La Rossa Van der Graaf Generator
"La Rossa" by Van der Graaf Generator, released in 1975, is a #Rock song that explores themes of love, loss, and existential reflection. The lyrics convey a sense of longing and emotional depth, enriched by intricate musical arrangements and dynamic shifts. Its unique sound and complex structure have solidified its status in progressive rock culture.
[Intro]
Lacking sleep and food and vision
Here I am again, encamped upon your floor
Craving sanctuary and nourishment
Encouragement and sanctity and more
The streets seemed very crowded, I put on my bravest guise -
I know you know that I am acting, I can see it in your eyes
[Verse 1]
In the harsh light of freedom I know that I cannot deny
That I have wasted time, have frittered it away in idle boasts
Of my freedom and fidelity when simpler words
Would have profited me most
It isn't enough in the end, when I'm looking for hope
[Bridge]
Though the organ monkey screams
And the pipes begin to spit
Still he'll go through the dance routines
Just as long as he thinks that they'll fit
Just as long as he knows that it's dance, smile... or quit
[Verse 2]
Like the monkey I dance to a strange tune
When all of these years I've longed to lie with you
But I have bogged myself down in the web of talk
Quack philosophy and sophistry
At physicality I've always baulked
Like the man in the chair who believes it's beyond him to walk
I've been hiding behind words, fearing a deeper flame exists
Faintly aware of the passage of opportunities I have missed
Lacking sleep and food and vision
Here I am again, encamped upon your floor
Craving sanctuary and nourishment
Encouragement and sanctity and more
The streets seemed very crowded, I put on my bravest guise -
I know you know that I am acting, I can see it in your eyes
[Verse 1]
In the harsh light of freedom I know that I cannot deny
That I have wasted time, have frittered it away in idle boasts
Of my freedom and fidelity when simpler words
Would have profited me most
It isn't enough in the end, when I'm looking for hope
[Bridge]
Though the organ monkey screams
And the pipes begin to spit
Still he'll go through the dance routines
Just as long as he thinks that they'll fit
Just as long as he knows that it's dance, smile... or quit
[Verse 2]
Like the monkey I dance to a strange tune
When all of these years I've longed to lie with you
But I have bogged myself down in the web of talk
Quack philosophy and sophistry
At physicality I've always baulked
Like the man in the chair who believes it's beyond him to walk
I've been hiding behind words, fearing a deeper flame exists
Faintly aware of the passage of opportunities I have missed
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