I had the same thought. This is certainly a rare gem lost in the landfill of RU-vid. I try to share it but nobody seems to be moved much . It is so perfect and pure to me.
Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair That rose in strangled ebony curls Moving in a yellow bedroom light The air is wet with sound The faraway yelping of a wounded dog And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak Your house is so soft and fading as it soaks the black summer heat A light goes on and the door opens And a yellow cat runs out on the stream of hall light and into the yard A wooden cherry scent is faintly breathing the air I hear your champagne laugh You wear two lavender orchids One in your hair and one on your hip A string of yellow carnival lights comes on with the dusk Circling the lake with a slowly dipping halo And I hear a banjo tango And you dance into the shadow of a black poplar tree And I watched you as you disappeared I watched you as you disappeared I watched you as you disappeared I watched you as you disappeared
I dreamed I was dreaming of you" happy Valentines Day to all those who love the blues of the awesome Tom Waits. This as my love will know is my kind of music. Waits has a distinctive voice, described by critic Daniel Durchholz as sounding "like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months, and then taken outside and run over with a car."
It feels like an ancient tale, sacred yet so present. Almost like if you don't hold your breath the magic would disappear. I'm not sure why, and i know is different but it reminded me a song called La Veillée. Cheer throught that timeless voice.
“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.” Federico García Lorca, Blood Wedding and Yerma . Will
that is the most beautiful video i have ever seen on youtube. thank you so much for sharing this with us. oh god its so good!!!!!!! thanx so much.......
I've had many lovers in my life, and had poems written for and about me, but this, this moves me in it's sensuality, darkness, emotion and utter sense of craving...
“I was dancing with an immortal august woman, who had black lilies in her hair, and her dreamy gesture seemed laden with a wisdom more profound than the darkness that is between star and star, and with a love like the love that breathed upon the waters; and as we danced on and on, the incense drifted over us and round us, covering us away as in the heart of the world, and ages seemed to pass, and tempests to awake and perish in the folds of our robes and in her heavy hair. Suddenly I remembered that her eyelids had never quivered, and that her lilies had not dropped a black petal, or shaken from their places, and understood with a great horror that I danced with one who was more or less than human, and who was drinking up my soul as an ox drinks up a wayside pool; and I fell, and darkness passed over me.” ― W.B. Yeats, Rosa Alchemica
Your house is so soft and fading as it soaks the black summer heat A light goes on and the door opens And a yellow cat runs out on the stream of hall light and into the yard A wooden cherry scent is faintly breathing the air I hear your champagne laugh You wear two lavender orchids One in your hair and one on your hip A string of yellow carnival lights comes on with the dusk Circling the lake with a slowly dipping halo And I hear a banjo tango
“At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.” Pablo Neruda, Regalo de un Poeta . . . Will
And you dance into the shadow of a black poplar tree And I watched you as you disappeared I watched you as you disappeared I watched you as you disappeared I watched you as you disappeared
Your house is so soft and fading as it soaks the black summer heat A light goes on and the door opens And a yellow cat runs out on the stream of hall light and into the yard A wooden cherry scent is faintly breathing the air I hear your champagne laugh You wear two lavender orchids One in your hair and one on your hip A string of yellow carnival lights comes on with the dusk
Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair That rose in strangled ebony curls Moving in a yellow bedroom light The air is wet with sound The faraway yelping of a wounded dog And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak
“Each night I lie and dream about the one Who kissed me and awakened my desire I spent a single hour with him alone And since that hour, my days are layed with fire.” L.J. Smith, Secret Circle Booklet . . . . Then, why didn't she call me back? Will
it looks like it is from amelia, but i can't find the part of the film that this choreography is in.. it seems too fluid to be part of amelia, almost all of the dancing in the movie is sharper.
