Még ezek mintha nem lettek volna:
The Smiths: Asleep
Lou Reed: Berlin c. lemeze
Pink Floyd: The Final Cut
Roger Waters: The Pros and Cons Of Hitch Hiking
The Doors: The End
Joplin néni pár száma
Csajkovszkij VI. szimfónia :-)) (ez mintha már kilógna kissé a dal műfajból)
ja és még a Who-nak is van egy Quadrophenia c. lemeze
Hát hogy van az, kérem, hogy itt megy a Danzig meg a My Dying Bride ezerrel, ez meg senkinek sem jut eszébe:
Alone I sit, I wonder why
You dream of love and so do I
But in your sleep you cannot see
This pain which is always haunting me
What I need I'll never feel
This world is for me unreal
So I drink to darkness with a candle lit
And through the whole night alone I sit
The sleeping beauty
She stops the bleeding
She stops the bleeding in my soul
She is fresh air in this stinking world
The more I drink, the more I see
That suicide could be the key
To the place called paradise
Where pain not dwells, not hate nor lies
But if I look beyond all this
I reckon something I would surely miss
Because in my dreams I rule my life
And the sleeping beauty is my wife
Szerintem nagyon depressziv dalok vannak a Radiohead OK Computeren (The Tourist, Karma Police), de ami fokepp halalhangulatba tud hozni, az a korai Pink Floyd:
A Dark Side-ról a Time (persze ehhez a zenét is képzeljétek hozzá):
"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say."
Illetve ugyancsak a Dark Side-ról a Brain Damage és Eclipse.
"The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
"Eclipse"
All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."
Illetve még az Echoes, de az inkább hangulatilag.
Ha valaki idáig eljutott, akkor még irnék versrészleteket is, ami szintén jó halálhangulatú.
Főképp József Attila:
"Megcsaltak, úgy szerettek
Csaltál, így nem szerethetsz,
Most hát a töltött fegyvert
Szorítsd üres szivedhez"
(Meg az egész Tudod, hogy nincs bocsánat vers)
Vagy Ady.
"Holdfény alatt járom az erdőt
Vacog a fogam és fütyörészek,
Hátam mögött jön tíz-öles
Jó Csönd-herceg
És jaj nekem, ha visszanézek
Ó, jaj nekem, ha elnémulnék
Vagy fölbámulnék, föl a holdra,
Egy jajgatás, egy roppanás
Jó Csönd-herceg
Nagyot lépne és eltiporna"
(Ezek most fejből mentek, bocs az esetleges központozási vagy egyébb pontatlanságokért).
"Véget vetek az életemnek, mert semmit sem ér,
E serlegből itt most magamba öntöm a mérget,
El vagyok veszve, nem maradt remény,
Tőlem már ne várjatok folyamként omló beszédet,
Mert a szomorú vers is csak vidám szívből jöhet elő,
Én üres szívemből több nem fakad,
Vad gondolatrohanás, hív a heverő,
Már nem mondatokat formálok csak szavakat,
Miközben itt ülök és pillám leragad,
Egyre elgyengültebben mormolok,
Végül minden elsötétül elszakad,
Ébren vagyok még vagy álmodom?"
(Víg Mihály)
A blind man asked an angel
Could you please help
But was told
Take me from this altar
I won't falter
But I might fall
This bitter man would understand
Through all his life, a needle had
Been his saviour, been his God
So he tried to make a change
Tried to rearrange
Gun at his side, SUICIDE
I can't help feel I been mistreated
Won't you listen to me
Despise all that I see
All that I feel
All that I want to be
Burned, blistered and raw
Tearing apart
All that is sane to me
A wise man half pariah
Half messiah
Came to seed
Rain down blood like fire
Born to sire
Racist breed
His dominance of ignorance
Was rhetoric that made no sense
Some believed in all the lies
But in my mind I know what's wrong
Way too fucking strong
Taste the revenge on my tongue
I can't help feel I been mistreated
Won't you listen to me
Despise all that I see
All that I feel
All that I want to be
Burned, blistered and raw
Tearing apart
All that is sane to me
And now is my time to rise
And now is our time to rise
Our time
To rise
Ignorant, indignant
Promises made in
Vain
Rise, I can't see like you
Rise, I can't feel like you
Rise, never be like you
Rise, time for all us to
Rise...
Csatlakozom. Mindemellett megjegyeznem, hogy a nyolcvanas evek magyar undergroundjat tisztan es ketseg kivul e celbol (lsd.: topic) talaltak fel, pontositok, nem ongyi, csak depi celra, dehat az egyik a masikbol jon...
Ongyidepi :)
"Ha elorelato csecsemo lettel volna
felkotod magad a koldokzsinorra"
/Sziami - Ha elorelato.../
"Az ember minden nap csak felkel
és akkor semmi nem történik vele
az ember minden nap csak felkel
és aztán semmi nem történik vele "
/Kontroll Csoport - Az ember minden nap csak felkel/
az F.O. System az nagyon jo!!!
hirtelen a Silverchair jutott eszembe, az elso albumukon volt a
Suicidal Dream cimu szam
a szovege:
I dream about, how it's going to end,
Approaching me quickly,
Living a life of fear,
I only want my mind to be clear,
People making fun of me,
For no reason but jealousy,
I fantasize about my death,
I'll kill myself from holding my breath,
My suicidal dream,
Voices telling me what to do,
My suicidal dream,
I'm sure you will get yours too,
Help me, comfort me,
Stop me from feeling what I'm feeling now,
The rope is here now I'll find a use,
I'll kill myself I'll put my head in the noose,
My suicidal dream,
Voices telling me what to do,
My suicidal dream,
I'm sure you will get yours too,
Dreaming about my death,
Dreaming,
Sucidal, suicidal, suicidal dream,
My suicidal dreaam
There is a still
like
steel
like
thread
that runs through
out
from toe to shoulder
head to heel
cold as hate
as thin as hope
hard as stone
and the world always fails to ignite
the flesh conceals it all
no sparks strike
and I realize
it is life
being lived
within
without
(Anne Clark: Closed Circuit, az Unstill Life lemezrol http://www.anneclark.com/unstill_lifetxt.htm )
Hogy maradhatott ki a magyar zenek
kozul eddig a F.O.System?
Pl.
Az ongyilkos vagyak
Nem beszelnek felre,
Kihajolsz az ablakon
Es zuhansz le a melybe
...
Ha mar Joy Division, akkor engem a Passover forditott be leginkabb
"This is a crisis I knew had to come,
Destroying the balance I'd kept
Doubting, unsettling and turning around
Wondering what will come next
Is this a role that you wanted to live?
I was foolish to ask for so much
Without the protection and infancy's guard
It all falls apart at first touch"
Szonyei Tamas Az ujhullam evtizede konyvben olvastam: vmi amerikai Cure koncerten egy csavesz felugrott a szinpadra, oszt leszurta magat
Tud errol vki?
Ahogy elnézem, eddig csak a húzósabb műfajok lettek megemlítve (legalábbis amiket ismertem, azok azok közé tartoztak).
De ismeritek Vangelis Voices című CD-jét? Na annál szomorúbb és magányosabb albumot még nem hallottam. Szerintem nehéz lenne még csak hasonlót is írni... Na annak van igen súlyos hatása. Legyen csak közepesen rossz kedve valakinek, vagy érezze úgy, hogy ez a világ semmire nem jó, már nagyon le tudja nyomni az embert...
Hallottam, hogy mostanában volt egy csomó öngyilkosság egy klipp hatására. Valami Murat kekelli nevű fazon szerezte a nótát, de nem tudom ki játszotta. Tudtok valamit erről?
What is it you hope for, even though you are dying?
And even though life is closing your tiny eyes
Why did I leave them all?
I should be with them to die in the same place
The pain I think, should go on forever. For always
But no. Not mine. Not now. My life now begins
Call me what you will, but I'll die for no man, at all
My limbs and the life that spreads from them
Cross my path and you'll suffer like no man before, at all
What I hunger for, is the trial of God
For just two winters only did we live for
My God. What have you become? Dear, dear lord
We could have changed the world, had you been here with me.
Right now
Held you in my arms. In my arms, my love
Jesus wept so man could live forever on earth. In peace
But my tears. They fall for you. Only you
Igazad van:) Amikor meghallottam valami mocskos niggerrapet a Pink Floyd: The Wall alapjain, es ujabban a Final Countdown trancesiteset, aszittem ugrok. Meg szerencse, hogy csak foldszint van:)
