Lo-fi EP 'Island in the Moon'; música de Otacílio Melgaço | letra de J. Keats

Otacílio Melgaço - composição, arranjo, voz, instrumentos, efeitos

{participação especial - Zycluz Quartett}

[A freakout|track Hymn to Apollo = Suite Punkelektra + Récita d'Os Arlequins' de Machado de Assis (bootleg em lendário e extinto privé-pub
M. e. l. g - A. c. e. u. s > BeloHorizonte|MinasGerais|BR)]

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l i s t e n-w i t h-h e a d-or-e a r p h o n e s

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God of the golden bow,
And of the golden lyre,
And of the golden hair,
And of the golden fire,
Charioteer
Of the patient year,
Where---where slept thine ire,
When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath,
Thy laurel, thy glory,
The light of thy story,
Or was I a worm---too low crawling for death?
O Delphic Apollo!
The Thunderer grasp'd and grasp'd,
The Thunderer frown'd and frown'd;
The eagle's feathery mane
For wrath became stiffen'd---the sound
Of breeding thunder
Went drowsily under,
Muttering to be unbound.
O why didst thou pity, and beg for a worm?
Why touch thy soft lute
Till the thunder was mute,
Why was I not crush'd---such a pitiful germ?
O Delphic Apollo!
The Pleiades were up,
Watching the silent air;
The seeds and roots in Earth
Were swelling for summer fare;
The Ocean, its neighbour,
Was at his old labour,
When, who---who did dare
To tie, like a madman, thy plant round his brow,
And grin and look proudly,
And blaspheme so loudly,
And live for that honour, to stoop to thee now?
O Delphic Apollo!

Musa, depõe a lira!
Cantos de amor, cantos de glória esquece!
Novo assunto aparece
Que o gênio move e a indignação inspira.
Esta esfera é mais vasta,
E vence a letra nova a letra antiga!
Musa, toma a vergasta,
E os arlequins fustiga!