Προφανώς όπως ευνόητα καταλαβαίνεις δεν υπάρχει μια γενική και εύλογη απάντηση με ένα «Ναι» η’ με ένα «Όχι» καθώς πολλά θέματα εξαρτούνται πολλών και διαφορετικών περιστάσεων…
Προσωπικά τείνω προς αυτό που πιστεύει και ο Νέστορας…
Από εκεί και πέρα...
Άλλο πράγμα είναι, ο ειλικρινής, σοβαρός, «δυνατός» στίχος
Π.χ.
Leonard Cohen - Dance me to the end of love (HD)Leonard Cohen - Dance me to the end of love (HD)
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Leonard Cohen - A Thousand Kisses Deep
Leonard Cohen - A Thousand Kisses Deep
The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it’s done –
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it’s real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet –
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won’t exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat . . .
Και άλλο πράγμα είναι, η ψευδής (fake, lame…) στιχοπλοκή, ο δήθεν σοβαρός, δήθεν «δυνατός», ο δήθεν ποιοτικός στίχος και σε γενικές γραμμές ο δήθεν στίχος…
Όταν σκέπτομαι τα περισσότερα τραγούδια που εύκολα ενθυμούμαι, διαπιστώνω ακραιφνής ότι τα περισσότερα εξ’ αυτών έχουν πολύ «δυνατό» και ποιοτικό στίχο γραμμένο στις περισσότερες των περιπτώσεων από μεγάλους στιχουργούς και ποιητές…
Αλλά όπως είπα, -και πιο πάνω…- αυτή είναι η προσωπική μου και υποκειμενική μου αντίληψη και τίποτα άλλο πλην αυτού…
