro nomi; poi, lieto, mi concederò un sorriso misterioso ed identico a quello
di mio figlio. Infine, lento, lento, con una spinta lieve di mio figlio, ritornerò sereno al mio passeggio sazio di ogni respiro ed ogni tocco.