Asaf Avidan

Small Change Girl

The Labyrinth Song

 THE LABYRINTH SONG

Evening rises, darkness threatens to engulf us all
But there's a moon above it's shining and I think I hear a call
It's just a whisper through the trees, my ears can hardly make it out
But I can hear it in my heart, vibrating strong as if she shouts

Oh Ariadne, I am coming, I just need to work this maze inside my head
I came here like you asked, I killed the beast, that part of me is dead
Oh Ariadne, I just need to work this maze inside my head
If only I'd have listened to you when you offered me that thread

Everything is quiet and I'm not exactly sure
If it really was your voice I heard or maybe it's a door
That's closing up some hero's back, on his track to be a man
Can it be that all us heroes have a path but not a plan?

Oh Ariadne, I'm coming, I just need to work this maze inside my mind
I wish I had that string, it's so damn dark, I think I'm going blind
Oh Ariadne, I just need to work this maze inside my mind
For the life of me I don't remember what I came to find

Now tell me princess are you strolling through your sacred grove?
And is the moon still shining? You're the only thing I'm thinking of
The sword you gave me, it was heavy, I just had to lay it down
It's funny how defenseless I can feel here when there's nobody around

Oh Ariadne, I'm coming, I just need to work this maze inside my heart
I was blind, I thought you'd bind me, but you offered me a chart
Oh Ariadne, I just need to work this maze inside my heart
If I'd known that you could guide me, I'd have listened from the start

Somewhere up there there midnight strikes, I think I hear the fall
Of little drops of water, magnified against the barren wall
It's more a feeling than a substance, but there's nobody around
And when I'm in here all alone, it's just enough to let me drown

 Oh Ariadne, I was coming, but I failed you in this labyrinth of my past
Oh Ariadne, let me sing you, and we'll make each other last
Oh Ariadne, I have failed you in this labyrinth of my past
Oh Ariadne, let me sing you, and we'll make each other last



 Asaf Avidan 


La primera vez que uno escucha cantar a Asaf Avidan siente que la música le estaba prohibiendo algo. Algo muy seco, muy duro, que en su interior guarda toda esa suavidad y savia de quien hace canciones para un lugar del cuerpo más allá del tímpano y yunque. Entrar así en el pentagrama de Asaf es casi como esa teoría vital -que se cuenta en pocas borracheras- de que hay dos tipos de personas, cerezas y sandías. Este israelí es más bien lo segundo, pues todos acaban cayendo en su interior, hasta su centro dulce, su gravedad de asombros.
No es baladí lo de caer. Su nuevo disco se titula The Study on Falling y es exactamente eso: un asomarse al abismo y saltar a sabiendas de que en el fondo puede no estar la respuesta. Sólo más grito. Uno que se contiene y explota siguiendo las directrices de una garganta de prodigios.

http://www.notodo.com/asaf-avidan-study-falling