
1976 song about Blanca Rodríguez (wife of Carlos Andrés Pérez) according to 4 Feb 1976 New York Times article http://www.nytimes.com/1976/02/04/archives/mrs-trudeau-replies-on-radio-to-critics-of-tour.html
Hurdy Gurdy Man (1967)
1976 song about Blanca Rodríguez (wife of Carlos Andrés Pérez) according to 4 Feb 1976 New York Times article http://www.nytimes.com/1976/02/04/archives/mrs-trudeau-replies-on-radio-to-critics-of-tour.html
“I don't sing my mother tongue
No, this is not a love song”
"Amerika"
Reise, Reise (2004)
Introducing "Who by Fire"
Warsaw concert (1985)
Context: I come from a country where we do not have the same struggles as you have. I respect your struggles. And it may surprise you, but I respect both sides of this struggle. It seems to be that in Europe there needs to be a left foot and a right foot to move forward. I wish that both feet move forward and the body moves towards its proper destiny. This is an intense country; the people are heroic, the spirit is independent. It is a difficult country to govern, it needs a strong government and a strong union. … I would like to say to you, to the leaders of the left, and the leaders of the right, I sing... I sing for everyone. My song has no flag, my song has no party. And I say the prayer, that we said in our synagogue, I say it for the leader of your union and the leader of your party. May the Lord put a spirit, a wisdom and understanding into the hearts of your leaders and into the hearts of all their counsellors.
[Post Staff, http://www.phnompenhpost.com/national/recollections-king-father, Recollections of the King Father, 3 February 2013, 29 June 2015, Phnom Penh Post]
“I sit in my tree
I sing like the birds
My beak is my pen
My songs are my poems.”
Source: My Name Is Mina
Part II.
Lalla Rookh http://www.columbia.edu/itc/mealac/pritchett/00generallinks/lallarookh/index.html (1817), Part I-III: The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan
"Clowns' Houses"
Clowns' Houses (1918)
Context: Tall windows show Infinity;
And, hard reality,
The candles weep and pry and dance
Like lives mocked at by Chance. The rooms are vast as Sleep within;
When once I ventured in,
Chill Silence, like a surging sea,
Slowly enveloped me.