ANTHEMS & SONGS
SO LIKE HELLO
I bring you some spazzing stuff about beautiful anthems and depressing songs
so from what to start to
I'D SAY FROM DEPRESSING SONGS
This is gonna be a loooong post
Il teatro degli orrori - Scende la notte
(the horrors' teather - The night sinks
This song, I thought, was perfectly taken for a Spain singing to Portugal, or the other way around, during the Estado novo and the Estado Español's dictatorships.
It's you,
it's always you, again you
who flies with sudden wings, and then falls down
have you ever thought that
you eat my soul and heart?
It doesn't matter
I should have loved you a little more.
You're alone,
simply alone,
you're looking at you in the mirror and don't recognize yourself
It's you,
it's always you, again you
with that look of a person who doesn't care and doesn't seek you anymore
have you noticed how
you still have your eyes all sparkly?
I doesn't matter
I've seen you crying a thousand times by now
You're alone,
simply alone,
you're looking at you in the mirror and don't recognize yourself
I could have wanted to
Maybe I could have
conquered the world with you.
You don't want to come down, don't you?
Have you ever thought that
life is short and we
have lost a lot of time, goin astray in the city?
Perhaps we've even lost ourselves
even ourselves
Have you ever thought that
it's not finished yet?
We can do even worse and get even further down
Yes, getting a little further down...down down
Getting a little further down
a little further down...
It's you,
it's always you, again you
with that look of a person who doesn't care and doesn't seek you anymore
have you noticed how
you still have your eyes all sparkly?
But then the night is sinking
and the darkness is surrounding our lives
which are not free anymore
not free anymore
not free anymore
THIS SECOND ONE INSTEAD
Offlaga Disco Pax - Venti minuti
(Offlaga Disco Pax - Twenty Minutes)
I thought about Usa speaking about a supposedly-dead!England.
This song shows a somehow gone nuts!France, as the guy from Milan, and a brokenhearted!Port, as the guy speaking with devotion.
In reality they're the same person in the song, but I liked splitting the personalities.
My father died after 54 complicated years
and a really hard name to bear , like a smile which is never signed by doubts
we didn't get along
growing old, I find some of his traits in my personality in my current age:
some hand marks, and expression in the mirror, a voice tune
I didn't like this thing at all
Since he left I have a christmas heritage:
he had a friend, a guy from Milan known at the military service in Friuli
when they were in their 20s
it was the beginning of the 60's and they musth have been moments of great sharing
and discovering of world.
I saw this guy just two times, when I was a child
people who had more middle class and more arrogance than we ever had
I've met this far away friend just on my dying father's bed.
From that time on, this man
decided I am my father
Every year, on Christmas eve, he calls,
he speaks with me, twenty minutes, about things I do not know
and of a period in which I wasn't even born.
He has the comradely voice that used with him
and he even mistakes my name.
He says "do your remember that guy? that woman?"
exactly as if I was him.
I've never shared my father's choices
I cordially hated him.
Since forever.
Now that he's not here anymore, I'm serene.
I dealed with the things I got on hold.
But every year I hear a voice talking about him like a wonderful person
and it talks about him like I've never been talked to.
I don't recognize him in those stories of long
friendship lasting over the natural end.
I'm silent in front of the devotion of a person who's a stranger
who calls from time to time, from very far away.
And for a very short time.
It's a devotion which can't be compared to mine.
Which is almost absent.
Twenty minutes.
Not one more.
Even this morning.
He speaks. He tells me. Almost crying.
He says goodbye and calls me with his name.
Then he corrects himself. He puts down the phone.
It wasn't me the one he wanted to talk.
It wasn't me the one he needed.
My father, for a long time,
has phoned me just once for year.
On christmas eve.
That phone call, made from nine kilometers away,
cold and distant, as much as Bering strait,
costed him a lot.
But he never deprive himself of it.
A point of honour.
"Hello son, your father is ok,
Call us sometimes.
How is your mother?
Go visit her.
At least her.
Hello son, Merry Christmas."
For one like Metuccio, it must have been one of the biggest efforts ever.
Ultramundane.
So big that it hasn't exausted itself yet.
I HOPE MY TRANSLATIONS ARE DECENT SIGGGH I felt like sharing them ;3;
A week ago I spoke with lemiru on Skype and we were like
OK LET'S TRY READING SOME FRENCH
UHM OK
/TAKES FRENCH HYMN
then we started lolling over anthems and well...this is what you get. THANKS DOSSO
Have you ever noticed how in the french version of the Ons Heemecht (Luxembourg's anthem) there is the word ADORABLE?
LUX YOU ARE ADORABLE
TOTALLY CUTE YOU KNOW
BUHYOOOOOOOO
I seriously buhyoo'd. And thinking again, with Miru, I got out with the idea that he's often put in the "micronations' table" during world meetings, eating with plastic spoons and bunny plates too.
His life is really though ok. ;3;
WELL
this speaks by itself lmao
La Marseillaise IS ON A HIGHER LEVEL THAN NORMAL GORE OK
also batshit insane!France is pretty wonderful, y'know
Land der Berge, Land am Strome is like the most clever anthem ever
IT EVEN HAS GEOGRAPHY IN IT
BECAUSE AUSTRIA IS IN THE MIDDLE OF EUROPE
AND HE'S A HARD WORKING GUY, LAND OF CHURCHES
very pretty princess-esque.
And now, here he comes.
Since he's always the TROLLING GUY here, he's left out from the contest
but HE'S TOTALLY NOT ALONE!!!! and starts singing his Swiss Psalm which is mixage of French, German, Italian and Romancio.
Because yes, he sings about NATURE and GOD
when you're alone, what would you do?
Roaming around in nature and praying God.
D'aw Switzy ♥
bonus:
this is a vesion of Scotland I sum up from the BISHOUNEN KAKKOI SEME J-fen came up with, his character design is pretty cool, but I liked him being a little..wilder.
And maybe some Scotland/trap!France might be nice.
Very nice.
B)
OK I'M DONE
EXCEPT NOT
HDFHFHSHFSJFHAJ
LEMIRU, IS ALL YOUR FAULT
BE PROUD OF IT
crossposted to eurotalia.
I bring you some spazzing stuff about beautiful anthems and depressing songs
so from what to start to
I'D SAY FROM DEPRESSING SONGS
This is gonna be a loooong post
Click to viewIl teatro degli orrori - Scende la notte
(the horrors' teather - The night sinks
This song, I thought, was perfectly taken for a Spain singing to Portugal, or the other way around, during the Estado novo and the Estado Español's dictatorships.
It's you,
it's always you, again you
who flies with sudden wings, and then falls down
have you ever thought that
you eat my soul and heart?
It doesn't matter
I should have loved you a little more.
You're alone,
simply alone,
you're looking at you in the mirror and don't recognize yourself
It's you,
it's always you, again you
with that look of a person who doesn't care and doesn't seek you anymore
have you noticed how
you still have your eyes all sparkly?
I doesn't matter
I've seen you crying a thousand times by now
You're alone,
simply alone,
you're looking at you in the mirror and don't recognize yourself
I could have wanted to
Maybe I could have
conquered the world with you.
You don't want to come down, don't you?
Have you ever thought that
life is short and we
have lost a lot of time, goin astray in the city?
Perhaps we've even lost ourselves
even ourselves
Have you ever thought that
it's not finished yet?
We can do even worse and get even further down
Yes, getting a little further down...down down
Getting a little further down
a little further down...
It's you,
it's always you, again you
with that look of a person who doesn't care and doesn't seek you anymore
have you noticed how
you still have your eyes all sparkly?
But then the night is sinking
and the darkness is surrounding our lives
which are not free anymore
not free anymore
not free anymore
THIS SECOND ONE INSTEAD
Offlaga Disco Pax - Venti minuti
(Offlaga Disco Pax - Twenty Minutes)
I thought about Usa speaking about a supposedly-dead!England.
This song shows a somehow gone nuts!France, as the guy from Milan, and a brokenhearted!Port, as the guy speaking with devotion.
In reality they're the same person in the song, but I liked splitting the personalities.
My father died after 54 complicated years
and a really hard name to bear , like a smile which is never signed by doubts
we didn't get along
growing old, I find some of his traits in my personality in my current age:
some hand marks, and expression in the mirror, a voice tune
I didn't like this thing at all
Since he left I have a christmas heritage:
he had a friend, a guy from Milan known at the military service in Friuli
when they were in their 20s
it was the beginning of the 60's and they musth have been moments of great sharing
and discovering of world.
I saw this guy just two times, when I was a child
people who had more middle class and more arrogance than we ever had
I've met this far away friend just on my dying father's bed.
From that time on, this man
decided I am my father
Every year, on Christmas eve, he calls,
he speaks with me, twenty minutes, about things I do not know
and of a period in which I wasn't even born.
He has the comradely voice that used with him
and he even mistakes my name.
He says "do your remember that guy? that woman?"
exactly as if I was him.
I've never shared my father's choices
I cordially hated him.
Since forever.
Now that he's not here anymore, I'm serene.
I dealed with the things I got on hold.
But every year I hear a voice talking about him like a wonderful person
and it talks about him like I've never been talked to.
I don't recognize him in those stories of long
friendship lasting over the natural end.
I'm silent in front of the devotion of a person who's a stranger
who calls from time to time, from very far away.
And for a very short time.
It's a devotion which can't be compared to mine.
Which is almost absent.
Twenty minutes.
Not one more.
Even this morning.
He speaks. He tells me. Almost crying.
He says goodbye and calls me with his name.
Then he corrects himself. He puts down the phone.
It wasn't me the one he wanted to talk.
It wasn't me the one he needed.
My father, for a long time,
has phoned me just once for year.
On christmas eve.
That phone call, made from nine kilometers away,
cold and distant, as much as Bering strait,
costed him a lot.
But he never deprive himself of it.
A point of honour.
"Hello son, your father is ok,
Call us sometimes.
How is your mother?
Go visit her.
At least her.
Hello son, Merry Christmas."
For one like Metuccio, it must have been one of the biggest efforts ever.
Ultramundane.
So big that it hasn't exausted itself yet.
I HOPE MY TRANSLATIONS ARE DECENT SIGGGH I felt like sharing them ;3;
A week ago I spoke with lemiru on Skype and we were like
OK LET'S TRY READING SOME FRENCH
UHM OK
/TAKES FRENCH HYMN
then we started lolling over anthems and well...this is what you get. THANKS DOSSO
Have you ever noticed how in the french version of the Ons Heemecht (Luxembourg's anthem) there is the word ADORABLE?
LUX YOU ARE ADORABLE
TOTALLY CUTE YOU KNOW
BUHYOOOOOOOO
I seriously buhyoo'd. And thinking again, with Miru, I got out with the idea that he's often put in the "micronations' table" during world meetings, eating with plastic spoons and bunny plates too.
His life is really though ok. ;3;
WELL
this speaks by itself lmao
La Marseillaise IS ON A HIGHER LEVEL THAN NORMAL GORE OK
also batshit insane!France is pretty wonderful, y'know
Land der Berge, Land am Strome is like the most clever anthem ever
IT EVEN HAS GEOGRAPHY IN IT
BECAUSE AUSTRIA IS IN THE MIDDLE OF EUROPE
AND HE'S A HARD WORKING GUY, LAND OF CHURCHES
very pretty princess-esque.
And now, here he comes.
Since he's always the TROLLING GUY here, he's left out from the contest
but HE'S TOTALLY NOT ALONE!!!! and starts singing his Swiss Psalm which is mixage of French, German, Italian and Romancio.
Because yes, he sings about NATURE and GOD
when you're alone, what would you do?
Roaming around in nature and praying God.
D'aw Switzy ♥
bonus:
this is a vesion of Scotland I sum up from the BISHOUNEN KAKKOI SEME J-fen came up with, his character design is pretty cool, but I liked him being a little..wilder.
And maybe some Scotland/trap!France might be nice.
Very nice.
B)
OK I'M DONE
EXCEPT NOT
HDFHFHSHFSJFHAJ
LEMIRU, IS ALL YOUR FAULT
BE PROUD OF IT
crossposted to eurotalia.