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На своем седьмом студийнике Rush, как говорилось в старину, продолжили генеральную линию партии. Все опять на самом высшем уровне, просто уму непостижимо, как же можно работать восемь лет подряд без перерыва и не допустить ни одного случая халтуры! Да что там халтуры, все поклонники опять в экстазе - новый альбом кроме как шедевром назвать нельзя! Что же касается музыкального стиля то на "Moving Pictures" Rush предпочли придерживаться настроения со своего предыдущего альбома "Permanent Waves". Но с одним, очень важным, исключением - появилось просто потрясающее разнообразие мелодий и уникальной атмосферы в каждой из песен. Даже само название диска очень хорошо отражает его содержание, слушателя ждет настоящая галерея самых разных "картин". Хотите послушать Rush в гитарно-роковом, близко подходящим к границам AOR'а стиле? К Вашим услугам известнейший сингл "Limelight", вполне подходящий под определение "радио хит". Желаете технически сложнейшую инструменталку в стиле ELP? Милости просим, в наличии знаменитая "Yyz", настоящий культ для всего прогрессив рока. Вам понравилась пугающая страшилка "Jacob's Ladder" с прошлого альбома? Здесь имеется ее, не менее мрачный, наследник по имени "Witchhunt". Для любителей быстрой езды на автомобилях заготовлен ответ на Перпловскую "Highway Star" - совершенно шикарный трек "Red Barchetta". Ну и, наконец, никак нельзя упустить из вида механически-роботизированную композицию "Vital Signs", десятиминутное пиршество красивых мелодий в эпике "The Camera Eye", и, конечно, главный хит альбома - просто умопомрачительное произведение искусства под кодовым именем "Tom Sawyer". Пора подводить итог. Лично в моем Top5 всех дисков Rush "Moving Pictures" твердо занимает третье место. Это по-настоящему классная, профессиональная, да что там - практически гениальная работа. Семь РАЗНЫХ песен составляющих на удивление ЕДИНЫЙ альбом. Браво, Rush! |
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Catch the mist, catch the myth
Catch the mystery, catch the drift
The world is
The world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his skies are wide
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the space he invades
He gets by on you
No his mind is not for rent
To any god or government
Always hopeful, yet discontent
He knows changes aren't permanent
But change is
What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
Catch the witness, catch the wit
Catch the spirit, catch the spit
The world is
The world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his eyes are wide
Exit the warrior
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the energy you trade
He gets right on to the friction of the day
Red Barchetta
(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the motor law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the turbine freight
To far outside the wire
Where my white haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground
As the turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
I fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime
Wind in my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music, adrenaline surge
Well weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome, the blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware
Suddenly ahead of me
Across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air car
Shoots towards me two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase
Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope
I've got a desperate plan
At the one lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside
Yyz
(Lee/Peart)
Instrumental track
Limelight
(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage
Cast in this unlikely role
I'll equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact
Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme
Living in a fish eye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can't pretend a stranger
Is a long awaited friend
All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage
Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme
Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme
The real relation
The underlying theme
The camera eye
(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
Grim faced and forbidding
Their faces closed tight
An angular mass of New Yorkers
Pacing in rhythm
Race the oncoming night
They chase through the streets of Manhattan
Head first humanity
Pause at a light
Then flow through the streets of the city
They seem oblivious to a soft spring rain
Like an english rain
So light, yet endless
From a leaden sky
The buildings are lost
In their limitless rise
My feet catch the pulse
And the purposeful stride
I feel the sense of possibilities
I feel the wrench of hard realities
The focus is sharp in the city
Wide angle watcher
On life's ancient tales
Steeped in the history of London
Green and grey washes
In a wispy white veil
Mist in the streets of Westminster
Wistful and weathered
The pride still prevails
Alive in the streets of the city
Are they oblivious to this quality?
A quality
Of light unique to
Every city's streets
Pavements may teem
With intense energy
But the city is calm
In this violent sea
I feel the sense of possibilities
I feel the wrench of hard realities
The focus is sharp in the city
Witch hunt (part III of Fear)
(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
The night is black without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill
Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possesed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best
The righteous rise with burning eyes
Of hatred and ill will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill
They say there are strangers who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
That those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves
Quick to judge, quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand
Vital signs
(Lee/Lifeson/Peart)
Unstable condition
A symptom of life
In mental and environmental change
Atmospheric disturbance
The feverish flux
Of human interface and interchange
The impulse is pure
Sometimes our circuits get shorted
By external interference
Signals get crossed
And the balance distorted
By internal incoherence
A tired mind become a shape shifter
Everybody need a mood lifter
Everybody need reverse polarity
Everybody got mixed feelings
About the function and the form
Everybody got to deviate from the norm
An ounce of perception
A pound of obscure
Process information at half speed
Pause, rewind, replay
Warm memory chip
Random sample, hold the one you need
Leave out the fiction
The fact is - this friction
Will only be worn by persistence
Leave out conditions
Courageous convictions
Will drag the dream into existence
A tired mind become a shape shifter
Everybody need a soft filter
Everybody need reverse polarity
Everybody got mixed feelings
About the function and the form
Everybody got to elevate from the norm