On Air: Quoyle Impromptu for a train and a cloud

I’m a fool to want you
I’m a fool to want you
To want a love that can’t be true
A love that’s there for others too
I’m a fool to hold you
Such a fool to hold you
To seek a kiss not mine alone
To share a kiss that Devil has known
Time and time again I said I’d leave you
Time and time again I went away
But then would come the time when I would need you
And once again these words I had to say
Take me back, I love you
…I need you
I know it’s wrong, it must be wrong
But right or wrong I can’t get along
Without you

On Air: Quoyle - I’m a fool to want you Take1

words and music traditional

Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes.
And I wish the day, it soon will come
That she and I will be as one

I’ll go to the Clyde and I’ll mourn and weep
Where satisfied I never shall be
I’ll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times

On Air: Quoyle - Black is the colour of my love’s true hair (Irish Folk Song)

E tutta la canzone e’ in due battute :

But now too well i know the meaning of the blues (su scala discendente)

On Air: Quoyle - The meaning of the blues (Worth/Troup)

Fenomeno raro, artificiale e tardivo, l’amore non puo’ prosperare se non in condizioni mentali speciali e solo eccezionalmente compresenti, e comunque in assoluto contrasto con la liberta’ di costumi che caratterizza l’epoca moderna.Veroniquè aveva conosciuto troppe discoteche e troppi amanti, un tale sistema di vita impoverisce l’essere umano e gli infligge danne gravi e sempre irreparabili. L’amore come innocenza e come capacita’ di illusione, come attitudine a sintetizzare la totalita’ dell’altro sesso in un unico essere amato, e’ gia’ raro che resista ad un anno di vagabondaggio sessuale, figuriamoci a due. In realta’, le esperienze sessuali accumulate nel corso dell’adolescenza minano e distruggono rapidamente ogni possibilita’ di proiezione d’ordine sentimentale e romantico; progressivamente e molto rapidamente, si diviene tanto capaci di amore quanto lo e’ una vecchia ciabatta
(M. Houellebeck L’estensione del dominio della lotta

On Air: Quoyle -Quanto ti ho amato