ANGEL OF DEATH
Los Irlandeses Thin Lizzy son una de esas bandas clásicas y fundamentales para entender el desarrollo de parte del heavy y el hard rock. Fomados en 1969 el grupo fue impulsado al inicio por el batería Brian Downey y el guitarrista y cantante Phil Lynott quien fue corazón y alma del grupo mientras estuvo en activo, músico que murió en 1986 y con su pérdida la banda no editó material nuevo desde entonces. Así pues su periodo de actividad se extiende entre los años 1969 y 1984, aunque ha seguido editándose material de la banda en forma de recopilaciones de una forma casi anual, en forma directamente de recopilaciones, de directos o de singles y maxis hasta el mimo 2012, en que se edita, hasta la fecha de esta reseña, el enésimo y último de ellos en forma de "caja con una selección de sus clásicos". En su periodo de actividad, es decir con Lynott en la banda antes de su muerte, el grupo edita 12 LP's + 6 EP's, con temas clásicos y fundamentales del grupo como "Whiskey in the jar", "Jailbreak" o "The boys are back in town", considerados como clásicos de gran influencia en el desarrollo de nuestro sonido, con todo merecimiento, además por la magnitud de algunos de los músicos que pasaron por sus filas, nombre de la talla de, además del propio Phil Lynott, Gary Moore, John Sykes, o el teclista Darren Wharton que después crearía la banda hard-aor melódica "Dare". Hoy quiero echar un vistazo a la parte final de su carrera, (compositivamente hablando), para referirme a su penúltimo disco de estudio, Renegade, de 1981, un disco que llegaba tras el aclamado "Chinatown" de 1980. En "Renegade" se presenta como teclista a Darren Wharton, y el disco se ha criticado mucho como el declive de la carrera de la banda, con un Lynott "adicto a todo", algo que años más tarde desembocaría en su muerte prematura a los 36 años de edad. Sin embargo, el disco tiene un potencial enorme a pesar de no ser la mejor de sus obras en cuanto a entrega, y de ella se pueden extraer buenos temas, como por ejemplo este "Angel of death" que abre el disco, una canción de la que dejo un enlace a youtube.
Oh my god
There's millions of them!
I've seen a fire start in Frisco
The day that the earth quaked
I've seen buildings a-blazing
Throwing up in flames
I heard men, women and children
Crying out to their God for mercy
But their God didn't listen
So they were burned alive
They went down, down, deep underground
In the great disaster
I was hanging out in Berlin
In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I've seen Hitler's storm troopers
March right across the Maginot Line
I've seen two world wars
I've seen men send rockets out into space
I foresee a holocaust
An angel of death descending to destroy the human race
Down, down, deep undergound
A great disaster
In the sixteenth century there was a French philosopher
By the name of Nostradamus
Who prophesised that in the late twentieth century
An angel of death shall waste this land
A holocaust the likes of which
This planet had never seen
Now, I ask you
Do you believe this to be true?
I was standing by the bedside
The night that my father died
He was crying out in pain
To his God he said, "Have mercy, mercy!"
His body was riddled with a disease
Unknown to man so he expected no cure
But before he died that night
He was lost, insane
He went down, down, deep underground
A great disaster
You'll go down, down, deep underground
A great disaster
I think they've got now
There's millions of them!
I've seen a fire start in Frisco
The day that the earth quaked
I've seen buildings a-blazing
Throwing up in flames
I heard men, women and children
Crying out to their God for mercy
But their God didn't listen
So they were burned alive
They went down, down, deep underground
In the great disaster
I was hanging out in Berlin
In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I've seen Hitler's storm troopers
March right across the Maginot Line
I've seen two world wars
I've seen men send rockets out into space
I foresee a holocaust
An angel of death descending to destroy the human race
Down, down, deep undergound
A great disaster
In the sixteenth century there was a French philosopher
By the name of Nostradamus
Who prophesised that in the late twentieth century
An angel of death shall waste this land
A holocaust the likes of which
This planet had never seen
Now, I ask you
Do you believe this to be true?
I was standing by the bedside
The night that my father died
He was crying out in pain
To his God he said, "Have mercy, mercy!"
His body was riddled with a disease
Unknown to man so he expected no cure
But before he died that night
He was lost, insane
He went down, down, deep underground
A great disaster
You'll go down, down, deep underground
A great disaster
I think they've got now
By Nash
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