In a recent attempt to list my personal favourites and contenders for the best songs in the world I easily reached 200. And that's from top of my mind... It can get to thousands in a blink of an eye, and the problem is that there is no easy way to sort out the best ones.
So, I will leave to the spur of the moment, knowing that the "spur" is deeply anchored on memories and experience of listening to the songs over and over again.
Just a quick reminder of what a song is: it has vocals and lyrics in it...
Starting with one of the most amazing:
King Crimson - The Nightwatch
An Hymn to the Dutch Masters...And I am not talking about football...
Live version in French TV
This is not an easy one - say, it's not Mariah Carey...
It is delicate,literate, and mysterious - what else to enjoy in a song?
The Night Watch - King Crimson
Shine, shine, the light of good works shine
The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime
That golden light all grimy now
Three hundred years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His creditors and councilors
In armor bright, the merchant men
Official moments of the guild
In poses keen from bygone days
The city fathers frozen there
Upon the canvas dark with age
The smell of paint, a flask of wine
And turn those faces all to me
The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft
And Dutch respectability
They make their entrance one by one
Defenders of that way of life
The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie
Guitar lessons for the wife
So many years we suffered here
Our country racked with Spanish wars
Now comes a chance to find ourselves
And quiet reigns behind our doors
We think about posterity again
And so the pride of little men
The burghers good and true
Still living through the painter's hand
Request you all to understand
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