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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 13 ก.ย. 2024
- Artist: Van Der Graaf Generator
Album: Pawn Hearts
Genre: Progressive Rock
Year: 1971
Album Reviews: www.progarchive...
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I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top,
looked down, around, and all that I could see
were those that I would dearly love to share with
crashing on quite blindly to the sea....
I tried to ask what game this was
but knew I would not play it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, came to me....
"We have looked upon the heroes and they are found wanting;
we have looked hard across the land but we can see no dawn;
we have now dared to sear the sky but we are still bleeding;
we are drawing near to the cliffs,
now we can hear the call.
The clouds are piled in mountain-shapes,
there is no escape except to go forward.
Don't ask us for an answer now,
it's far too late to bow to that convention.
What course is there left but to die?
We have looked upon the High Kings, found them less than mortals:
their names are dust before the just march of our young, new law.
Minds stumbling strong, we hurtle on into the dark portal;
No-one can halt our final vault
into the unknown maw.
And as the Elders beat their brows
they know that it is really far too late now to stop us,
for if the sky is seeded death
what is the point in catching breath? Expel it.
What cause is there left but to die
in searching of something we're really not too sure of?"
What cause is there left but to die?
I really don't know why.
I know our ends may be soon but why do you make them sooner?
Time may finally prove only the living move her and
no life lies in the quicksand.
Yes, I know it's
out of control, out of control:
greasy machinery slides on the rails,
young minds and bodies on steel spokes impaled.
Cogs tearing bones, cogs tearing bones;
iron-throated monsters are forcing the screams,
mind and machinery box-press the dreams.
But there still is time....
Cowards are they who run today, the fight is beginning...
no war with knives, fight with our lives, lemmings can teach nothing;
death offers no hope, we must grope for the unknown answer,
unite our blood, abate the flood,
avert the disaster.
There's other ways than screaming in the mob:
that makes us merely cogs of hatred.
Look to the why and where we are,
look to yourselves and the stars,yes, and in the end
what choice is there left but to live
in the hope of saving
our children's children's little ones?
What choice is there left but to live
to save the little ones?
What choice is there left but to try?
Orgoglioso del fatto che pochi ascoltano questa musica.....celestiale e meravigliosa per pochissimi eletti
My most favourite artrock piece and Pawn hearts as a whole album
Ieri sera ho visto il concerto a Genova,non ho parole,non pensavo fossero ancora così potenti,si sono evoluti,mantendo la stessa cifra artistico filosofica e una qualità musicale sopraffina.
As far as I'm concerned this is the best album ever recorded
It's up there for sure!
Extraordinary!
[Intro]
I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top
Looked down, around, and all that I could see
Were those that I would dearly love to share with
Crashing on quite blindly to the sea
I tried to ask what game this was
But knew I would not play it
The voice, as one, as no-one, came to me
[Chorus]
We have looked upon the heroes
And they are found wanting
We have looked hard across the land
But we can see no dawn
We have now dared to sear the sky
But we are still bleeding
We are drawing near to the cliffs
Now we can hear the call
[Verse 1]
The clouds are piled in mountain-shapes
There is no escape except to go forward
Don't ask us for an answer now
It's far too late to bow to that convention
[Refrain]
What course is there left but to die?
[Chorus]
We have looked upon the high kings
Found them less than mortals
Their names are dust before the just
March of our young, new law
Minds stumbling strong, we hurtle on
Into the dark portal
No-one can halt our final vault
Into the unknown maw
[Verse 2]
And as the elders beat their brows
They know that it's really far too late now to stop us
For if the sky is seeded death
What is the point in catching breath? Expel it
[Refrain]
What cause is there left but to die
In search of something we're really not too sure of?
What cause is there left but to die?
What cause is there left but to die?
What cause is there left but to die?
I really don't know why
[Break]
[Interlude]
I know our ends may be soon
But why do you make them sooner?
Time may finally prove
Only the living move her and
No life lies in the quicksand
Aaah!
Aaah!
[Break]
["Cog"]
[Verse 3]
Yes, I know it's out of control, out of control!
Greasy machinery slides on the rails
Young minds and bodies on steel spokes impaled
[Verse 4]
Cogs tearing bones, cogs tearing bones!
Iron-throated monsters are forcing the screams
Mind and machinery box-press our dreams
[Bridge]
But there still is time
[End of "Cog"]
[Break]
[Chorus]
Cowards are they who run today
The fight is beginning
No war with knives, fight with our lives
Lemmings can teach nothing
Death offers no hope, we must grope
For the unknown answer
Unite our blood, abate the flood
Avert the disaster
[Verse 5]
There's other ways than screaming in the mob
That makes us merely cogs of hatred
Look to the why and where we are
Look to yourselves and the stars and in the end
[Refrain]
What choice is there left but to live
In the hope of saving our children's children's little ones?
What choice is there left but to live
What choice is there left but to live
What choice is there left but to live
To save the little ones?
What choice is there left but to try?
What choice is there left but to try?
What choice is there left but to try? (Try)
[Instrumental Outro]
Bei tempi quando i gruppi erano veri musicisti. Ora sono solo mentecatti.
Great band
No one remotely like them
This was their best album!
"clouds are piled in mountain shape"
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