Black Sabbath

Папан! А на тексты песен ты внимания не обращаешь? Интересно...

И еще: ты не мог бы подробнее рассказать про первый альбом BS? Я из него только три песни слышал, на сборнике... А говорят, альбом очень крутой.

Alice Cooper***
О том,что тексты для меня значат очень мало,я говорил довольно часто,была даже соответствующая тема.Насчёт первого альбома Саббат :давно не слушал.Да и вообще из тяжмаша 70-х более-менее регулярно слушаю только Маунтин и реже Цеппелин.Остальное давно пройденный этап.

Тексты то да, но не только в них весь смысл, а в BS тону все больше и больше, как вам BS с R.J. Dio?

To papan: а что значит давно пройденный этап? В смысле Вам другое уже просто надоело или же посложнее музыку стали слушать и та уже Вам примитивной кажется?

Whiteheep***
Наверное это не зависит от сложности,ведь я с одинаковым удовольствием слушаю и джаз и блюз.Скорее перегорело.Хотя если случайно (по радио )слышу Дип Пёрпл или Юрая Хип,то становится приятно,но это больше связано с ностальгией,потому что новые их работы не зажигают.А вот Оззи 90-х иногда слушаю.

А вот Оззи мне как-раз то периода Блэк Саббат нравится.

Ну ребята, вы даете! А Blizard Of Ozz (1980)? А Darty Of Madman (1981)? Неужели не слыхали?

Felix: Честно говоря, BS с Дио почти не слышал, только пару вещей. Но альбом Heaven and Hell (1980) все хвалят. Если он у тебя есть, просвети... А вот альбом с Гилланом (1983) мне нравицца!

2AC - С Дио рекомендую - Heaven and Hell (1980) и Live Evil (1983), а The Mob Rules (1981) и 1992 - DEHUMANIZER (1992) Мне нравяться чуть-чуть меньше, но тоже прикольные альбомчики, обязательно послушай.

Blizzard of Ozz и Diary of a Madman нужно слушать хотя бы потому,что там играет Randy Rhoads.

Felix: А что ты там плел про девчонок, которые в жизни мало что смыслят? Про Оззи то мне понятно, а про них - нет.

ЗЫ: Как называется альбом с Гилланом?

Папан: а за что тебя поздний Оззи прикалывает?

Alice Cooper***
Не скажу ,что "прикалывают",но у него хорошие музыканты -Зак Уайлд,Дин Кастроново,даже Рик Уэйкман...

1983 - BORN AGAIN


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Trashed [4:10]
Stonehenge [1:57]
Disturbing the Priest [5:48]
The Dark [0:31]
Zero the Hero [7:45]
Digital Bitch [3:35]
Born Again [6:30]
Hot Line [4:50]
Keep it Warm [5:34]

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Все треки написаны Iommi / Gillan / Butler / Ward
Кроме Hot Line & Keep It Warm - Iommi / Gillan / Butler

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Tony Iommi - Лидер гитара & флейта
Geezer Butler - Бас гитара
Ian Gillan - Вокал
Bill Ward - Барабаны
Geoff Nichols - Клавишные
Продюссер Robin Black & Black Sabbath
Инженер Robin Black & Steve Chase
Записано в The Manor Studio, Shipton on Cherwell, Oxfordshire, England

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TRASHED

It really was a meeting
The bottle took a beating
The ladies of the manor
Watched me climb into my car and
I was going down the track about a hundred and five
They had the stop-watch rolling
I had the headlights blazing I was really alive
And yet my mind was blowing
I drank a bottle of tequila and I feel real good
I had the tape deck roaring
But on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn
I went of exploring
I knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make it
I was turning tires burning
The ground was in my sky
I was laughing the bitch was trashed
And death was in my eye

I had started pretty good and I was feeling my way
I had the wheels in motion
There was Peter and the Green fly laughing like drains
Inebriation
The crowd was roaring I was at Brands Hatch
In my imagination
But at the canal turn I hit an only patch
Inebriation

Ooh Mr. Miracle you saved me from some pain
I thank you Mr. Miracle I won't get trashed again
Ooh can you hear my lies
Don't you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes

So we went back to the bar and hit the bottle again
But there was no tequila
Then we started on the whisky just to steady our brains
'Cos there was no tequila
And as we drank a little faster at the top of our hill
We began to roll
And as we get trashed we were laughing still
Well bless my soul



Stonehenge

Instrumental.

DISTURBING THE PRIEST

Let's try getting to the sky
Hang on or you're going to die
Sour life can turn sweet
It's laying at your feet
Sweet child with an innocent smile
Watched closely all the while
Don't be fooled when he cries
Keep looking at the eyes

Good life is contradiction
Because of the crucifixion
If you're ready and have the need
I will take your soul and plant my seed

You just gotta listen to the night at the ending of the day
You just gotta listen to the night as safety slips away
Moving out of sight are the things you need to see to feel
And as they slip away becoming so unreal unreal
You just gotta listen to the night as you're going up stairs
You just gotta listen to the night and don't forget to say your prayers
And as you lose control to the eyes in dark disguise
And icy fingers fan electric lies

We're disturbing the priest
Won't you please come to our feast
Do we mind disturbing the priest
Not at all not at all not in the least

The force of the devil is the darkness the priest has to face
The force of the night will destroy him but will not disgrace
To get into his mind and to his soul you gotta set a light
The flames of doubt so deep inside inside
The devil and the priest can't exist if one goes away
It's just like the battle of the sun and the moon and the night and day
The force of the devil that we're all told to fear
Watched out for religion when he gets too near too near

The Dark

Instrumental.

ZERO THE HERO

Accept the fact that you're second rate life is easy for you
It's all served up on a gold plated plate
And we don't even have to talk to you
Your face is normal that's the way you're bred
And that's the way you're going to stay
Your head is firmly nailed to your TV channel
But someone else's finger's on the control panel

What you gonna be brother - Zero the hero
Don't you wanna be brother - Zero the hero
When you gonna be brother - Zero the hero
Impossibility impissibolity mother really a hero

You sit there watch it all burn down
It's easy and breezy for you
You play your life to a different sound
No edge no edge you got no knife have you
Your life is a six lane highway to nowhere
You're going so fast you're never ever gonna get down there
Where the heroes sit by the river
With a magic in their music as they eat raw liver

You stand there captain we all look
You really are mediocre
You are the champion in the Acme form book
But I think you're just a joker
Your freedom life ain't so much of a pity
But the luv-a-duckin' way you're walkin' around
The city with your balls and your head full of nothing
It's easy for you sucker but you really need stuffing



DIGITAL BITCH

She wears her leather just to satisfy
She really throws it around
There ain't one thing she can't afford to buy
She's the richest bitch in town

Her big fat daddy was a money machine
He made a fortune from computers
She's got more money than I've ever seen
But she's a greedy emotional looter

Keep away from the digital bitch
She's so rich the digital bitch

She's got five rollers and a fine estate
A big house upon hill
She throws parties just to celebrate
Her life is just one ginormous thrill

She buys poor people just to have around
She has a trophy for each lover
The bitch is rich but baby pound for pound
She's got a lot more to discover

Maybe she could please me if I saw beneath her veil
But she's just imitation woman up for sale

She got so famous that she's on TV
She's got a professional smile
But I switch over 'cos she ain't for me
She disturbs me all the while

She looks so happy but she's got it wrong
She's always going faster
She sings her life to such a different song
She needs a loving and dominant master



BORN AGAIN

As you look through my window
Deep into my room
At the tapestries all faded
Their vague and distant glories
Concealed in the gloom
The icy fingers of forgotten passions
Softly brushing my lips
At the tips of my primitive soul

As you look through my door
Deep into my room
Can you feel the mighty wall of power
It's waiting waiting in the gloom
The distant shadows of forgotten champions
Those who live in me still
And will rise when we challenge and kill

Born again
You'll be born again

Look at this prince of evil
Fighting for your mind
Fighting all priests of shame
For the thrust of my challenge is aimed
At the hearts of mutant gods
Who think we're all the same
They're controlling our minds
And they use us for fortune and fame

As you look through my window
Deep into my room
At your future and freedom
The grey and plastic retards all floating in circles
And as you taste the fruits of new sensations
Softly brushing your lips
As we rise when we challenge and kill

Born again
You'll be born again

If you want to be a king for a day
Just do what I say

Everybody's got to think like a hunter
Just search for your pray

Be alive through the night and the day
Just do it my way



HOT LINE

Take me to the river baby drink my wine
When I'm going down won't you throw me a line
Lead me to religion take me up them stairs
When I take a tumble will you say me some prayers

When will you show me a sign
When will you throw me a line

Help me to the answer baby set me free
I'm torn between the devil and the deep blue sea
Maybe if you wanted you could save my face
Keep me out of trouble and I'm living disgrace

Show me to a sucker and you'll see my name
Standing in a line with the shadows of fame
Lead me to a legend take me up them stairs
When I take a tumble will you say me some prayers



KEEP IT WARM

Sweet woman are you feeling right
What was it that you did last night
You made me crazy you made me fly
I can't forget the hungry look in your eye
Ooh what's the matter with me?
I'm just a runner I was born free
But since I met you I can't leave you alone
I'm leaving now but I'll be coming home

Keep it warm rat the place by your side
Nobody's gonna take away our magical ride
Keep it warm for when we talk on the phone
Don't forget will you pretty one that your man is coming home

D'you hear the rumour that is going around
Say I'm ruined 'cos I've settled down
It's not true well maybe half and half
You know I love you but I still like a laugh
Ooh I'm feeling fine I got it right for the first time
Sweet woman I can't stay for long but everybody will be prove wrong

I'm like a gypsy I need to roam
But don't worry I'll be coming home
I need the danger I need the thrill
I need to know what is over each hill
Ooh I'm a different man I'm still running but you understand
Since I met you I can't leave you alone
I'm leaving now but I'll be coming home



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Ну Феликс.... Да ты просто т. Дзерджинский!:))))))))))))

Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!

Хм (краснея) Стараюсь!

Товарищъ *Alice Cooper* - как ты можешь рассуждать про Саббат не слышав 1й альбом?
Это настолько святое - что рассказывать сложно. Каке-то переплетение чувств, эмоций и воспоминаний...
"What is this, that stands before you?..."

Кроме того - если Саббат это Хард-Рок то Цеппелины это скорее Хард-Рок-Блюз (по моей классификации).
Звук мягче и лиричнее чем у Саббата, но с музыкальной точки зрения Цеппелиновские композиции очень глубокие и наверное более сложные для понимания чем Саббат. Их трудно сравнивать.
Я стал понимать Цеппелиновский PRESENCE лишь через 2 года после того как стал слушать Цеппелинов. И только потом (почитав умных книжек) понял почему.

Но на концертах они (Цеппелины) переплюнут и Саббат и Купера (по крайней мере в 70х годах).
То как они импровизировали на концертах можно сравнить разве что с Хендриксом ;-)

-=Zepplock=-***
Насчёт PRESENCE правильно,не сразу доходит.

Zepplock:

Знаешь, твой псевдоним мне явно говорит о твоем пристрастии к Цеппелинам. А будучи пристрастным, сложно быть объективным. Но я тебя в этом не сильно виню, ибо и сам страдаю тем же.

Дорогой мой!!! Умение импровизировать еще ни о чем не говорит. В конце концов перфоратор, которым сверлят дыры в асфальте, импровизирует гораздо лучше, чем все рок-музыканты мира, вместе взятые. Количество извлекаемых нот (и аккордов) в секунду еще не говорит о подлинном мастерстве. Что касается рок-гитаристов, то мой любимый вообще - это Дэвид Гилмор. Он почти никогда не импровизирует. Ему это не нужно.

И вообще любезный!!! Ну и что, что я не слышал полностью первый альбом Саббата? Как будто я других не слышал...

И потом: Я отнюдь не рассуждаю, а всего лишь интересуюсь главным образом. Это что касается BS. А вот про Купера могу рассуждать сколь угодно. Потому что кое-что знаю про него чуть больше, чем ты.

LZ я уважаю. Но не понимаю. Не врубаюсь. Хотя, в свое время добросовестно прослушивал все их альбомы, по 1975 год включительно (Physical Graffity). Думаю достаточно, чтобы получить представление. До сих пор валяются где-то.

И потом насчет товарища: Подвинься, братан!!! Тамбовский волк тебе товарищ!!!

Папан: Коль уж скоро ты такой знаток жанров, то Купер это тебе не глэм отнюдь, дорогой мой, а SHOCK-ROCK!!! Это не одно и тоже!!