Skyclad - 'The Sky Benneath My Feet' (official audio)
O come ye young of Hamlyn
You who know my tune so well,
Where it beckons you must follow
Be it Heaven (be it Hell).
Forget your mothers grieving
As I pipe you down the street,
With a shilling in my pocket
And the sky beneath my feet.
Chameleons bask in the 'arc-lite' reflection
Awaiting a chance curtain call,
And here from the wings
I have watched them and wondered
If God does exist after all.
On life's Ferris Wheel all the dreamers ride free
(From the top you can only go down),
No-one but yourself is to blame
If you presume to walk upon water then drown.
Now your bridges are burned
It is time that you learned there is no turning back,
All your airs and graces should vacate
Their places for the qualities you lack.
Though empty vessels made most sound
Not one wise word was said,
Vainglory hunters seek their prey
Where angels fear to tread.
FOLLOW ME--follow and I will lead,
With truth that hurts like stick and stone.
When rats that scuttled ships departed--
Birds of a feather sought their own.
To make their dreams a lantern
That outshines the brightest star,
Turn whispers into battlecries
The winds shall carry far.
When hearts shielded by conviction
Keeping beats so pure and strong,
Are at last as one united
(A communion of steel - The Sword of Song).
We gathered together as sister and brother
To dance when the world was abed,
Until the next dawn in the grey light of morning
These lambs to the slaughter were led
Out of the shadows these vagabonds congregate
(Those who have stuck to their guns),
While tinseltown satellites frantically
Circulate orbiting mirror-ball suns.
I will not play a part in this infantile farce
Your offer I decline,
Building walls of pretension to conceal your intentions
Was just a waste of time.
Though in your life of make-believe
The best things came for free,
Why should I trust my plans in the 'capable' hands
Of a shallow fool like thee.
FOLLOW ME--follow and I will lead,
With truth that hurts like stick and stone,
When rats their scuttled ships departed--
Birds of a feather sought their own.
The goose that lays the golden egg
I'll sacrifice and bury it,
If you don't believe me watch me
As upon its grave I spit,
Worldly treasures have no worth
But self-respect is beyond price,
And Hell's the best alternative
When faced with your fool's paradise.
Some say I bite the hand that feeds
But to these disillusioned eyes
'tis sweet revenge to watch it bleed
(It has only fed me lies),
The dead horses you were flogging
Could not rise and stand upon its legs,
Behold the leper-minstrel has been cured
And nevermore shall beg.
You who know my tune so well,
Where it beckons you must follow
Be it Heaven (be it Hell).
Forget your mothers grieving
As I pipe you down the street,
With a shilling in my pocket
And the sky beneath my feet.
Chameleons bask in the 'arc-lite' reflection
Awaiting a chance curtain call,
And here from the wings
I have watched them and wondered
If God does exist after all.
On life's Ferris Wheel all the dreamers ride free
(From the top you can only go down),
No-one but yourself is to blame
If you presume to walk upon water then drown.
Now your bridges are burned
It is time that you learned there is no turning back,
All your airs and graces should vacate
Their places for the qualities you lack.
Though empty vessels made most sound
Not one wise word was said,
Vainglory hunters seek their prey
Where angels fear to tread.
FOLLOW ME--follow and I will lead,
With truth that hurts like stick and stone.
When rats that scuttled ships departed--
Birds of a feather sought their own.
To make their dreams a lantern
That outshines the brightest star,
Turn whispers into battlecries
The winds shall carry far.
When hearts shielded by conviction
Keeping beats so pure and strong,
Are at last as one united
(A communion of steel - The Sword of Song).
We gathered together as sister and brother
To dance when the world was abed,
Until the next dawn in the grey light of morning
These lambs to the slaughter were led
Out of the shadows these vagabonds congregate
(Those who have stuck to their guns),
While tinseltown satellites frantically
Circulate orbiting mirror-ball suns.
I will not play a part in this infantile farce
Your offer I decline,
Building walls of pretension to conceal your intentions
Was just a waste of time.
Though in your life of make-believe
The best things came for free,
Why should I trust my plans in the 'capable' hands
Of a shallow fool like thee.
FOLLOW ME--follow and I will lead,
With truth that hurts like stick and stone,
When rats their scuttled ships departed--
Birds of a feather sought their own.
The goose that lays the golden egg
I'll sacrifice and bury it,
If you don't believe me watch me
As upon its grave I spit,
Worldly treasures have no worth
But self-respect is beyond price,
And Hell's the best alternative
When faced with your fool's paradise.
Some say I bite the hand that feeds
But to these disillusioned eyes
'tis sweet revenge to watch it bleed
(It has only fed me lies),
The dead horses you were flogging
Could not rise and stand upon its legs,
Behold the leper-minstrel has been cured
And nevermore shall beg.
Το μακρινό 1990 ο Martin Walkyier διαφώνησε με τον (κιθαρίστα) Andy Sneap για την μουσική κατεύθυνση των Sabbat και αποχώρησε. Το ίδιο έτος ένωσε τις δυνάμεις του με δύο μέλη των (θεών) Satan, τον μπασίστα Graeme English και τον κιθαρίστα Steve Ramsey, δημιουργώντας τους Skyclad.
Τον Οκτώβριο του 1991 η νεοσύστατη μπάντα μας συστήθηκε εξαπολύοντας τον "κεραυνό" με τον τίτλο "The Wayward Sons of Mother Earth"! Αν ψάχνετε για τους κορυφαίους δίσκους του συγκεκριμένου έτους, τούτο το αριστούργημα αποτελεί μία βασικότατη υποψηφιότητα.
Πως θα χαρακτήριζες την μουσική του ντεμπούτου τους; Νομίζω ότι ο όρος pagan metal είναι ότι πιο κοντά στο ύφος των Skyclad. Θεωρούνται οι "πατέρες" του folk metal ιδιώματος, κυρίως λόγω του τραγουδιού "The Widdershins Jig" (το οποίο οριοθέτησε σε μεγάλο βαθμό τα επόμενα βήματα του συγκροτήματος). Από τους κορυφαίους δίσκους στην ιστορία της heavy metal μουσικής.
Ακούμε τους Martin Walkyier (φωνητικά), Graeme English (μπάσο, κλασική κιθάρα), Steve Ramsey (κιθάρα) και Keith Baxter (τύμπανα, R.I.P. 2008). Συνεισφέρουν επίσης οι Mike Evans (βιολί), Joe "Guido" Caprani (απαγγελία στο μονόλεπτο "Pagan Man"), Dominic Miller (κλασική κιθάρα στον ύμνο "Moongleam and Meadowsweet") και Rog Patterson (πλήκτρα).
Τους (άκρως ενδιαφέροντες) στίχους "υπογράφει" ο Martin Walkyier και την (εξαιρετική) μουσική των τραγουδιών ο Graeme English και ο Steve Ramsey. Το εξώφυλλο αποτελεί δημιουργία του Garry Sharpe-Young, το οποίο την δουλειά έχουμε δει σε δίσκους (και) των Paul Di'Anno, Grim Reaper, Icarus Witch, Chateaux, Savage, Demon Eyes, Blade Runner κλπ.
Τον Οκτώβριο του 1991 η νεοσύστατη μπάντα μας συστήθηκε εξαπολύοντας τον "κεραυνό" με τον τίτλο "The Wayward Sons of Mother Earth"! Αν ψάχνετε για τους κορυφαίους δίσκους του συγκεκριμένου έτους, τούτο το αριστούργημα αποτελεί μία βασικότατη υποψηφιότητα.
Πως θα χαρακτήριζες την μουσική του ντεμπούτου τους; Νομίζω ότι ο όρος pagan metal είναι ότι πιο κοντά στο ύφος των Skyclad. Θεωρούνται οι "πατέρες" του folk metal ιδιώματος, κυρίως λόγω του τραγουδιού "The Widdershins Jig" (το οποίο οριοθέτησε σε μεγάλο βαθμό τα επόμενα βήματα του συγκροτήματος). Από τους κορυφαίους δίσκους στην ιστορία της heavy metal μουσικής.
Ακούμε τους Martin Walkyier (φωνητικά), Graeme English (μπάσο, κλασική κιθάρα), Steve Ramsey (κιθάρα) και Keith Baxter (τύμπανα, R.I.P. 2008). Συνεισφέρουν επίσης οι Mike Evans (βιολί), Joe "Guido" Caprani (απαγγελία στο μονόλεπτο "Pagan Man"), Dominic Miller (κλασική κιθάρα στον ύμνο "Moongleam and Meadowsweet") και Rog Patterson (πλήκτρα).
Τους (άκρως ενδιαφέροντες) στίχους "υπογράφει" ο Martin Walkyier και την (εξαιρετική) μουσική των τραγουδιών ο Graeme English και ο Steve Ramsey. Το εξώφυλλο αποτελεί δημιουργία του Garry Sharpe-Young, το οποίο την δουλειά έχουμε δει σε δίσκους (και) των Paul Di'Anno, Grim Reaper, Icarus Witch, Chateaux, Savage, Demon Eyes, Blade Runner κλπ.
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