U zadnje vrijeme sam se "navukla" na pjesme jedne odlične grupe "Blackmoe's Night". Pjesme su im stvarno odlične. Svaka priča neku priču ili ima poruku. Uglavnom oni se oblače kao ljudi iz srednjeg vijeka, a i pjesme im imaju takvu melodiju, što djeluje vrlo opuštajuće i daje tekstu pjesama dodatnu ljepotu ili kako se to kaže "težinu"! MIslim na engleskom su i možda ih neće svi razumjet ali... hm neznam, pokušajte, ko želi naravno. Evo dat ću vam tekstove nekih od njih:
Spirit Of The Sea
I took a walk along the shore
To clear my mind about the day,
I saw a man I'd seen before
As I approached, he slipped away...
I knew his face from years ago,
His smile stays with me ever more
His eyes, they guide me through the haze
And give me shelter from the storm...
As I walk I can feel him,
Always watching over me...
His voice surrounds me,
My Spirit of the Sea...
He went away so long ago,
On a maiden voyage far away
A young man then I did not know,
His life was taken that same day...
And it was almost like he knew
He wouldn't see me anymore
He looked so deeply in my eyes, and said
"Wait for me along the shore..."
And so I come most every day,
To watch the waves rise and fall,
And as I sit here on the sand,
This ocean makes me feel so small...
But I feel my lover by my side,
And he makes me follow my own heart
We'll be together some sweet day
When that day comes we'll never part...
When that day comes we'll never part...
Wait for me along the shore...
The Clock Ticks On
As the wind chimes play along the breeze
Singing songs to stir the soul,
Rainbow colours entwined in fairytales
On the maypole...
Sing the song of lands from far away,
Other times and another place,
The wind can carry us all away from here
Charmed in her embrace...
Leaves turn to red, the nights are getting colder,
Seasons will change, the clock ticks on...
Leaves fill the trees as the days are getting warmer,
Days turn to years, the clocks ticks on...
A cloak and dagger, no fear of freedom
When hearts beat in another time,
Ever changing, the clock ticks on,
If only in your mind...
The wind has died and the chimes are still again
The trees stand tall as they cover me in shade
In the mirror a maiden stares at me
As the secret fades...
And though the clock ticks on to the future
It's in the past my heart will stay
In a time so far away from me
I'll return someday...
25 Years
25 years since I woke up trembling
25 years since that terrible dream
I could see that the world was crumbling
Nothing is ever as it seems
Tried to run but my feet were frozen
Tried to scream but there was no sound
In my head voices echoing
Girl you should know better by now
*Long ago, Far away…
In the mist of yesterday
And you tried so hard to save me
How do you save someone from themselves
All those years, wasted wishes
Drowning in the wishing well…
25 years since I woke up trembling
25 years since that terrible dream
I could see that the world was crumbling
Nothing is ever as it seems
Olde Village Lanterne
Don't shed a tear for me
I stand alone
This path of destiny
Is all my own
Once in the hands of fate
There is no choice
An echo on the wind
You'll hear my voice...
Some choose to fall behind
Some choose to lead
Some choose a golden path
Laden with greed
But it’s the noble heart
That makes you strong
And in that heart, I'm with you all along...
*The olde village lanterne
Is calling me onward
Leading wherever I roam
The olde village lanterne
A light in the dark
Bringing me closer to home...
So when you think of me
Do so with pride
Honor and bravery
Ruled by my side
And in your memory
I will remain
I will forever be within the flame...
Now at the journey's end
We've traveled far
And all we have to show
Are battle scars
But in the love we shared
We will transcend
And in that love, our journey never ends...
Streets of London
Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea lasts an hour
Then he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and walk you through
the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old man
Outside the Seaman's Mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care.
Post je objavljen 05.02.2008. u 19:58 sati.