* AnitarrR *
When I come home cold and tired...
...it's good to warm my bones beside the fire...
Bueno, ya sé que es no está muy bien y que lo único que es mío es el sofá y yo, jaja! Pero la verdad es que me lo he pasado muy bien haciendo esto. Esta semana (ejem, pasada ya), el tema era el tiempo. Y lo primero que me vino fue evidentemente la canción de Pink Floyd (grandiosa :D). Aquí la parte del reprise de la canción, cuando retoman Breathe. Ale, aprendiendo, para que los posteriores montajes me vayan quedando algo mejor... :-)
Muchas gracias a los artistas de deviantart.
Yap, I know it's not very good but I had a lot of fun editing this... This week's (well, last one indeed...) topic was time. And the first thing that came to my mind was this great song from Pink Floyd. This part exactly is from the reprise of Breathe. In the end, it's all about learning so that the montages to come are better than this.
Thanks A LOT to deviantart artists
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
BREATHE REPRISE
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
Pink Floyd - Time (+ Breathe reprise)
When I come home cold and tired...
...it's good to warm my bones beside the fire...
Bueno, ya sé que es no está muy bien y que lo único que es mío es el sofá y yo, jaja! Pero la verdad es que me lo he pasado muy bien haciendo esto. Esta semana (ejem, pasada ya), el tema era el tiempo. Y lo primero que me vino fue evidentemente la canción de Pink Floyd (grandiosa :D). Aquí la parte del reprise de la canción, cuando retoman Breathe. Ale, aprendiendo, para que los posteriores montajes me vayan quedando algo mejor... :-)
Muchas gracias a los artistas de deviantart.
Yap, I know it's not very good but I had a lot of fun editing this... This week's (well, last one indeed...) topic was time. And the first thing that came to my mind was this great song from Pink Floyd. This part exactly is from the reprise of Breathe. In the end, it's all about learning so that the montages to come are better than this.
Thanks A LOT to deviantart artists
***
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
BREATHE REPRISE
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
Pink Floyd - Time (+ Breathe reprise)