Pois é galera, já estamos aqui no Kassão a espera da hora de partir para a Praça da Estação, de onde vamos partir rumo ao Recife.
Foram 109 dias de espera, desde o dia 29/11, quando postamos pela primeira vez a confirmação do show do Recife. Muito ansiedade, nevorsismo, boatos, gastos e muita conversa sobre o show.
Agora estamos com ingresso na mão, a espera do maior show das nossas vidas, do maior show de rock da história do Nordeste. Amanhã, às 21 horas, Iron Maiden.
Os músicos do Iron Maiden já estão em solo pernambucano. O avião da banda aterrissou às 15h45 deste domingo (29), na pista do Aeroporto Internacional dos Guararapes, no Recife.
Os integrantes da banda chegaram acompanhados por cerca de 60 pessoas da equipe de produção e mais de 12 toneladas de equipamentos para o show. O grupo vem de Buenos Aires a bordo do famoso Ed Force, um Boeing 757 personalizado com o mascote do grupo pintado na fuselagem e não raro pilotado pelo próprio Bruce Dickinson. O grupo se apresenta na próxima terça-feira (31) no Jockey Clube.
Do aeroporto, o grupo segue para três hotéis diferentes. Os músicos vão ficar num resort em Muro Alto até a terça-feira, quando seguem para o hotel Dorisol em Piedade, onde os fãs já se programam para passar o dia todo em busca de um autógrafo ou uma foto.
Apesar da grande expectativa, já que o show é o único da banda no Nordeste, haverá ingressos à venda no dia do show, nas bilheterias do Jockey. Os ingressos continuam à venda no quiosque instalado no 2° piso do estacionamento do shopping Tacaruna ou pelo site www.livepass.com.br. Até este domingo a pista comum custa R$ 150 (R$ 75, meia entrada). A partir de segunda-feira (30), a entrada vai custar R$ 200 (R$ 100, meia entrada). Quem quiser conforto, vai desembolsar R$ 350 para ter acesso à pista premium.
GALERA EU TENHO UM CONVITE MUITO IMPORTANTE A FAZER E ESPERO QUE O FAÇAM A MUITAS PESSOAS QUE CONHECEM.
NESTE SÁBADO ACONTECERÁ O PPA DE JUVENTUDE DA PREFEITURA DE FORTALEZA, NA ESCOLA FILGUEIRAS LIMA,NA AVENIDA EXPEDICIONÁRIO, JARDIM AMÉRICA, EM FRENTE AO 23BC.
O PAA É O PANO PLURIANUAL QUE TODOS OS GOVERNOS EM ÂMBITO FEDERAL, ESTADUAL E MUNICIPAL REALIZAM PARA SER EXECUTADO A PARTIR DO SEGUNDO ANO DA GESTÃO ATÉ O PRIMEIRO ANO DA PRÓXIMA GESTÃO. O PPA É A DIRETRIZ QUE NORTEARÁ A FORMULAÇÃO DA LEI DE DIRETRIZES ORÇAMENTARIAS DO MUNICÍPIO E QUE POR SUA VEZ NORTEARÁ A LEI ORÇAMENTARIA ANUAL.
O DIFERENCIAL E A IMPORTÂNCIA DO PPA DESTE ANO É QUE ELE SERÁ PARTICIPATIVO, OU SEJA, A PREFEITURA OPTOU POR FAZER UMA CONSULTA A POPULAÇÃO SOBRE QUE TIPOS DE PROGRAMAS QUEREMOS PARA OS DIVERSOS SETORES DA CIDADE.
Fonte: Direito & Consciência.
Pois é pessoal, do mesmo jeito que temos o direito de vincular nossos protestos contra a má administração da da nossa cidade, temos que noticiar as boas ideias.
Boa noite!
Obs: Esse efeito estranho não é intencional, deve ser proveniente do texto original do qual eu extrair o supracitado comunicado.
Hoje é dia do nosso grande amigo ítalo ficar ainda mais velho!!!
Que frase bonita não? Tudo que ele precisava escutar, hein?
Mas se eu começar escrevendo que dia 31/03 ele vai receber o melhor presente da vida dele, fica melhor?
Pois é pessoal, hoje, dia 26, o nosso grande irmão Italo comemora 20 anos, os quais já vão 5 com a nossa galera. Quantas histórias esse amigo de humor negro e frio, porém com boas tiradas, não tem conosco? Quantos momentos inesquecíveis ele compartilhou conosco entre shows, tabubas, rachas e até protesto estudantil? São muitos, dos quais a maioria está registra neste humilde blog. É por isso que eu penso que homenagea-lo num simples poste é tentar pôr um mar num copo dágua. Amigo para todas as horas, todo mundo tem uma história para contar sobre esse cara. E pensar que o marco inicial dele na galera foi com o nosso trabalho de Inglês na casa do Gustavo... Quem um dia se dispor a ler todos os arquivos do nosso blog, vai poder ter noção do que é o Italo nas nossas vidas. Nas humildes linhas desse blog tem registrado a aprovação do vestibular dele, bebedeiras, rachas, viagens, aniversários entre muitas outras coisas. Se um dia esse cara quiser começar a escrever uma autobiografia, ele já sabe por onde começar. :D
Irmão, tu és importante nas nossas vidas e nem ouse sair delas tão cedo hehe. Terça, dia 31, nós iremos ver os motherfuckers do Iron Maiden, cantar clássicos, se emocionar, ver os nosso ídolos e juntos iremos gritar: Scream for us Iron Maiden.
A passagem da banda Motörhead em Fortaleza vem dando o que falar no público rock local que parece que não vai aguentar esperar até o dia 15 de abril e , por isso, já programou um encontro no Bart Rota 66 no dia 04 de abril, a partir das 16 horas. O encontro é uma promoção da Planet CDs
Ai vai o endereço do Rota 66:Travessa Manuel Maia, 120 - Joaquim Távora
Falando em Motörhead, a banda está presente nas indicações de James Hetfild, do Metallica, para o hall da fama do rock. Para quem ainda não se liga nesse Hall, geralmente as bandas que entram para o hall são perguntadas quem tb não deve deixar de ser lembrado, servindo a resposta com sugestão. Inclusive, Lemmy está presente no vindou Guitar Hero: Metallica.
Galera, 6 dias para um sonho... muito pouco não é? É tão pouco tempo que realmente não sei o que escrever por aqui. Só penso no show, mas são pensamentos tão frenéticos e impregnados de emoção que não consigo definir bem com palavras o meu sentimento nessa espera. Por isso, tudo que eu tenho a dizer é... Tá chegando....
É com esse ultra old clássico que a banda vai encerrar a histórica apresentação do dia 31 de março. É com esse vídeo é que encerramos essa série de postagens com a finalidade de mostrar o Maiden com as canções do set list, nos mais diversos ambientes e épocas. A música em questão tem uma pegado bem crua e foi segundo single lançado pela banda, em 1980, há 29 anos. Foi a última canção registrada no DVD Live After Death.
Out of winter came a warhorse of steel I've never killed a woman before but I know how it feels I know you'd have gone insane if you saw what I saw So now I've got to look for Sanctuary from the law
I met up with a stranger last night To keep me alive He spends all his time on gambling and guns to survive I know you'd have gone insane if you saw what I saw So now I've got to look for Sanctuary from the law
CHORUS: So give me Sanctuary from the law And I'll be alright Just give me Sanctuary from the law And love me tonight..........tonight
I know you'd have gone insane if you saw what I saw so now I've got to look for Sanctuary from the law
CHORUS: So give me Sanctuary from the law And I'll be alright Just give me Sanctuary from the law And love me tonight............tonight
I can laugh at the wind I can howl at the rain Down in the Canyon or out on the plain
I know you'd have gone insane if you saw what I saw so now I've got to look for Sanctuary from the law
CHORUS: So give me Sanctuary from the law And I'll be alright Just give me Sanctuary from the law And love me tonight...........tonight
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 razors edge Balancing on a ledge Living on a razors 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 and at an end it seems The seventh lamb slain The book of life opens before me But I will pray for you And some day I may return I would die for you Beyond is where I learn
Essa é a música que vai começar o bis... será que ainda teremos gás?
"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, it's 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.
'Cause in my dreams, it's always there, The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair. Yeah!!!
The night was black, was no use holding back, 'Cause 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.
Six, six, six the number of the beast. Hell and fire was 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.
Six, six, six 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...can't avoid their eyes,
Six, six, six the number of the beast. Six, six, six 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.
Sempre ela... desde sempre, desde o Soundhouse Tapes. Além de levar o nome da banda é, sem sobra de dúvidas, a música da banda mais tocada. Vídeo imperdível, um Bruce cantando emocionado achando que seria sua última música com a banda. Esse show contou com transmissão mundial ao vivo pela BBC.
Won't you come into my room, I wanna show you all my wares. I just want to see your blood, I just want you to stand and stare. See the blood begin to flow as it falls upon the floor. Iron Maiden can't be faught Iron Maiden can't be sought.
(Chorus)
Oh Well, wherever, Wherever you are, Iron Maiden's gonna get you, No matter how far. See the blood flow watching it shed Up above my head. Iron Maiden wants you for dead.
Won't you come into my room, I wanna show you all my wares. I just want to see your blood, I just want to stand and stare. See the blood begin to flow As it falls upon the floor. Iron Maiden can't be faught, Iron Maiden can't be sought.
I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime. Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time. 'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole, The sands of time for me are running low.
When the priest comes to read me the last rites, I take a look through the bars at the last sights, Of a world that has gone very wrong for me.
Can it be that there's some sort of error. Hard to stop the surmounting terror. Is it really the end, of some crazy dream.
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming, It's not so easy to stop from screaming, The words escape me when i try to speak. Tears flow but why am I crying, After all I'm not afraid of dying. Don't I believe that there never is an end.
As the guards march me out to the courtyard, Somebody cries from a cell "God be with you". If there's a God then why has he let me go?
As I walk all my life drifts before me, Though the end is near I'm not sorry. Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away.
Mark my words believe my soul lives on. Don't worry now that I have gone. I've gone beyond to see the truth.
When you know that your time is close at hand. Maybe then you'll begin to understand, Life down here is just a strange illusion
2003 foi o ano que o Iron Maiden despertou para boa parte da nossa galera, especificamente para o Kbça, Girino, André e eu. Tudo que conheciamos se restringia, naquele momento, a um cd do Fear of The Dark e o Rock in Rio. Em ambos os albúns, uma coisa sempre nos surpreendia: Fear of the Dark. Aquele coro inicial feito por 250 mil pessoas era de arrepiar. Me recordo, que naquele período, os recursos para download eram limitados, com a predominância dos programas p2p. Outro problema era que a Internet de banda larga ainda não fazia parte das vida da maior parte da classe média. Mesmo assim, o Kbça ainda teve a raça de fazer um download da música no citado festival de 90 MB com sua net discada. De lá pra cá, a proximidade da nossa galera com o Iron só aumentou.
Curiosidade: justamente hoje, a banda vai fazer um show no Rio de Janeiro.
I am a man who walks alone And when I'm walking in 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
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something'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 And 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 something's watching you
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there
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'll find it hard to look again Because you're sure that someone's there
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there
Watching horror films the night before Debating witches and folklores 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 constant fear that something'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
Sabe quando você ouve uma notícia de alguém e nem liga, achando que é mais um boato da net? Quando a notícia é tão absurda que você nem mesmo cogita a possibilidade de ser verdade?
Pois é, aconteceu isso comigo ontem. E qual não é minha surpresa ao entrar na net hoje e ver isso em vários sites diferentes! Não, não é um boato. É uma notícia confirmada aqui, aqui, aqui, e no já quase declarado falecido angra.net.
Ricardo Confessori, baterista da formação clássica do Angra, está de volta à banda no lugar de Aquiles Priester. E logo de cara, os caras vão partir em turnê nacional junto com o Sepultura! Já são 5 datas confirmadas e, segundo o próprio Falasquito no seu workshop da última quinta feira, há uma grande chance de a banda vir para Fortaleza ainda em maio! Será? Só nos resta esperar, mas que a notícia é excelentes pros fãs da banda, isso é. Segue a lista de shows já confirmados para o mês de maio:
6/5 - Porto Alegre - Teatro do Bourbon Country
9/5 - São Paulo - Via Funchal
29/5 - Rio de Janeiro - Canecão
30/5 - Vitória - Ginásio Dom Bosco
31/5 - Belo Horizonte - Chevrolet Hall
Resta saber como fica a situação do Shaman. Será que o Confessa vai ter pique e agenda pra levar as duas bandas? Saberemos em breve...
White man came across the sea, He brought us pain and misery. He killed our tribes, killed our creed, He took our game for his own need.
We fought him hard, we fought him well, Out on the plains we gave him hell. But many came, too much for Cree, Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes, Galloping hard on the plains. Chasing the redskins back to their holes, Fighting them at their own game. Murder for freedom, a stab in the back. Women and children and cowards attack.
Run to the hills, run for your lives. Run to the hills, run for your lives.
Soldier blue in the barren wastes, Hunting and killing for game. Raping the women and wasting the men, The only good Indians are tame. Selling them whisky and taking their gold, Enslaving the young and destroying the old.
Run to the hills, run for your lives. Run to the hills, run for your lives.
Essa é canção que eu acho que tem um dos nomes mais fodas de todos os tempos! Mas a sua beleza não fica soemente no nome mas em toda sua execução que é sempre primoroza. Bruce Dickinson da um show, dando o clima da musica com uma grande interpretação.
nto 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.
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.
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.
Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins, Silent the terror that reigned- marbled in stone. A shell of a man God preserved- a thousand ages, But open the gates of my Hell- I will strike from the grave.
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 waste. And in my last hour, I'm a slave to the Power of Death, Slave to the Power of Death... Slave to the Power of Death...
A proposito, o dia de hoje não é só para vídeo, mas como também tem muitas novidades.
A primeira é que foi oficialmente lançado o site oficial do evento que vai ocorrer no dia 31/03-09 no Recife.
êis, chegada a hora da música mais épica da banda; talvez um belo exemplo de como a criatividade dos caras na época de ouro. Letra baseada num conto; drama, suspense e muitas mudanças de clima. A história de um marinheiro que vê seu ego derrotado por uma maldição divina. Um clássico eternizado por essa grande banda!
Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner See his eyes 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 nobody's 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 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 the bad luck on the Mariner About his neck, the dead bird is hung.
And the curse goes on and on and on at sea, And the thirst 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."
The curse it lives on in their eyes The Mariner he wished he'd die Along with the sea creatres 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 lifeless 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 Mariner's 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 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 his 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.
Não que ela seja melhor do que as outras, mas a sua energia contagiante promete levar a redenção o público no próximo dia 31/03. Estou falando de Wasted Years. Essa música sempre tem uma conotação muito saudosista o que faz com que muita gente se indentifique um pouco mais com ela, além de contar com um belíssimo trabalho de guitarras.
From the coast of gold across the seven seas Im travellin on far and wide But now it seems Im just a stranger to myself And all the things I sometimes do It isnt me but someone else
I close my eyes and think of home Another city goes by in the night Aint it funny how it is, You never miss it til its gone away And my heart is lying there And will de til my dying day
So understand Dont waste your time always Searching for those wasted years Face up... make your stand And realise youre living in the golden years
Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind Cant easy this pain so easily When you cant find the words to say Its hard to make it through another day And it just makes me wanna cry And throw my hands up to the sky
Galera, hoje o vídeo é um maga - ultra clássico, um dos famosos singles da banda, a começar pela sua inesquecível capa. A canção está presente em quase todos os shows da banda desde o lançamento da música no albúm Pince of Mind, de 1984.
** vídeo do último show da 1ª passagem do Bruce pela banda** Youll take my life but Ill take yours too Youll fire you musket but Ill run you through So when your waiting for the next attack Youd better stand theres no turning back
The bugle sounds as the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of arcrid 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 wont 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 bodys numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan
Nota: segundo a comunidade Iron Maiden Recife, ainda existem ingressos promocionais a venda nas bilheterias lá de recife. Vale lembrar que esse seria um lote limitadissimo e até hoje não acabou. Será que os fãs do nordeste e especialmente os de recife vão decepcionar? Espero que não!
Pois é pessoal, já deu para notar nos vídeos anteriores que o show vai ser inesquecível; talvez essa seja a maior marca dessa turnê: um desfile incansável de clássicos. Ontem, por ter feito um poste apressado, paguei o preço de errar a ordem das canções, mas não importa, o que vale é que Children Of The Damned não foi esquecida, nem pela banda, nem por nós :D. A música em questão faz parte do albúm The Number of the Beast, de 1982,que segundo o filólogo Paulo Oliveira significa o melhor do número 1. Não dá pra questionar tamanha autoridade né?
Hes walking like a small child But watch his eyes burn you away Black holes in his golden stare God knows he wants to go home Children of the damned (repeat another 3 times)
Hes walking like a dead man If he had lived he would have crucified us all Now hes standing on the last step He thought oblivion well it beckons us all Children of the damned (repeat another 3 times)
Now it burns his hand hes turning to laugh Smiles as the flame sears his flesh Melting his face screaming in pain Peeling the skin from his eyes Watch him die according to plan Hes dust on the ground what did we learn
Youre children of the damned Your backs against the wall You turn into the light Youre burning in the night Youre children of the damned Like candles watch them burn Burning in the light Youll burn again tonight Youre children of the damned
Pois é pessoal, como não se bastasse todo esse clima de ansiedade que está revestindo esse mês de março para a nossa galera, ainda teremos um tributo ao Maiden no dia 28/03 no Hey Ho com a banda Prowler, para aquecer os nossos corações maidemaniacos até o dia do show.
Mais um clássico a ser desfilado na Somewhere Back in Time World Tour. A referida canção está presente no primeiro full - leght da banda, o albúm Iron Maiden, de 1980. A música ficou imortalizada na voz de Paul Di' anno, mas a banda vez ou outra vem colocando-a em seu set list. Destaque para a instrumental da banda com belíssimos solos.
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.
O show do vídeo incorporado ao poste é da turnê Somewhere on Tour de 1986, gravado em Paris. É o mais popular registro em vídeo daquela turnê.
Bem galera, essa vai ser a terceira música do show. É a primeira do set que vem da primeira fase da banda que contava com Paul Di'anno. A música em questão foi lançada no albúm Killers, de 1981. Um verdadeiro hino.
I was born into a scene Of angriness and greed Of dominance and persecution
My mother was a queen My dad I've never seen I was never meant to be.
Now I spend my time Looking all around For a man that's nowhere To be found, Until I find him, I'm never gonna stop searching I'm going to find my man Gonna travel round.
Cos I'm a wrathchild, Well I'm a wrathchild, Yeh I'm a wrathchild
I'm coming to get you Oh, yeah yeah
Some say it shouldn't matter Ain't nothing gonna alter The course of my destination
But I know I've gotta find Some seriaus peace of mind Or I know I'll just go crazy
Now I spend my time looking all around For a man that's nowhere To be found, Until I find him, I'm never gonna stop searching I'm going to find my man Gonna travel round.
Cos I'm a wrathchild, Well I'm a wrathchild, Yeh I'm a wrathchild
Duas observações:
1 - Ontem foi aniversario do Gustavo. Quando tiver tempo, escreverei uma mensagem digna.
Continuando aqui com os videos das canções que estão no set list da atual turne, e a qual presenciaremos, do Iron Maiden. A video desse post é da música 2 minutes to midnight, canção que faz referência ao "Doomsday Clock", que contaria o tempo para a humanidade chegar a meia noite, que representaria uma destruição catastrofica e com a produção das bombas atómicas chegou a marcar 11:58. Então, vamos la!
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. 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.
The killer's 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, The 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.
The killer's 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 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.
The killer's 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. Midnight...all night...
Bem, já foi possível notar que ir ao um show da banda Iron Maiden não é um fato corriqueiro nas nossas vidas, seja por ser o nosso primeiro show do Maiden e, também, ser o show do Maiden, com músicas da era de ouro da banda e última apresentação na américa do sul com a Turnê Somewhere Back in Time 08-09.
Pois bem, até lá postaremos vídeos com as músicas que farão parte do Set - List.
Up the irons.
Intro - Churchills Speech 1. Aces High
"We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight! With growing confidence and growing strength in the air!
We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; We shall never surrender!"
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 Got to get airborne before it's too late
Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving Going in again Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving
Run, Live to fly, fly to live, do or die Won't you 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 to come in behind them Move to their blindsides and firing again
Bandits at 8 o'clock are moving 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 Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving
Run, Live to fly, fly to live, do or die Won't you Run, live to fly, fly to live Aces high...
