Талант во всем!!! Опции

[Dron]

Саймона я считаю одним из самых талантливых вокалистов в мире.
У него отличный голос, можно сказать даже разнообразный, в одной песне он споет в одном стиле, в другой его можно не узнать, особенно тем кто DD мало когда слушал:music:
Не зря его голос считается одним из лучших в мире.
У Саймона вообще много хороших особенностей.
Мне нравится как он играет в клиппах, очень хорошо у него это получается:)
Очень запоминающаяся у него внешность, без его участия в клипах
они бы не были такими интересными.
Иногда я думаю: какими бы были DD если бы Саймона не было в группе? Наверно не очень удачной. Я представляю если бы все песни пел Даффи, нет даже не могу представить, не получается:D

[winter rose]

Есть. Вот те, что можно найти в И-нете:
( Кстати одно из них стало песней;) )


Underneath The Clocktower

The girl just stood there as the summer rain began to fall
Sweetness in the rising air drawing all her breath
Sickness rising on her chest made me heave and I first looked as she cried (on the beach)
Why won't you come with me
I want the place where
the night lives, where the air drives
Why won't you come with me?
But I gave in to the taste in my mouth, turned (my) throat to the sky and looking back eastways saw her standing there dark eyes and brooding like fishes holding the tide and I moved as she smiled (on the beach)
Oh will you come with me?
at the place where the air drives
Where the night lives
Oh will you come with me

Underneath The Clocktower
Le Bon June 1980





The Self Portrait

Eastern jangles, ashes, jungles, all purple gold and red, a crimson flag to herald the dawn and from the centre of the liquid flame steps the man.




Free Fall
A cold morning, a waste of snow and blue, nothing but a fast fading track of footsteps leading in one direction and a growing sense of purpose which points another way. All night parties, cocktail bars, the butterfly escapes the killing jar.




Birthday Party
World of Surprise, of fireworks and sudden silence. One moment half asleep in a strangers bed the new day bursts in like a fast train or an old friend, ever expected but never knocking




Eight Miles High
The buds of cotton cloud buzz past the window like gunshots taken by the wind. One step farther, not one step beyond. Every secod further away, another broken dream. Reality cracks and splinters before my face, falls like shattered glass revealing that which I have always known; a portfolio of pictures I have never seen but know I must have drawn.
-Simon





REFLECTIONS IN A POOL OF MOONLIGHT UPON THE MANTLEPIECE
Sitting in your rocking chair
As time strains past your face
Towards a day when even time itself may stop For you, and then strain on
For someone else.
Has your ceaseless rocking
Rocked you too, away from the
Mocking world you rock in?
Or do you ever dare
To look beyond the door
Beyond the dark grey roofs and stones
Into another room where old light shines, Where another heart beats in solemn time To the rocking of a chair?
Outside the window, above the street
Your friend the moon begins to beat
An ancient tune, and whispers
Softly to you in your rocking chair
Your own lonely love song.
Listen if you dare.

Simon Le Bon 1977



DRIVE BY
It was the hottest day in July
And all along Santa Monica Blvd
cars were stood still
And a gleaming metal tube
That stretched all the way from the highlands Back to La Brea. And she met under Los Angeles sunshine
Young man was sitting at the wheel
On his way to make a pickup
Turned off the air-con
Rolled down the window
And began to sweat
Out over the Hollywood hills
He saw the clouds building
Like great dark towers of rain
Ready to come tumbling down
Any day now
Not a day too soon
(any day now)
And as the music drifted in
From other cars
His eyes started to slip
This is the story of his dream

(From the album 'Thank You')



GOD
God created the world, then created the devil to blame for his mistakes. I closed the door of my hotel room behind me. It was like closing a chapter in the book of life. Outside, thirty floors below I could hear the police using their sirens like wolf whistles, to pick up young girls.
On TV, Oliver North, his 15 minutes of fame ticking steadily away, was being fuzzy about crucial events which had happened a year earlier. What a flake, but then, who isn't?
That was Reagan's defense at least.
The worst thing is how politics begins to leak into your life. Back in our innocence, we used to simply stick two fingers up and say F*** you, that was about all you had to say anyway, and then go back to the more important business of making music.
So why was I sitting there feeling angry about covert operations and illegal aid to the contras, I mean I'm not even American. Well maybe we all are a little bit. And then I realized it was just the thought that in this particular democracy and probably every other one in the world there is somebody in power, who thinks he is more right than all the people who put him there. All the people who for once in their lives took an interest.
Outside, the wind was howling the who who's from sympathy for the devil, round and round the concrete hotel walls and corners. That was then, this isn't.

London 1988



THIS IS HOW A ROAD GETS MADE
This is how a road gets made
Somebody walked on a virgin land
Someone else saw their tracks
and followed them leaving a path
It seemed as though I were looking down the hill when I first saw it
But as I walked on I realised I was going up Somebody whistled behind
and turning around they seemed far below then I came to where there had been a fire It was shaded from the sun by trees
figure of eight, it's our year, it always was Credentials,
made of earth,
drinks water,
breathes air,
makes fire.

(1988 - Duran Duran - Do You Believe In Shame? single)




TAKEN FROM THE STRANGE BEHAVIOUR TOUR BOOK
....In exploitation's name we must be working for the skin trade, there's no excuse not to. We love the sound, that's what it's all about anyway. So tonight music is all that matters.
Listen....





TAKEN FROM THE LET IT FLOW TOUR BOOK
We are born, live, breath and die- all of us under the same sun. And if some are luckier than others along the way- good fortune is a fine thing to be sharing. I guess that's just what we're doing up here in front of you- got some songs and a lot of front. So close your eyes and let the sweet sound wash over you, give your body to the rhythm and we'll run away with you- just for tonight..and tomorrow we'll just be a part of the wallpaper again. And hey...you dont ever have to worry about tomorrow coz tomorrow's just the next today and it's today that counts.

Simon
London July '99
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