Canciones para una vida - Savatage - Handful Of Rain

HANDFUL  OF  RAIN

Vamos con otra banda clásica, importante por su trayectoria y por el momento en que desarrollan su carrera ya que hablamos de la década de los 80 y 90, momento en que se definen muchas cosas y en el que los estadounidenses Savatage aportaron su granito de arena hasta hacerse con un nombre internacional por méritos propios. Evidentemente hablamos de una banda que ha tocado todos los palos, desde del heavy power hasta su vertiente más progresiva, siempre desde el prisma de la calidad. En 1994, la banda editaba su octavo LP de estudio, "Handful of rain", y contribuian así a sobrellevar ese comienzo de la década de los 90 tan complicado para el heavy metal de concepción clásica, que sin ser exactamente el terreno compositivo de este grupo, si que se les puede meter en el grupo de bandas de siempre que tiraron del carro en esos momentos. Del citado disco dejo hoy en el blog el tema que lo da nombre y del que dejo un enlace a youtube.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7EeM2AK1gA 

 

The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
And always takes you in
The barmaid walks on over
And pours another round
For a lost soul at the corner
Who prays he's never found
And the mind goes numb
'Till it's feeling no pain
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain!

Wash your women in your whiskey
When your future's in the past
And you're staring up at heaven
From the bottom of a glass
And you need some insulation
From the years you've had and lost
And you feel the perspiration
As you're adding up the cost

And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out

There's a land beyond the living
There's a land beyond the dead
If it's true that God's forgiving
Of the lives that we have led
In the distance there's a thunder
And the air is thick and warm
And the patrons watch with wonder
The approaching of the storm

And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain

All right

There's an old man in the corner
And he's smoking all the time
And the smoke is drifting upward
And it's twisting in my...
Twisting in my mind, my mind

The whiskey's getting deeper
And I use it like a moat
There's a blues man in the distance
And he's lost inside his...
Lost inside his note, his note, his note!

The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
That always takes you in

And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain  

By Nash