Pastoral Hide and Seek (1974) song selections, music by J.A. Seazer!

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  • Опубликовано: 27 ноя 2024

Комментарии • 10

  • @kelticlago
    @kelticlago 3 года назад +3

    C'est juste fabuleux!

  • @suika.kunoichi
    @suika.kunoichi 3 года назад +1

    One of my all time favourites! ♥️

  • @rkselectronicmusic
    @rkselectronicmusic 2 года назад +13

    the Japanese language has no hard edges making it perfect for singing, you don't have to understand it to enjoy it

  • @savoy192
    @savoy192 3 месяца назад +1

    謎が笛吹く影絵が踊るのテューバの色っぽさよ

  • @dann_.1537
    @dann_.1537 2 года назад +3

    I live in Japan. And I can say this Japanese is a old one that they used to speak. Now is very simple and idk sometimes "cute"? Lol💀
    But still a beautiful language.
    I use Japanese all day in my school lol

    • @davidcarriao9895
      @davidcarriao9895 2 месяца назад

      I need to know the lyrics of J.A Ceazar musics so bad 😭I want to learn his poetry but dont know japanese, I want to learn it just cause of japanese poems lmao

  • @basile.9269
    @basile.9269 3 года назад +6

    Hello I love this soundtrack and this film but I unfotunally dont speak japanese what is said in the different song ?

    • @lel765
      @lel765 2 года назад +4

      I think it's this:
      -After Shuji Terayama
      Little bird, take me to the kimono girls. My childhood weaves a melange of faces and rose petals, and I roam the breadth of my mother's bloom. Every dawn a sepia wind stirs the mountain, recasts our karma and Buddha in the snow. Where is my surf along the cliffs, windmills sailing from rock to rock? I ask them to soothe my mother: her wooden comb, her hair a lullaby of taut strings. The sea dies where a cello torques on sand, leaving me without its compass. An old clock sings.
      Who wants an altar? Her only dowry
      she washed all day, sparkling
      ‘til she rushed to the grave.
      I tread strawmen and dolls sprouting between stones, each step a bell, a blue glow on the border, where her shawl flaunts a serpent dance at an abandoned carnival. I would razor my eyes to see the distant jollity, but the chants have clashed, and the clock starts to fume. Stitch the torn faces together, with a piece of red yarn, for my handprint on my mother's stone to fade. To the north of future I follow the smoke, with no longing for home.

  • @swagasd
    @swagasd 3 года назад +2

    Does anybody know who made the poster for this one?