uma música para o fim de semana - Phantom Vision

Gosto do preto. Gosto de atmosferas sombrias.
Papo quase todos os filme de vampiros, mesmo que estes sejam rascos.

Gosto das cores obscuras de Tim Burton, do terror gótico do seu universo e das pinceladas românticas que tão bem sabe colorir.
Sou dos que pensam que por lei, Burton deveria ser proibido de filmar a luz. Não sabe e não tem jeito para isso.

Atrai-me o humor macabro, a ironia e o sarcasmo negro. Os contrastes violentos do escuro versus palidez, os mistérios das sombras, situadas algures entre a luz e a escuridão, que não sendo pertença de nenhum deles contém em si um pouco dos dois.

Sou dos que consideram que há arte nos cemitérios. As pedras tumulares, os mausoléus, as escultura, os desenhos dos seus jardins, deveriam ser admirados.


Os Phantom Vision são e congregam tudo isto numa estética musical gótica.
Três músicos de Lisboa a tocarem música gótica, electro-gótica e darkwave.
Ouvi as primeiras músicas deles já há uns tempos e esqueci-me que eles existiam durante um largo período de tempo.
Este ano quando anunciaram o cartaz do Entremuralhas do Castelo de Leiria, um festival de música alternativa com especial destaque para o gótico, descobri que iam abrir o festival e recuperei-os para o palco da Esteira.

Uma música clássica do seu repertório é Strange Attraction de Calling the Friends de 2004.
Mas prefiro The End of All Dreams - sou admirador confesso deste tipo de títulos, até porque não acredito neles - do álbum Traces of Solitude de 2003.


Bom fim de semana :)

And the cold voice called the winter

And the winter drowned the light

Into the hearts of the darkness sounds

And the melodies of the night

The fear came with a haunted moon

My dreams fell down and cried

My blind eyes cried out for the last time

And kept with them my own desire

And the hard hand hid the sunrays

And the sky struck in a wall

And the stars flowed down through the memories

Of their last eternal fall

And all the dreams and poetry

That I had inside my brain

Has disintegrated and decomposed

And never ever shone again

It was the end of my dreams

It was the end of my...

And the proud eyes fired the roses

And the gardens in my soul

And made of my poor flowery brain

A desert land in war

The rivers dried out in my head

And my temples crumbled down

And the ruins of my latest breath

Rest by the shadows along the ground

And the strong wind razed the fables

And the legends I adored

The steps I gave through magical tales

And the beauties I loved more

And solitude embraced me

And took me for its bed

And there I stayed in my disease

Shading me off between my dread

It was the end of my dream

t was the end of my dream

And the hard rain blocked the passages

For the beauties in my head

And destroyed the fields of golden trees

And my dreamland overhead

And as I screamed and screamed more

The more my heaven rusted

And my rusted tears from my poisoned dew

Corroded the orchard for my disgust

And the scary moon laughed forever

And her laughs brought the shame

To the pure hearts and to the pure souls

To the victims of her game

And corrosion had driven me insane

And my conscience turned to mad

And I feel the guilt for my innocence

And for the love I've never had

And the rude ground broke in pieces

And crumbled down through my skin

Tore off the sculpture of my pores

And bled my open grin

And I floated on the river of my blood

Through a curse without an end

Dived into pain and agony

And lost the myth that I depend

And my whole dream is lost forever

And my body lays alone

And the flowers of my destiny

Disappeared from my throne

And the tears they have sucked from me

Drowned the magic of my fate

It was the end of pleasure's blend

The end of treasures I created

It was the end of my dreams

It was the end of my dreams

It was the end of my dreams

It was the end of my dreams