Una centésima de segundo

Un cortometraje dirigido por Susan Jacobson.




Todo sea por la noticia...

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.

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.

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.

Seventh son of a seventh son

Séptimo álbum editado por Maiden, lanzado en 1988.

Can I play with madness? Of course...

CAN I PLAY WITH MADNESS?
(Smith, Dickinson, Harris)

Give me the sense to wonder,
To wonder if I'm free.
Give me a sense of wonder,
To know I can be me.

Give me the strength to hold my head up,
Spit back in their face;
Don't need no key to unlock this door,
Gonna break down the walls,
Break out of this bad place!.

Can I play with madness,
The prophet stared at his crystal ball.
Can I play with madness,
There's no vision there at all.
Can I play with madness,
The prophet looked and he laughed at me.
Can I play with madness
He said you're blind, too blind to see...

I screamed aloud to the old man,
I said: Don't lie, don't say, you dont know!
I say: You pay for your mischief,
In this world or the next!
Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance,
And the hellfires raged in his eyes;
He said do you wanna know the truth son?
I'll tell you the truth:
"Your soul's gonna burn in a lake of fire."

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.

The Trooper

Riffs de batalla, The trooper, un tema para ir a la guerra.

THE TROOPER
(Harris)

You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too,
You'll fire you musket, but I'll run you through.
So when you're waiting for the next attack,
You'd better stand, there's no turning back.

The bugle sounds as the charge begins,
But on this battlefield no one wins;
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath,
As you plunge into a certain death

The horse he sweats with fear, we break to run,
The mighty roar of the russian guns;
And as we race towards the human wall,
The screams of pain as my comrades fall.

We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground,
And the russians fire another round;
We get so near, yet so far away.
We won't live to fight another day.

We get so close, near enough to fight,
When a russian gets me in his sights;
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow,
A burst of rounds take my horse below.

And as I lay there gazing at the sky,
My body's numb and my throat is dry;
And as I lay forgotten and alone,
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.

Revelations

Otro temón de Maiden. Viejos amaneceres limeños.
Dickinson en las cuerdas. Es más, él escribe la canción.
Conciertazo Live after Death

REVELATIONS
(Dickinson)

O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry;
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die.
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
But take away our pride.
(G. K. Chesterton; English Hymnal)

Just a babe in a black abyss,
No reason for a place like this,
The walls of gold and souls cry out in pain,
An easy way for the blind to go,
A clever path for the fools who know
the secret of the hangman - the smile on his lips.

The light of the Blind - you'll see,
The venom tears my spine,
The Eyes of the Nile are opening - you'll see.

She came to me with a serpents kiss,
As the Eye of the Sun rose on her lips,
Moonlight catches silver tears I cry,
So we lay in a black embrace,
And the seed is sown in a holy place
And I watched, and I waited for the dawn.

The light of the Blind - you'll see,
The venom that tears my spine,
The Eyes of the Nile are opening - you'll see.

Bind all of us together,
Ablaze with Hope and Free,
No storm or heavy weather
Will rock the boat you'll see.
The time has come to close your eyes
And still the wind and rain,
For the one who will be King
the Watcher in the Ring,

It is You.

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.

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.