Forse vi starete chiedendo chi è questo Oren Lavie. Beh, non lo sapevo neanche io. Ma non voglio parlare di lui quanto della sua canzone, quindi fate come me: se vi interessa cercatevelo su google.
Sonorità jazz, archi e una voce avvolgente. “Her morning elegance” è una di quelle canzoni che non riesco a smettere di ascoltare e di vedere. Vedere perché secondo me questa canzone è inscindibile dal suo video: un piccolo capolavoro di 2096 foto in sequenza, affiancate per dipingere con calze e cuscini su un materasso. Non a caso nel 2009 ha ricevuto una nomination ai “Grammy Awards” nella categoria “Best Short Form Music Video”.
Il testo, poetico e onirico come il video, racconta per immagini la mattinata di una ragazza: si sveglia, scende le scale, fa colazione, mette il cappotto ed esce, prende il treno, compra il pane. Cosa le passi per la testa o dove vada… Nobody knows.
Un ultima curiosità: tutte le 2096 foto sono state stampate e sono acquistabili sul sito hmegallery.com. Ne esiste una sola copia per ciascun fotogramma.
Her Morning Elegance
Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in it’s case
Soon she’s down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes…
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes…
Nobody knows
And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes…
Nobody knows