Robert Plant of Led Zeppelin
The Rain Song
This is the springtime of my loving – the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing – so little warmth I’ve felt before.
It isn’t hard to feel me glowing – I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles – flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me…
O’er the midnight moorlands crying,
Thro’ the cypress forests sighing,
In the night-wind madly flying,
Hellish forms with streaming hair;
In the barren branches creaking,
By the stagnant swamp-pools speaking,
Past the shore-cliffs ever shrieking;
Damn’d daemons of despair.
Once, I think I half remember,
Ere the grey skies of November
Quench’d my youth’s aspiring ember,
Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers
One of my favorite songs of all time. Very clever lyrics by Anthony Keidis and a beautiful John…
Montar la Tormenta
Storm in Venice
El siguiente es un poema que escribí en español.
The following is a poem I wrote in…
The Pass - Rush
A beautiful song by progressive rock giants Rush off their 1989 album Presto.