2112
Vamos de nuevo con algo de repaso histórico, y claro, hablando de precursores, de bandas que contribuyeron con su sonido a lo que luego se llamaría Heavy Metal, los canadienses Rush no deberían faltar nunca, con sobre todo ese componente progresivo que hace de sus obras algo completo, complejo, variado y siempre derrochador de calidad. Hoy quiero fijarme en su cuarta obra de estudio, "2112" de 1976, un disco importante, magnífico y de él quiero dejar este tema para aquellos que quieran vivir una auténtica historia, un tema conceptual largo, muy largo, 22 minutos, que resulta ser un temazo, completo, demostrando todo lo que esta banda era capaz de hacer ya en esos años, hoy en día puede resultar más común meterse en ese mundo conceptual, en 1976 era más innovador. Nos narra el tema una historia galactica, donde se utiliza la música, a través de la guitarra como medio y propósito de libertad, todo un canto a la libertad. La variedad mostrada, la capacidad de potencia y melodía, de pasages instrumentales es alucinante, altamente recomandable si eres capaz de mantener la atención durante esos citados 22 minutos, un tema del que dejo un enlace a youtube de su clip oficial que hace más sencilla su comprensión en un clip también digno de ser visionado. Rush, otra joya histórica que por cierto siguió en activo hasta 2018.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5jwxrTqoEA
[I: Overture - Instrumental]
And the meek shall inherit the earth.
[II: "The Temples of Syrinx"]
We've taken care of everything
The words you hear, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It's one for all and all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls
Look around this world we made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh what a nice contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls
[III: "Discovery"]
What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It's got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?
See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out its pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes that fall gently like rain
I can't wait to share this new wonder
The people will all see its light
Let them all make their own music
The Priests praise my name on this night
[IV: "Presentation"]
I know it's most unusual
To come before you so
But I've found an ancient miracle
I thought that you should know
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you
Yes, we know it's nothing new
It's just a waste of time
We have no need for ancient ways
The world is doing fine
Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn't fit the plan
I can't believe you're saying
These things just can't be true
Our world could use this beauty
Just think what we might do
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you
Don't annoy us further
We have our work to do
Just think about the average
What use have they for you?
Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn't fit the plan
[V: "Oracle: The Dream"]
I wandered home though the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream, can't you show me the light?
I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes
They left the planets long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Oh, to tear the Temples down...
Oh, to change...
[VI: "Soliloquy"]
The sleep is still in my eyes
The dream is still in my head
I heave a sigh and sadly smile
And lie a while in bed
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams
Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen
I don't think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life
Oh...noo
My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood spills over
[VII: "Grand Finale"]
Attention All Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention All Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention All Planets of the Solar Federation
We have assumed control
We have assumed control
We have assumed control
By Nash
