• 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.
  • 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.
  • (bkz: kanon)
  • turns to mede oldugunu sandigim bir solo vardir bu albumde,beynimle takip edemedigim bir$eydir.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • kapakçığındaki teşekkürler kısmında nedendir bilinmez dream theater ismi geçen savatage albümü.
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