Sane Inside Insanity: SANDOR CLEGANE: THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA (SPOILERS)

venerdì, marzo 05, 2010

SANDOR CLEGANE: THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA (SPOILERS)

Ulteriori generi di conforto...

Questa cosa era lì a guardarmi in faccia, quindi eccovela, l'unica canzone adatta al nostro adorato Mastino. Ho fatto solo minimi cambiamenti. A quanto pare, più Sansa pensa a lui, più i suoi ricordi sono romantici (non si sono mai baciati!), quindi ho "ambientato" la canzone durante la sua prigionia a Nido d'Aquila. E' un duetto con un Mastino immaginario.

Adoro questa canzone, quindi ecco DUE video, due alternative alla versione "ufficiale" di Michael Crawford e Sarah Brightman. Le voci di Butler e Banderas sono più fragili, ma mi piacciono entrambe le loro rese proprio per questo.

More confort food...

It was staring me in the face all the time, so here it is, the only song which could fit our beloved Hound. Only tiny changes were necessary. It seems the more Sansa thinks of him, the more passionate her memories are (they never kissed!), so I "set" the song during her captivity at the Eyrie. It's a duet with an imaginary Hound.

I adore this song, so here are TWO videos, two alternatives to the "official" Michael Crawford-Sarah Brightman version. Butler and Banderas' voices are lighter, but that's why I love both performances.

Emmy Rossum - Gerard Butler
Sarah Brightman - Antonio Banderas

THE HOUND, SANDOR CLEGANE - by Alayne Stone

In sleep he kissed my lips, in dreams he came
That rough voice calls to me, my real name
And shall he save me soon? For now I find
The Hound, Sandor Clegane, he is right here
Inside my mind

Sing once again with me our strange duet
My power over you grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me, to glance behind
The Hound, Sandor Clegane, he is right there
Inside your mind

Those who have seen your face draw back in fear
I'm sorry for your pain, we were so near
Your spirit and my voice in one combined
The Hound, Sandor Clegane, he is right here
Inside my mind

He's there, the Hound, Sandor Clegane
Beware the Hound, Sandor Clegane

In all your fantasies you always knew
That man and mystery - were both in you
And in this Eyrie room, Baelish is blind
The Hound, Sandor Clegane, he is right here
Inside my mind

Sing, my Little Bird! Sing for me!

He's there, the Hound, Sandor Clegane...

QUOTES

Heart shall be bolder,
harder be purpose,
more proud the spirit
as our power lessens!
Mind shall not falter
nor mood waver,
though doom shall come
and dark conquer.
(The Battle of Maeldon, translated by Tolkien)

He who has a treasure, or a demon in his heart, cannot hide it. (King Theodoric the Great)

I' mi son un che, quando
Amor mi spira, noto, e a quel modo
ch'e' ditta dentro vo significando.
(Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio)

The lambs will stop for now. But, Clarice, you judge yourself with all the mercy of the dungeon scales at Threave; you'll have to earn it again and again, the blessed silence. Because it's the plight that drives you, seeing the plight, and the plight will not end, ever. (Hannibal Lecter)

Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered mountain 19,710 feet high, and is said to be the highest mountain in Africa. Its western summit is called the Masai 'Ngaje Ngai', the House of God. Close to the western summit there is the dried and frozen carcass of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking at that altitude. (Ernest Hemingway)

Would I embarrass you? Yes, it is possible. You see, I... I am crazy. I take the newer medications, but I still see things that are not here. I just choose not to acknowledge them. Like a diet of the mind, I choose not to indulge certain appetites. Like my appetite for patterns. Perhaps my appetite to imagine and to dream. (A Beautiful Mind)

Night gathers, and now my watch begins.
It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife, hold no lands,
father no children.
I shall wear no crowns and win no glory.
I shall live and die at my post.
I am the sword in the darkness.
I am the watcher on the walls.
I am the fire that burns against the cold,
the light that brings the dawn,
the horn that wakes the sleepers,
the shield that guards the realms of men.
I pledge my life and honor to the Night Watch
for this night and all the nights to come.
(GRRM)

Never criticize a person until you walk a mile in their shoes (Atticus Finch)

A warrior for peace is no less a warrior (General Korrd, unwittingly reminding of Yitzhak Rabin)

What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard who has ever existed? Only innocent lives, Peter. (Sirius Black)

Whatever makes a soldier sad will make a killer smile (Leonard Cohen)

I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't. (John Coffey)

Oh, life! 'tis in an hour like this, with soul beat down and held to knowledge, - as wild, untutored things are forced to feel - Oh, life! 'tis now that I do feel the latent horror in thee! but 'tis not me! that horror's out of me! and with the soft feeling of the human in me, yet will I try to fight ye, ye grim, phantom futures! (Starbuck)

I have dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. (Charlotte Bronte)

If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me? (Karen Blixen)

Do not you recognize me, Dumas? I am the rearguard of the Grande Armee. I have stood at Kovno, and thrown the last muskets in the Niemen. I am Marshal Ney. Give me a bowl of soup. (Attributed to Michel Ney).