星期四, 11月 24, 2011

秋 詩 篇 篇 ɪ ɪ . 挫 折 冬 晴 的 短 日 照 ─── F E L T " The Final Resting of the Ark " E P I 9 8 7 諾 亞 方 舟 的 最 後 安 息

───────────────── 諾 亞 方 舟 的 最 後 安 息 2:39
秋 天 1:50
火 圈 1:50
沒 有 勝 利 這 回 事 2:17
隱 埋 野 性 的 盲 目 1:05



知道我告訴過你 我記得我說過什麼 我畫了如此一幅 金色火焰

燃燒在你腦中的圖畫 愉悅的圍籬 馬戲團的雜音 二十世紀的巴黎 一

份六O年代紐約地下藝術 埋沒的寶藏 高迪的公園 五十七街美術館


亞 方 舟 的 最 後 安 息

Soprano saxophone on " The Final Resting Of The Ark " by
Richard Thomas of Dif Juz.


thank you de617, secretshine & lookingforawhile for posting in YouTube.
Felt, the first in a series of limited edition photographic books published by First Third Books with introduction by Bob Stanley of Saint Etienne, now pre-order here: http://www.firstthirdbooks.com/

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Jerome Smith Ju 朱 提到...

Glen Johnson of Piano Magic:
I’ve never been able to see Felt as just another band. To me, they were always artists, painters, poets. Despite coming from one of the dreariest cities on the planet during one of England’s most miserable decades, they somehow managed to sound timeless, regal, romantic; never more so than on The Final Resting Of The Ark, a rich tapestry encrusted with the jewels of the 20th Century. ”Palisade of pleasure, a circus sound, Paris of the Twenties and New York 60’s underground…”
Though Lawrence sounds so laid back, he’s almost italic, I’ve always felt it had a chilling urgency, like the last dream of a dying man, all peeling gold paint and sunshine cutting through dust. And that crescendo of chiming acoustic guitar, splashing cymbals and Richey Thomas’ muted sax never fails to get my pulse racing. That line, “I painted such a picture that golden fires burned in your head”, is pretty self-explantory. A glorious song. http://feltadeclaration.tumblr.com/post/13067939688/glenjohnson