(The young man stepped into the hall of mirrors, where he discovered a reflection of himself)
Even the greatest stars
discover themselves
in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
discover themselves
in the looking glass
(Sometimes he saw his real face and sometimes a stranger at his place)
Even the greatest stars
find their face
in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
find their face
in the looking glass
(He fell in love with the image of himself and suddenly the picture was distorted)
Even the greatest stars
dislike themselves
in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
dislike themselves
in the looking glass
(He made up the person he wanted to be and changed into a new personality)
Even the greatest stars
change themselves
in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
change themselves
in the looking glass
(The artist is living in the mirror with the echoes of himself)
Even the greatest stars
live their lives
in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
live their lives
in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
fix their face
in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
fix their face
in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
live their lives
in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
live their lives
in the looking glass
Kraftwerk, "Hall of Mirrors", en Trans-Europe Express (1977)
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5 comentarios:
y decía... antes de que fuese poseído mi ordenador...
..." esa foto no es de la época de The robots?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXa9tXcMhXQ
:-)
¡Sí! Pero la foto me gusta mucho y además me da la sensación de que rima con una que puse de Deleuze hace poco.
Deleuze... los domingos tarde o las tardes de domingo(que no es lo mismo pero para esta situación valdrían ambas) provocan un desparrame de sinceridad... o no... pero la verdad es ésta...
Deleuze... música electrónica?...no es que una sea muy electrica, la verdad, pero siempre se puede recurrir al Sr.Google... oh OH oh! filósofo... sí, soy una pagana, por no llamarme inculta ya que me gusta mimarme de vez en cuando
:-D
http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=eaa1a18
y como me gustó ésta...
¡Y cómo! Quedémonos con el cómo, más que con el qué (¿a quién le importa el quién?).
Reflections, Carolina. Me mola tu gramola.
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