lament

• evita müzikalinin inanılmaz finalindeki şarkı... 1996 yılında beyaz perdeye çekilen uyarlamasında madonna ve antonio banderasın yorumuyla içinizi kanatan şarkıdır...
  
  sözleri:
  
  (eva:)
  the choice was mine, and mine completely
  i could have any prize that i desired
  i could burn with the splendor of the brightest fire
  or else, or else i could choose time
  
  remember i was very young then
  and a year was forever and a day
  so what use could fifty, sixty, seventy be?
  i saw the lights, and i was on my way
  
  and how i lived, how they shone
  but how soon the lights were gone
  
  (che:)
  the choice was yours and noone else's
  you can cry for a body in despair
  hang your head because she is no longer there
  to shine, to dazzle, or betray
  how she lived, how she shone
  but how soon the lights were gone
  
  (embalmers:)
  eyes, hair, face, image
  all must be preserved
  still life displayed forever
  no less than she deserved.
• the cure, japanese whispers albümü.
  
  today there was a tragedy
  underneath the bridge
  a man walked
  cold and blue
  into la ment
  the sky coloured perfect
  as the man slipped away
  waving with a last vanilla smile
  
  somewhere at a table
  two drowned fools
  smoking
  drinking water as they talked
  of how they loved our lady
  and oh the smell as candles die
  
  one more ice cream river body
  flowed underneath the bridge
  underneath the bridge
• (bkz: daffodil lament)
• cure'un lament'i gerçekten güzel olmasına rağmen cure fanları tarafından bile genellikle unutulmaya mahkum, detay 1 şarkıdır.
• çok guzel bir badmarsh and shri parçasi. ayrica parçanin swayzak remixi de $arki kadar guzel. hatta bence daha da guzel.
• japanese whispers gibi sıradışı bir albüme bildik the cure hüznünü taşıyan özel bir şarkı.
• sylvia plath'in villanelle stiliyle yazılmış şiiri:
  
  the sting of bees took away my father
  who walked in a swarming shroud of wings
  and scorned the tick of the falling weather.
  
  lightning licked in a yellow lather
  but missed the mark with snaking fangs:
  the sting of bees too away my father.
  
  trouncing the sea like a ragin bather,
  he rode the flood in a pride of prongs
  and scorned the tick of the falling weather.
  
  a scowl of sun struck down my mother,
  tolling her grave with golden gongs,
  but the sting of bees took away my father.
  
  he counted the guns of god a bother,
  laughed at the ambush of angels' tongues,
  and scorned the tick of the falling weather.
  
  o ransack the four winds and find another
  man who can mangle the grin of kings:
  the sting of bees took away my father
  who scorned the tick of the falling weather.
• şarkının sonuna doğru robert'ın sesi daha da bir hüzünlenir, yankılanır sanki gerçekten ağlıyormuş gibi...hiç kuşkusuz japanese whispers'ın doruk noktası...
• (bkz: lament of the kings)
• (bkz: lament to gandalf)