Fear of the dark

FEAR OF THE DARK
(Harris)

I am a man who walks alone,
when I'm walking a dark road,
At night or strolling through the park...

When the light begins to change,
I sometimes feel a little strange;
A little anxious when it's dark.

-Chorus-
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark,
I have a constant fear that someone's always near;
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark,
I have a phobia that someone's always there.

Have you run your fingers down the wall,
have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared to take a look
At the corner of the room,
You've sensed that somethings watching you.

(Chorus)

Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no one's there?
And as you quicken up your pace,
You find it hard to look again,
Because you're sure there's someone there.

(Chorus)

Watching horror films the night before,
Debating witches and folklore,
The unknown troubles on your mind;
Maybe your mind is playing tricks,
You sense and suddenly eyes fix,
On dancing shadows from behind.

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark,
I have a constant fear that someone's always near;
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark,
I have a phobia that someone's always there.

When I'm walking a dark road,
I am a man who walks alone.

LA VENGANZA DE LA BESTIA - Paul Di'Anno, Tour 2009

Paul Di'Anno "La Bestia", vocalista de los dos primeros discos de la banda de la NWOBHM, Iron Maiden, saltará al escenario de las sierras peruanas con conciertos en Huancayo y Cusco como parte de su gira 2009 "Beast Revenge Tour".

Este último se efectuará el día domingo 16 de agosto, 19:00 horas; bar ZAZU,
Calle Tecsecocha No. 288. (ex-Roots)

La banda cusqueña de death & roll, MORKILL abrirá el espectáculo.

Entradas a la venta en el Teatro Kusikay y mediante Tu Entrada.

S/. 27.00 pre-venta
S/. 33.00 día del evento

PAUL DI'ANNO
The living dead

MORKILL
Víspera de destrucción

Wasting love

WASTING LOVE
(Dickinson - Gers)

Maybe one day I'll be an honest man,
Up 'til now I'm doing the best I can;
Long roads, long days,
Of sunrise to sunset, of sunrise to sunset.

Dream on brothers while you can,
Dream on sister, I hope you'll find the one,
All of our lives covered up quickly by the tides of time.

Spend your days full of emptiness,
Spend your years full of loneliness;
Wasting love in a desperate caress,
Rolling shadows of nights.

Dream on brothers while you can,
Dream on sisters I hope you'll find the one;
All of our lives covered up quickly by the tides of time.

Sands are flowing and the lines are in your hand,
In your eyes I see the hunger,
And the desperate cry that tears the night.

Afraid to shoot strangers

AFRAID TO SHOOT STRANGERS
(Harris)

Lying awake at night I wipe the sweat from my brow,
But it's not the fear, 'cos I'd rather go now.

Trying to visualize the horrors that will lay ahead,
The desert sand mound, a burial ground.

When it comes to the time,
Are we partners in crime?
When it comes to the time,
We'll be ready to die.

God let us go now and finish what's to be done,
Thy kingdom come, thy shall be done... on Earth.

Trying to justify to ourselves the reasons to go,
Should we live and let live, forget or forgive?

But how can we let them go on this way?
The reign of terror corruption must end.
And we know deep down there's no other way,
No trust, no reasoning, no more to say.

Afraid to shoot strangers.
Afraid to shoot strangers.

Be quick or be dead

El 11 de mayo de 1992 sale a la venta el noveno álbum de Iron Maiden: "Fear of the Dark". Sin embargo este sería el "último" con Bruce Dickinson...

BE QUICK OR BE DEAD
(Bruce Dickinson/Janick Gers)

Covered in sinners and dripping
With guilt,
Making your money from slime
And from filth;
Parading your bellies in ivory towers,
Investing our lives in your schemes
And your powers.

(chorus)
You've got to watch them - be quick
Or be dead,
Snake eyes in heaven - the thief's
In your head.
You've got to watch them - be quick
Or be dead,
Snake eyes in heaven - the thief's
In your head...

Be quick...
Or be dead!
Be quick...
Or be dead!

See... what's ruling all our lives,
See... who's pulling strings...

I bet you won't fall on your face...
Your belly will hold you in place.

The serpent is crawling inside of
Your ear,
He says you must vote for what you
Want to hear;
Don't matter what's wrong as long as you're
Alright,
So pull yourself stupid and rob
Yourself blind.

Bring your daughter... to the slaughter

Bring your daughter... to the slaughter
[Dickinson]


Honey, it's getting close to midnight,
And all the myths are still in town;
True love and lipstick on your linen,
Bite the pillow make no sound.
If there's some living to be done (ha!)
Before your life becomes your tomb,
You'd better know that I'm the one...
So unchain your back door invite me around.

[Chorus]
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter.
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

Honey it's getting close to daybreak,
The sun is creeping in the sky,
No patent remedies for heartache,
Just empty words and humble pie;
So get down on your knees honey,
Assume an attitude,
You just pray that I'll be waiting,
'Coz you know I'm coming soon.

[Chorus]

So pick up your foolish pride, no going back,
No where, no way, no place to hide.

[Chorus]

Holy smoke

Uno de mis discos favoritos, "No prayer for the dying" Lanzado el 01 de octubre de 1990, con Janick Gers en una de las hachas.

Tiempos aquellos cuando uno se "chitaba" del cole. :)

HOLY SMOKE
(Dickinson/Smith)

Believe in me - send no money,
I died on the cross, that ain't funny;
But my so called friends they're making me a joke,
They missed out what I said like I never spoke.

They choose what they wanna hear - don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth, as they're watching you die.
Saving your souls by taking your money,
Flies around shit, bees around honey.

(chorus)

Holy Smoke, Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for
The Devil to stoke.
Feed'em in feet first, this is no joke;
This is thirsty work, making Holy Smoke.
Making Holy Smoke.

Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
Say they're gonna be with you at the end;
Burning records, burning books,
Holy soldiers, Nazi looks;
Crocodile smiles, just wait a while,
'til the TV queen gets her make-up clean.
I've lived in filth, I've lived in sin,
And I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in.

(repeat chorus)

Holy Smoke - smells good!

They ain't religious, but they ain't no fools,
When Noah built his Cadillac, it was cool.
Two by two they're still going down,
And the satellite circus just left town.
I think they're strange and when they're dead
They can have a Lincoln for their bed,
Friend of the president, trick of the tail,
Now they ain't got a prayer 100 years in jail.

(repeat chorus)

Holy Smoke - hah...

The evil that men do

THE EVIL THAT MEN DO
(Smith, Dickinson, Harris)


Love is a razor and I walked the line
On that silver blade;
Slept in the dust with his daughter,
Her eyes red with
The slaughter of innocence.
But I will pray for her,
I will call her name out loud,
I would bleed for her,
I only I could see her now.

Living on a razor's edge,
Balancing on a ledge,
Living on a razor's edge.

The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...
The evil that men do lives on and on...

Circle of fire my baptism of joy, at an end it seems,
The seventh lamb slain
The book of life opens before me;
But I will pray for you,
Some day I may return;
Don't you cry for me,
Beyond is where I learn.

Rime of the Ancient Mariner - Pts 1 & 2

Canción de largo aliento... ¡¡¡y subtítulos en español!!!




Ahora la parte 2...

RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER
(Steve Harris)

Hear the rime of the ancient mariner,
See his eye as he stops one of three;
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests:
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale.

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobodys been;
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings.

And the ship sails on, back to the north
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on.

The mariner kills the bird of good omen,
His shipmates cry against what he's done;
But when the fog clears, they justify him,
And make themselves a part of the crime.

Sailing on and on and north across the sea,
Sailing on and on and north 'til all is calm.

The albatross begins with its vengeance,
A terrible curse a thirst has begun;
His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner,
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.

And the curse goes on and on at sea.
And the curse goes on and on for them and me.

"Day after day, day after day,
We stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean.
Water, water everywhere and
All the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink".

There calls the mariner,
There comes a ship over the line.
But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide.

See...onward she comes
Onward she nears out of the sun
See, she has no crew
She has no life, wait but there's two.

Death and she life in death,
They throw their dice for the crew.
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now.
Then...crew one by one,
They drop down dead, two hundred men.
She...she, life in death.
She lets him live, her chosen one.

"One after one by the star dogged moon,
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye.
Four times fifty living men,
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one".
(Samuel Coleridge)

The curse it lives on in their eyes,
The mariner he wished he'd die.
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.

And by the light of the moon,
He prays for their beauty not doom.
With heart he blesses them,
God's creatures all of them too.

Then the spell starts to break,
The albatross falls from his neck;
Sinks down like lead into the sea,
Then down in falls comes the rain.

Hear the groans of the long dead seamen,
See them stir and they start to rise;
Bodies lifted by good spirits,
None of them speak and they're lifelesss in their eyes.

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again,
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.

Now the curse is finally lifted.
And the mariner sights his home;
Spirits go from the long dead bodies,
Form their own light and the mariners left alone.

And then a boat came sailing towards him,
It was a joy he could not believe;
The pilots boat, his son and the hermit,
Penance of life will fall onto him.

And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea,
And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins.

The mariner's bound to tell of his story,
To tell this tale wherever he goes;
To teach God's word by his own example,
That we must love all things that God made.

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man,
And the tale goes on and on and on.

Run to the hills

Aunque la masacre de los pueblos indígenas en las planicies norteamericanas y la aniquilación de bisontes en sus vastas llanuras no fueron cosa de juego, este es el vídeo más divertido de los británicos Iron Maiden.

RUN TO THE HILLS

(Harris)

White man came, across the sea,
He brought us pain and misery;
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed,
He took our game for his own need.

We fought him hard, we fought him well,
Out on the plains we gave him hell;
But many came, too much for cree
Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes,
Galloping hard on the plains,
Chasing the redskins back to their holes,
Fighting them at their own game;
Murder for freedom a stab in the back,
Women and children and cowards attack...

Run to the hills, run for your lives,
Run to the hills, run for your lives.

Soldier blue on the barren wastes,
Hunting and killing their game;
Raping the women and wasting the men,
The only good indians are tame.
Selling them whisky and taking their gold,
Enslaving the young and destroying the old.

Run to the hills, run for your lives,
Run to the hills, run for your lives.

The number of the beast

THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST

[Steve Harris]

"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the
beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the
beast for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred and
sixty six."

I left alone my mind was blank,
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind.

What did I see, can I believe? That what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy.

Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me.

'Cos in my dreams it's always there, the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair...

Night was black was no use holding back
'Cos I just had to see was someone watching me;
In the mist dark figures move and twist,
Was all this for real or just some kind of hell.

666 the number of the beast,
Hell and fire were spawned to be released.

Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry hands held to the sky;
In the night the fires burning bright
The ritual has begun Satan's work is done.

666 the number of the beast,
Sacrifice is going on tonight.

This can't go on, I must inform the law,
Can this still be real or just some crazy dream;
But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
They seem to mesmerize me... can't avoid their eyes.

666 the number of the beast,
666 the one for you and me.

I'm coming back, I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn;
I have the fire, I have the force,
I have the power to make my evil take it's course

Dethklok rules!!!

En esas pequeñas pausas del trabajo uno encuentra cosas interesantes en la red. Aquí les dejo con una divertidísima serie animada al mejor estilo death metal.

Murders in the Rue Morgue (el asesinato de Di'Anno)

Bruce Dickinson asalta el escenario con un tema del álbum Killers. Luego de esto la Bestia no volvería a ser la misma...

Cabe destacar que Mr. Dickinson suele improvisar las líricas que no recuerda o deja que el público las cante.

MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE
(Steve Harris)


I remember it as plain as day
although it happened in the dark of the night.
I was strolling through the streets of Paris
and it was cold it was starting to rain.
And then I heard a piercing scream
and I rushed to the scene of the crime
but all I found was the butchered remains
of two girls laying side by side.

Murders in the Rue Morgue
running from the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
run before the killers go free

There's some people coming down the street
at last there's someone heard my call
Can't understand why they're pointing at me
I've never done nothing at all.
But I must have got some blood on my hands
because everyone's shouting at me
I can't speak French so I couldn't explain
and like a fool I started running away.

Murders in the Rue Morgue
someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
am I ever gonna be free.

And now I've gotta get away from the arms of the law.
All France is looking for me.
I've gotta find my way across the border for sure
down the south to Italy.

Murders in the Rue Morgue
someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
I'm never going home.

Well I made it to the border at last
But I can't erase the scene from my mind
Anytime somebody stares at me, well
I just start running blind
Well I'm moving through the shadows at night
Away from the staring eyes
Any day they'll be looking for me
'Cause I know I show the signs of...

Murders in the Rue Morgue
running from the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
running from the arms of the law

Murders in the Rue Morgue
running from the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
am I ever gonna be free

It took so long and I'm getting so tired
I'm running out of places to hide
Should I return to the scene of the crime
Where the two young victims died
If I could go to somebody for help
It'd get me out of trouble for sure
But I know that it's on my mind
That my doctor said I've done it before.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
they're never gonna find me
Murders in the Rue Morgue
I'm never going home.

iAbstracto 2.0

Phantom of the Opera

I've been looking so long for you
Now you won't get away from my grasp.
You've been living so long in hiding
In hiding behind that false mask.
And you know and I know that
You ain't got long now to last.
Your looks and your feelings
Are just the remains of your past.

You're standing in the wings,
There you wait for the curtain to fall.
Knowing the terror and holding
You have on us all.
Yeah, I know that you're gonna
Scratch me, maim me and maul.
You know I'm helpless from
Your mesmerising cat call.

Keep your distance, walk away,
Don't take his bait.
Don't you stray, don't fade away.
Watch your step, he's out to get you,
Come what may.
Don't you stray, from the narrow way.

I'm running and hiding in my
Dreams you're always there.
You're the phantom of the opera,
You're the devil, you're just out to scare.
You damaged my mind
And my soul it just floats through the air.
Haunt me, you taunt me,
You torture me back at your lair.

¡¡¡Que cunda el PÁNICO!!!

La zona THE TROOPER ya figura como SOLD OUT...

¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡POR FINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!

ahora sí... ¡¡¡IRON MAIDEN EN LIMA!!!

Mientras pinchaba The Trooper en el iTunes, Anfer Allain sorprende a este bloggero con la noticia.

Ego fotográfico.

What the duck

Creado por Aaron Johnson.
Un pato fotógrafo, egocéntrico y mordaz (¿dije ya que era fotógrafo?)
What the duck es el auténtico WTF del mundo de la lente.

Las tiras en inglés se encuentran aquí:

WHAT THE DUCK