An afternoon when time stood still Insects, metallic insects An afternoon when time stood still A thousand elephants changing course in an instant Swelling and rippling like a river Flowing high with cresting waves Clouds form and reform in a strong wind Never stopping in one place An afternoon when time stood still Sliced time, time womb Children play in a forest of feathers Endless movement and change in a seamless texture Diving with a falling vortex Nothing ever happens twice Floating with a rising vortex Nothing ever happens twice
I always ponder about what these amazing songs could mean, what the artist could have been feeling when creating songs like these. What could Sakamoto have been thinking when he created this song, if I am getting intense emotions from listening, how can this compare to the act of creation?
ステージの演奏で、原曲の良さを大きく超えたと感じた演奏はいくつかありますが、この演奏もその１つです。生で見てましたが、何が起きてるか最初は理解できませんでした。 同様と感じたものに、heartbeat tourのM.A.Y in the backyardとcalling from tokyoがあります。
