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Essa é para quem gosta de misticismo, e é um excelente exemplo de combinação entre letra e música: enquanto a criação está “latente” a música se mantém em “ponto morto”, até q o narrador repete 3 vezes o antológico “Primary Procreation Is Accomplished” (que eu até hj fico arrepiado de ouvir), e aí com o surgimento do homem entra o baixo e a música “começa” de verdade…talvez o melhor álbum (Ocean) de uma das melhores bandas que já saiu da Alemanha. Para os que não conhecem, façam bom uso do botão de play aí embaixo (ou do link de “Baixar mp3″)…

Incarnation Of The Logos
(Eloy)

No native soil, no ocean, no salty wave
No sky above
No living being, no movement, no colours, no elements
No eye to see anything- complete emptiness
Before all was nothing?

The moon, companion of the sun,
touching celestial globe, motionless starry sky
The planets don’t know where to move
They are unaware of puissance and of hope
Intrinsic virtues awake!

All of a sudden appears a light, horizons open wide
Voices fill the air
And The Gods Made Love!
The layers tremble and raise in staggering
And words transform into flesh and blood

The act of uppermost magic has begun
Impulses working on and on
Movement here and there
Vibrations Move The Atmosphere!

Transcendental forces penetrate
The planet we call Earth
And all spheres of the universe
All the elements burst!

A warm powerful breeze inspires inanimate matter
And a creature, shaky reeling on two legs
Extends it’s hands shivering against the sky
Primary Procreation Is Accomplished!

MAN arises out of dusty clouds
Eyes are staring all around
Ears are noticing unknown sounds
Legs are pounding on the ground

Now Man knows he’s not alone
So his hands take up the stone
Anxiety to hold his own
Fighting for the creatures throne

Man forms tribes to enlarge his chance
To survive the primeval living-dance
The strongest ones fight for leadership
And by these fights they attain the grip
On the weaker ones who become suppressed
By their violence
So are we possessed by the same ideas
In a world
That’s full of fears and tears and “progresses”

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Atire a primeira pedra quem nunca “se achou” nessa letra.

Welcome to the Machine
(Pink Floyd)

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been?
It’s alright we know where you’ve been.
You’ve been in the pipeline, filling in time,
Provided with toys and “Scouting for Boys”.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didn’t like school, and you
know you’re nobody’s fool,
So welcome to the machine.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream?
It’s alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star,
He played a mean guitar,
He always ate in the Steak Bar.
He loved to drive in his Jaguar.
So welcome to the Machine.

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Eu ainda lembro que na minha adolescência a minha impressão de David Bowie não era das melhores – provavelmente graças ao clip de Let’s Dance que rolava direto na MTV. Foi só muitos anos depois, quando escutei o Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars que eu “perdi o preconceito”, por assim dizer. Esse é um dos sons dessa época. Dêem uma sacada na letra, é bem sombria porém maravilhosa. Enjoy!

My Death
(David Bowie)

My death waits like an old roue
So confident, Ill go his way
Whistle to him
And the passing time…

My death waits like a Bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
We drank for that -
The passing time..

My death waits like
A witch at night
As surely as our love is right
Lets not think of that or the passing time

But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do…
Angel or devil, I dont care
For in front of that door…
There is you.

My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime
For the passing time…

My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times
Before it ends
Lets not think about
And the passing time…

My death waits there, between your thighs,
Your cool fingers will close my eyes,
Lets not think about the passing time.

For whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do…
Angel or devil, I dont care
For in front of that door…
There is you.

My death waits there among the leaves
In magicians mysterious sleeves,
Rabbits and dogs, and the passing time…

My death waits there, among the flowers
Where the blackest shadows cowers
So lets pick lilacs
The passing time..

My death waits there, in a double bed
Sails of oblivion and my head
Lets not think about
The passing time.

But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do…
Angel or devil, I dont care
For, in front of that door…
There is me.

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