White |Noise é uma banda, projeto do tecladista David Vouhaus. A música "The Visitation" foi gravada em 1969, no álbum, "An Electric Storm...". É um disco inovador no uso de efeitos eletrônicos.
É um disco muito louco, anti- convencional. Aliás, em algumas faixas, escutamos mistura de canções melodiosas, com efeitos eletrônicos e um tanto de loucura.
"The Visitation" é minha preferida no álbum, e, sem dúvida, é a mais interessante, a que mais nos chama a atenção. Música e letra macabras e românticas ao mesmo tempo. Uma mulher perde seu amado, a morte o leva. Ela não se conforma... Seu espírito a visita... Mas ele não pode ficar muito tempo no nosso plano, tem que voltar para o além. Ela não se conforma, chora, bradando, "Don't Go!"
Curioso, é que nos anos 70, praticamente a todas as mulheres que eu , ou colegas meus, apresentava tal canção, a melodia e letra eram alvos de elogios. Apesar de macabra, as mulheres não resistiam ao romantismo da música. Um amor além da morte.
Lyrics to The Visitation :
Young girl with roses in her eyes
Sits on a bed of white sheets
The lights are off the gloom begins
To thicken as she waits
She's waiting alone in the dark (waiting)
Where is the sun and the flowered park (we're always waiting)
Why do they always meet in shadow
Young girl with roses in her eyes (I'm as close as your breathing)
Waits for the phosphorescent mouth (but you can't hear me)
It's blue and comes upon her neck
In whispers like dry grass
She's waiting for her lover's voice (I tried to talk to you)
The sun is gone the music plays (but you wouldn't listen)
From the sheet corner and she cries
Young girl with roses in her eyes
Hugs close the dark and cries
The words she hears are weak
Her lover's not asleep he's dead
She feels his breathing by her side
He reaches across the border
Stretching his boneless hand towards her
(SPOKEN)
Death is silent painless
I didn't know what happened
I was suddenly standing above my body
while you looked on
too much in shock for tears
I tried to speak
but couldn't
I tried to talk to you
but you wouldn't listen
and now we meet
like guilty lovers in the dark
for such a hopeless moment
and even as we meet I feel you slipping from me
and I go back
to my darkness
The girl with roses in her eyes (my spirit lingers after you like a faint stream of clouds)
Speaks with her lover who is here (my mouth hovers about you)
Like vines their voices intertwine (forever)
It is all they have (I see you waiting for me summoning up the power as the light dies)
She struggles to hold him back (the light we loved)
He clutches but the power is gone
And the pillow turns to chalk
(SPOKEN)
I tried to speak but couldn't
and now we meet like guilty lovers in the dark for such a hopeless moment
and even as we meet I feel you slipping from me
and I go back to my darkness
Sits on a bed of white sheets
The lights are off the gloom begins
To thicken as she waits
She's waiting alone in the dark (waiting)
Where is the sun and the flowered park (we're always waiting)
Why do they always meet in shadow
Young girl with roses in her eyes (I'm as close as your breathing)
Waits for the phosphorescent mouth (but you can't hear me)
It's blue and comes upon her neck
In whispers like dry grass
She's waiting for her lover's voice (I tried to talk to you)
The sun is gone the music plays (but you wouldn't listen)
From the sheet corner and she cries
Young girl with roses in her eyes
Hugs close the dark and cries
The words she hears are weak
Her lover's not asleep he's dead
She feels his breathing by her side
He reaches across the border
Stretching his boneless hand towards her
(SPOKEN)
Death is silent painless
I didn't know what happened
I was suddenly standing above my body
while you looked on
too much in shock for tears
I tried to speak
but couldn't
I tried to talk to you
but you wouldn't listen
and now we meet
like guilty lovers in the dark
for such a hopeless moment
and even as we meet I feel you slipping from me
and I go back
to my darkness
The girl with roses in her eyes (my spirit lingers after you like a faint stream of clouds)
Speaks with her lover who is here (my mouth hovers about you)
Like vines their voices intertwine (forever)
It is all they have (I see you waiting for me summoning up the power as the light dies)
She struggles to hold him back (the light we loved)
He clutches but the power is gone
And the pillow turns to chalk
(SPOKEN)
I tried to speak but couldn't
and now we meet like guilty lovers in the dark for such a hopeless moment
and even as we meet I feel you slipping from me
and I go back to my darkness
