Friday, March 30, 2007
 

I’m a fan of The Lord of the Rings; the books and the movies. The movies are perfect adaptation from the books. Yes, there are some changes, but that is why it is called ADAPTATION. Surely you cannot expect all the nitty gritty scenes to be added in the movies. Tho, Tom Bombadil is a great character to be shown.

Cannot get enuf of them, even now. Anyway, the songs are great. May It Be had been posted last few years. Now I would post Into the West; and the song that had me crying in the movie, the Pippin’s song.

A sad song. In the movie, the father(Steward of Gondor) did not even acknowledge that Faramir had done the best in the circumstances. Faramir is a character that I can feel with, trying his best to redeem himself in his father’s eyes, even tho he had done no wrong. But to no avail. Not even a kind word is said to the poor guy. Heartbroken, but courageous….a guy that is like a tempered sword. People will pound him, and he will change…to the better. And in the end, he will be above common humans. My kind of hero….



Annie Lennox - Into the West
Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You’ve come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping

[Chorus]
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home

And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass
Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time

Don't say: «We have come now to the end»
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping

[Chorus]
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West





Steward of Gondor by Billy Boyd
Home is behind
The world ahead.
And there are many paths to tread.
Through shadow,
To the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight

Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall...fade.

 

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