Ataegina

Que dizer, ando nostálgico, deixo-vos a faixa bónus de um dos álbums mais marcantes da música portuguesa

Moonspell – Ataegina (Wolfheart – 1995)

Na Ara da Vida jaz uma morte
A ti te lanco a minha sorte
Ataegenia triade fatal
Palida Deusa, doce e teu mal

Centenas de corvos sobre a rochedo
Cantam em coro historias de Medo
De Primaveras que a morte abraca
Em ti encontram a sua desgraca

Devotio Ver Sacrum
Devotio Consecratio
Capitis Dirae
Rainha da Noite, Rainha Natura
Saudoso berco primaveril

Ja se choram filhos perdidos
Para terras amargas sem retorno
Onde a voz dos Deuses Perdidos
Bebe o povo o sangue do corno

Corcas alvas trazen esperanca
Lembram destinos, a vitoria
Nobre Guerra, furiosa danca
Do po sai um rumor de gloria

Devotio Ver Sacrum
Devotio Consecratio
Capitis Dirae
Rainha da Noite, Rainha Natura
Saudoso berco primaveril

The Light At The End Of The World

Desculpem-me por ser My Dying Bride

esta música é simplesmente um épico e como no booklet original a letra é algo confusa deixo-vos uma espécie de karaoke

Acapa do álbum é uma das melhores de sempre…

S.O.S

Aparentemente estou imparável

Deixo aqui mais uma grande música

Quando uma grande voz se junta aos extraordinários Apocalyptica

Apocalyptica – S.O.S (Anything But Love) (Worlds Collide – 2007)

[feat. Cristina Scabbia & Mats Leven]

Bound to your side and trapped in silence
Just a possession
Is the sex or only violence
That feeds your obsession

You send me to a broken state
Where I can take the pain
Just long enough
That I am numb
That I just disappear

So go on and fight me
Go on and scare me to death
Tell me I asked for it
Tell me I’ll never forget
You could give me anything but love
Anything but love

Does it feel good tonight
Hurt me with nothing
Some sort of sick satisfaction
You Get from mind fucking

Oh stripped down to my naked core
The darkest corners of my mind are yours
That’s where you live
That’s where you breathe

So go on and fight me
Go on and scare me to death
Dare me to leave you
Tell me I’d never forget
You could give me anything but love
Anything but love

Without any faith
Without any light
Condemn me to live
Condemn me to lie
Inside I am dead

So go on and fight me
Go on and scare me to death
I’ll be the victim
You’ll be the voice in my head
You could give me anything but love
Anything but love
Anything but love
Anything but love
Anything but love
Anything but love

Porcupine Tree

O concerto foi magnífico, o Steven Wilson é magnífico e esta música é magnífica!

Não consigo fazer stop nisto!!

Here is my car, my phone and my TV
I’ve got it all but you can see through me

But am I here? It’s kind of hard to tell
I do a good impression of myself
But what’s normal now anyhow?

Sullen and bored the kids stay
And in this way they wish away each day
Stoned in the mall the kids play
And in this way they wish away each day

Prescription drugs they help me through the day
And that restraining order keeps me well at bay
But what’s normal now anyway?

Sullen and bored the kids stay
And in this way they wish away each day
Stoned in the mall the kids play
And in this way they wish away each day

Wish I was old and a little sentimental
You gotta see the waves,
not the wine bottle.

While Your Lips Are Still Red

Voltei mais emocional que nunca

Tonight my memory dwells with you…

Aqui fica esta excelente música dos Nightwish

Nightwish – While Your Lips Are Still Red (Amaranth single – 2007)

Sweet little words made for silence
Not talk
Young heart for love
Not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to veil the sight of a cold world

Kiss while your lips are still red
While he`s still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand`s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they`re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

First day of love never comes back
A passionate hour`s never a wasted one
The violin, the poet`s hand,
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care

Kiss while your lips are still red
While he`s still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand`s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they`re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

Antimatter

É um facto e não me importo nada de o repetir vezes sem conta: a voz deste senhor é extraordinária!

Depois de ter tido o privilégio de o ouvir ao vivo e de falar com ele, apenas fiquei mais rendida do que já estava ao talento imenso de Mick Moss.

Esta é uma música que tem andado na minha cabeça há dias! E é apenas…soberba.

Stony and grey is the whore
And long are the days in the morgue
Where God is a wall
Where God is a wall to look upon

Legions and hordes
The seas have been torn
And buildings remain where they fall
And I solemnly walk
Through legions and hordes
A dark mass of infidel

Long is the howl at the end
A cry from the tail echoing
And fools reverberate
And fools reverberate and carry on…

What have they done to themselves?
Look what they’ve done to themselves.

If you don’t learn to leave this thing alone
You’ll never get to see the sun again
You won’t come out on top
The seed is sown

Antimatter, Legions, Planetary Confinement

My Wine In Silence

My dreadful hours, can you awake me from this nightmare? Can you save me when everyone gave up?

My Dying Bride – My Wine In Silence (Songs Of Darkness, Words Of Light – 2004)

Where are you now my love?
My sweet one.
Where have you gone oh my love?
I’m so alone.I only think of you.
And it drives me down.
I only dream of you.

Come here
My lover
I’ll keep you
I will change you
Come here
My slave
You will live
Forever
Screaming
Crying
My lover
With you
I’m gone
At last

I’ll come to you. Take my hand.
Hold me again. Please take my hand

Who are you?!
What were you?!
My beauty
I can’t tell
How I feel
How I felt
You have paid
For your
un-kind-ness
With You
I’m done
At last

Please hold me now my love.
Where are you now, oh my sweet love.

Seven of Sundays

Tears for Fears foram, entre muitos outros, parte da banda sonora da minha adolescência. Depois de o dueto se desfazer perdi o rumo de Curt Smith que tinha aquela voz tão fora do vulgar…Redescobri-o recentemente num álbum de uma enorme beleza: Halfway Pleased. Se tivesse de escolher duas palavras para o descrever, escolheria serenidade e maturidade. O álbum é muito intimista e tem um carácter algo auto-biográfico e é feito com alma…está cheio de faixas imperdíveis e a ouvir vezes sem conta…Seven of Sundays, Addict (uma faixa hipnótica…fabulosa), Where do I Go, Halfway Pleased…deixo aqui Seven of Sundays

it’s alright
got to tell myself it’s alright
everything that I envied I have become
where to now
now that I’ve been lost and found
buried in the afternoon
breathless and snowbound
safe as the ocean
shine like a motor car
seven of Sundays
of course you are
coming down
ice cream and a towel wrapped around
flowing hair the swallows me
follows me down
it’s OK
twisted sheets and endless rainy days
channels flash across your face
silence surrounds you
safe as the ocean
shine like a motor car
seven of Sundays
of course you are
seven of Sundays
safe as the ocean
shine like a motor car
seven of Sundays
of course you are
seven of Sundays
seven of Sundays
seven of Sundays
of course you are

Temporary Peace

Hoje vou deixar-vos mais uma música do “Hindsight” dos Anathema que aparentemente não reúne consensos , mas acho isso habitual numa banda que tentou sempre ir mais além. Eu porém sou fã deste “Hindsight” e vou deixar aqui umas das minhas músicas de uma vida.

Anathema – Temporary Peace ( Hindsight – 2008 )

Deep inside the silence
Staring out upon the sea
The waves washing over
Half forgotten memories
Deep within the moment
Laughter floats upon the breeze
Rising and falling dying down within me

And I swear I never knew how it could be
And all this time all I had inside was what I couldn’t see
I swear I never knew how it could be
All the waves washing over all that hurts inside of me

Beyond this beautiful horizon
Lies a dream for you and I
This tranquil scene is still unbroken by the rumors in the sky
But there’s a storm closing in
Voices crying on the wind
This serenade is growing colder breaks my soul that tries to sing
And there’s so many, many thoughts
When I try to go to sleep
But with you I start to feel a sort of temporary peace

There’s a drift in and out

No-Man

A propósito do novo álbum de Anathema “Hindsight”, que digo-vos está muito bom, andei a investigar a editora responsável pela edição a KScope, entre os companheiros de editora encontrei os No-Man, que vim a descobrir ser mais um dos muitos projectos do sr. Steven Wilson, mentor dos Porcupine Tree. Deixo-vos este excelente tema do seu mais recente álbum.

No-Man – Wherever There Is Light ( Schoolyard Ghosts – 2008 )