Nuovo singolo per David Gilmour. L'ex Pink Floyd pesca dal suo album "Rattle that lock" il terzo o quarto estratto. Lo stile è inconfondibile. Il brano si intitola "In any tongue" ed è una canzone, come si vede anche dal video, contro la guerra. Penso che anche se il martedì di Vincent stavolta ha fatto passo (non me lo ricordavo proprio...) direi che è un buon giovedì! Buon ascolto e buona giornata! A domani!!!In any tongue (David Gilmour)Home and done it's just begunHis heart weighs more, more than it ever did beforeWhat has he done? God help my sonHey, stay a while, I'll stay upNo sugar is enough to bring sweetness to his cupI know sorrow tastes the same on any tongueHow was I to feel itWhen a gun was in my handsAnd I'd waited for so longHow was I to see straightIn the dust and blinding sunJust a pair of boots on the groundOn the screen the young men dieThe children cry in the rubble of their livesWhat has he done? God help my sonHey, stay a while, I'll stay upThe volume pumped right up is not enough to drown it outI hear "Mama" sounds the same in any tongueHow am I to see youWhen my faith stands in the wayAnd the wailing is long doneHow am I to know youWith a joystick in my handWhen the call to arms has come
Nella lingua di David
Nuovo singolo per David Gilmour. L'ex Pink Floyd pesca dal suo album "Rattle that lock" il terzo o quarto estratto. Lo stile è inconfondibile. Il brano si intitola "In any tongue" ed è una canzone, come si vede anche dal video, contro la guerra. Penso che anche se il martedì di Vincent stavolta ha fatto passo (non me lo ricordavo proprio...) direi che è un buon giovedì! Buon ascolto e buona giornata! A domani!!!In any tongue (David Gilmour)Home and done it's just begunHis heart weighs more, more than it ever did beforeWhat has he done? God help my sonHey, stay a while, I'll stay upNo sugar is enough to bring sweetness to his cupI know sorrow tastes the same on any tongueHow was I to feel itWhen a gun was in my handsAnd I'd waited for so longHow was I to see straightIn the dust and blinding sunJust a pair of boots on the groundOn the screen the young men dieThe children cry in the rubble of their livesWhat has he done? God help my sonHey, stay a while, I'll stay upThe volume pumped right up is not enough to drown it outI hear "Mama" sounds the same in any tongueHow am I to see youWhen my faith stands in the wayAnd the wailing is long doneHow am I to know youWith a joystick in my handWhen the call to arms has come