Стихи песен ваших любимых групп, которые по вашему мнению передают творческую суть этих групп.

Вот текст песни I'm Going Slightly Mad, группа Queen.
Имхо, эти стихи во многом отражают поздний период творчества этой великой группы.

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When the outside temperature rises
And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear
Are they trying to tell you something
You're missing that one final screw
You're simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you haven't got a clue

I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - ooh oh
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad
Oh dear

I'm one card short of a full deck
I'm not quite the shilling
One wave short of a shipwreck
I'm not my usual top billing
I'm coming down with a fever
I'm really out to sea
This kettle is boiling over
I think I'm a banana tree
Oh dear

I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - uh huh
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad
Oh dear

Ooh ooh ah ah
Ooh ooh ah ah
I'm knitting with only one needle
Unravelling fast it's true
I'm driving only three wheels these days
But my dear how about you

I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened
It finally happened - oh yes
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad
Just very slightly mad

And there you have it

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Привет!

vasil ibn rashit, Хендрикс отдельная фигура, да. Надо мне перечитать его стихи, тогда вернусь к нему, а пока просто снимаю шляпу.

Флейтист, в роке, который изначально строился на трех аккордах, вообще много великолепных песен на этих самых трех аккодрах. Однако, если какой-то исполнитель всю свою жизнь давит эти три аккорда, то это очень, скажем мягко, однообразно. Маленький Ричард, Чак Берри, Карл Перкинз, как отцы-основатели жанра, имели на это право. Когда Пол Маккартини раз тридцать повторяет Why Don't We Do It In The Road под те же самые три аккорда, вряд и найдется человек настолько пристрастный, который отнесет эту песню к гениальным. Многие дурачатся в роке, ну, и хорошо, славно, веселятся люди и других веселят, смешно слушать под настроение. Но вот когда современные группы бравируют своим грубым примитивизмом, как это делал панк, это и не смешно и не впечатляет, бо к нашему времени столкьо всего талантливого и великолепного сделали самые разные мастера в роке, что просто стыдно делается когда слушаешь этих идейных примитивистов. Я-то всегда стихи тоже слушаю, поскольку песня без стихов не существует. И если ты говоришь, что "то есть, конечно, песня с хорошими словами - это здорово, но песня со случайным набором слов ничем не хуже" - это у тебя уж слишком смелая мысль выходит, на мой взгляд, причем никак не проиллюстрированная. Желательно было бы увидеть несколько примеров-сравнений этих самых равноценных по-твоему песен со смыслои и без него. Хотя боюсь, что ты все равно не сможешь меня убедить в своей правоте, поскольку я не могу считать песню с монотонным многократным повтором "Ударь придурка бейсбольной битой" гениальной.

еж ушастый

вот чтобы заинтересовать - наиболее любимые для меня тексты Хендрикса

Wind Cries Mary

After all the jacks are in their boxes and the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red and the wind whispers mary

A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday’s life
Somewhere a queen is weeping somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind it cries mary

The traffic lights they turn of blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sails downstream cause the life that lived is is dead
And the wind screams mary

Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past
And with this crutch it’s old age and it’s wisdom
It whispers no this will be the last
And the wind cries mary


Voodoo Child(Slight Return

Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Yeah
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island
Might even raise a little sand
Yeah

Cause I’m a voodoo child
Lord knows I’m a voodoo child baby

I want to say one more last thing

I didn’t mean to take up all your sweet time
I’ll give it right back to ya one of these days
Hahaha

I said I didn’t mean to take up all your sweet time
I’ll give it right back one of these days
Oh yeah

If I don’t meet you no more in this world then uh
I’ll meet ya on the next one
And don’t be late
Don’t be late

Cause I’m a voodoo child voodoo child
Lord knows I’m a voodoo child
Hey hey hey

I’m a voodoo child baby

I don’t take no for an answer

Question no
Yeah


Castles Made Of Sand

Down the street you can hear her scream you’re a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green

And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually

A little indian brave who before he was ten,
Played wargames in the woods with his indian friends
And he built up a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fearless warrior indian cheif
Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until
Tomorrow he would sing his first warsong and fight his first battle
But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually

There was a young girl, whos heart was a frown
’cause she was crippled for life,
And she couldn’t speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she could stop living,
So she decided to die
She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled you won’t hurt me no more
But then a sight she’d never seen made her jump and say
Look a golden winged ship is passing my way

And it really didn’t have to stop, it just kept on going...

And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually

еще вот этот классный

Belly Button Window

WELL I'M UP HERE IN THIS WOMB
I'M LOOKIN' ALL AROUND
HMM MM MM
WELL I'M LOOKIN' OUT MY BELLY BUTTON WINDOW
AND I SEE A WHOLE LOT OF FROWNS
AND I'M WONDERIN' IF THEY DON'T WANT ME, AROUND

WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE FUSS OUT THERE
JUST WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE HANG
CAUSE YOU KNOW IF YOU DON'T WANT ME THIS TIME AROUND
YEAH, I'LL BE GLAD TO GO BACK TO SPIRIT LAND
AND EVEN TAKE A LONGER REST
BEFORE A COMIN' DOWN THE CHUTE AGAIN
MAN I SURE REMEMBER THE LAST TIME, BABY
THEY WERE STILL TALKIN' ABOUT ME THEN
SO IF YOU DON'T WANT ME NOW
MAKE UP YOUR MIND
WHERE OR WHEN
MAKE UP YOUR MIND
IF YOU DON'T WANT ME NOW
GIVE OR TAKE
YOU ONLY GOT TWO-HUNDRED DAYS
CAUSE I AIN'T COMIN' DOWN THIS WAY TOO MUCH MORE, AGAIN

YOU KNOW THEY GOT PILLS FOR ILLS, AND THRILLS, AND EVEN SPILLS
BUT I THINK YOUR JUST A LITTLE TOO LATE
SO I'M COMIN' DOWN INTO THIS WORLD DADDY
REGARDLESS OF LOVE AND HATE
I'M GONNA SIT UP IN YOUR BED MAMMA
AND JUST A GRIN RIGHT IN YOUR FACE
AND THEN I'M GONNA EAT UP ALL YOUR CHOCOLATES
HA, AND SAY I HOPE I'M NOT TOO LATE

IF THERE'S ANY QUESTIONS MAKE UP YOUR MIND
GIVE OR TAKE
IF THERE'S ANY QUESTIONS MAKE UP YOUR MIND
GIVE OR TAKE
YOU GOT ONLY TWO-HUNDRED DAYS

AND I'M LOOKIN' OUT MY BELLY BUTTON WINDOW
AND I SWARE I SEE NOTHING BUT A LOT OF FROWNS
AND I WON'T LIVE IF THEY DON'T WANT ME, AROUND

Привет!

vasil, я (очень условно) делю творчество Хендрикса для себя на динамичные вещи и "плывущие", то что называют groovy или еще psychodelic. Мне жутко у него нравится и по музыке и по стихам вот эта вещь:

CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC

You jump in front of my car when you, you know all the time that
ninety miles an hour, girl, is the speed I drive.
You tell me it's alright, you don't mind a little pain.
You say you just want me to take you for a ride.

You're just like CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC, so hard to get through to you.
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC, I don't need to run over you.
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC, all you do is slow me down
and I'm tryin' to get on the other side of town.

I'm not the only soul who's accused of hit and run,
tire tracks all across your back, uh-huh, I can see you had your fun.
But a darlin', can't you see my signals turn from green to red
and with you I can see a traffic j am straight up ahead.

You're just like CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC, so hard to get through to you.
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC, I don't need to run over you.
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC, all you do is slow me down
and I got better things on the other side of town.

Yeh now CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC, look out, look out, baby, let me through.
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC yeh, look out.
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC yeh, look out, look out, look out.
CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC yeh, look out, watch that street.

Она незамысловатая, но очень боевая, динамичная, бьет в точку и простотой стихов и умным подбором инструментов, очень Хендриковская. А из "плывущих" его песен, пожалуй, дух Хендрикска для меня наиболее воплотился и живет в Rainy Day, Dream Away:


Rainy Day, Dream Away by Jimi Hendrix
Hey man, take a look out the window 'n' see what's happenin'
Hey man, it's rainin'
It's rainin' outside man
Aw, don't worry 'bout that
Everything's gonna be everything
We'll get into somethin' real nice you know
Sit back and groove on a rainy day
Yeah
Yeah I see what you mean brother, lay back and groove.

Rainy day, dream away
Ah let the sun take a holiday
Flowers bathe an' ah see the children play
Lay back and groove on a rainy day.

Well I can see a bunch of wet creatures, look at them on the run
The carnival traffic noise it sings the tune splashing up 'n'
Even the ducks can groove rain bathin' in the park side pool
And I'm leanin' out my window sill diggin' ev'rything
And ah and you too.

Rainy day, rain all day
Ain't no use in gettin' uptight
Just let it groove its own way
Let it drain your worries away yeah
Lay back and groove on a rainy day hey
Lay back and dream on a rainy day

Пол Маккартни - огромный, многогранный талант, цельный характер, боец, оптимист, умница. Маккартни для меня, его характер, его жизненная позиция, которой он остается верен всю свою жизнь, за что я его очень уважаю отдельно, воплотился вот в этих строках:

Try to see it my way
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long
We can work it out
We can work it out

Их отголоски звучат у Маккартни из альбома в альбом.

Jimi Hendrix - Voodoo Child (slight return)
Вне конкуренции просто, реальный вуду чайлд

just-believer, а первую половину творчества Queen какими их стихами ты бы охарактеризовал?

Йоко Оно как то назвала Imagine кристаллизацией чувств и идей Джона. Хотя, думаю, многие готовы здесь поспорить.

"Anarhy in UK", думаю, вполне передают творческую суть Sex Pistols

Привет!

Читающий гражданин, спасибо! Я как раз относительно Imagine как квинтэссенции чувств и мыслей Джона спорить не стану, принимаю, песня эта великая тем, что действительно очень много в себя вобрала.