Saturday, December 8, 2007
81.Peter Murphy - Marlene Dietrich's Favourite Poem (Deep,1990)
The Godfather of Goth has released with Deep his best work, full of poetic ideas, nostalgic feelings, in love with love, the deepest of the sadness you can experiment, plenty of beauty in all sorroundings, love emotions that goes beyond conventional love emotions not just the love to women but love to a friend to life, love as a whole concept, Murphys lyrics require deep understanding, meanings are not that obvious you have to read between lines and adopt the general idea to you, only this way you can grow and mature at this genious level.Lovely, acoustic ballad "Marlene Dietrich's Favourite Poem" with wonderful, touching lyrics - maybe Peter's best ballad and a majestic tribute to the legendary cabaret singer.
Marlene Dietrich's Favourite Poem
My mother loved it so she said
Sad eyed pearl and drop lips
Glancing pierce through writer man
Spoke hushed and frailing hips
Her old eyes skim in creasing lids
A tear falls as she describes
Approaching death with a yearning heart
With pride and no despise
Hot tears flow as she recounts
Her favourite worded token
Forgive me please for hurting so
Don't go away heartbroken no
Don't go away heartbroken no
Just wise owl tones no velvet lies
Crush her velvet call
Oh Marlene suffer all the fools
Who write you on the wall
And hold your tongue about your life
Or dead hands will change the plot
Will make your loving sound like snakes
Like you were never hot
Hot tears flow as she recounts
Her favourite worded token
Forgive me please for hurting so
My mother loved it so she said
Sad eyed pearl and drop lips yeah
Glancing pierce through writer man
Spoke hushed and frailing lips yeah
Old eyes skim in creasing lids
A tear falls as she describes
Approaching death with a yearning heart
With pride and no despise
Hot tears flow as she recounts
Her favourite worded token
Forgive me please for hurting so
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