Victim of Changes - Judas Priest

Victim of Changes

The Eagle has landed, live at Wacken

The Eagle

Am ascultat-o la Radio Luxemburg:

Da Erwin, pe unda medie, Radio Luxemburg.
Si eu la fel.
Seara, sub perna
Acolo am auzit pentru prima oara ABBA cu SOS

SOS

From The Sad Wings of Destiny:

Dreamer Deceiver - Judas Priest

Does it really happen? -YES

Ted Nugent - Stranglehold

Saga - On the loose

sory, double posting

Pump up the jam

Alice Cooper

School's out

Carlos Smântâna:

Marie Marie

Journey:

Separate Ways

New Orleans... cred ca au fost The Animals

The House of rising sun

Uuuh, what a lucky man... he was...


Emerson, Lake and Palmer - Lucky One

Tipa asta parca seamana cu mine. Daca aveti impresia ca e frumoasa, sa stiti ca nu la asta m-am referit.

Ma gandeam la o mica organizare aici...Multe din piesele puse deja, au fost propuse si de altii ulterior..

Am crezut ca e de rau...dar apoi mi-am amintit de emisiunea Metronom a lui Cornel Chiriac...
Cel, de la a carui moarte tragica, s-au implinit luni 05.03.2012 exact, fix 37 de ani (Pentru mine: 37 e o cifra care ma urmareste in multe)

La Metronom ascultam ades (si in nestire), piese reluate si reluate si reluate ...
Asa ca e OK sa le punem si noi aici ori de cate ori simtim ca ne-au impresionat in mod deosebit..chiar daca au mai fost zise inainte...

Varianta Lucky Man de concert e saraca...lipseste partea de final ce da un alt sens intregului ansamblu..

Dar pentru ca e o seara de vineri si pentru ca e vorba de e.l.& p. ...
...iaca o lectie de moralitate venita din directia opusa

Gestul ofensator al scosului limbii (pentru care multi dintre noi am primit pedepse prea aspre si mult disproportionate in copilarie...unii si mai tarziu) explicat.

Suita "tablouri dintro expozitie".

In "emerson, lake & palmer" sunt doi muzicieni profesionisti (conservator, alea, alea) si un outsider: Carl Palmer..tobosarul.
De la el toti se asteapta la ce poate fi mai rau...Insa in debutul piesei, nu numai ca pastreaza ritmul dar reuseste sa intre in contratimpi care il scot pe margine pe intransigentul keith enmerson (super clapar, laureat al festivallui George Enescu..intre multe altele, mai inainte de a aborda rockul simfonic)

Niciodata o limba scoasa nu a fost mai oportuna, mai putin vinovata si mai bine primita...doar aveti rabdarea de a asculta pana prin minutul 2.44 al piesei..

Deci mai am voie sa pun aici piese?
Ca eu asez asa, cum imi vine, de ex



The Dude, sa stii ca am gasit muzici misto pe aici (zic eu, o profana ) , asadar ...cine le mai numara?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care ?

You can call me the sheik of tomorrow
sleeping on the burning sand
You can call me the king of the cowboys
cause everybody shakes my hand
You can call me the soft shoe banana
You can peel away my skin
You can call me The Last of The Teenage Idols

You can hang me in the morning
Sell my ball and chain
You can sink me in the ocean
and I'll swim back home again
You can make love to my secretary
You can steal my money too
You can call me the last of the big time spenders..aahh

Eu cred ca niste Cohen merge struna acum

Then Cohen will be...


Suzanne takes you down to
her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body
with your mind.

Now the flames they followed joan of arc
As she came riding through the dark;
No moon to keep her armour bright,
No man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, I’m tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
A wedding dress or something white
To wear upon my swollen appetite.

Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way,
You know I’ve watched you riding every day
And something in me yearns to win
Such a cold and lonesome heroine.
And who are you? she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke.
Why, I’m fire, he replied,
And I love your solitude, I love your pride.

Then fire, make your body cold,
I’m going to give you mine to hold,
Saying this she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of joan of arc,
And high above the wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of joan of arc,
And then she clearly understood
If he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?

Jacques Brel : Les Bourgeois

Le coeur bien au chaud
Les yeux dans la bière
Chez la grosse Adrienne de Montalant
Avec l'ami Jojo
Et avec l'ami Pierre
On allait boire nos vingt ans
Jojo se prenait pour Voltaire
Et Pierre pour Casanova
Et moi, moi qui étais le plus fier
Moi, moi je me prenais pour moi
Et quand vers minuit passaient les notaires
Qui sortaient de l'hôtel des "Trois Faisans"
On leur montrait notre cul et nos bonnes manières
En leur chantant:

Les bourgeois c'est comme les cochons
Plus ça devient vieux plus ça devient bête
Les bourgeois c'est comme les cochons
Plus ça devient vieux plus ça devient c...

Le coeur bien au chaud
Les yeux dans la bière
Chez la grosse Adrienne de Montalant
Avec l'ami Jojo
Et avec l'ami Pierre
On allait brûler nos vingt ans
Voltaire dansait comme un vicaire
Et Casanova n'osait pas
Et moi, moi qui restait le plus fier
Moi j'étais presque aussi saoul que moi
Et quand vers minuit passaient les notaires
Qui sortaient de l'hôtel des "Trois Faisans"
On leur montrait notre cul et nos bonnes manières
En leur chantant:

Ma duc de râpa

She comes in colors everywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

She comes in colors everywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

Have you seen her dressed in blue
See the sky in front of you
And her face is like a sail
Speck of white so fair and pale
Have you seen the lady fairer

She comes in colors everywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

I Want To Break Free
(vreau sa ma sparg liber...in traducerea irinei-largareta-nistor)

Din somnul orb de noapte-ntunecoasă
De unde-au stat departe de frumos
Se reîntorc livezile acasă
În rochii înflorite până jos
E primăvară, iarăşi primăvară!
Pe fiecare margini de făgaş
Îşi scot strămoşii degetele – afară,
De ghiocei, de crini, de toporaşi…

Se simte iarăşi mirosul câmpiei
Din nou aruncă soarele pojar
La cântecul înalt al ciocârliei
Ies roadele cu capetele-afar

Aruncă ziua peste tot cu vrăbii
În codri cucii iară-au năvălit
Se bat cu gâtul păsările-n săbii
Şi glasurile-şi dau la ascuţit

Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied

Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
If I make you feel second best
Girl, I'm sorry I was blind

Reach the stars
fly a fantasy
Dream a dream and what you see will be.

Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds
And there upon the rainbow is the answer
To a never ending story
story.
Show your fear
for she may fade away
In your hands the birth of a new day.

Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds . ..
Never ending story
never ending story
never ending story . . .

Come closer
honey
that's better

Got to get a brand new experience feeling right.
Oh
don't try to stop
baby
hold me tight.
Outside a new day is dawning

Outside surburbias sprawling everywhere.
I don't want to go
baby

New York to east California
There's a newwave coming
I warn you.

We're the kids in America
. . .

We're the kids
we're the kids

We're the kids in America . . .

Baby, there's an enormous crowd of people
And they're all after my blood
I wish maybe they'd tear down the walls of this theater
And let me out...let me out
Oh, I've been so blind, yeah
I've wasted time, wasted, wasted oh so much time
Walking on the wire, high wire, yeah
But I must let the show go on

I've been so blind, oh yes, I've been so blind
Wasted my time, wasted so much time
Walking on the wire, high wire, yeah
But I must let the show go on

Bob Dylan

i can sense it
something important
is about to happen
it's coming up

it takes courage to enjoy it
the hardcore and the gentle
big time sensuality

we just met
and i know i'm a bit too intimate
but something huge is coming up
and we're both included

it takes courage to enjoy it
the hardcore and the gentle
big time sensuality

i don't know my future after this weekend
and i don't want to

it takes courage to enjoy it
the hardcore and the gentle
big time sensuality

Jimmy Page 1957

si niste ani buni dupa...

Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between.

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see

Much confusion
disillusion
All around me.

Mircea Florian...Podul de Piatra

Got no reason for coming to me in the rain, running down
There's no reason
And the same voice coming to me like it's all slowing down
And believe me

I was the one that let you know
I was your sorry ever after 74/75

It's not easy, nothing to say cos it's already said
It's never easy
When I look on your eyes then I find that I'll do fine
When I look on your eyes then I'll do better

I was the one that let you know
I was your sorry ever after 74/75
Given me more and I'll do fine
Cos you're really only after 74/75

Got no reason for coming to me in the rain, running down
There's no reason

The green day...intr-un zbor deasupra unui cuib de cuci...

I sit beside the dark
Beneath the mire
Cold grey dusty day
The morning lake
Drinksup the sky

Katmandu I´ll soon by seeing you
And your strange bewildering time
Will hold me down

Chop me some Broken wood
We'll start a fire
White warm light the dawn

And help me see
Old satan´s tree

Katmandu I´ll soon be touching you
And your strange bewildering time
Will hold me down

Pass me my hat and coat
Lock up the cabin
Slow night treat me right
until I go
Be nice to know

Katmandu I soon be seeing you......

Si iata iubirea desculta prin ploi
Te cheama razand sa privesti inapoi.
Nici nu stii in ce lunga robie
O pornesti cand usor te imbie
Sa treci pragul acum coliviei in doi.

5. Visand sa fii liber o singura zi,
De-acum ai albit tot schimband colivii
Si din viata aceasta intr-o seara
Te trezesti dat pe usa afara
Ca un inger bolnav parasit de cei vii.

Ce te zbati tu fratioare
Crangul e departe tare
Si pe colivia mica
Sade colivia mare
Nu e chip de evadare.

Watcher of the skies watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own
He whom life can no longer surprise
Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown

Creatures shaped this planet's soil
Now their reign has come to an end
Has life again destroyed life
Do they play elsewhere, do they know
More than their childhood games?
Maybe the lizard's shed its tail
This is the end of man's long union with Earth

Judge not this race by empty remains
Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead?

For now the lizard's shed its tail
This is the end of man's long union with Earth

The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.

Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.

He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.

Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.

In a tree by the brook,
There's a songbird that sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

But I think you can see that.

And it makes me wonder, she does...

Oh, hooo, ohh...yes sir.

There's a feeling I get,
When I look to the west.
And my spirit is crying for leaving.

In my thoughts I have seen,
Rings of smoke through the trees.
And the voices of those who stand looking.

Ah hah, ah hah!
Ah hah, ah hah aaaaaaaaaaaah! Whoa, whoa, whoa...

And it's whispered that soon,
If we all call the tune,
That the piper will lead us to reason.

And a new day will dawn,
For those who stand long,
And the forests will echo with laughter!

Does anybody remember laughter?