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Alexisonfire
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1 | Drunks, Lovers, Sinners and Saints 3:48
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| 2 | This Could Be Anywhere in the World 4:03
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| 3 | Mailbox Arson 3:31
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| 4 | Boiled Frogs 3:57
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| 5 | We Are the Sound 3:40
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| 6 | You Burn First 2:40
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| 7 | We Are the End 3:46
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| 8 | Crisis 3:31
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| 9 | Keep It on Wax 3:48
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| 10 | To a Friend 3:15
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| 11 | Rough Hands 5:30 |
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George Pettit - vocals
Dallas Green - guitars, piano, vocals
Wade MacNeil - guitars, vocals
Chris Steele - bass
Jordan Hastings - drums
Guest musicians:
Gared O'Donnell - vocals on "You Burn First"
Julius Butty - vocals
Scott Russell - additional hand claps and gang vocals |
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Label: Vagrant Records |
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| Drunks, Lovers, Sinners And Saints
[George:] Alright!
[Wade:] This is from our hearts.
Sincerity over simple chords.
We made some mistakes
We made some mistakes
But it's a long time coming when you're giving it everything.
[2x]
[George:] Alright!
This is from our hearts
And it's been r |
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Канадская группа Alexisonfire может предложить нам пост-хардкор со всеми вытекающими из этого последствиями: стремительные гитарные линии с мягкой пост-хардкоровой мелодикой, хорошо прописанный бас, припанкованные ударные и многоголосие, ставшее традиционным в жанре. Вот как раз последним Alexisonfire цепляют больше всего, что неудивительно, ведь тут мы слышим аж 3 вида вокала: агрессивный скрим и оппозиционный ему красивый голос с некоторым налетом сахарности, которые дуэтом отлично обыгрывают тот или иной песенный сюжет, а также кажущиеся посторонними и примиряющими панковские выкрики. Скрим непосредственного вокалиста Джорджа Петита чаще сопровождает куплеты, чистый вокал гитариста Далласа Грина обычно используется в припевах, а панковый вклад Уэйда МакНила встречается повсеместно. На выходе получаем музыку, нацеленную на переживание мимолетных впечатлений и устремленную своим оптимистическим порывом (с легким налетом грусти) в будущее. По сравнению с дисками 2002 и 2004 гг., «Crisis» содержит в себе зрелый, остепенившийся пост-хардкор, вокальное полнокровие и рафинированная мелодика которого поглотили свойственные молодым группам недоработки и подчас энергетическую амузыкальность (имеется в виду угар с «сырыми» эмоциями) ранних альбомов. Лирика Alexisonfire легка для понимания и, наверняка, не менее легка для исполнения. В текстах проявляются волнующие музыкантов вопросы, проблемы выбора и своеобразный максимализм (однако далекий от того, какой наблюдается в нашей национальной разновидности т.н. эмо – там соответствующие ярлыки приживаются, похоже, не так, как у нас, и играть пост-хардкор намного выгоднее – не назвавшись «эмо», проще уйти от показного резания вен). Но тексты эти все-таки максималистские… Ребята утверждают, что им не хочется терять время, прыгая с одного тонущего корабля на другой, и они лучше утонут сами (“Drunks, Lovers, Sinners and Saints”), грозят спалить все почтовые ящики города вместе с грехами их владельцев (“Mailbox Arson”), обвиняют бывшего ударника в продаже друзей и выходят на широкое обобщение о том, что люди меняются вместе со временами (“Keep It on Wax”) и все в таком духе. Что касается хитов, то на «Crisis» их довольно много. Лично мне понравились по сути все 5 первых песен: и взрывная “Drunks, Lovers, Sinners and Saints”, и мэйнстримовый шлягер с очень качественно выстроенными вокальными линиями “This Could Be Anywhere in the World”, и 2 композиции с особенно красивыми чистоголосыми запевами Грина – “Mailbox Arson” и “Boiled Frogs”, и самый панковский здесь номер “We Are the Sound”. А следующая за ними “You Burn First”, к сожалению, вносит гигантский разлад в «мерный» ряд энергосодержащих хитов. Таких песен в пост-хардкоре даже представить себе нельзя (вспомнились меланхоличные опусы QOTSA): это конец; песня выглядит как посмертная записка, а это режет уши, ведь все так начиналось! Вторая половина альбома слушается уже не с такими чувствами, как первая, но также ни в коем случае не плоха (за исключением вышеупомянутого «пятна»). Несомненно, здесь внимания заслуживает заглавная вещь с классическим гитарным лид-запилом и спокойным таким припевом…
Итак, нужно признать, что: все-таки вокалисты работают необычайно слаженно, гитаристы тоже не подводят со своим дуэльным мелодизмом, прилично исполняют свои обязанности басист и ударник, и от этого всего создается очень крепкий драйв. Музыка такая, конечно, века не переживет, но надо же кому-то горшки обжигать… |
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There's fire in my guts you just can't put out
Alright!
This is from our hearts (From our hearts)
And there is always going to be a part
Of this crowd who don't understand
Oh, and I feel the same
I won't ever change
Not a jaded hair upon my head
Are you pretending? (That you care)
Are you even listening?
Are you pretending? (That you understand)
Are you even?
[George:] Suits to the left
Squares to the right
Cause my heart - my heart is full
And we ride to fight.
[4x]
We ride to fight.
Are you pretending? (That you care)
Are you even listening?
Are you pretending? (That you understand)
Are you even listening?
Are you pretending?
Are you, are you?
Are you even listening?
Are you pretending that your heart's in the right place?
Are you pretending?
Are you even listening?
Are you pretending?
Are you even?
There's no need to waste my time
Spending your life jumping from sinking ship to sinking ship
Well I think I'd rather drown
I know I'd rather drown
Oh, and I feel the same
I won't ever change
Not a jaded hair upon my head
This Could Be Anywhere In The World
[George:] This town has its claws buried in my neck
This town, it takes lives, without mercy, without hate
[Dallas:] The streets are in distress
The sun suffocates behind darkened skies
[George:] The grass is growing on top of my feet
I'm sinking, won't be long, before I'm too deep to run
[Dallas:] The line up seems endless
Underneath the salvation signs.
[George:] We are the dead ones, we are the lost cause
We are the bend before the break. Our steps seal our fate.
[Chorus:]
Because this city, this city is haunted
By ghosts (ghosts) from broken homes (homes)
Because this city, this city is haunted
And there's no hope (hope) left for these souls (souls).
[George:] Every step I take I leave a small piece
Of myself behind. Soon there will be nothing left.
[Dallas:] The cracks in the pavement,
Match the cracks in their weathered skin
[George:] The sky's a brick wall
The ground's a juggernaut
Each day they get a bit closer
Between them, I am caught.
[Dallas:] I stare in amazement,
I can't believe this is where I live.
[George:] Every breath I take I feel my lungs seal
This breeze feels more like shards of glass I'm more scars than skin
[Chorus:]
Because this city, this city is haunted
By ghosts (ghosts) from broken homes (homes)
Because this city, this city is haunted
And there's no hope (hope) left for these souls (souls).
[George:] Our steps seal fate, our steps seal fate.
This is our celebration
Come join the lost souls
[x2]
[Dallas:] This city, this city is haunted.
[George:] Oh! Walk with us. Oh! Down. Walk with us.
[Chorus:]
This city, this city is haunted
By ghosts (ghosts) from broken homes (homes)
Because this city, this city is haunted
And there's no hope (hope) left for these souls (souls).
Mailbox Arson
Your mail's not safe in this town. [4x]
[George:] I strike a red bird on your face
And pour the kerosene in your mouth
I watch the match fall down your throat
I burn all your precious bowels
I watch the smoke pour from every crack
And breathe in your secret lives
All your bills, pay and welfare cheques
But I don't think I can stay for long
There's lots more mail that's not yet ash
Your mail's not safe in this town. [3x]
Well, I'm taking this all back.
[Dallas:] I watch the smoke start to rise
One hundred homes, one hundred fires.
Everything you own now burns away.
This town is no longer mine.
It's fucked with me for the last time.
How I wish that I could see your face..
[George:] When the sky is streaked with plumes
Know that it's my signature
Upon this wretched fucking city.
Mailbox arson,
My sweet revenge.
Mailbox arson,
My sweet revenge.
[Dallas:] I'll strike a match and burn away -
Every tie that binds me to this place
[4x]
[George:] When the smoke clears,
You can consider us even.
Your mail's not safe in this town. [3x]
Well, I'm taking this all back.
[Dallas:] I watch the smoke start to rise
One hundred homes, one hundred fires.
Everything you own now burns away.
This town is no longer mine.
It's fucked with me for the last time.
How I wish that I could see your face..
Boiled Frogs
[George:] A man sits at his desk
One year from retirement,
And he's up for review
Not quite sure what to do.
Each passing year
The workload grows.
[Dallas:] I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late
For things to go my way
It always ends up the same
(Count your blessings)
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise
(Count your blessings on one hand)
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight.
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life
[George:] Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe,
Even though his joints are clogged with rust.
[Wade:] My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.
Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day
(Count your blessings)
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.
Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late
(Count your blessings on one hand)
[Dallas:] So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.
Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day
There's no loyalty and no remorse.
Youth sold for a pension cheque
And it makes him fucking sick
He's heating up, he can't say no
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight,
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.
(So wait up)
So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
Between the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to die
Wait up for me
Wait up for me
Wait up for me
We Are The Sound
[George:] Children roam these empty streets
With lust filled eyes and jagged hearts
Narrow frames and crooked teeth,
The whole more valuable than each part.
And the grasp you have upon this group
Is as fragile as a pile of ash.
They know your lies and weakness
With each open hand you bluntly lash.
Oh, these soft legged girls
And hard faced boys.
They know no God,
They have no voice.
[Dallas:] So what is this I see?
There is nothing but anger -
Burning inside of me
Oh, these soft legged girls
(Do you wish to feel complete?)
And hard faced boys.
(Say you want it, you need it.)
They know no God,
They have no voice.
We are the sound.
We don't belong.
So raise up your hands
And sing along.
[2x]
[George:] Girls with fire in their eyes.
Boys with will and aim that's true
Living in a jilted world
Contempt spreads just like the flu.
So let's all take some solace
In one thing that we all can trust
Adults can be fucked up, too.
Sometimes even more than us.
Oh, these soft legged girls
(Do you wish to feel complete?)
And hard faced boys.
(Say you want it, you need it.)
They know no God,
They have no voice.
We are the sound.
We have no voice.
[2x]
[Dallas:] We are the sound.
We don't belong.
So raise up your hands
And sing along.
[2x]
And sing along..
You Burn First
I said, "Cover me, if there is a fire
'cause I want you to burn first"
She screamed at me, "I want to be desired"
I said, "Easy girl, I know it hurts
Let's all give thanks that I am a liar
'cause I got a feeling I just might get worse
Now there's nothing wrong with you I'm just tired
And I'm in a mood for a brand new curse"
You burn first
You burn first
You burn first
"Cover me, if there is a fire
'cause I want you to burn first"
She screamed at me, "I want to be desired"
I said, "Easy girl, I know it hurts
Let's all give thanks that I am a liar
'cause I got a feeling I just might get worse
Now there's nothing wrong with you I've just grown tired
And I'm in a mood for a brand new curse"
We Are The End
[Dallas:] Look around, look around.
There's no affection, only infection.
Search yourself, search yourself.
Can I depend on you to surrender?
[George:] And we will storm their shores,
Eyes suffocating all they see.
Feet sturdy on the rubble that will soon be dust.
And there will be no ruins, no memory, no history
Only our unrelenting march side by side,
We will comb the earth and sweep it clean, hearts and feet unified.
The hand of man is no match for our warless army.
Please tell me that this is the end of the world.
(And we will strike with the arms of Gods and leave nothing in our wake)
It's time that we erase history
(And we will strike with the arms of Gods)
Without a trace or a memory
(On my word, we will seize fate)
Please tell me that this is the end of the world.
(And we will strike with the arms of Gods and leave nothing in our wake)
It's time that we erase history
(And we will strike with the arms of Gods)
Without a trace or a memory
(Destiny choked in our wage)
[George:] Steadfast soldiers with hands of Gods
And the numbers to succeed.
We will persist until all that's left is a perfect sphere.
Never a break in the chain,
Never a folly of conviction,
And may the traitors' ashes seal the barren landscape.
We are the end! [2x]
Please tell me that this is the end of the world.
(And we will strike with the arms of Gods and leave nothing in our wake)
It's time that we erase history
(And we will strike with the arms of Gods)
Without a trace or a memory
(On my word, we will seize fate)
Please tell me that this is the end of the world.
(And we will strike with the arms of Gods and leave nothing in our wake)
It's time that we erase history
(And we will strike with the arms of Gods)
Without a trace or a memory
(Destiny choked in our wage)
[Dallas:] Look around, look around.
There's no affection, only infection.
Search yourself, search yourself.
Can I depend on you to surrender?
Can I depend on you to surrender?
Please tell me that this is the end of the world.
(And we will strike with the arms of Gods and leave nothing in our wake)
It's time that we erase history
(And we will strike with the arms of Gods)
Without a trace or a memory
(On my word, we will seize fate)
Please tell me that this is the end of the world.
(And we will strike with the arms of Gods and leave nothing in our wake)
It's time that we erase history
(And we will strike with the arms of Gods)
Without a trace or a memory
(Destiny choked in our wage)
Crisis
[George:] Yeah, this town is going under!
The temperature's through the floor
Your fingers are turning black.
There's a crisis knocking at your door!
(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven)
You'd better try to make it home.
The snow is getting too deep to drive.
Your car might be your coffin.
(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven)
We're never going to see the summer
This season's coming long and hard.
Yeah, this town is going under.
This season's going to kill us all.
Count the snow flakes, little children.
Count them as they bury you alive.
Count them as they choke the road ways.
A blizzard's coming in the year punk died.
(One nine seven seven)
This season's left us all helpless.
I can't see and even God is blind
And deaf to all your prayers.
(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven.)
There's nothing that you can do.
This weather's stronger than us all.
The sky is going to crush you.
(One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven)
[Dallas:] This season's growing cold,
I fear that this could be the end.
And there's no sign of hope.
We've got a crisis on our hands.
[George:] The junkie is trapped indoors.
Pretty soon he's going to need a fix,
But the weather's not going to let him,
And he's starting to get the itch.
This season's holding us all hostage,
Better do whatever it demands.
Carter knows that we've got a crisis
Weighing on our frost bitten hands.
(ONE!)
There's nothing that you can do.
The sky is going to crush you.
(NINE!)
There's nothing that you can do.
The sky is going to crush you.
(SEVEN!)
There's nothing that you can do.
The sky is going to crush you.
(SEVEN!)
There's nothing that you can do.
The sky is going to crush you.
[Dallas:] This season's growing cold,
I fear that this could be the end.
And there's no sign of hope.
We've got a crisis on our hands.
Keep It On Wax
[Wade:] I, I guess the only thing cheap to you was your friends
[George:] You can always make new friends
[Wade:] (oh well, oh well)
[George:] But when you sell them out will they be worth as much?
[2x]
[George:] Now this bridge is ashes
It might as well have never been built
It might as well have never been built
and the river that it crossed
Looks like an ocean now
looks like an ocean now
[Wade:] Times change and people change with them
Some people love to play the victim
[Dallas:] Love to play the victim
[Wade:] You threw caution to the wind
Washed away these few last years for nothing
[Dallas:] Was it all for nothing?
[Chris:] Keep it on wax
[George:] You're not the only one
Who's had to make sacrifices
We all had to make sacrifices
And time won't heal shit
When you've got your hands in my pockets
When you've got your hands
[George:] Kick, Kick, Kick
Scream, Scream, Scream
[Wade:] It don't change a goddamn thing (It don't change)
[George:] Kick, Kick, Kick
Scream, Scream, Scream (A goddamn thing)
[2x]
[Wade:] I, I guess, the only thing cheap to you is your friends
I guess, the only thing cheap to you is your friends
I guess, the only thing cheap to you is your friends
I guess, the only thing cheap to you is your friends
[George:] Oh, what a fucking shame
Oh, that you had to mess things up this bad
[Wade:] Times change and people change with them
Some people love to play the victim
[Dallas:] Love to play the victim
[Wade:] You threw caution to the wind
Washed away these few last years for nothing
[Dallas:] Was it all for nothing?
[Wade:] It's gone, it's gone
[George:] There's nothing left
[Chris:] Keep it on wax
[2x]
To A Friend
I think that it's time to get out
My patients are fading fast
the mind bruises just a little bit easier
in dark times and shadow's cast
What are you suffering for?
Your pride or some kind of personal war?
And will you throw it away?
For nothing more than a simple taste?
[Chorus]
I'll stay in time and watch you pass by (paranoia woven deep beneath my skin)
I draw this line and hope you'll take my side (breathe slow, breathe slow)
You shouldn't have to fight alone (you shouldn't have to fight at all)
It's nobody's battle but your own
Panic holds me like a gun
firm and steadfast bleak and cold
I think it's time to kill the drama
This life style's getting old
*Whispers behind closed doors
eyes spy from dark windows
Plotting minds seek to harm me,
or maybe not, I don't really know
There is something
Waiting for me
in the darkest part of my imagination
[Chorus]
I'll stay in time and watch you pass by (paranoia woven deep beneath my skin)
I draw this line and hope you'll take my side (breathe slow, breathe slow)
You shouldn't have to fight alone (you shouldn't have to fight at all)
It's nobody's battle but your own
This is just self-induced terror
There's more to come, this is just a glimpse
I tell myself it's all in my head
but I'm pretty hard to convince
Oh, there's no relief
Oh, this world can offer
Oh, there's no relief
Oh, this world can offer me
I'll stay in time and watch you pass by
I draw this line and hope you'll take my side
You shouldn't have to fight alone
It's nobody's battle but your own
Rough Hands
Was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived
And don't look so surprised
that I'm home, but just for tonight
With rough hands and sore eyes
So don't speak, I am tired
Let's just live through this lie
She says I swear too much
She says a lot of things
Well I'd swear every other word if I could
For her, I'll make an attempt
Sometimes love isn't about
how much someone suits you
But how much you're willing to change
to suit them
All my bones are dust
(two people too damaged too much too late)
And my heart sealed with rust
(two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough
(two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much
(two people too damaged too much too late)
One day my hands were too soft
One day she said, "I'm tired"
One day her clothes were on my floor
One day, empty bottles
I'm not saying she's my last
I'm just saying that she could have been
It doesn't matter how rough these hands get
It doesn't matter 'cause I'm not her man
Rough hands, rough days
Rough hands, rough nights
Rough hands, rough season
Rough hands, rough fights...
All my bones are dust (Rough hands, rough days)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
And my heart sealed with rust (Rough hands, rough season)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough (Rough hands, rough days)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much (Rough hands, rough season)
(two people too damaged too much too late)