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September 8, 2011

I am singing in the hard rain

Still the rain kept pourin' fallin' on my ears, and I wonder still I wonder who'll stop the rain.
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Sadeaiheisia lauluja on paljon ja valitsen tähän vain muutaman omaan tunnelmaani sopivan. Niistä jokaisessa on hienot sanat, mutta Dylanin pitkän Hard Rainin kopioin erikseen, koska se on profeetallinen ja apokalyptinen laulu, jonka vaikutus nousevaan nuoreen rock-kulttuuriin oli merkittävä [kunnes rockista tuli lopullisesti kapitalismia ja apokalypsi muuttui arkipäiväksi - arendt'laisittain banaaliksi]. Singing in the rain on tietenkin ihan oma juttunsa. Musikaalin historiasta tuskin löytyy iloisempaa ja sydämellisempää miestä kuin Gene Kelly tässä kohtauksessa.
 
1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUDPWiv28MI
Jose Feliciano - Rain

2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIPan-rEQJA
Creedence Clearwater Revival: Who'll Stop The Rain

3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gu2pVPWGYMQ
Creedence Clearwater Revival: Have You Ever Seen The Rain

4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0OCnHNk2Hac
Peter Paul & Mary - Early Morning Rain 

5
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHrK6L91BgA
Bob Dylan - A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ?
And what did you see, my darling young one ?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ?
And what did you hear, my darling young one ?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one ?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded and hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?
And what'll you do now my darling young one ?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my songs well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmCpOKtN8ME
'I'm singing in the rain' - Gene Kelly - - [satunnainen kommentaattori on oikeassa: Entertainers don't have this kind of class anymore :(].
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jos%C3%A9_Feliciano
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Who'll_Stop_the_Rain_(song)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Have_You_Ever_Seen_the_Rain%3F
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Early_Morning_Rain
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Hard_Rain's_a-Gonna_Fall
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singin%27_in_the_Rain_(song)
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http://dewildox.wordpress.com/2011/07/08/as-the-rain-comes-down-third-sunday-after-trinity-2011/

http://www.sodahead.com/living/it-looks-like-its-going-to-rain-have-you-ever-wanted-it-to-rain-really-bad/question-1997729/?link=ibaf&q=rain&imgurl=http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/7889/images1367774rain25oawz6.gif

January 16, 2009

And nothing pains me so - - - Why my heart suffers so




Like city's rain, my heart . . .

The rain falls gently on the town. Arthur Rimbaud

Like city's rain, my heart
Rains teardrops too. What now,
This languorous ache, this smart
That pierces, wounds my heart?

Gentle, the sound of rain
Pattering roof and ground!
Ah, for the heart in pain,
Sweet is the sound of rain!

Tears rain-but who knows why?-
And fill my heartsick heart.
No faithless lover's lie? . . .
It mourns, and who knows why?

And nothing pains me so--
With neither love nor hate--
A simply not to know
Why my heart suffers so.
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Il pleure dans mon coeur . . .

II pleut doucement sur la ville. Arthur Rimbaud

Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville;
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur?

Ô bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits!
Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie
Ô le chant de la pluie!

Il pleure sans raison
Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure.
Quoi! nulle trahison? . . .
Ce deuil est sans raison.

C'est bien la pire peine
De ne savoir pourquoi
Sans amour et sans haine
Mon coeur a tant de peine!
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http://www.press.uchicago.edu/Misc/Chicago/853446.html
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Paul_Verlaine.jpg
http://blog.seniorennet.be/clementine/archief.php?startdatum=1196463600&stopdatum=1199142000
http://flickr.com/photos/11694202@N00/533055545/
http://www.johnelkington.com/weblog/2006_01_01_arc.html