Sonnet

Sonnet
Para el sencillo homónimo, véase Sonnet (single).
«Sonnet»
Canción de The Verve
álbum Urban hymns
Publicación junio de 1997
Género Britpop
Duración 4:21
Discográfica Hut Records
Escritor(es) Richard Ashcroft
Productor(es) The Verve
Canciones de Urban hymns
«Bitter sweet symphony»
(1)
«Sonnet»
(2)
«The rolling people»
(3)

Sonnet es una canción del grupo inglés The Verve.

Apareció en primera instancia en el álbum Urban hymns en septiembre de 1997, y luego en el sencillo Sonnet en marzo de 1998.

La canción consiste en una base de guitarras acústicas y eléctricas con un fondo de cuerdas, principalmente violines. Como particularidad se destaca que la canción utiliza solo cinco acordes.

Un fallo muy común que se encuentra en las traducciones al español de esta canción, es cuando se traduce la expresión, "Don't sound like no sonnet". En esa frase Ashcroft está usando una expresión coloquial, que viene a significar que él no es muy poético (él no suena como un soneto).

Video

El video musical consiste de repetidos acercamientos de cámara a Richard Ashcroft (vocalista/guitarra rítmica) sentado en una silla, con fondos que van cambiando.

Al final del mismo acaban apareciendo los restantes miembros de la banda: Nick McCabe (guitarra líder), Simon Jones (bajo), Simon Tong (guitarra/teclados) y Peter Salisbury (batería).


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  • SONNET — SONNE Poème à forme fixe de quatorze vers répartis en quatre strophes, le sonnet tient dans la littérature européenne, et notamment française, une place extrêmement importante. On sait qu’«un sonnet sans défaut vaut seul un long poème» (Boileau) …   Encyclopédie Universelle

  • Sonnet 18 — sonnet|18 Shall I compare thee to a summer s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his… …   Wikipedia

  • Sonnet 55 — Sonnet|55 Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear d with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils… …   Wikipedia

  • Sonnet 1 — sonnet|1 From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed st thy light st… …   Wikipedia

  • Sonnet 30 — Sonnet|30 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time s waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious… …   Wikipedia

  • Sonnet 63 — Sonnet|63 Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time s injurious hand crush d and o er worn; When hours have drain d his blood and fill d his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn Hath travell d on to age s steepy night, And… …   Wikipedia

  • Sonnet 2 — sonnet|2 When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty s field, Thy youth s proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter d weed, of small worth held: Then being ask d where all thy beauty lies, Where all the… …   Wikipedia

  • Sonnet 29 — Sonnet|29 When, in disgrace with fortune and men s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like… …   Wikipedia

  • Sonnet 13 — Sonnet|13 O! that you were your self; but, love, you are No longer yours, than you your self here live: Against this coming end you should prepare, And your sweet semblance to some other give: So should that beauty which you hold in lease Find no …   Wikipedia

  • Sonnet 3 — Sonnet|3 Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose unear d womb… …   Wikipedia

  • Sonnet 60 — Sonnet|60 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity,… …   Wikipedia

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