Cesare Borgia (il_valentino) wrote in voicesinmyhead, @ 2008-01-02 18:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | cesare borgia, prompt #04 |
Prompt #04: What Song Best Describes You And Why?
What Song Best Describes You And Why?
So we had Desprez, and we had Isaac, but I think Father was secretly frothing that Juan del Encina was working for the Catholic Majesties. (Please... Catholic Majesties. May I say that epithet is entirely undeserved and a joke to boot?) As a converso, del Encina would have been better off in Rome, and it goes without saying that it would have benefitted his music, too, heavy and dreary as it is with the sheer melancholy of the Spanish Court. Ma, bene. At times he hit a nerve, touched a chord. I've always liked his
Todos los bienes del mundo.
The lyrics go like this:
All worldly goods and their memory, too
Are quick to pass,
Save only fame and glory.
Some are borne away by time,
Others by fortune and fate,
And at last of all comes death,
Who spares not one of us.
All are things of fortune
And of meagre memory,
Save only fame and glory.
Fame lives on secure
Although its owner dies;
All else that we possess are dreams
And but a certain grave.
The greatest fortune and the best
With their memory quickly fade,
Save only fame and glory.
Let us then secure good fame
That never shall be lost.
A tree is forever green
With its fruit upon the branch.
All good things that good are called
With their memory quickly pass,
All save fame and glory.
I thought he was right, Encina, and I thought... my virtù would endure. My house, my children would thrive. My plans would come to fruition, my honour restored by the Emperor himself. Recently it has been pointed out to me that "a better song by far," my opposite insisted, was
The Man Who Sold The World
which they no doubt believed a clever commentary on a temporary reversal of fortune and my squandering the Spanish votes in that... that ill-begotten conclave. What can I say. Perhaps they're right.
We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise. I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died a long, a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world.