Nightwish … esta noite no coliseu de Lisboa

Esta noite será uma grande noite (ou assim o espero). Na verdade não conhecia muito de Nightwish (nem conheço) o que conheço melhor é o último cd de nome “Dark Passion Play”. Ainda conheço o “Once” mas siceramente o que oiço constantemente é mesmo o último e considero excelente… desde a 1ª à última música e por isso e com uma influênciazita de um amigo meu (que adora Nightwish) decidi não perder este concerto e acompanhá-lo *

Pelo que estive a pesquisar das set list desta tour basicamente a maioria é deste mesmo albúm (talvez se explique pelo facto da vocalista ser nova na banda) e tocam normalmente 3 ou 4 dos albuns anteriores.

Já agora, algumas que me identifico:

The Islander

A letra toca-me mesmo em cheio… só eu saberei o porquê… ao tempo que a oiço todos os dias a caminho do trabalho…

An old man by a seashore
At the end of day
Gazes the horizon
With seawinds in his face
Tempest-tossed island
Seasons all the same
Anchorage unpainted
And a ship without a name

Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard
He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world
Showing the way lighting hope in their hearts
The ones on their travels homeward from afar

This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind long ago

The albatross is flying
Making him daydream
The time before he became
One of the world`s unseen
Princess in the tower
Children in the fields
Life gave him it all:
An island of the universe

Now his love`s a memory
A ghost in the fog
He sets the sails one last time
Saying farewell to the world
Anchor to the water
Seabed far below
Grass still in his feet
And a smile beneath his brow

This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind so long ago

So long ago

Bye Bye Beautiful

Talvez algo que eu em tempos quis dizer a alguém… quando a ouvi pela 1ª vez fiquei logo a pensar que a letra era perfeita para fazer transparecer algo que eu nessa altura sentia e talvez por isso fiquei a gostar desta música porque nesse dia me identifiquei com ela…

Finally the hills are without eyes
They are tired of painting a dead man`s face red
With their own blood

They used to love having so much to lose
Blink your eyes just once and see everything in ruins

Did you ever hear what I told you
Did you ever read what I wrote you
Did you ever listen to what we played
Did you ever let in what the world said
Did we get this far just to feel your hate
Did we play to become only pawns in the game
How blind can you be, don`t you see
You chose the long road but we`ll be waiting

Bye bye beautiful

Jacob`s ghost for the girl in white
Blindfold for the blind
Dead siblings walking the dying earth

Noose around a choking heart
Eternity torn apart
Slow toll now the funeral bells

”I need to die to feel alive”

Did you ever hear what I told you
Did you ever read what I wrote you
Did you ever listen to what we played
Did you ever let in what the world said
Did we get this far just to feel your hate
Did we play to become only pawns in the game
How blind can you be, don`t you see
You chose the long road but we`ll be waiting

Bye bye beautiful

It`s not the tree that forsakes the flower
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I`ll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words

…How blind can you be, don`t you see…
…that the gambler lost all he does not have…

Did you ever hear what I told you
Did you ever read what I wrote you
Did you ever listen to what we played
Did you ever let in what the world said
Did we get this far just to feel your hate
Did we play to become only pawns in the game
How blind can you be, don`t you see
You chose the long road but we`ll be waiting

Bye bye beautiful

The Poet And The Pendulum

Incrível… muito bem “conseguida”.  Tem que se lhe diga a letra e a hitória… E por ser tão longa aqui estão 2 videos…

Part1:

Part2:

[Part 1: White Lands of Empathica]

The end.

The songwriter’s dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
of empathica,
of innocence
Empathica
Innocence

[Part 2: Home]

The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer torn apart by chains of Hell

One last perfect verse
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ how I hate what I have become

Take me home

[Chorus:]
Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer’s hideaway
I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

My home was there ‘n then
Those meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days
One with every smiling face

Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right

Take me home

[Chorus]

[Part 3: The Pacific]

Sparkle my scenery
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The Ever Free

Tuck me in beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
Swaying blade my lullaby

On the shore we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all

“I’m afraid. I’m so afraid.
Being raped again, and again, and again
I know I will die alone.
But loved.

You live long enough to hear the sound of guns,
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night,
long enough to see your friends betray you.

For years I’ve been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have three minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me
a death I always longed for”.

[Part 4: Dark Passion Play]

2nd robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half – infanticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poet

Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he`s home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell

The morning dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came

[Chorus]

“Today, in the year of our Lord, 2005
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.

He was found naked and dead,
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text.”

Save me

[Part 5: Mother & Father]

Be still, my son
You`re home
Oh when did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love

Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans within
In the end
I will always love you

The beginning.