Sunday, April 10, 2016

The Lake...


I was having a dinner with a friend, and was kind of dissolved in the conversation, when the piano started and I heard this deep, amazing voice and it immediately captured my attention. There was no question if I could possibly concentrate a moment longer in the so interesting talk we had a moment ago. The voice was so earnest, the song was coming from the singer's soul and it was talking to me, it was putting its spell on me and I was sitting there, but my spirit was floating, bounded by the power of the song. I tried to listen to my friend, then to explain what had just happened, while the only thing which I wanted was to listen, listen, listen...
I asked our waitress to tell me what was the name of the song, and who was singing, as there were no close matches on SoundHound. She looked at me and said "That was something, wasn't it? I even cried a little!" And then she brought me a piece of paper with the name of the singer and the song, and here it is, dear all, Anthony and the Johnsons' The Lake!




And the lyrics are no less powerful, as this is Edgar Allen Poe's poem "The Lake":


In youth's spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
To which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound
And the tall trees that towered around

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as upon all
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody

My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake

Yet that terror was not fright
But a tremulous delight
And a feeling undefined
Springing from a darkened mind
Death was in that poisoned wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his dark imagining
Whose wildering though could even make
An Eden of that dim lake

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as upon all
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody

My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake

Springing from a darkened mind
So lovely was the loneliness
In youth's spring, it was my lot
In its stilly melody
An Eden of that dim lake
An Eden of that dim lake
Lone, lone, lonely...



I hope you enjoy it as much as I do...


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