Nik Kershaw - The Riddle (1984)

Questo era uno dei miei brani preferiti quando avevo 12 anni. Ho voluto postare questo video perché rispetto quello precedente del  1994, as...

Questo era uno dei miei brani preferiti quando avevo 12 anni. Ho voluto postare questo video perché rispetto quello precedente del  1994, ascoltando quel disco di Valensia si potranno riconoscere le influenze della musica di Nik Kershaw.

Personalmente non ascolto molto i testi perché preferisco ascoltare le musiche. Dai commenti capisco 37 anni dopo che in ogni caso il testo non aveva molto senso, quindi non mi ero perso molto.

I got two strong arms

Blessings of Babylon

Time to carry on and try

For sins and false alarms

So to America the brave

Wise men save

Near a tree by a river

There's a hole in the ground

Where an old man of Aran

Goes around and around

And his mind is a beacon

In the veil of the night

For a strange kind of fashion

There's a wrong and a right

But he'll never, never fight over you

I got plans for us

Nights in the scullery

And days instead of me

I only know what to discuss

Oh, for anything but light

Wise men fighting over you

It's not me you see

Pieces of valentine

And just a song of mine

To keep from burning history

Seasons of gasoline and gold

Wise men fold

Near a tree by a river

There's a hole in the ground

Where an old man of Aran

Goes around and around

And his mind is a beacon

In the veil of the night

For a strange kind of fashion

There's a wrong and a right

But he'll never, never fight over you

I got time to kill

Sly looks in corridors

Without a plan of yours

A blackbird sings on bluebird hill

Thanks to the calling of the wild

Wise men's child

Near a tree by a river

There's a hole in the ground

Where an old man of Aran

Goes around and around

And his mind is a beacon

In the veil of the night

For a strange kind of fashion

There's a wrong and a right

But he'll never, never fight

Near a tree by a river

There's a hole in the ground

Where an old man of Aran

Goes around and around

And his mind is a beacon

In the veil of the night

For a strange kind of fashion

There's a wrong and a right

But he'll never, never fight over you

No he'll never, never fight over you