the wake of magellan
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savatage'in aynı adı taşıyan albümlerinden mükemmel bi şarkı. özellikle parçanın sonlarına doğru başlayan, yaklaşık 1,5 dakikalık kanon kısmı grubun ne derecede aşmış olduğunu gösteriyor.
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savatage'in 1998 cikishli albumu..grubun 11 yildir surekli yukselen cizgisinde bi duraklama olarak gorulebilir, ama yine de mukemmelikten uzak bi album denilemez, haksizlik olur..
grubun kadrosu dead winter dead'inkiyle aynidir..konsept albumudur ve meshur eski denizci victor magellan'in soyundan geldigini iddia eden hector hikayenin odak noktasidir..the hourglass ve the wake of magellan gibi iki gorkemli eser dikkatleri oncelikle cezbetmekle beraber, diger parcalar da cok basarilidir, misal vermek gerektiginde turns to me, another way, morning sun, anymore gibi sarkilari saymak vaciptir.. -
the wake of magellan ve the hourglass ta yanilmiyorsam eger deli kanonlar vardir. hele the wake of magellan daki kanonu arkadaslarinizla yapmaya asla kasmayin. biz denedik olmuyor.
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(bkz: kanon)
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turns to mede oldugunu sandigim bir solo vardir bu albumde,beynimle takip edemedigim bir$eydir.
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bir gün dinlerken sağır olacağım, bitimindeki kanon kısmını her seferinde en aşağı beş kez başa alıp tekrar tekrar dinlediğim müthiş savatage şarkısı. sözleri aşağıdaki gibidir:
as he stood upon the watch deck
looking out onto the sea
it would offer no solutions
only silent company
so he took hold of the reasons
as he tried to understand
but they offered just confusion
as they bled into his hands
dear god
couldn't you decide
what should happen to a man's assassins
dear god
is it suicide
i have never been a man of passions
i believe what the prophets said
that the oceans hold their dead
but at night when the waves are near
they whisper
and i hear
there are wounds that bleed inside us
there are wounds we never see
they are part of our refinements
that allow a man to be
there are wounds that bleed in silence
with aristocratic grace
there are tears we keep beside them
never seen upon a face
dear god
do you think it's wise
to remember everything that 's ever happened
dear god
could we compromise
or must the shadows of this night be everlasting
i believe what the prophets said
that the oceans hold their dead
as i contemplate this stand
what i do
is who i am
i believe what the prophets said
that the oceans hold their dead
but at night when the waves are near
they whisper
and i hear
don't see the storms are forming
don't see or heed the warning
don't hear the sound of tyrants
surrounded by the silence
columbus and magellan and de gama
sailed upon the ocean
in a world of ignorance
with thoughts so primitive
that men were killed
with no more will
than that they simply had the notion
but in this world of heartless men
this thing they never did
don't hear it
don't hear it
don't hear it
don't hear it
got to keep it underground
pretend you never heard a sound
if they find it kill it blind it
if they find it kill it blind it
lord tell me what is to be
lord tell me what is to be
they whisper and i hear -
paul o'neill in sözleriyle konsept tam olarak şöyledir... (lirikler değil...)
the ocean - instrumental
"when the night will gather darkness
and black clouds unadorned
only poets, dreams and madmen
will sail into the storm"
welcome
"his life was nearly over
as he stood upon the beach
thinking about death and the ocean
while still safely out of reach
and he held there in his hand
a well worn hourglass
and though the sand was still inside
soon this too would pass
then he knelt to touch the water
where the waves would gently fall
thinking here i touch the ocean
and the ocean touches all
for from a line of countless sailors
he was the last man of his kind
and the world had changed around him
he had no mountains left to climb
and his last name was magellan
a descendant of the same
or so he said in late night bars
though few believed his claim
and so he now talked with the ocean
as he had often done before
but now the waves spoke back to him
as he walked along the shore
for eighty years plus seven
he had been upon this earth
and all of them but eight
he'd spent on that ocean since his birth
but he was not the only one
who walked along this coast
there was a lady old and pale
to some nearly a ghost
she had once been a great beauty
it was rumored in some bars
when she'd left here many years before
to become a movie star
but every wish is not to be
ahh this in time she learned
and when her final chance had passed
back here she had returned
and everyday at six o'clock
she came to a small cafe
and had herself a glass of wine
and then she'd walk away
to others she was gray and old
not the beauty she'd been before
but it did not matter what she was
what mattered was what he saw
and so for near three years now
he'd watch her everyday
and though they always were so close
he felt so far away
for he could never quite arrange
the words inside his mind
that he could say to make her stay
and he was running out of time
he could not find the words to say
to such a work of dreams
and so he watched her walk away
and always stayed unseen"
turns to me
"so he now turned to the ocean
saying it was never meant to be
and the ocean never said a word
though in truth she disagreed
and on the sand before him
while the waves broke gently white
the ocean listened carefully
as he told her of his life
i have been around the world
i've pursued the moon in flight
i have read the words of shakespeare
by a midnight arctic light
i have run between the dragon's teeth
and lived to tell the tail
i have danced across a stardust sky
and never left a trail
i've seen things few could imagine
and i never will forget
but i've never had a family
and this i do regret
now all i've loved have gone before me
and of the future i have great doubts
and though it seems i still have time left
i now feel time i can do without
and i have wondered to myself
why should death set its own time
is it just a final jest from fate
to add onto her other crimes?
for i have no wish to wait around
while all my senses fade
and one by one return the gifts
that youth so freely gave
wired to some cold machine
that maps my every breath
and signals at the proper time
less they should miss my death
and all this service i suspect
is less done by goodwill
than by the fear that they should miss
a final chance to bill
so i've decided to leave this world
and have devised a plan
to sail to sea in a small boat
well out of sight of land
to sail once more upon the deep
like a viking to his resting place
then slip forever neath the waves
an exit with some grace
and the ship shall be my coffin
on this last voyage that i take
and my trail left through the water
will be my final wake
i have done more than thought about this
on my life i've closed every door
i have left a will beside my bed
and the boat is there offshore
and all i ask is your assistance
when that ship is well away from the land
that you send a storm to embrace us
and take us gently in your hand
when he had finished speaking
some points the ocean did concede
but when he said his final word
she once more disagreed
i'll think about this if i may
i need not rush the tide
for in this world of too little time
there's always time to die
you seem so eager to end this life
and with your death to dance
that you ignored his putrid breath
now perfumed with romance
the sailor said you cannot understand
the needs or wants of men
so i'll ask you once more for your help
and i shall not ask again
then the ocean pulled her waves back
and beckoned him stand near
and when he had stepped closer
she whispered in his ear
that every man
is born you see
beneath the sword
damocles
for young and old
are all alive
on that next beat
on which we ride
and that beat is such
a fragile thing
in both old men
or youthful king
and that beat
stands all alone you see
between us
and black eternity
and though death is surely
each man's fate
until that time
let each man wait
so be careful as you go through life
what you romanticize
i find such things are rarely true
and far more rarely wise
the sailor then listened carefully
and every thought was filed
and though he was still not quite convinced
he agreed to wait awhile
and meanwhile further down the beach
there stood a younger man
and he too felt the sand of time
was running through his hands
but this youth felt they ran too fast
as he stood near a rusting dock
and heard the waves marking time
like some relentless clock
he felt his future was not here
of this he had no doubt
and even though he was eighteen
his time was running out"
morning sun
"now his thoughts gave way to anger
and he loudly cursed at fate
that in a world of opportunities
that he was doomed to wait
that his life could be predestined
to be stuck here on this shore
he could not make himself believe
that there was nothing more"
another way
"and as he stood there cursing fate
for making life so hard
it seemed that fate had listened
for she dealt another card
for arriving in the harbour
silhouetted against the sky
was a ship bound for america
and her name, "maersk dubai"
and so when no one else was looking
and the ship was safely moored
he waited for his moment
then he quickly snuck on board
then he found himself a hiding place
between two crates of iron ware
and as for distant america
in his mind he was already there
but what he was unaware of
as they sailed away from shore
was that there were other stowaways
and he was one of four
and meanwhile the old sailor
had walked right past that pier
while still conversing with the ocean
on the strengths of his idea
and as he walked he came upon
a youth he thought asleep
but the ocean said that he was not
and brushed a wave against his feet
and when the young man didn't stir
but lay quite still instead
the sailor took a closer look
and saw that he was dead
and all around the body
was something he had never seen
little cellophane packages
marked "blackjack guillotine"
and so he asked the ocean
what these strange packets were
and she answered they held the heroin
that in his blood the youth had stirred
and it is certainly a sign
that things have gotten out of hand
when one can purchase ones own death
and choose it by the brand"
blackjack guillotine
"the sailor asked how so young a man
could have fallen into such a trap
and the ocean said the first time was with a friend
who now can't take it back
it was a friendly gesture
as they all claim at the time
when that friend or kindly stranger
free of charge gave him his first line
to harm this boy they're sure to say
was never our intent
and we were as shocked as anyone
with just how far he went
he never thought it dangerous
as he stuck it in his vein
that a needle that had seemed so short
could reach straight into his brain
it was upon this very beach
that his first line was tried
and who'd have thought way back then
that here is where he'd die
if these words seem repetitious
and the subject beaten dead
the reason that i still say it
is it still needs to be said"
paragons of innocence
"then the sailor picked a coat up
that had been laying there
and placed it over the body
and then he said a little prayer
and the ocean brought in on a wave
an old waterlogged wreath
and pushed it up along the sand
till it touched the dead man's feet
and written on that wreath
in letters of gold foil
was the name veronica guerin
but the letters were bent and soiled
the sailor said i see these flowers
that you so kindly gave
are obviously from far away
and from another's grave
and i cannot help but to think
the sailor gently said
that it's unwise in god eyes
to steal flowers from the dead
the ocean said please trust me friend
this gift will cause no pain
and the person to whom they once belonged
would surely say the same
you see this wreath was from the funeral
of a woman who showed no fear
of men who lived in mansions
bought with other people's tears
of men who lived in mansions
bought with bits of others lives
who at night still hugged their children
and brought gifts home to their wives
with money made from heroin
and packets of cocaine
and if a buyer overdosed
they never felt the pain
there were many flowers at her funeral
but none for this boy i fear
so the wind has blown this wreath to me
and i have brought it here
she gave her life to stop the spread
of drugs among her kind
and if we leave these flowers for this boy
i'm sure she wouldn't mind"
complaint in the system (veronica guerin)
"then the sailor turned around
and walked back along the beach
towards the boat anchored offshore
for his decision had been reached
he then sat down on the sand
thinking of all he’d seen that day
and then decided in his mind
it was time to sail away
for the world that i was born to
clearly no longer exists
and the feeling i should leave it
i can no longer resist
and as he sat there thinking
a mother and her child walked by
and the old sailor's hourglass
had caught the young boy's eye
so he walked up to the stranger
as only a young child will do
to ask if he could see the hourglass
but then he noticed something new
that the old man he was crying
though he tried to wipe his eyes
so the child forgot the hourglass
and instead asked the old man why
but before the sailor could answer
the mother said to leave the man alone
and taking the child by the hand
she gently led him home
and as they left the beach
the sand recorded both their tracks
until they reached the final dune
when the young child he looked back
then he saw the sailor standing up
the glass falling from his hand
when it hit the ground the top broke off
and spilled out all its sand
then the sailor walked up to the sea
and waded to the boat
but instead of pulling up the anchor
he simply cut the rope
and the last thing that the child saw
as they walked out of sight
was the sailor and his sailboat
sailing out into the night"
underture - instrumental
(back on the maersk dubai)
"each man has a soul
that struggles to escape
and in the shallows of his dreams
we can often see its wake
for we all have our secrets
that we all keep deep inside
away from light, in darkest night
where it's always safe to hide
away from all that we should meet
less someone else should share
that thing that hides inside our soul
that we pray was never there
and out upon that ocean
a lifetime from the shore
miguel stood his night watch
recalling everything he saw
for he was a deckhand
aboard the "maersk dubai"
he had sailed her round the world
from hamburg to sendai
but this trip had been different
more than any he had known
for on board there was an evil
and the evil had been shown
for halfway through this voyage
they had found two stowaways
that the captain had thrown in the sea
and left them to the waves
and when he tried to close his eyes
and pretend he did not know
the evil did not go away
but used the time to grow
for later on that same trip
they found a stowaway once again
but the captain soon met this one too
and brought him to the same cold end
he wondered what that boy thought inside
before that final sleep
when water was all that was around
and his lungs had screamed breathe deep
he wondered what went through his mind
as he gasped for air
and the last moment when he prayed for help
to find nobody there
he wondered to himself
if he could have been the one
to stand up at that moment
and say this cannot be done
to stand up to the captain
and say this thing it cannot be
but there is nothing closer to god on earth
than a captain on the sea
and he was just a deckhand
with no right to plead the case
of this stranger in their midst
and so he kept his place
and what is done is done
and undone cannot be
and so he pushed it from his mind
and stared out across the sea"
the wake of magellan
"after a night of little sleep
he opened the gangway door
and felt his world collapsing
not believing what he saw
for there with hands above his head
was a fourth stowaway
trying to surrender
not knowing the price he would pay
miguel knew he must act quickly
if the lad was to have any hope
so he pointed to the captain
and ran a finger cross his throat
and though he spoke little english
the stowaway seemed to understand
and followed miguel to a hiding spot
and placed his life into his hands
after many days in fear
they safely reached the port
and there the stowaway was set free
and the captain brought to court
but then things took an evil twist
and justice seemed to fail
for miguel was held as a refugee
and the captain freed on bail
and the company of the maersk dubai
brought lawyers by the pack
who would search for technicalities
to let the case slip through the cracks
so while the lawyers search for loopholes
miguel still sits and waits
in some small room, his future ruined
while justice hesitates
and i wonder what the captain thinks
each evening in his bed
and if he shares his dreams at night
with the recent dead
for captain there will be a day
when your soul will wash up on heaven's shore
i pray that when you reach that day
that god's mercy is more than yours
and sometimes in the evening
miguel will take long walks
and like the old sailor before him
with the ocean he will talk
and as he walks along
he breathes in the ocean's morphine mist
and looking once more across the night
dares the stars to grant a wish"
anymore
"and as he walked away he thought about
that third stowaway once more
and wondered if the body had washed up
upon some far and distant shore
or if it sank down through the depths
of cold reality
to rest upon the ocean floor
for all eternity
for at the bottom of the sea
the dead do not feel pain
and neath the ocean made of tears
they never fear the rain
but what had really happened
was a stranger twist of fate
that the deckhand was to never know
but to you i will relate"
the storm - instrumental
the hourglass
"but what the sailor did not know
and would never learn
was on that beach now far away
the young child had returned
and finding the broken hourglass
he reset it upright
then placed sand from the beach inside
and placed the lid on tight
then examining his handiwork
he left it in the sand
and then he quickly ran back home
thinking god would understand"
"now our story's nearly over
and we've reached the final scene
but we're sure that some have wondered
what had happened in-between
from the moment when the boy was saved
and their boat had reached the shore
well, they talked about life and death
and perhaps a little more
the boy said he'd been a stowaway
aboard the "maersk dubai"
when the captain had him thrown to the sea
and left him there to die
at this the old sailor had stood up
his face now filled with rage
and swore that he would never rest
until that captain had been caged
but the boy implored the sailor
that he not say a word
because he was an illegal immigrant
and as of recently he'd heard
that going to the authorities
could often be unwise
when one's paper were illegal
the police just might not sympathize
so when they reached the harbor
with their journey at an end
he left the boy on another ship
whose captain was a friend
and when he saw it pull to sea
and was once more all alone
he leaned against the tiller
and turned his ship back home
eventually he reached that beach
he'd left the night before
then stepped a last time from the boat
and waded to the shore
then the old man picked the glass up
that he had left behind
and headed for the small cafe
for it was nearly time
and the ocean watched him leaving
to find his lady fair
and as he left he heard her last words
drifting in the air
that every man
is born you see
beneath the sword
damocles
for young and old
are all alive
on that next beat
on which we ride
and that beat is such
a fragile thing
in both old men
or youthful king
and that beat
stands all alone you see
between us
and black eternity
and until that time
when death won't wait
let each man rage
against his fate" -
hakkında fazla yorum yapmaya gerek olmayan albüm. zira diğer tüm savatage albümleri gibi mükemmel bir albümdür.
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savatage'in düşüşünün kanıtı olarak gösterilen albümdür. bunu diyenlere en amerikanvari halimle düşüşü götüm* derim.
tamam belki bir criss oliva*gitmiştir ama al pitrelli yerini dolduramasa da yaptığı en iyi iş olan eksikliğini hissettirmemeyi becerebilmiştir.
ayrıca zachary stevens kariyerinin doruğundaki vokalleri bu albümde yakalamıştır. zaten bu değil midir sadece 4 albümde bulunan bir vokalisti efsane katına yükselten?
dikkat edilmesi gereken, hikayesiyle, müzikleriyle, kanonlarıyla kusursuz, evet kusuru olmayan her şarkısıs dört dörtlük bir albümdür. -
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