2011/10/7
A Man Of Great Promise Music/PW
A Man Of Great Promise / Style Council
Steve Jobsが死んで、古い友人を亡くしたような気持ちを味わっているのは私だけではないけど、Jobsが膵臓の病気と長い年数闘ってきて、彼の勝利をずっと祈り続けてきただけに、敗北感というか喪失感というか、うまく説明できないけど自分でも思っていた以上にショックだった。
友人の死を新聞記事で知ったという内容のこの曲は、ソロになったPaul Wellerがライブでセルフカバーしてるベースが際立つアコースティックの方（下）がもともと大好きだけど、今だけは、教会の鐘が鳴り響くスタイル・カウンシル時代のオリジナル曲（上）を繰り返し聴きたくなる。
A Man Of Great Promise / Paul Weller
Lyrics
I bought the paper yesterday and I saw the obituary
And I read of how you died in pain -
Well I just couldn't understand it
If I could of changed that, then Lord knows I'd do it now
But there is no going back -
And what's done is done forever
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt -
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt
And I think of what you might have been,
a man of such great promise
Oh but, you seem to forget the dream -
And the more you saw you hated
But let's not talk of blame, for what is only natural
Like a moth going to a flame -
You had a dangerous passion
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt -
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt
All the things that you might have been - but who am I to say?
Still I wonder -
If it's the cold earth you prefer to lay -
If it's the cold earth - you prefer to stay
Steve Jobsが死んで、古い友人を亡くしたような気持ちを味わっているのは私だけではないけど、Jobsが膵臓の病気と長い年数闘ってきて、彼の勝利をずっと祈り続けてきただけに、敗北感というか喪失感というか、うまく説明できないけど自分でも思っていた以上にショックだった。
友人の死を新聞記事で知ったという内容のこの曲は、ソロになったPaul Wellerがライブでセルフカバーしてるベースが際立つアコースティックの方（下）がもともと大好きだけど、今だけは、教会の鐘が鳴り響くスタイル・カウンシル時代のオリジナル曲（上）を繰り返し聴きたくなる。
A Man Of Great Promise / Paul Weller
Lyrics
I bought the paper yesterday and I saw the obituary
And I read of how you died in pain -
Well I just couldn't understand it
If I could of changed that, then Lord knows I'd do it now
But there is no going back -
And what's done is done forever
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt -
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt
And I think of what you might have been,
a man of such great promise
Oh but, you seem to forget the dream -
And the more you saw you hated
But let's not talk of blame, for what is only natural
Like a moth going to a flame -
You had a dangerous passion
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt -
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt
All the things that you might have been - but who am I to say?
Still I wonder -
If it's the cold earth you prefer to lay -
If it's the cold earth - you prefer to stay
