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Sketch For Dawn Lyrics
A brightness falling through the air
Into the long grass where we lie
The lark spirals upwards in perfect pitch
The plane takes forever crossing the sky
[chorus]
In the dawn
In the dawn
In the dawn
Dreams burnt away
By the first cigarette of the day
Instincts move us into
The rhythms of love
Soaring into
An exquisite tension
Making gentle pornography together
[chorus]
A brightness falling through the air
Into the long grass where we lie
The lark spirals upwards in perfect pitch
Soaring into
An exquisite tension
Into the long grass where we lie
The lark spirals upwards in perfect pitch
The plane takes forever crossing the sky
In the dawn
In the dawn
In the dawn
By the first cigarette of the day
Instincts move us into
The rhythms of love
Soaring into
An exquisite tension
Making gentle pornography together
Into the long grass where we lie
The lark spirals upwards in perfect pitch
Soaring into
An exquisite tension
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you'd think the word "pornography," at least, would have made my ears prick up
This is such a good song. I like 'version I' better than 'version II'.
A great album,. to say the least.
agreed, i managed to get LC on record a few months ago, this is my favourite song off the album
Sex. Sorry I just stated the obvious.
Used to play this all the time when I was in college, more years ago than I care to admit. Hint: I bought the LP new, and it didn't yet exist on CD). God the cover looks beautiful at a 12-inch size, on fine (textured) paper.
How's about these for mondegreens?
And I'm just falling through the air Into the long grass where we lie The long spirals upwards in perfect fiction The flame takes forever crossing the sky
Dreams burnt away by the first cigarette of the day [never could understand anything he sang, after the previous line] [he DOES mumble a lot: and would sound as if he were anyway, simply because he's buried in the mix]
"...long spirals upwards in perfect fiction"
"...long spirals upwards in perfect fiction"
I can guess how this error originated. One of the song titles on LC is a reference to a volume in Proust's Remembrance of Things Past. Though--if I recall correctly--a recent translation has new and supposedly-more-accurate English versions of the titles: both of the work as a whole, and of each individual volume). For example the "Budding Grove" volume: its title refers to how preadolescent girls grow into adolescents and young women...a topic which earlier translators no doubt felt was too touchy to render plainly. Not sure whether "The Sweet Cheat...
I can guess how this error originated. One of the song titles on LC is a reference to a volume in Proust's Remembrance of Things Past. Though--if I recall correctly--a recent translation has new and supposedly-more-accurate English versions of the titles: both of the work as a whole, and of each individual volume). For example the "Budding Grove" volume: its title refers to how preadolescent girls grow into adolescents and young women...a topic which earlier translators no doubt felt was too touchy to render plainly. Not sure whether "The Sweet Cheat Gone" is slated to be changed; I don't think the new translations have gotten that far in their release schedule yet.
Such a giant fictional work ought to have long (directional?) changes in tone. So I imagined, anyway...while listening to these words in my head (oblivious to what Vini was in truth singing).
I have perfect pitch. Unless you're a performing singer--in, let's say, the classical realm (thus allowing you to sing on demand an F# over middle C)--there's not much benefit. I don't perform music so it's useless. (I learned I had it when I was younger & singing in a chorus.) In fact it can be a liability for musicians.
About all I can do these days is whistle, but even that rudimentary ability is sufficient for me to grasp how perfect pitch can throw you off. I hear melodies as absolute frequencies--rather than relative differences among notes--which makes it impossible for me to transpose into another key. Maybe I can do it for a couple notes: but then I always lapse into the key of the performance of that song with which I'm most familiar.
The only practical aspect of this dubious "gift" which I've been able to find: I can tell if a turntable or tape deck is too slow or fast and therefore needs adjusting. If it's inaccurate by as much as a semitone, it just sounds wrong.
on the subject of mondegreens, name that tune:
Who can I believe in? I'm leaning on the ground There has to be some food Where do I park?