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jueves, 19 de marzo de 2009

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.

martes, 17 de marzo de 2009

Powerslave



POWERSLAVE
(Dickinson)

Into the abyss I'll fall-the eye of Horus,
Into the eyes of the night-watching me go;
Green is the cat's eye that glows-in this temple,
Enter the risen Osiris-risen again.

CHORUS
Tell me why I had to be a powerslave,
I don't wanna die, I'm a god, why can't I live on?
When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid to waste.
And in my last hour,
I'm a slave to the power of death.

When I was living this lie-fear was my game,
People would worship and fall-drop to their knees;
So bring me the blood and red wine for the one to succeed me,
For he is a man and a god-and he will die too.

CHORUS

Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins,
Silent the terror that reigned-marbled in stone;
Shell of a man God preserved-a thousand ages,
But open the gates of my hell-I will strike from the grave.

CHORUS

Two minutes to midnight - El reloj del fin del mundo

El reloj del fin del mundo es un reloj simbólico que el consejo de directivos de la Revista de la Asociación de Científicos Nucleares Norteamericanos de la universidad de Chicago creó para indicar el riesgo que tiene la humanidad de verse enfrascada en una guerra nuclear. Este reloj es una analogía en la cual la humanidad se encuentra a unos pocos minutos de la media noche, donde la media noche representa el holocausto nuclear al que nos veremos envueltos de haber una guerra con armas nucleares. El reloj inició estando a 7 minutos de la medianoche en 1947, debido a la guerra fría. La vez que estuvo más cerca de la medianoche fue 2 minutos en 1953 durante la crisis de los misiles, y la vez que estuvo más lejos fue 17 minutos en 1991 cuando USA y Rusia firmaron un tratado de desmantelamiento de armas nucleares.



TWO MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT
(Adrian Smith/Bruce Dickinson)

Kill for gain or shoot to maim,
But we don't need a reason;
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season.

Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason;
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.

Chorus
The killers breed or the demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain;
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout let the creatures out,
We'll show the unbelievers,
Napalm screams of human flames,
Of a prime time belsen feast...yeah!

As the reasons for the carnage cut
their meat and lick the gravy,

We oil the jaws of the war machine
and feed it with our babies.


Chorus

The body bags and little rags
of children torn in two
,
And the jellied brains of those who remain
to put the finger right on you.

As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.

Chorus

Midnight...all night...




domingo, 15 de marzo de 2009

Esclavo del Poder - POWERSLAVE

Aces High, conmemora la Batalla de Inglaterra, cuando una gran maquinaria como la Luftwaffe intentó acabar con la RAF. Powerslave es un álbum épico.






ACES HIGH
(Harris)

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid,
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak;
Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne,
Got to get up for the coming attack.

Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines,
Remove all the wheelblocks there's no time to waste,
Gathering speed as we head down the runway,
Gotta get airborne before it's too late.

Running, scrambling, flying.
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again.
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live. aces high.

Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers,
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away;
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them,
Move to their blindsides and firing again.

Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us,
Ten ME-109's out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them,
Heading straight for them I press down my guns.

Rolling, turning, diving.
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again.
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die.
Run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high.