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Dark Tranquillity

Метал и подсолнухи, хмм, оригинальная композиция...

Hours Passed In Exile

What if some things are destined to failure? What if some things are never meant to be? What if someone never sees? What if someone never opens? What if somehow we are different? Though I never claimed to be right Give to me the benefit of doubt I brought you fires That you put out I brought you fires For I cannot be without I came with sadness But this my shattered heart can't bear What of the times in exile? What of the hours passed? What if touches seem too trivial? You can never tell me I'm wrong A song I've heard so long I brought you fires That you put out I brought you fires For I cannot be without I came with sadness But this my shattered heart can't bear I came in madness So this my shattered heart can't bear My shattered heart won't bear So what if healing takes forever? So what if time is meant for others? So what is left is but a shatter And what is broken can't be whole What is broken can't be whole again I brought you fires That you put out I brought you fires For I cannot be without I came with sadness But this my shattered heart can't bear

Have we lost the spark or a guide?
What's the latest on the screen?
Can't be too late to turn around
I need all the help from you

I need to find

Something to blame for a long lost time


[Pre-Chorus:]


I am running from something that I don't know
I am searching for something, which way to go?
I am trying to separate what's real

I'm running in a wheel


[Verse:]

Is it dark or is it bright?
What's the latest on the screen?
Please tell me my name
I haven't checked it today


[Chorus:]


From green to red our days pass by
Waiting for a sign to tell us why
Are we dancing all alone?

Collect some stars to shine for you
And start today 'cause there's only a few
A sign of times my friend


[Verse:]


My friend avoid infinity
Are you for real?

Just scratch the surface
And you will find
Something to blame for a long lost time

Решил послушать альбом, который я слушал прошлогодней зимой. И слушал я его часами! Альбом поражал свей мощью и агрессивностью вкупе с проникновенной мелодичностью. Хочу остановится на этой песне, название которой как никогда подходит моему душевному состоянию...

Mercenary

Isolation (The Loneliness in December)

So hear me now This weakened voicing Listen one last time It is dying Here at the end I am Watching closely Afraid to see you Afraid to be So here it is again This loneliness of mine I can't seem to find you I don't believe you're there Is this your hand?  Is this the turning?  I need to say I lost you I need to say goodbye And save me from this blinding night Of nothing Save me from the dying Save me from my god Choose to find salvation in the sorrow I hope to see you laughing Laughing at the end So here it is again This loneliness of mine I can't seem to find you I don't believe you're there Is this your hand?  Is this the turning?  I need to say I lost you I need to say goodbye I'm standing here in line Hoping to see My dreams are intertwined I'm here by your side So here it is with me This old friend of mine I'm trying to break free I'm here by your side So here it is again This loneliness of mine I can't seem to find you I don't believe you're there Is this your hand?  Is this the turning?  I need to say I lost you I need to say goodbye

Теперь сравните предыдущую песню и эту, более модерновую. Сделайте выводы для себя. Мне кажется, каждая группа имеет право на свой путь самовыражения через ту музыку, которую они играют, нет ничего зазорного в том, чтобы качественной музыкой зарабатывать себе на хлеб.

In Flames

Only For The Weak

I can't tolerate your sadness Cause it's me you are drowning (You're drowning me) I won't allow (allow) any happiness Cause everytime you laugh, I feel so (so weak)... guilty (guilty) I feel so guilty Am I forced to have any regret I've become the lie, beautiful and free In my righteous own mind I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me I've lost the ability to paint the clouds Cause it's me you're draining (You're draining me) I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark tale Cause everytime you run, I fall (fall).. behind (behind) I fall behind And so I hear my voice again The tale of the bitter man there I am Shake the silence and hear what it says The tranquil pride that become the lie Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak On bleeding knees, oh, I accept my fate [instrumental part] Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak On bleeding knees, oh, I accept my fate Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak On bleeding knees...

Я так понимаю, все погрузились в учебу с головой, и только несколько продолжают работу в сайте, будто каникулы длятся весь год. Ммм... Что тут у нас? Мелодик дэт, угадайте, откуда? Да, знаю, что шведский мелодэт уже многим набил оскомину и слушать одни и те же риффы и соляки, кочующие из группы в группу стало практически невозможно. Хуже становится, когда некоторые начинают играть металкор без брейкдаунов. Хотя я иногда нахожу группы, которые своей игрой напомнят славные традиции мелодэта. Малоизвестная банда Eventide с альбомом The Beast and the Machine - не признать некоторую шаблонность не могу, но всё же доставило. 

Eventide

The Beast and the Machine

И всё же... Как жаль, что эта группа уже 14 лет как распалась (не считая 2007-2008 на гастролях) А ведь вместе с Dark Tranquillity и In Flames они стояли у колыбели мелодик дэта.

At The Gates

Slaughter Of The Soul Never again On your forcefed illusions to choke You feed off my pain Fee off my life  There won't be another dawn  We will reap as we have sown  Always the same My tired eyes have seen enough Of all of your lies My hate is blind  There won't be another dawn We will read as we have sewn  Slaughter of the soul Suicidal final art Children – born of sin Tear your soul apart  Always the same My tired eyes have seen enough Of all of your lies My hate is blind  There won't be another dawn We will read as we have sewn  Slaughter of the soul Suicidal final art Children – born of sin Tear your soul apart  "Men must attempt to develop in themselves and their children liberation from the sense of self ...men must be free from boundaries, patterns and  consistencies in order to be free to think, feel and create in new ways"

Інструментал

До сих пор большая половина металхэдов со стажем не устаёт ворчать в адрес шведской группы In Flames, не простив им ухода от традиций мелодик дэта и коммерциализации своего творчества и плюясь в адрес их последних альбомов. По моему скромному мнению, их старое творчество и новое модерновое звучание одинаково хорошо (кроме альбома Reroute To Remain: от него сильно отдает ню-металом). Ведь эта группа стояла у колыбели МДМ и в 1996 сотворили эталон жанра, икону стиля - The Jesper Race. Предлагаю послушать песню из этого альбома и сравнить с более новой, которая не замедлит появится за этим блогом.

In Flames

Artifacts Of The Black Rain

Stood there leaning to the city moon, casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms the black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque in the serpentine sun of tragedy basked Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass with their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world He cried for night / but night could not come so, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away and fed the empty galleries with the artifacts of the black rain sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile He made the footprints a part of his heart to rouse a sacred confrontation Stood there carving on the monument to lies digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil as the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs he disappears into her cold, icy womb

Лично от себя советую всем поклонникам мелодэта. Кое-кто считает, что они схожи с другими металличными финнами - убергруппой Children Of Bodom. "..в обман вводит всё тот же восхитительный мелодизм, отличающий команды Скандинавского полуострова, да ураганный темп композиций, а также тяжесть. Но С.О.В. – это прежде всего блеск и соревнование гитар, ударных и клавиш, яростные, безумные мелодические построения, и нет такой краски, такого музыкального оттенка, который не использовал бы Alexi Laiho сотоварищи. KALMAH же – сама строгость, инструменты слиты в едином звуке, и клавиши, и гитары, и ударные вместе повторяют все головокружительные мелодические переходы..." - так о них отзываются на Metallibrary. Ценим? 

Heroes To Us

Old prophet's land -a battlefield Of non-believers in a violent rage A declaration of human rights a pretext For maintenance of a new world order Above all written laws a growth concept Created by the patriot of the civilized world Rearmament -Welfare state Disarmament - Non-member state Free market economy a consequence Of military needs -loss of lives Human rights activists political pawn in a game Nothing Can they do without state subsidies A gift of today`s world Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us Production at any price Admiration of those who earn With blood on their hands We will never learn A gift of today`s world Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us