Olá pessoal, como vão? Espero que estejam bem!
Bom, faz tempo que eu não posto nada nessa budega aqui porque simplesmente eu tenho andado sem idéias do que escrever e estou com um pouco de preguiça também! huahuauhauha
Nightwish... uma banda que desde 2004 eu não canso de ouvir. Podem existir melhores, mas esta banda para mim sempre vai ser a melhor do mundo e agora, com a Anette como vocalista, só está melhorando. Acho fantástico todo esse universo que o Tuomas criou para a banda. As letras que ele escreve me fazem ficar viajando horas pensando sobre o que elas podem significar. Não fico o tempo inteiro escrevendo sobre isso, mas vira e mexe me pego pensando no por que de tal música e coisas do tipo. É engraçado... para todo momento que algo bom, ruim e tal acontecem na minha vida, eu consigo relacionar com alguma música do Nightwish. Sempre que eu preciso de pensar positivo para que algo dê certo, algum trecho ou música inteira me vem à mente. Acho que é por isso que eu tenho essa relação maluca com o Nightwish: o fato de sempre conseguir relacionar alguma música da banda com momento da minha vida torna as músicas mais especiais ainda para mim.
Conheci a banda em 2004, no Disk MTV, com o clipe de Nemo. Nesse tempo a vocalista ainda era a Tarja, que eu ainda considero uma ótima cantora, mas devito a todos os acontecimentos que levaram-na a ganhar um belo e merecido pé na bunda da banda, não consigo ver sinseridade em nada do que faça. Por isso eu considero a Anette uma das melhores coisas que aconteceram a banda: ela me transmite muito mais sinceridade ao cantar as músicas da banda porque está no Nightwish por amor ao que faz, não simplesmente por grana, como no caso da falecida, que me passa a idéia de só querer dinhero, junto com o maridinho dela.
As músicas do Nightwish são obras-primas para mim, quase que como coisas sagradas, daí a importância grande que eu dou a quem canta essas músicas porque elas costumam dizer muito sobre mim também. São músicas que estão sempre me ajudando em momentos bons e ruins, por isso eu tenho uma consideração muito grande com o Tuomas e o Nightwish. Acho que um dos dias mais felizes da minha vida vai ser quando eu finalmente conseguir encontrar e conversar com o Tuomas e agradecer a ele por ter criado a banda e não ter desistido mesmo nos momentos mais difíceis. Sinto que devo isto a ele...
Só para constar aqui no blog, mesmo eu sabendo que ele nunca vai ler isto: Tuomas, muito obrigado por tudo que você tem me proporcionado com o Nightwish! Muito obrigado por ter criado esta incrível banda!
Finalizando o post, uma letra de música do Nightwish:
The Poet and the Pendulum
"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
"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
Getaway, runaway, 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
Getaway, runaway, 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
"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 3 minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for ".
"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
Getaway, runaway, 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
"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
"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.
The end.
The songwriter's dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence
"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
Getaway, runaway, 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
Getaway, runaway, 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
"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 3 minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for ".
"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
Getaway, runaway, 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
"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
"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.
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