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"Days of Future Passed" - второй альбом группы The Moody Blues, и в то же время первый альбом, где музыканты обрели то звучание, благодаря которому в дальнейшем приобрели известность по всему миру. На протяжении всего альбома звучит симфонический оркестр под руководством дирижера Питера Найта, и на данном альбоме именно это является ключевой основой, ну, собственно, и довольно интересная концепция, составленная участниками группы. Как говорят многие музыкальные критики, и я с ними вынужден полностью согласиться, работа является одной из самых удачных попыток скрестить рок-музыку с симфоническими аранжировками, вследствие чего это заложило основу в образование так называемого "прогрессивного рока", или как его ещё называют - "арт-рока"; нередко называют альбом и пионером этого самого прогрессивного рока, однако от себя уточню - лично по мне это и есть первый альбом в данном стиле, несмотря на то, что все же считается первым "Сержант Пеппер" группы Битлз (был бы "Пеппер" 66 года, я бы прямо заявил, что это первый "прогрессивный" альбом).
Такое различие в стилях между их дебютным альбомом и "Days" явно проистекает из творческих побуждений: Майк Пиндер (клавишные, вокал), основатель группы, будучи одним из основоположников меллотрона, дал своему инструменту симфоническое звучание (прекрасные партии в "Tuesday Afternoon" и, конечно, "Nights in White Satin"), а Рэй Томас, также один из основателей, стал использовать флейту. К тому же, музыканты стали теперь полностью посвящать себя написанию песен, в то время как на дебютной работе они использовали кавер-версии многих популярных тогда американских блюзовых песен, при этом их стиль можно было считать жестким R'n'B.
Концепция альбома такова: "Блюзы" решили расписать на всем альбоме картину дня обычного человека, который "ничего не берет от ностальгии по прошлому, в то же время не добавляет ничего к возможностям будущего" (интересная цитата с аннотации на обложке альбома).
Расписать концепцию песен можно так: Начало дня - Рассвет - Утро - Обеденный перерыв - После обеда - Вечер - Ночь. Именно последняя песня на альбоме, "Nights in White Satin", (написанная Джастином Хэйвордом (гитара, вокал) в 19 (!) лет) стала их классическим хитом на все времена.
По мне, так это лучший альбом группы за весь период её творчества, хотя я обращаю большее внимание на "On the Threshold of a Dream" (1969), множество фактов говорит об этом: и музыка, и стихи, и гармония. Чего стоит оформление обложки: если рассмотреть поближе, то можно увидеть много человеческих очертаний и многое другое. В общем, ставлю максимум, потому что это действительно "Шедевр на все времена"! |
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Challenges infinity and is soon gone.
Nighttime, to some a brief interlude,
To others the fear of solitude.
Brave Helios, wake up your steeds,
Bring the warmth the countryside needs.
2. Dawn Is A Feeling
Dawn is a feeling
A beautiful ceiling
The smell of grass
Just makes you pass
Into a dream
You're here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to
You look around you
Things they astound you
So breathe in deep
You're not asleep
Open your mind
You're here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to
Do you understand
That all over this land
There's a feeling
In minds far and near
Things are becoming clear
With a meaning
Now that you're knowing
Pleasure starts flowing
It's true life flies
Faster than eyes
Could ever see
You're here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to
3. Another Morning
Balloons flying
Children sighing
What a day to go kite flying
Breezes cool
Away from school
Cowboys fighting out a duel
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
Fishes biting
So exciting
Lunchtime sounds so inviting
Angler Bill, He gets a thrill
Sitting, watching bobbing quill
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
Yesterday's dreams
Are tomorrow's sighs
Watch children playing
They seem so wise
Mary Green
Today's a queen
One thousand dollies are a-dreaming
Cotton frocks and golden locks
Her palace is an orange box
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
4. Peak Hour
I see it all through my window it seems
Never failing like millions of bees
Our life is run
No time will be won
All they need to do-o-o-o
What can be done?
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour
Minds are subject to what should be done
Problem solved, time cannot be won
One hour a day
One hour at night
Sees crowds of people
Home in full flight
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour
It makes me want to run out and tell them
They've got time
Take a step back out and look in
I found out I've got time
Minds are subject to what should be done
Problem solved, time cannot be won
One hour a day
One hour at night
Sees crowds of people
Home in full flight
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour
5. Tuesday Afternoon
Tuesday, afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see,
Now I'm on my way,
It doesn't matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.
Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh.
I'm looking at myself, reflections of my mind,
It's just the kind of day to leave myself behind,
So gently swaying thru the fairy-land of love,
If you'll just come with me and see the beauty of
Tuesday afternoon.
Tuesday afternoon.
Tuesday, afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see,
Now I'm on my way,
It doesn't matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.
Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh.
Evening has come to pass,
The time of day doesn't last.
Evening, has earned its place today,
I'm tired of working away.
Working, living it brings,
Only way to have those things.
Toiling has bought too many tears,
Turn 'round all those past years.
Evening time to get away.
Evening time to get away.
Evening time to get away.
'Til next day.
Live all you people, you can't see where you're at,
It doesn't really hurt you, so that can't be bad.
Live all you people, you can't see where you're at,
It doesn't really hurt you, so that can't be bad.
Evening time to get away.
Evening time to get away.
6. The Sunset/Twilight Time
When the sun goes down,
And the clouds all frown,
Night has begun for the sunset.
See it with your eyes;
Earth re-energized
By the sun's rays every day.
Take a look out there,
Planets everywhere.
When the sun goes down,
And the clouds all frown,
Night has begun for the sunset.
Shadows on the ground;
Never make a sound,
Fading away in the sunset.
Night has now become
Day for everyone.
I can see it all
From this great height.
I can feel the sun
Slipping out of sight;
And the world still goes on
Through the night.
Twilight time to dream awhile,
In veils of deepening blue.
As fantasy strides, over colourfull skies,
Of form disappearing from view.
In twilight time, dream with me awhile.
A nightingale plays a dark mellow phrase,
Of notes that are rich and so true.
An aerial display by the firefly brigade,
Dancing to tunes no one knew.
In twilight time, dream with me awhile.
In twilight time, dream with me awhile.
Building castles in the air,
Whistling to the wind.
As nature bows down her head,
See what tomorrow brings.
In twilight time, dream with me awhile.
Bats take to wing like puppets on string,
Prancing through cool evening air.
In a sightless glide, no reason to hide
Away from the sun's blinding stare.
In twilight time, dream with me awhile.
In twilight time, dream with me awhile.
7. Nights In White Satin
Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.
Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.
And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I've always missed, with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
Breath deep
The gathering gloom
Watch lights fade
From every room
Bedsitter people
Look back and lament
Another day's useless
penny is spent
Impassioned lovers
Wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love
And has none
New mother picks up
And suckles her son
Senior citizens
Wish they were young
Cold hearted orb
That rules the night
Removes the colours
From our sight
Red is gray and
Yellow white
But we decide
Which is right
And
Which is an Illusion