sábado, 31 de enero de 2009

El número de la bestia

Y no, no es mi número telefónico, aunque a veces os trate como bestias. Me refiero al tercer álbum de esta banda, (Iron Maiden, para los que no están siguiendo el hilo de esta conversación).

Decisivo y definitivo lanzamiento de la Doncella de Hierro al cosmos de las más grandes bandas, con esta placa Iron Maiden llega al Walhalla de las guitarras eléctricas y consagra temones como "Run to the hills" y "Hallowed be thy name", adoptado como himno octavo durante más de una década.

Bruce Dickinson hace su aparición triunfal en esta grabación marcando el que sería el sello característico de la banda, su voz aguda, casi operética y un dinamismo "on stage" que pocas agrupaciones poseen. Energía 100% y actitud al 1000%... pero, sería el último álbum de Clive Burr...

22 Acacia Avenue


If you're feeling down depressed and lonely,
I know a place where we can go,
22 Acacia avenue meet a lady that I know,
So if you're looking for a good time,
And you're prepared to pay the price,
Fifteen quid is all she asks for,
Everybodys got their vice.

If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece,
You can tell her that you know me, and you might even get it free,
So any time youre down the East End don't you hesitate to go,
You can take my honest word for it, she'll teach you more than you can know.

Charlotte can't you get out from all this madness,
Can't you see it only brings you sadness,
When you entertain your men don't know the risk of getting disease.

Some day when you're reaching the age of forty,
I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying,
Nobody then will want to know,
You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more.

22, the avenue that's the place where we all go,
You will find it's warm inside, the red lights burning bright tonight.

Charlotte isn't it time you stop this mad life,
Don't you ever think about the bad times;
Why do you have to live this way,
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay.

Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it make men think of having you,
When you're walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you.

Beat her, mistreat her, do anything that you please,
Bite her, excite her, make her get down on her knees,
Abuse her, misuse her, she can take all that you've got,
Caress her, molest her, she always does what you want.

You're running away don't you know what youre doing,
Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin,
Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away,
You believe that because what you're earning,
Your lifes good don't you know that you're hurting
All the people that love you don't cast them aside
All the men that are constantly drooling
It's no life for you stop all that screwing
You're packing your bags and you're coming with me.

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