Iron Maiden brings back memorys

[Turbomarco]

Wat een geweldige teksten hebben die gasten,volgens mij hadden die jongens van Maiden de hardrock een nieuwe impuls gegeven.

 

Hallowed Be Thy Name

Harris

 

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

Cos 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 there's some sort of error

Hard to stop the surmounting terror

Is it really the end not some crazy dream

 

Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming

It's not so easy to stop from screaming

But words escape me when I try to speak

Tears they flow but why am I crying

After all I am not afraid of dying

Don't believe that there is never an end

 

As the guards march me out to the courtyard

Someone calls from a cell "God be with you"

If there's a God then why has he let me die?

 

As I walk all my life drifts before me

And though the end is near I'm not sorry

Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away

 

Mark my words please believe my soul lives on

Please 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 there is just a strange illusion.

 

heerlijk toch

 

greetz Marco

[Turbomarco]

dan zijn er ook nog mensen die zeggen dat hardrock geen inhoud heeft.

 

Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Steve Harris

 

Hear the rime of the ancient mariner

See his eye 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 a 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 bad luck on the mariner

About his neck, the dead bird is hung.

 

And the curse goes on and on at sea

And the curse 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 here'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 facce 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 wished he'd die

Along with the sea creatures

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 lifelesss 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 fromhe 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 pilot's 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 this tale wherever he goes

To teach God's word by his own example

That we must love all things thaat God made.

 

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man

And the tale goes on and on and on.

[Turbomarco]

is wel de eerste maar zeker niet de beste ,dan denk ik eerder aan remember tomorrow

Remember Tomorrow

Steve Harris and Paul Di'anno

 

Unchain the colours before my eyes,

Yesterday's sorrows, tomorrow's white lies.

Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher,

I shall return from out of fire.

 

Tears for rememberance, and tears for joy,

Tears for somebody and this lonely boy.

Out in the madness, the all seeing eye,

Flickers above us, to light up the sky.

 

Unchain the colours before my eyes,

Yesterday's sorrows, tomorrow's white lies.

Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher,

I shall return from out of fire.

 

 

[DVD Fiel]

Ah - maar de tekst van Rime Of The Ancient Mariner is van Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1798 - 1834)

 

Ik zal jullie maar niet lastig vallen met de tekst van The Number Of The Beast of Ghost Of The Navigator.

[Turbomarco]

Geplaatst door Ome Henk:

De Iron Maiden songs zijn in ieder geval voorzien van mooie teksten    

Dat is zeker

 

[Peter B]

Geplaatst door Turbomarco:

Dat is zeker

 

 

 

 

Hello, let me introduce meself!

My name is Rodney. I'm immensely strong.

When I were a lad, I could lift up five navies on an end of a shovel.

The reason I never took martial arts because I was immensely fearsome and I'd

probably kill everybody I came into contact with it. I was phenomenally strong.

 

Waar komt mij dit toch bekend van voor?

 

Ik vind deze tekst beter:

Alone he sits -

a vanquished Lord upon an oaken throne,

presiding o'er this conflict

that chills him to the bone,

for each tarnished blade that festers

is a thorn thrust in his side,

and His pain alone bears witness

to the folly of mankind.

 

What hope for a king with no kingdom to rule?

now his children desert him -

regard him a fool,

and are bonded to progress -

the plough and the scythe -

that lay waste and leave barren

what beauty survives

though legends of power and glory suffice -

for these 'latter-day-heroes'

who live out their lives,

chained by conformity shackled by greed -

and told to belive they don't want to be freed.

 

The enemy within us -

is well armed to spoil and rape,

and this mighty heart grows weaker with

each liberty they take,

so come ye from the shadows

do not tremble 'neath your beds,

at the mention of his name -

hold high your weary heads.

 

For in each delve and greenwood,

far wiser creatures play,

and in their veins and sinews,

live the Gods of yesterday.

 

Both wicked and lustful

this God's horny might,

He plays hide and seek

with the shadows of the night,

enthroned in high mountains -

nobility crowned with the wisdom of ages -

the forest his gown,

so nimble the fingers that pipe out the tune,

simple and pure is the song of the moon -

that echoes each evening the ritual performed,

a lament for a God to a Devil transformed.

 

Are there men among us

prepared to face the fight

who'll stand by their convictions

'gainst overwhelming might,

so do not hide like cowards

and await the bitter end,

come take your courage in both hands

and join with me my friend.

 

For in each delve and greenwood,

far wiser creatures play,

and in their veins and sinews,

live the Gods of yesterday.

 

A God of mant faces

yet none of them are known

existing in all places at all times -

His glory shown in the majesty of nature,

let the Hymn to Pan be sung

for the myth is but a History Of A Time To Come.

 

(Repeat stanzas 2,3 & 4)

 

His name is eternal -

His power unknown,

the ruler paternal -

He watches alone,

as great cities tumble and empires fall,

admist this confusion the Hunter stands tall

[Turbomarco]

[Dirk Stoops]

Alleen hun twee eerste albums kunnen mij muzikaal nog boeien.

Vooral Killers vind ik een onge

[Turbomarco]

Geplaatst door Dirk Stoops:

Alleen hun twee eerste albums kunnen mij muzikaal nog boeien.

Vooral Killers vind ik een onge