I get kind of a Ne/Ti feel from this song, especially the first half-ish.
It starts of with the bassline that kind of represents (to me) a kind of Ti (in that it's regular and refined, without variation) and then the Ne kicks in at 0:30 with the playful guitar and continues to mount as new elements slowly kind of come into the song. Notice, though, that each element stands on its own and continues its own regular pattern which would be analogous to Ti managing and refining multiple, parallel lines of thought caused by Ne. Then, at 1:39 the Ti kind of throws out the extra stuff to focus on those couple notes (but you can still hear sounds kind of... below... those prominent notes (the Ne isn't completely stopped by the Ti)). But then the Ne quickly resumes and the layers sort of come back. The vocals/lyrics are kind of hard for me to distinctly figure out, but if this song is NeTi so far, then they could kind of represent a Si/Fe nostalgic sadness/bitterness ("fade to nothing" = kind of like the end of a movie, so a sense of finality/loss with negative conotations of "nothing." and "I just want it to be over" could be a sort of bitterness about being stuck in a rut (or something comparable) that you wish would end even though you're emotionally tied to it in a nostalgic Si/Fe way. And even through the vocals, you can still hear the playful Ne layers all throughout being constantly carried on by Ti.
Post by peppergirl on Jun 16, 2013 11:30:57 GMT -5
Ah, this song embodies Si to me. A classic song in my country. Never fails to make me cry The translation looks amateur but it's the only one I've found with one (there is an explanation at the end of what is a "Mistral Gagnant").
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peppergirl The french songs are very beautiful. I love Jacques Brel and Léo Ferré. You inspired me to share famous songs from italian songwriters i like(he is very inspired by french songs), here talks in Genovese dialect, i don't absolutely know that dialect
this is Branduardi, he writes medieval ballads since the eighties, well this one isn't completely in a medieval style (this one is called "The Billiards Player"):
this is an ethnic song from my region, the origin of this chants is probably ancient than the greek culture:
Your ethnic chant is very reminiscent of corsican chants (not surprising given its history and close location to Italy) :
I've learnt a bit of Italian in high school and remembered a song I particularly liked, La canzone di Marinella, a song about a killed prostitute who "like the most beautiful things, only lived for one day, like the roses".
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Renaud? My father probably nominated him, but no, i don't know him. I'm not entirely down to classical songwriters, i don't like exactly the mood that they sometimes give, but i like really much the few i listen to , anyway, i'm listening something now. Corsica is really similar to Sardinia, they have a really similar culture, but i've never been there, but i'm interested to make a journey one day. the one i prefer from De Andrè is that, "Love that comes, Love that goes"
This cover is pretty heartbreakig, the singer (Battiato) during a live stopped to sing because he was going to crying, his version reminds a little bit Philip Glass:
Another cover from Battiato, you will recognize it immediatly
I listened to it today and I thought this song is Se... XD
I selected some parts of the lyrics:
'"Ya call it a moment I call it life
One day when the light is glowing I'll be in my castle golden But until the gates are open i just wanna feel this moment
Oh oh oh I just wanna feel this moment Oh oh oh I just wanna feel this moment
Reporting live, from the tallest building in Tokyo Long ways from the hard ways Filled with zoes and oye's Dade county always 305 all day Now baby we can parley, oh baby we can party xD
She read books, especially about red rooms and tight ups I got it hooked, cause she seen me in a suit with the red ta-ta up baby we can party
Now let's stop time and enjoy this moment
I see see the future but live for the moment Makes sense, don't it? Ha!
Oh oh oh oh
now let's stop time and enjoy this moment" xD
Here medoly with complete lyrics:
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Wheres the fun in forever? swimmin' in a sea of time. If we only knew in the beginning, no end in sight. to feel unknown. Wheres the fun in forever? would you love so hard? would you strive to be better? could we have gone this far? Have you ever stopped to think about how it would be, anyway?
Tommorows just a day away Tommorow isnt promised, wheres the fun in forever? Celebrate.
wheres the meaning in tommorow? wheres the rush? wheres the aches? never feelin time is borrowed, cause its all the same. Its kinda sad to think about how it would be thank goodness that
Tommorows just a day away Tommorow isnt promised, wheres the fun in forever? Celebrate.
Wheres the fun in forever? Gotta live it like your last day. having songs for the moment, celebrate celebrate
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@morsecode The lyrics, the beat, the images, everything screams Se
It's a remix of a Ah-A song, Take on Me? (don't remeber the exact name of the band).
Yes, yes, take on me! Epic! Take on me gives me same 'thing' It's Friday I'm love produces! <3
hahah yes, everything, everything. Funny!
It's funny how the images on the background in the video translate e x a c t l y how I experience my Se (and that feeling of eating buldings of the city and rolling on the sidewalks in all metropolitan cities in the world - that I described in Type Me Heron's thread when answering your question). ^^ "Reporting live, from the tallest building in Tokyoooo"
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Post by peppergirl on Jun 17, 2013 17:56:48 GMT -5
I have just realized the city is Paris. They twisted the images so much that it could be any city.
Well, it makes me more understand how Se users might experience these kinds of things. Maybe it's more of a Fi+Se things rather than Ti+Se. It has something "romantic" and personal to it...
Yes, yes, I agree it is possibly more a Fi+Se thing rather than Ti+Se: Fi romantism/sensitivity + Se sensuality
The text below translates very well all that romantism+sensuality (is written originally in my native language and that's why the translation is crap. i translated it on google and made few lazy adjustments. :x). The musicality/rhymes were also killed by the crap translation.
Life Avenue
By your side, life is a Paulista avenue - raced, scrolled and, from start to finish, licked. And I know that they will pass by your endless forms like zigzagging motorcycles, while I will always be unforgettable and immortal accidents at every corner: impressive, wrong and especially beautiful. This to your sharp and bright eyes that only knows how to enhance what I already knew: life is only worth when swallowed - it is a multicolored paper boat running on a hilariously ryco champagne stream: all light, fragile, accelerated - epitome of all risks. In these, you became my favorite pastime: like standing on a high speed convertible car, both arms open, gulping air that blows every ways, feeling, feeling and laughing at the word 'jubilation' (after having it completely understood). Because if before I was just intense, today I know that life is more, more, more, much more than myself: IMMENSE. And I'm going to start the paragraph with 'and '. And I'll keep letting go of understanding. And I won't stop until life stops me. And I'll just go to sleep after you pack me. And I swear I will get tired of falling in love again, but not before you steal all my air. And I'll spread to everyone our impasse. And I will laugh hard if we marry one day. And I'll keep choosing Paulista avenue as scenario of every lived life, of all invented truth, of detected internalizations, of all varied possibility, of the apex of my franzied viscerality, rolling naked in every sidewalk, laughing at the face of the cold, beautifying the drizzle on the curb, feeling the ironic void that echoes from a feverish metropolis. And I will finish this text disastrously and almost-subtle, like someone who comes out of Paulista turning corner in a state of uproar, sees 'Belas Artes' cinema and finds there, terrified, how a life is ended.
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