CHEYENNE (WHERE THE EAGLES RETREAT)
Siempre que pienso en este disco vienen a mi cabeza multitud de ideas dispares que uno puede escuchar o leer con respecto a él, y muchas de esas ideas hablan mal de la obra, y es que este disco es uno de esos de los que la gente se empeña en destrozar con un afán demasiado grande, y personalmente no entiendo bien porqué, ya que creo que por muchos motivos estamos ante una obra, que si bien yo tampoco considero la mejor del grupo, si que creo que tiene suficiente importancia a nivel histórico-metálico y simplemente compositivo para que tuviese que tener mejor consideración general. Es un hecho que Stormwitch fueron uno de los primeros en utilizar el concepto "power metal" como sistema compositivo, y que mirando su música y lo que se hizo, (y hace) hasta hoy en día casi se les podría considerar como uno de los indudables precursores del sonido power sobre todo de corte europeo, a pesar de que su nombre nunca brilló tanto como otros coetáneos. Igualmente se les ha considerado demasiado buscadores de una formula vendible, comercial, pero en el fondo todas las bandas tratan de ganarse la vida con su música, eso si, procurando ser fieles a sus ideas, si se salen de ahí y piensan solo en la pasta perdiendo su identidad, entonces creo que si son merecedores de criticas, pero sinceramente creo que Stormwitch no merecen tanto menosprecio. Buen ejemplo de ello podría ser este tema que hoy dejo en el blog, "Cheyenne", de este "Beauty and the beast" de 1987, una canción a mi parecer bien construida e interpretada y que me sirve hoy para romper una lanza en favor de este grupo y obra, un tema del que dejo un enlace a youtube.
Cheyenne (Where the Eagles Retreat)
The sun is awaking, the fires glow down
The spirit has spoken, the token was found
Dance to the rhythm, the beat of the drum
Is shaking the mountain, the war-song is sung
Down on the barren plain, the dust clouds rise again
Just like the locusts they're raiding our land
Down on the road of thieves, we watch our enemies
Hate in our hearts and guns in our hands
As long the winds are free, the white man shall bleed
The Red Man's destiny is up where the eagles retreat
They've broken the treaties, the papers were lies
With finery and whiskey, they've stolen our pride
Plundering our holy hills, the game was almost killed
Buffaloes' thunder will never return
Smoke signals rise and sail over the iron trail
Prior to the sunset the tables will turn
As long the winds are free . . .
Fast as the falcon we will ride down the hills
to the place of the holy fight, Soldier Blue in the arrows' hail
Great spirit told us, we won't fail, wreaking vengeance
On everyone who came and tried to make the Red Man run
Woe betide the flood of whites that turned our days
To deepest nights, you tremble and you cry for help
When I draw my blade and take your scalp
Just before the set of sun the battle's won
The bloody work is done--Yeah
Down on the barren plain, the killing starts again
Many have followed, too many to stand
Our tribes are doomed to death, just like the freedom's breath
Wires and stakes in the heart of our land
As long the winds are free . . .
The sun is awaking, the fires glow down
The spirit has spoken, the token was found
Dance to the rhythm, the beat of the drum
Is shaking the mountain, the war-song is sung
Down on the barren plain, the dust clouds rise again
Just like the locusts they're raiding our land
Down on the road of thieves, we watch our enemies
Hate in our hearts and guns in our hands
As long the winds are free, the white man shall bleed
The Red Man's destiny is up where the eagles retreat
They've broken the treaties, the papers were lies
With finery and whiskey, they've stolen our pride
Plundering our holy hills, the game was almost killed
Buffaloes' thunder will never return
Smoke signals rise and sail over the iron trail
Prior to the sunset the tables will turn
As long the winds are free . . .
Fast as the falcon we will ride down the hills
to the place of the holy fight, Soldier Blue in the arrows' hail
Great spirit told us, we won't fail, wreaking vengeance
On everyone who came and tried to make the Red Man run
Woe betide the flood of whites that turned our days
To deepest nights, you tremble and you cry for help
When I draw my blade and take your scalp
Just before the set of sun the battle's won
The bloody work is done--Yeah
Down on the barren plain, the killing starts again
Many have followed, too many to stand
Our tribes are doomed to death, just like the freedom's breath
Wires and stakes in the heart of our land
As long the winds are free . . .
By Nash
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