you see dat poem deh..dat is european, white..arthur the king and Camelot, the european Eden, its great idealist fantasy.
but the author is not sold, knows the dream but will settle for an achievable reality because the dream is not real and in the end fantasy does not satisfy. the author knows life its fleeting quality, diaphanous and gone, cannot be held and repeated, repeatedly..cannot be lassoed into place allowing us to wallow in permanent sweetness. all is provisional and will soon be gone
this lead song of the movie Streets of Fire captures the fable that it is the otherness of its location, its perfection which is not possible in life and renders the dream so brilliantly perfect that it brings tears to my eyes every time I see the movie and hear the music.
what we have here is a gloriously idealized vision that satisfies totally as a visual experience. one leaves the cinema happy for the experience which I find is the arbiter of the quality of movies: if one leaves the movie happy, feeling good, goes home and has a good nights sleep, the movie is good, worthwhile.
the powers that be share out awards wrongly. this is a stunning movie that should have won in every category..especially for the music..the stunning music..what is called white rock and roll but is really AMERICAN MUSIC..an amalgam of all that is america, from its black roots all the way up even to the Beetles and the Stones from england whose music is as american as america itself..a collated and collective history, also represented in the poem below.
this music I tell you is the most impactful and stunning music, incredibly emotional, spiritual, attaches one's soul to the currents spanning the universe and takes us everywhere, far places, glorious places, romantic places, tirelessly, forever. this music and movie is an artistic high, a peak achieved after decades of development of all the genres that went into its creation.
these are the words I can find to describe what I feel about this experience of mine. its the best I can do at this time. and I tell you because you always accuse me of narrow artistic perspective. not narrow at all I think. but this is a high for me which should dispel your impression of my own musical perspective
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but the author is not sold, knows the dream but will settle for an achievable reality because the dream is not real and in the end fantasy does not satisfy. the author knows life its fleeting quality, diaphanous and gone, cannot be held and repeated, repeatedly..cannot be lassoed into place allowing us to wallow in permanent sweetness. all is provisional and will soon be gone
this lead song of the movie Streets of Fire captures the fable that it is the otherness of its location, its perfection which is not possible in life and renders the dream so brilliantly perfect that it brings tears to my eyes every time I see the movie and hear the music.
what we have here is a gloriously idealized vision that satisfies totally as a visual experience. one leaves the cinema happy for the experience which I find is the arbiter of the quality of movies: if one leaves the movie happy, feeling good, goes home and has a good nights sleep, the movie is good, worthwhile.
the powers that be share out awards wrongly. this is a stunning movie that should have won in every category..especially for the music..the stunning music..what is called white rock and roll but is really AMERICAN MUSIC..an amalgam of all that is america, from its black roots all the way up even to the Beetles and the Stones from england whose music is as american as america itself..a collated and collective history, also represented in the poem below.
this music I tell you is the most impactful and stunning music, incredibly emotional, spiritual, attaches one's soul to the currents spanning the universe and takes us everywhere, far places, glorious places, romantic places, tirelessly, forever. this music and movie is an artistic high, a peak achieved after decades of development of all the genres that went into its creation.
these are the words I can find to describe what I feel about this experience of mine. its the best I can do at this time. and I tell you because you always accuse me of narrow artistic perspective. not narrow at all I think. but this is a high for me which should dispel your impression of my own musical perspective
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Quote:I've got a dream 'bout an angel on the beach
And the perfect waves that start in the cove
His hair is flying out in ribbons of gold
And his touch has got the power to stone
I've got a dream 'bout an angel in the forest
Enchanted by the edge of a lake
His body's flowing in the jewels of light
And the earth below him's starting to shake
But I don't see any angels in the city
I don't hear any holy choirs sing
And if I can't get an angel
I can still get a boy
And a boy will be the next be thing
The next best thing to an angel
A boy'd be the next best thing
I've got a dream 'bout a boy in a castle
And he's dancing like a cat on the stairs
He's got the fire of a prince in his eyes
And the thunder of a drum in his ear
I've got a dream 'bout a boy on a star
Looking down upon the realm of the world
He's there all alone and dreams of someone like me
I'm not an angel but at least I'm a girl
I've got a dream when the darkness is over
We'll be laying in the rings of the sun
But it's only a dream and tonight is for real
You'll never know what it means
But you'll know how it feels
It's gonna be over (over)
Before you know it's begun
(Before you know it's begun)
Oh, it's all we've got tonight
Stop your crying hold on (tonight)
Before you know it it's gone (tonight)
Tonight is what it means to be young
Tonight is what it means to be young
