VOICES
Dream Theater son una banda defensora de un
estilo progresivo, sus creaciones pueden resultar demasiado complejas al
oído no acostumbrado a su estilo con canciones que en muchas ocasiones
superan ampliamente los 10 minutos y con una vocación instrumental y
conceptual. Estos estadounidenses llevan tocando desde 1985 bajo el
nombre de "Majesty" y cambiando su denominación a Dream Theater con la que
empezaron a sacar discos de estudio en 1989. Desde entonces llevan a
sus espaldas 12 discos de estudio habiendo vendido hasta 2011 más de 12
millones de copias de sus obras. Nadie puede dudar de su calidad, puedes
ser más o menos fan pero es innegable su potencial. Volvamos una vez más la cabeza hacia los inicios de la banda en el panorama internacional para referirnos a su tercer larga duración, de título "Awake", del año 1994, digno sucesor de su aclamado y más exitoso disco hasta la fecha de esta reseña en cuanto a ventas, "Images and words" de 1992. Esta obra, "Awake", es el segundo disco más importante de la banda desde un punto de vista económico alcanzando por ejemplo la certificación de "Platino" en Japón. El disco sigue el patrón de su anterior obra, con temas memorables y clásicos dentro de la banda, como "6:00", "Caught in a web", o "Lie". Es el último disco que la banda graba con el Teclista Kevin Moore, quien comunicó su abandono en plena grabación del disco haciéndose efectiva tras el final del proceso de grabación, y sería sustituido por Derek Sherinian a partir de ese instante, quien tuvo que aprender todo el repertorio en unas pocas semanas para poder comenzar a girar para presentar la nueva obra en directo. En cuanto a criticas, a prensa especializada en la época se repartió, cosechando la banda tanto buenas como no tan buenas críticas de su nuevo disco, siendo hoy en día considerado como uno de sus mejores discos, y como antes decía su segundo mayor éxito en ventas tras su insuperado "Images and Words" del 92, techo hasta ahora de la banda en cuanto a ventas. Quiero dejar en el blog uno de los temas que más me gustan del disco, la larga pero estupenda "Voices", tema muy típico de Dream Theater con todos los ingredientes que gustan al grupo, cambios y un fondo progresivo, una gran canción de la que dejo un enlace a youtube.
“Love, just don't stare”
He used to say to me every Sunday morning
The spider in the window
The angel in the pool
The old man takes the poison
Now the widow makes the rules
“So speak, I'm right here”
She used to say to me not a word, not a word
Judas on the ceiling
The Devil in my bed
I guess Easter's never coming,
so I'll just wait inside my head
Like a scream but sort of silent
Living off my nightmares
Voices repeating me
“Feeling threatened? We reflect your hopes and fears.”
Voices discussing me
“Others steal your thoughts - they're not confined within your mind.”
Thought disorder, dream control
Now they read my mind on the radio
But where was the Garden of Eden?
I feel elated, I feel depressed
Sex is death! Death is sex!
Says it right here on my crucifix
Like a scream but sort of silent
Living off my nightmares
Voices protecting me
“Good behavior brings the Savior to his knees.”
Voices rejecting me
“Others steal your thoughts - they're not confined to your own mind.”
"I don't wanna be here, 'cause of my suffering, 'cause of my illness.
“Only love is worth having, only love is what matters, loving every people on equal terms.”
"You've got to know who you're dealin' with because, like a stranger,
a-heh, just might come in through here with a gun...and then, what would you do? (Heh.)”
"Everything is immaterial"
"And you know that reality is immaterial"
"This is not reality"
I'm kneeling on the floor, staring at the wall
Like the spider in the window, I wish that I could speak
Is there fantasy in refuge? God in politicians?
Should I turn on my religion? These demons in my head tell me to
I'm lying here in bed
Swear my skin is inside out
Just another Sunday morning
Seen my diary on the newsstand
Seems we've lost the truth to quicksand
It's a shame no one is praying,
'cause these voices in my head keep saying...
“Love, just don't stare.”
“Reveal the Word when you're supposed to.”
Withdrawn and introverted
Infectiously perverted
“Being laughed at and confused
keeps us pleasantly amused enough to stay.”
Maybe I'm just Cassandra fleeting
Twentieth century icon bleeding
Willing to risk salvation
to escape from isolation
I'm witness to redemption
Heard you speak but never listened
Can you rid me of my secrets?
Deliver us from darkness?
Voices repeating me
“Feeling threatened? We reflect your hopes and fears.”
Voices discussing me
Don't expect your own Messiah
This neverworld which you desire
is only in your mind
He used to say to me every Sunday morning
The spider in the window
The angel in the pool
The old man takes the poison
Now the widow makes the rules
“So speak, I'm right here”
She used to say to me not a word, not a word
Judas on the ceiling
The Devil in my bed
I guess Easter's never coming,
so I'll just wait inside my head
Like a scream but sort of silent
Living off my nightmares
Voices repeating me
“Feeling threatened? We reflect your hopes and fears.”
Voices discussing me
“Others steal your thoughts - they're not confined within your mind.”
Thought disorder, dream control
Now they read my mind on the radio
But where was the Garden of Eden?
I feel elated, I feel depressed
Sex is death! Death is sex!
Says it right here on my crucifix
Like a scream but sort of silent
Living off my nightmares
Voices protecting me
“Good behavior brings the Savior to his knees.”
Voices rejecting me
“Others steal your thoughts - they're not confined to your own mind.”
"I don't wanna be here, 'cause of my suffering, 'cause of my illness.
“Only love is worth having, only love is what matters, loving every people on equal terms.”
"You've got to know who you're dealin' with because, like a stranger,
a-heh, just might come in through here with a gun...and then, what would you do? (Heh.)”
"Everything is immaterial"
"And you know that reality is immaterial"
"This is not reality"
I'm kneeling on the floor, staring at the wall
Like the spider in the window, I wish that I could speak
Is there fantasy in refuge? God in politicians?
Should I turn on my religion? These demons in my head tell me to
I'm lying here in bed
Swear my skin is inside out
Just another Sunday morning
Seen my diary on the newsstand
Seems we've lost the truth to quicksand
It's a shame no one is praying,
'cause these voices in my head keep saying...
“Love, just don't stare.”
“Reveal the Word when you're supposed to.”
Withdrawn and introverted
Infectiously perverted
“Being laughed at and confused
keeps us pleasantly amused enough to stay.”
Maybe I'm just Cassandra fleeting
Twentieth century icon bleeding
Willing to risk salvation
to escape from isolation
I'm witness to redemption
Heard you speak but never listened
Can you rid me of my secrets?
Deliver us from darkness?
Voices repeating me
“Feeling threatened? We reflect your hopes and fears.”
Voices discussing me
Don't expect your own Messiah
This neverworld which you desire
is only in your mind
By Nash
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