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[quote]Originariamente inviato da Aqualung
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ovvio che ricalcando uno stile che mi piace li ascolti volentieri, ma non sono stati certo il massimo dell'orginalità ps: il mio 56k ci mette un po' a caricare le immagini... stavo parlando di Fugazi, ma Misplaced Childhood, non fa eccezione
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http://www.cipoo.net Musica corale di pubblico dominio - spartiti-MID-MP3 Chi cerca conferme le trova sempre. (Popper) Ultima modifica di Bet : 04-08-2003 alle 21:50. |
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Non che mi faccia schifo (anzi),ma Gabriel e Collins erano tutt'altera cosa.
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uppo!
Assassing Lyrics: Dick Music: Dick/Kelly/Rothery/Trewavas I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence I am the assassin, providing your nemesis On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend No incantations of remorse, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare Who gouged the notches from the family tree Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell the creed of tempered diction Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption Venomous verbs of ruthless candour plagiarise assassins fervour A friend in need is a friend that bleeds Let bitter silence infect the wound You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone Parading a Hollywood conscience You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success A non com observer - I assassin the collector - defector So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend To eradicate the problem, my friend Unsheathe the blade within the voice I am the assassin I am the assassin And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend? |
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Città: Salerno
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guarda caso ieri ho visto un loro cd (la gazza ladra o qualcosa del genere) e ho iniziato a sentirne qualcosa (soprattutto mi ha colpito la doppia cassa in alcune foto,quindi avevo intuito che genere era
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HO LETTERALMENTE FUSO SCRIPT FOR A JESTER'S TEAR daquanto l'ho ascoltato e lo stesso col greatest, oramai so ogni singola nota di GRENDEL.
Fantastici, ho anche un concerto in videocassetta con quel panzone simpaticone di FISH che era un vero e proprio attore/cantante, un vero giullare di corte, mitico! Suoni veri, atmosfere stupende, sono quei dischi che non riesci proprio a togliere dallo stereo finchè non è finito, come se ci fosse un finale che devi sapere assolutamente. La mia conoscenza si ferma al periodo con fish, la miriade di album successivi non la conosco. Hanno lo stesso sound? p.s. non x niente la mia band (anche se non facciamo prog) si chiama "Jester's tears" |
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Peccato che siano scaduti ma d'altra parte senza fish........ |
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pink floyd, metallica, iron maiden, timoria, marillion, u2, simply red! a begli anni! |
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Vabbè gli iron me li becco a ottobre, i pink........se un dio c'è spero che faccia un miracolo e li riporti sul palco.... |
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ah! ho messo timoria ma i primi no quelli de adeesso!
al palladium concerto per 200 persone mitici! |
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E bè, senza vento rulez! |
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DEDICATO AD ALE BORDIN!
Chelsea Monday
Lyrics: Dick Music: Dick/Kelly/Pointer/Rothery/Trewavas Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town Awaiting the prince in his white Capri Dynamic young Tarzan courts the bedsit queen She's playing the actress in this bedroom scene She's learning her lines from glossy magazines Stringing all her pearls from her childhood dreams Auditioning for the leading role on the silver screen Patience my tinsel angel Patience my perfumed child One day they really love you You'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of London Playing games with faces in the neon wonderland Perform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aisles Would she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause She'll pray for endless Sundays as she enters saffron sunsets Conjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn Fulfilled and yet forgotten the St. Tropez mirage Fragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child One day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smile But for now it's just another Chelsea Monday [Hello John, did you see The Standard about four hours ago? Fished a young chick out of The Old Father Blond hair, blue eyes. She said she wanted to be an actress or something Nobody knows where she came from, where she was going Funny thing was she had a smile on her face She was smiling, what a waste] Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress Buried in her cellophane world in glitter town Of Chelsea Monday |
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Incubus
(fish / marillion) When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion Forwarned my audience leaves the stage, floating ahead Perfumed shift within the stammering silence, the face That launched a thousand frames betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career, career You played this scene before, you played this scene before I the mote in your eye, eye, eye, eye I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction, reaction The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images In which you will always be the star, always be the star Untouchable, unapproachable, constant in the darkness, in the darkness, in the darkness Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction, with no flower to place before this gravestone And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin But that would be developing the negative view And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour The public act, let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk Let the cats walk, and the cat walks I’ve played this scene before I’ve played this scene before I the mote in your eye, eye, eye, eye I the mote in your eye A misplaced reaction, satisfaction A irritating speck of dust that came from absolutely nowhere You can’t brush me under the carpet, you can’t hide me under the stairs The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity You who I directed with lovers will You who I let hypnotise the lens You who I let bathe in the spotlights glare You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask Just like a greasepaint mask But now I’m the snake in the grass, the ghost of filmreels past I’m the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun It’s just begun, it’s just begun Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets As you stutter paralysed with rabbits eyes, searing the shadows Flooding the wings, to pluck elusive salvation from the understudy’s lips Retrieve the soliloque, maintain the obituary My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt You’ve played this scene before |
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Iscritto dal: Jun 2003
Città: Lontano Lontano icq#:121214179 Skype:sniperpat [email protected] modalità:Fancazzamento continuo
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*** Marillion *** [Thread Ufficiale]
Non ricordo chi sia stato l'utente del forum che mi ha consigliato questa band ma mi ha praticamente rapito...
Stupendi; sonorità melodiche ai massimi livelli.. i testi sono delle poesie, lunghissimi.. i Marillion non si limitano a cantare un semplice ritornello, riescono a costruire un universo, di ricordi, di sensazioni, di emozioni. Questo quello che penso di loro Chissà quanti fans ci sono in questo forum.. A tutti gli altri che li sentono nominare per la prima volta vi consiglio di ascoltarli... e magari tornare qui a parlarne Intanto... Eriol?....
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