Jethro Tull - Songs from the Wood (1977) Full Album

Sinead O'Connor - Oro Se do Bheatha Bhaile

My Dashing Darling (Mo Ghile Mear) - The Highland Sessions

Spontaneous Combustion-Brainstorm(1972)

Zaharas-Stairway to heaven/Livin ain't easy(1974)

Triumph - It's Over

Axis - Waiting a long time (Grecia, 1973)

Electric Food - Whole Lotta Love (1970)

Triumph - Fight the Good Fight.

Triumph Never Surreneder Extended Version

T-Rex - I Love To Boogie (HQ) |TOTP 17-06-1976|

David Gilmour Live In Gdansk Full Version

https://ok.ru/video/250299419157

BTO - Not Fragile

Warren Haynes - One

Motorhead - Overkill (live) Full HD

Bathory - Hammerheart

James Blunt Parody - She Was Beautiful...I Swear (by Kevin Sage)

Marulk - Potemkin

Orange Goblin - Time Travelling Blues

Landberk - I Nattens Timma

Lynyrd Skynyrd - I need you

GREAT ZEPPELIN

Orange Goblin - Freelance Fiend (Leaf Hound Cover)

Rainbow - Stargazer (long studio version)

High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water
Nine years worth of breakin' my back
There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard
See how he glides, why he's lighter than air?
Oh I see his face!

Where is your star?
Is it far, is it far, is it far?
When do we leave?
I believe, yes, I believe

In the heat and the rain
With whips and chains
To see him fly
So many die
We build a tower of stone
With our flesh and bone
Just to see him fly
But don't know why
Now where do we go?

Hot wind, moving fast across the desert
We feel that our time has arrived
The world spins, while we put his dream together
A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky
Oh I see his face!

Where is your star?
Is it far, is it far, is it far?
When do we leave?
Hey, I believe, I believe

In the heat and the rain
With whips and chains
Just to see him fly
Too many die
We build a tower of stone
With our flesh and bone
To see him fly
But we don't know why
Ooh, now where do we go

All eyes see the figure of the wizard
As he climbs to the top of the world
No sound, as he falls instead of rising
Time standing still, then there's blood on the sand
Oh I see his face!

Where was your star?
Was it far, was it far
When did we leave?
We believed, we believed, we believed

In heat and rain
With the whips and chains
To see him fly
So many died
We built a tower of stone
With our flesh and bone
To see him fly

But why
In all the rain
With all the chains
Did so many die
Just to see him fly

Look at my flesh and bone
Now, look, look, look, look,
Look at his tower of stone
I see a rainbow rising
Look there, on the horizon
And I'm coming home, I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Time is standing still
He gave back my will
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Going home
I'm going home

My eyes are bleeding
And my heart is leaving here
But it's not home
But it's not home
Ooh

Take me back
He gave me back my will
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Going home
I'm going home

My eyes are bleeding
And my heart is leaving here
But it's not home
But it's not home
Ooh

Take me back, take me back
Back to my home ooh, ooh, ooh

Alma perdida, mídia entretida

Neste artigo, Janer Cristaldo critica o apreço dado à Amy Winehouse pela nossa mídia, inclusive com mais destaque do que o saldo trágico do terrorismo norueguês neste fim de semana. Com exceção da necessária vinculação ao rock para se drogar (que não se trata do estilo musical da Winehouse, diga-se de passagem), o artigo do Janer é irretocável. Ele peca no que ignora, estilos musicais etc., mas sua crítica a este fuxico todo está certa. Falta do que falar ou como falar, nosso jornalismo está extremamente diluído em firulas sem grande significado.

Como fã de grandes grupos como Rush, eu ficaria envergonhado se a morte do baterista/letrista Neil Peart rendesse mais nos nossos jornais do que alguma tragédia terrorista. Veja, eu ficaria com vergonha justamente por pertencer a um grupo que faz alguma espécie de culto à personalidade, o que evidentemente acho deplorável.

Não vou colocar uma foto da moça aqui, mas sim de um dos melhores músicos que já passou pela biosfera terrestre: Neil Peart e uma de suas letras, que muito a propósito, diz algo a respeito da idéia da perda, perda de si próprio.

...

The dancer slows her frantic pace
In pain and desperation,
Her aching limbs and downcast face
Aglow with perspiration

Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire,
With just the briefest pause ---
The flooding through her memory,
The echoes of old applause.

She limps across the floor
And closes her bedroom door...

The writer stares with glassy eyes ---
Defies the empty page
His beard is white, his face is lined
And streaked with tears of rage.

Thirty years ago, how the words would flow
With passion and precision,
But now his mind is dark and dulled
By sickness and indecision.

And he stares out the kitchen door
Where the sun will rise no more...

Some are born to move the world ---
To live their fantasies
But most of us just dream about
The things we'd like to be

Sadder still to watch it die
Than never to have known it
For you -- the blind who once could see ---
The bell tolls for thee... 

 

 

Words by Neil Peart, Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson

RUSH - Signals - Losing it

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Rush - Anthem 1975

Know your place in life is where you want to be
Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me
Keep on looking forward, no use in looking 'round
Hold your head above the crowd and they won't bring you down

Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We marvel after those who sought
The wonders of the world, wonders of the world
Wonders of the world they wrought

Live for yourself
There's no one else more worth living for
Begging hands and bleeding hearts
Will only cry out for more

Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We marvel after those who sought
The wonders of the world, wonders of the world
Wonders of the world they wrought

Well, I know they've always told you
Selfishness was wrong
Yet it was for me, not you
I came to write this song

Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We marvel after those who sought
The wonders of the world, wonders of the world

Wonders of the world they wrought, wrought, wrought

The Third Power - Lost in a Daydream (1970)

Buffalo - Rolling

Esta é minha banda australiana preferida.

nosferatu - found my home

godzilla by blue oyster cult NY 1980

With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down

Helpless people on a subway train
Scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them

He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town

Oh no, they say he's got to go go go Godzilla
Oh no, there goes Tokyo go go Godzilla

History shows again and again
How nature points up the folly of men