Music filter bubble
Sometimes I think I am becoming a very grumpy old man. My dear wife reminds me that I have — ALWAYS — been a grumpy old man. Even when I was young.
But, I think in my grumpiness, there is without a doubt a kernel of truth that the music that today gets consumed by the majority of young people is absolute shit! Hit-factory repackaged turds that all sound the same, made by the same people … But it isn’t because there is no good music being made today… It is just that the velocity and the reliance on the mighty algorithms that suggest “fresh” music on the popular music streaming services suffer from the same illness that keep suggesting hate content and fake news to us on Facebook and Twitter.
So … I will be doing my bit to try and make some great music breakthrough the filter bubble of the algorithms.
This is a song called “Sangue do meu Sangue” by Salvador Sobral (Blood of my Blood)
The music is great and the videoclip, I think, was really inspired.
Also, it is increasingly rare to find songs where the lyrics can stand on their own as poetry. Salvador does so in such a way that even the translations can be poetic embracing tough subjects… like in this case — male infertility
Enjoy some respite, an interlude of an oasis in the desert of the current music industry.
“Blood of my Blood”
In the silence of this living room, lies my secret
I give in to the temptation, of holding on to it one more moment
Because while it remains a secret, it’s as if it didn’t exist (as if it didn’t exist…)
Although the guilt insists and persists, as does the will to keep it that way
By your side, I meditate on the best way to tell you
That the fruits of our love can never be harvested
But it isn’t right… it couldn't happen…
to die of thirst in sight of water
Sad and strange sensation
A man without function,
without continuation
Blood of my blood
I will not judge you, dear
If at dawn, your heart shrinks
looking at me
You will leave, searching for life
Destroyed, I will smile
As we say goodbye
Destroyed…Destroyed,
I will smile
Original Portuguese Lyrics:
“Sangue do meu sangue”
O silêncio desta sala está o meu segredo
Cedo à tentação, de o guardar mais um momento
Porque enquanto o segredo fica, é como que se não fosse (como se não fosse)
Embora a culpa insista persiste a força é de o guardar
A teu lado medito, na melhor forma de dizer
Que os frutos do nosso amor não se podem colher
Mas não está certo, não podia acontecer.
Estávamos tão perto…chegar à praia pra morrer!
Triste e estranha sensação
Um homem sem função …
Sem continuação
Sangue do meu sangue
Não te julgarei querida,
se o teu coração, ao amanhecer
se encolher ao me ver…
Vais partir em busca da vida
Destruído, sorrirei…
Na hora da despedida…
Destruído… Destruído…
Sorrirei
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