Schegge dal Passato

Cercando su Internet ho saputo che i Kayak, dopo essersi sciolti del 1981, si sono ricostituiti nel 1999 e forse suonano ancora insieme.
Ai tempi li avevo conosciuti perchè un mio caro amico mi aveva registrato alcuni loro pezzi su di una musicassetta ( che ho ancora ! ) .
Ho fatto fatica a trovare dei loro pezzi su youtube , ma alla fine ce l'ho fatta e ve li propongo.
Io le chiamo "schegge dal passato" : gruppi o cantanti che hanno avuto il loro breve successo e poi sono spariti , ma che rimangono sempre in qualche angolino della nostra memoria e del nostro cuore .

 If This Is Your Welcome

How I’ve missed being loved, being watched
And to love in exchange
Now I’ve come to be loved and to see
What is left of my fame

I’ve been dying to see you again
But if this is your welcome if this is your way of saying hello...

Where’s the magic that once filled my song
Even sang out of tune
Has nobody been waiting for me
Does a love die that soon?

I’ve been dying to see you again
But if this is your welcome if this is your way of saying hello...

Long ago I held the key to your hearts and broke them all
I had the energy, time was on my side
Could I foresee I’d need you so?

Relics From A Distant Age

Relics from a distant age
Rainbows at night
Tears uncried

Carefully leaving their places
Perfectly wiping all traces
Twilight brings and breaks the spell, yet
Gently, unexpectedly, it’s there
Your eyes may not be aware
Then..., too late, the yielding dawn
Morning will come

Eyes that never see the day
Never knew light
Wake at night

Memories, visions, illusions
Feeding all hearts in confusion
Winds of woe embrace the lonely
Even though their words silently flee
Where do they hide? Don’t ask me...
Slipping through the gates of day
The night’s giving way

Solitarily
Dew withholds the mystery
Keeping still
But once it will
Tell the tale of the eyes we never see

Relics from a distant age
Rainbows at night
Tears uncried

Carefully leaving their places
Perfectly wiping all traces
Twilight brings and breaks the spell, yet
Gently, unexpectedly, it’s there
Your eyes may not be aware
Touching light, they’ll disappear
Morning is here