JUDAS AT THE OPERA
Una vez más este quinteto alemán en nuestro blog. Ya hemos hablado un poquito de su historia aquí y, como ya hemos dicho, Edguy nace a
comienzos de los noventa viendo realizadas sus primeras demos en 1994.
Desde 1995 comenzaron su aventura con discos de estudio y desde entonces
han sacado 11 discos de un power metal de impecable factura. En el
momento del surgimiento de la banda los chicos aún estaban en el
instituto y contaban con apenas 15 años y quizás por ello tengan ese
toque irreverente que se les nota en muchas ocasiones en sus letras y
sobre todo en sus videoclips. De hecho, el nombre de la banda surgió cuando, allá por 1992 cuatro estudiantes de bachillerato de apenas catorce años que se
burlaban de su estirado profesor de matemáticas, el profesor Edgar
Zimmerer, variando el nombre del profesor "Edgar" a "Edguy". Como ya hemos dicho, el alma mater del grupo es sin duda Tobias Sammet cuyas señas de identidad musicales bien podrian ser ese toque "gamberro" y la facilidad para encontrar colaboraciones con cualquier músico, incluso aunque este hubiese jurado y perjurado no volver a tocar Heavy, (caso de Michael Kiske). Pues bien, ese par de rasgos musicales de Tobias se ven perfectamente reflejados en esta obra. Para el lado gamberro basta con ver la portada de este EP que hoy dejo en el blog. Se trata de "Superheroes", un EP sacado en 2005, justo antes de que saliese el septimo disco de Edguy, titulado "Rocket ride" en 2006. Para el lado "colaborador" basta con escuchar este tema que dejo en el blog, perteneciente a este EP, se trata de la espectacular canción "Judas at the opera", en la que canta con Michel Kiske, es decir, no solo le hizo volver a cantar heavy de primer nivel con los dos primeros discos Avantasia, sino que además lo logro también en este gran tema de Edguy, del que dejo un enlace a youtube. Todo un caracter este Tobias Sammet.
Darkness has covered the opera house
Something is wrong you can fell
There's a devil in disguise
A traitor has taken the dais
Catalogue people spend a pitying gaze
What can a man do in such a case
Aristocratic experts on art vomit all over the place
And they wish I'd be doomed eternally
[Chorus]
Forever French-frying
You'd love to see me dying
Wo's let the peacock in to
Rock the house - opera house
You want me French-fried and
You'd love to see me fired and
Then kill Judas in the opera house
Opera house
HUntsmen are rushing around
After the peacock oh no
The baton is pink and it's clear: He is a queer
He likes it into his rear
Rumors arise he is from outerspace
THey're out for the bounty
And still they're amazed
Aristocratic lemmings with a Highsnobiety leer
Get the chef to make peacock fillet steak
[Chorus]
We came from a solar system far away
Facing your goggle eyes
To protect this jolly bedlam from decay
Facing your goggle eyes
Who do you think you are
To think you're off a better class?
Who do you think you are
TO expect us to kiss your ass?
We've come to chase the monkey off your back
Facing your goggle eyes
And we're expected some may sound an attack
Facing your goggle eyes
Who do you think you are
To think you're of a higher class?
Who do you think you are
TO expect us to kiss your ass?
We're gonna be
taking a chance - taking the chance
TO get you darting a glance - darting a glance
At us starting to prance - starting the dance
Of the oddballs
And you're invited
Taking the chance - taking the chance
To get you darting a glance - darting a glance
At us starting to prance - starting to dance
Of the oddballs
Frankenstein is out of control
Donkey has been given a soul
Flamboyantly he's playing his song
And they can't get it
The nuthead he is going insane
The screwball is igniting the flame
Pandora's box has opened behold
Madness rising
[Solo]
You say treason but I tell you
There ain't no reason
We just have our share
We don't care as long as we're alive
Love our sound and like to hear:
Where's the chef to make Judas-fillet-steak
[Chorus]
Something is wrong you can fell
There's a devil in disguise
A traitor has taken the dais
Catalogue people spend a pitying gaze
What can a man do in such a case
Aristocratic experts on art vomit all over the place
And they wish I'd be doomed eternally
[Chorus]
Forever French-frying
You'd love to see me dying
Wo's let the peacock in to
Rock the house - opera house
You want me French-fried and
You'd love to see me fired and
Then kill Judas in the opera house
Opera house
HUntsmen are rushing around
After the peacock oh no
The baton is pink and it's clear: He is a queer
He likes it into his rear
Rumors arise he is from outerspace
THey're out for the bounty
And still they're amazed
Aristocratic lemmings with a Highsnobiety leer
Get the chef to make peacock fillet steak
[Chorus]
We came from a solar system far away
Facing your goggle eyes
To protect this jolly bedlam from decay
Facing your goggle eyes
Who do you think you are
To think you're off a better class?
Who do you think you are
TO expect us to kiss your ass?
We've come to chase the monkey off your back
Facing your goggle eyes
And we're expected some may sound an attack
Facing your goggle eyes
Who do you think you are
To think you're of a higher class?
Who do you think you are
TO expect us to kiss your ass?
We're gonna be
taking a chance - taking the chance
TO get you darting a glance - darting a glance
At us starting to prance - starting the dance
Of the oddballs
And you're invited
Taking the chance - taking the chance
To get you darting a glance - darting a glance
At us starting to prance - starting to dance
Of the oddballs
Frankenstein is out of control
Donkey has been given a soul
Flamboyantly he's playing his song
And they can't get it
The nuthead he is going insane
The screwball is igniting the flame
Pandora's box has opened behold
Madness rising
[Solo]
You say treason but I tell you
There ain't no reason
We just have our share
We don't care as long as we're alive
Love our sound and like to hear:
Where's the chef to make Judas-fillet-steak
[Chorus]
By Nash
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