SONGS OF LONDON (IX)

16/05/11 ANCIENT LIFE IS RISING A.BARO

From Ancient Mesopotamia
Where the culture emerged between two rivers
To the modern world arrives neurasthenia
And about knowledge, there are only slivers.

From that land arising Babylonians and Sumerians
Assyrians of bravery recognized
From its fertile valleys, of the agrarians
The most marvellous paradise.

Sennacherib and his “Palace without rival”
Asurnasirpal of Assyria, king who built Nimrud
Ziggurats and astronomers of Babylon
And the Royal Tombs of Ur.

The ancient life is rising through the ages
The ancient life is rising through the new age.

Empire of Egypt with all its dynasties
Ozymandias, also known as Ramses
Extracted from the sands, king of kings
The blood of gods running through your veins.

Your footprint, from the Old Kingdom
Until the Ptolemaic opens the earth in two
By the Nile, generous with his children
Remains of the pyramids of Giza and breakthrough.

The Rosetta Stone teach us all your secrets
Granite sarcophagus and Egyptian mummies
Nebamon hunting in the marshes
Magic and rituals not for dummies

The ancient life is rising through the ages
The ancient life is rising through the new age


19/05/11 SOUVENIRS A.BARO

What would you take a souvenir of the city
If you can’t the air from the Thames?
Would you take the sunset, so pretty
Or the blades of grass in parks, then?
What would you take if you have no money
To buy all the wonderful feelings you get?
What would you take a souvenir of the city?
I’ll take everything that I felt.

Souvenirs, souvenirs, a piece of paper
That flew in the old station of my memories
Souvenirs, oh, souvenirs, a slice of an ancient
Figure of a worn ivory bridge.

Any object will awaken your longing season
It can be an old train ticket or a postcard
Those little things that get caught in treason
That arise in your mind from the backyard
Sweet or melancholic songs in you head
What will you feel if you are out of guard?
Any object will awaken your longing season
And you’ll come back in the time.

Souvenirs, souvenirs, a piece of paper
That flew in the old station of my memories
Souvenirs, oh, souvenirs, a slice of an ancient
Figure of a worn ivory bridge.

Music

What would you take if you have no money
To buy all the wonderful feelings you get?
What would you take a souvenir of the city?
I’ll take everything that I felt.

Souvenirs, souvenirs, a piece of paper
That flew in the old station of my memories
Souvenirs, oh, souvenirs, a slice of an ancient
Figure of a worn ivory bridge.