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Subway to Sally
« Album 1994 »
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1 | Cromdale 01:48
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| 2 | Rainman 05:09
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| 3 | Queen of Argyll 05:18
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| 4 | Barleycorn 06:17
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| 5 | Elvis Lives 02:11
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| 6 | Planxt-chen 00:20
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| 7 | An der Zeit 03:37
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| 8 | Traum vom Tod 04:14
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| 9 | Die Braut 02:40
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| 10 | The Keach In The Creel 03:03
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| 11 | Bonnie Johnnie Lowrie 04:52
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| 12 | Down The Line 04:42
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| 13 | But We Don't Know 04:18
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| 14 | Where Is Lucky? 05:14
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| | Total playing time 53:43 |
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Eric Fish (Eric Hecht) - vocals, bagpipes, shawm, flute
Frau Schmitt (Silke Volland) - violin
Bodenski (Michael Boden) - vocals, acoustic guitars, hurdy-gurdy
Simon (Michael Simon) - vocals, acoustic guitars
Ingo Hampf - guitars, flute, mandolin
Sugar Ray (Silvio Runge) - bass
T.W. - drums |
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| 1. Rainman
A dearth of moisture breaks the earth
to pieces I can't knit to one
(oh, I can't knit to one)
I'm on my way accross the land
to another place as dry as hell
rumbling, disintegrating grain for grain
the people look to me for help
to ease their pain and nurse their wealth
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После того как я купил мпеговый диск с In Extremo и Subway To Sally мое душевное равновесие покинуло меня дней на пять. In Extremo, это, конечно, очень хорошо, но Subway To Sally - просто сногсшибательно. На пять дней я забросил всю остальную музыку и слушал только эту группу. До сих пор не могу понять, как я жил раньше и не знал о ней.
Вкратце. Группа играет утяжеленный фолк-прогрессив. Металла здесь не так уж много, но меня это абсолютно не взволновало. Отдаленный ориентир - Skyclad, но только отдаленный. Subway To Sally играют совсем другую музыку. Но насколько же она заводная! В отличие от разных лажевых псевдо-готическх групп, реально исполняющих попсу с женским вокалом, эта группа действительно умеет воспроизводить дух средневековья. Разные там скрипочки, волынки, хоровые распевки, и все это отнюдь не нудно. Есть ряд очень быстрых и динамичных песен. Вокал местами жутко напоминает Яна Гиллана в лучшие годы, а другими местами - вылитый Skyclad. Тексты (часть из них на немецком, о них я судить не берусь) варьируются от реальных перекличек с народными (Queen of Argyll) до шуточных (Elvis Lives). Последняя, кстати, внесла радикальные изменения в мой личный ТОР10 - такая прикольная кантри-песенка... эх... В общем, душа моя расцветает, когда я эту группу слушаю. Ребята демонстрируют дикую музыкальность и изобретательность, исполнительское мастерство и хороший вкус. Здесь все в одном флаконе - и задумчивая грусть, в стиле баллад King Crimson, и безудержное стебовое веселье, а-ля последний Finntroll, и динамика полуметаллических песен, смахивающих на Kansas. Самое интересное, что при этом нельзя сказать, будто бы группа все сперла у других. Нет, здесь все свое. И все аналоги лишь отдаленные. Жаль, что нет оценки 20. Я бы ее поставил. |
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Абсолютно магический альбом, в буквальном смысле пробирающий до костей. Своим дебютником Subway To Sally уже застолбили себе место в музыкальной истории как одни из лучших фолк-рок/металл музыкантов в мире. Такого материала, который преподнесли нам немцы на этом альбоме, будьте уверены, вы не услышите больше нигде. Проникновенный харизматичный вокал Эрика Фиша, обязательная скрипка, отличная ритм-секция, порой аггресивные, а порой медитативные электрические и акустические, гитары не дадут вам соскучиться и завлекут в водоворот чудесных звуков... Именно водоворот, никакое другое слово здесь не подойдёт.
Также к этому произведению можно приписать эпитет "универсальное", поскольку такого богатства и разнообразия стилей и настроений нет больше ни у одной группы данного направления. Немцы представляют слушателю средневековый материал (истинно средневековый, а не показушно-средневековый), за тем уходят в дебри недавно (относительно года выпуска альбома) появившегося фолк-металла, напоминая Skyclad в лучших своих проявлениях, однако уже на первом альбоме делают это по-своему. Далее следует фолк-рок, заводная драйвовая полуакустическая и акустическая музыка, а временами из колонок звучит прямо-таки прогрессив, тихий и тоже по-своему фолковый, заставляющий задуматься, погрустить... Относительно языка, то тут есть и немецкий, и английский, а в некоторых песнях они чередуются.
В итоге, с большой натяжкой всё это великолепие можно назвать фолк-роком, но я бы вам этого делать не советовал =) Лучше послушать этот шедевр самим. Кроме восторгов, этот альбом у меня ничего не вызывает! Оценка очевидна. |
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'cuz somehow something follows me
a dark cloud I can't seem to lose
destined to give what they need take
the rain is falling on my head
the rain falls down
water, water everywhere
'far back as I can think
as long as I remember I've been swallowed by the drink
drowning in solutions
spirits dampened by the downpour
with the problems that I'm solving I'm disolving
in the rain that's falling on my head
2. The Queen Of Argyll
Gentlemen, it is my duty
to inform you of one beauty
though I'd ask of you a favour
oh' to seek her for a while
though I own she is a creature
of character and feature
no worse could paint the picture
of the queen of all Argyll
and if you could see her there
boys, if you had just been there
the swan was in her movement
and the morning in her smile
all the roses in the garden
they'd bow and ask her pardon
for not one could match the beauty
of the queen of all Argyll
on the evening that I mention
I passed with light intention
through a part of our dear country
known for beauty and for style
being a place of noble thinkers
of scholars and great drinkers
but above them all for splendour
was the queen of all Argyll
and if you could see...
so my lads I need must leeve you
my intention's not to grieve you
nor indeed would I deceive you
but I'll see you in a while
I must find a way to gain her
to court her and to tame her
I fear my heart's in danger
of the queen of all Argyll
and if you could see...
3. Barleycorn
There were three farmers in the north, as they were
passing by
they swore an oath so mighty oh that Barleycorn should
die
one of them said: drown him and the other sad: hang
him high
for whoever will stick to Barleycorn a-begging he will die
they put poor Barley into a sack an a cold an rainy day
and took him out to cornfields and buried him in the clay
frost and snow began to melt and dew began to fall
when Barleygrain put up his head and he soon surprised
them all
being in the summer season and the harvest coming on
it's the time he stands up in the field with a beard like
any man
the reaper then came with his sickle and used me
barberously
he cut me in the middle so small and he cut me above
the knee
the next came was the binder and he looked at me with
a frown
for in the middle there was a thistle which pulled his
courage down
the farmer came with his pitch fork and he pierced me to
the heart
like a thief, a rogue or a highwayman they tied me to the
cart
the thresher came with his big flail and soon he broke
my bones
could grieve the heart of any man to hear my sighs and
moans
the next thing that they've done to me they steeped me
in the well
they left me there for a day and night until I began to
swell
and next thing that they've done to me they dried me in
a kiln
they used me ten times worse, than that they ground
me in the mill
they used me in the kichen, they used me in the hall
oh they used me in the parlour among the ladies all
the Barleygrain is a comical grain, it makes men sigh
and moan
for when they drink a glass or two they forget their wives
and home
the drunkard is a dirty man, he used me worst of all
he drank me up in his dirty mouth an he tumbled against
the wall
4. Elvis Lives
When a cold wind blows
and you don't know where to go
baby don't be scared, don't be scared
in your darkest night
when nothin' is all right
baby don't be sad, don't be sad
Elvis is not dead
he comes and goes
in disguise he's on the road
out there on your own
you're feelin' all alone
baby don't you cry, don't you cry
on your longest day
you can find your way
baby don't be blue, don't be blue
Elvis is not dead
he comes and goes
in disguise he's on the road
5. Es Ist An Der Zeit
Dort oben leuchten die Sterne
mit silberglänzendem Licht
die sehen aus als hätten sie mich gerne
ich glaube die sind nicht ganz dicht
die Nachtvögel dort in den Zweigen
sind schwarz wie der tiefste See
sie starren mich an und sie schweigen
als wären auch sie nicht ok
ich steh auf der untersten Stufe
der Weg nach oben ist weit
es hat keinen Sinn, doch ich rufe:
es ist an der Zeit
doch stehe ich hier nicht alleine
die Armee der Verlierer ist groß
wir stehn wie das Vieh auf der Weide
und warten auf das große Los
ich steh auf der untersten Stufe
der Weg nach oben ist weit
es hat keinen Sinn, doch ich rufe:
es ist an der Zeit
6. Traum Vom Tod
Traum
Traum aus der Nacht
Traum aus der Nacht vor dem Tod
Traum aus der Nacht vor dem Tod einer Welt
einer Welt aus Angst vor dem Traum
Angst
Angst vor dem Traum
Angst einer Welt vor dem Traum
Angst einer Welt vor dem Traum vom Tod
vor dem Traum vom Tod aus der Nacht
Say that
you`ll never try
even when
the time has come
Say that
you`ll never lie
even when
the time has come
Say that
you`ll never cry
even when
the time has come
Say that
you`ll never die
even when
the time has come
7. Die Braut
Hat deine Braut zerfressnes Haar
und gar so schwarze Zähne
hat deine Braut ein schiefes Maul
und eine krumme Seele
drücke ihr die Gurgel zu
daß sie sich nicht mehr quäle
ist deine Braut ein fettes Weib
und steht auf kurzen Läufen
füll die Taschen ihr mit Blei
um sie dann zu ersäufen
hat deine Braut die Haut vom Rind
und das Gebiß vom Pferde
schleife deine Axt geschwind
daß sie erlöset werde
drücke ihr die Gurgel zu
schleife deine Axt geschwind
schlage ihr den Schädel ein
stoß sie in das Säurebad
daß sie erlöset werde
8. The Keach In The Creel
A fair young maid went up the street
some white fish for to by
a bonnie clerk's fall'n in love with her
and he followed her by and by
oh where are you going my bonnie lass
I pray thee tell to me
oh if the night be never so dark
I'll come and visit thee
my father locks the door at ten
my mother keeps the key
if you were never such a roving blade
you'd never win - in to me
but the clerk he had a brother
and a wily wag was he
he's made him a long ladder
with thirty steps and three
the old wife she was standing by
she heard a word was said
I could lay my life, says the silly old wife
there's a man in our daughter's bed
the old man he got out of bed
to see if the thing was true
but she's taken the bonny clerk in her arms
and covered him o'er with blue
up then got the old silly wife
to see if it were true
and she fell arselins in the creel
and up the string they drew
if that foul thief has gotten you
may he hold you so tight
for you'll never stay in your bed
nor rest with me at night
he's towed her up, he's towed her down
and given her a right down - fall
till every rib an the old wife's side
played nick - nack on the wall
oh the blue, the bonnie bonnie blue
and I wish it may do well
and every old wife that's jealous of her daughter
get a good kech in the creel
9. Bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
Of a'the lads in tinwald woun
the lovely fair, the black or broun
there never was sae droll a loon
as bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
my dad a peck o'lint did sow
I gaed top see how it did grow
when wha come skipping owre the knowe
but bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
terry owden dowden day
the queerest loon in laich or brae
is bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
I wandred oot to weed the same
my laddie ken'd I was frae hame
to follow me ha wasna lame
my bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
I took the flax unto the mill
my jewel follow'd after still
and coming hame I gat a gill
frae bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
terry owden dowden day ...
at last, a'e night, into the park
I met with him when it was dark
and, oh, the kissin' that I gat
frae bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
but Johnnie's true, he did me wed
yestreen before the priest we gaed
I carena noo for man or dad
sin' I hae Johnnie Lowrie
terry owden dowden day ...
a fig, say I, for jacking grown
or priest or elder in the toun
I'll tak' the warld, rough and roun'
wi' bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
10. Down The Line
I don't have any money
all out of nickels and dimes
ridin' around in the subway
just like a sign of these times
but it's fine down the line
at the end of the tunnel
shines a light I call Sally
and Sally tells me she's mine
any time
Subway to Sally
ridin' from station to station
Sally's my destination
keep your slow boat to China
your jet plane faster than sound
keep your luxury liner
I get around underground
Subway to Sally
ridin' from station to station
Sally's my destination
11. But We Don't Know
I wish I had a hairdryer
to blow you to the moon
I wish I was a bakerman
curing hunger soon
I wish I had a beaver cap
it looks like Daniel Boone
I keep a wish in my heart
I wish I had a girlfriend
who would drive me away
I wish I was a president
I'd rule the world all night and day
I wanna' see what's never been seen
I wanna' live in angel's dreams
we're never satisfied
but we don't know what we say
I want to see the holy ghost
but he is anywhere at most
I want to paint a red door black
but painting black makes me feel really bad
come on lass' we can go together
let's take the place right now
we're never satisfied
but we don't know what we say
12. Where Is Lucky
I'm over here in the sand
a foreign face in foreign land
and every hour is like a year
I'm growin' old while over here
we're all for one and one for all
waitin' for the sky to fall
and when it hits some will die
but if I don't you'll hear me cry
tell me where is Lucky
Lucky was my only friend
I never met the enemy
still I suppose he's just like me
he loves his kids he loves his flag
and fits inside a body bag
and over there on the other side
the other guys can't sleep tonight
the fire's rainin' it's rainin' down
and through it all I hear the sound
tell me where is Lucky
Lucky was my only friend
and if you wanna' tll me something
tell me why we couldn't stay together