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Aria da capo
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So, I've been listening to this for hours on repeat. 

I feel that "I" am an unknowable entity spectating a bizarre space through an odd lens. What is this lens? I'm not sure. Through the most immediately salient component, I am told that I detect only the radiant energy that was not absorbed or perfectly transmitted on its path from its source. Instead of observing the photons to glean what they can tell me, I "see" 'stuff'. There appears to be a computer in front of me because the 'lens,' in this iteration, developed to only detect certain components of radiant energy and to use these to create a useful illusion that it fools me into believing. Useful. For what? To flex muscles in appropriate combinations to 'procure' that which the lens has defined as necessary with the carrot of pleasure and the whip of pain (enigmas in and of themselves). No. To generate a further set of hallucinations--- a few modulations of my pressure parameters and particle energies-- that leads me to believe that I have procured something of value.

"But surely you need the necessities, like food and water." The lens threatens with the whip of death. I don't know death, or that I indeed exist. Is death the one and only absolute-- the sole exception to the rule-- that can be perceived without contrast? If there is "no light without dark," what can cast a shadow on death? We know of it only indirectly, because sometimes there is 'not life.' I am taught to believe that I am an iteration of a several-billion-year-old pattern of energy movement, but I do not know what "energy" is. I know only what the lens tells me. The lens whispers to me that I will take for granted my physical faculties until I lose, say, pronation of my lateral left upper extremity. "Look at what torture simply not being able to do this brings." But what of those creatures that never had an extremity to pronate?

I don't want to be aware of all this. I just want to "live my life," whatever that means. The lens tells me that the phrase means "to exist for a time in a variety of tableaux created by me (the lens) but which you will attribute in part to external 'things', even though you know that the only 'things' you have access to are the illusions I create, until the illusions stop and 'you' are rearranged into some other lenses or not." Yes, the lens tells me that I am the lens. I'm "ideospectatory." How quaint.

It's awfully tiresome. I can't even write about or communicate it adequately because communication presumes that there is something to be said and something to say it with.



Brainy Narwhal

So, I've been listening to this for hours on repeat, and have begun to question the nature of perception and reality.

I feel that I am an unknowable entity spectating a bizarre space (reality) through an odd lens (POV) of which I cannot define. I am told that I detect (or see) only the radiant energy (light) [that was not absorbed nor perfectly transmitted] from its source (anything visible). Instead of procedurally observing the photons of light to glean what they can each individually tell me, I "see" stuff: the complete visual result of all these photons together. There appears to be a computer in front of me because the lens, in this iteration (said "iteration" is left undefined), can only detect certain wavelengths of light. The lens creates a useful and believable illusion. My lens (POV) is useful to generate a further set of hallucinations, such as the stimulation of my nerves, that leads me to believe that I have procured something of value. (do you find everything you perceive valuable?)

"But surely [reality cannot be an illusion if] you need the necessities, like food and water." The lens threatens with the whip of death. I don't know if death or even I exist. Is death the one and only absolute exception to the universal rule that everything is temporary? Can it be perceived without contrast? If there is "no light without dark," what can cast a shadow on death?

(In this next passage, the poster talks about how everything by extension is a "human concept," which I think is completely unnecessary to continue reiterating)
We can only see "death" from an external perspective. We can only know of it because sometimes there is 'not life.' I am taught to believe that I am an iteration (still doesn't make sense, unless you believe the Big Bang repeats) of a several-billion-year-old pattern of energy movement (the expansion of the universe), but I do not know what "energy" is. I know only what the lens (my POV, so by extension what my brain soaks up from other people) tells me. The lens whispers to me that I will take for granted my physical faculties until I lose, say, pronation of my lateral left upper extremity AKA DIE (I don't know enough anatomy to solve this). "Look at what torture simply not being able to do this brings/be thankful for life" (is this your own thought or is this an intuitive idea of what most people think?) But what of those creatures that never had an extremity to pronate? (hypothetical nonexistent things)

I don't want to be aware of all this. I just want to "live my life," whatever that means (humans, with their perception, define these words. You should be able to figure them out intuitively bro).

(In this next passage, the poster talks about how everything by extension is a "human concept," which I think is completely unnecessary to continue reiterating)
The lens tells me that the phrase means "to exist for a time in a variety of tableaux created by me (the lens) but which you will attribute in part to external 'things', even though you know that the only 'things' you have access to are the illusions I create, until the illusions stop and 'you' are rearranged into some other lenses or not." Yes, the lens tells me that I am the lens. I'm "ideospectatory." How quaint.

>IN OTHER WORDS, REALITY IS PERCEPTION. REALITY AND PERCEPTIONS ARE CONCEPTS, THE IDEA OF A CONCEPT IS IN ITSELF A CONCEPT. EVERYTHING IS A CONCEPT. THE CONCEPT OF EVERYTHING IS A CONCEPT, AND YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT A THING IS IN ITSELF. BTW, THE CONCEPT OF A "THING-IN-ITSELF" IS ALSO A CONCEPT

It's awfully tiresome. I can't even write about or communicate it adequately because communication presumes that there is something to be said and something to say it with. (luckily communication does not function on the basis of a thing-in-itself, but rather by human concepts, which is something that should be common sense)



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H. K. Lee

I always will love Glenn’s remarkable performance with his singing along. It makes his work more excellent!!

Juan David Reina

Nunca me cansare de escuchar repetidamente esta melancólica melodía, llena de una hermosura única y que mueve lo mas profundo de mi ser!

alain laffite

A la fin de l'enregistrement Glenn Gould s'attarde sur les deux dernières notes , semblant ne plus pouvoir détacher ses mains du clavier puis s'effondre terrassé par la sublime beauté de ce qu'il vient de produire , magique , inoubliable

noharu

His late cadences be playing with my emotions. Heard a section of this song from Gaspar Noe's Love off Netflix lol.

Patrick Vincent

Chaque fois que je l'écoute, j'ai les larmes aux yeux. C'est, bien au-delà de la technique, profondément près du coeur, la plus belle des interprétations. 💕

backtobach25932

Gorgeous what a legacy - the tears fall

thomas brunner

Yes - we (music students) were listening to this record in the early eighties and were so stunned that we had to hear it again and again - the legacy has remained the most moving recording of this late work of the inconceivable Bach to this day...

DHO Gwen

Le génie du piano. Totalement habité. Bach est sublimé.

Dany

Gould vino a este mundo para tocar a Bach...un genio al servicio de otro aún mayor....Gracias x haber existido.

Karsten Biastoch

Very nice, a dream of harmony and peace 🌺🎶...Bach

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