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 В 2009 году, спустя 6 лет после предыдущего "Vicious Cycle" (2003) Lynyrd Skynyrd выпустили свой одиннадцатый студийный альбом “God and Guns”. Если говорить кратко, то материал альбома представляет собой в основном блюз-рок и характерные для southern rock баллады.
Здесь, вероятно, стоит упомянуть, что группа рождалась дважды и поэтому её творчество можно разделить на два периода. Первый – до трагического 1977 года , когда произошла авиакатастрофа, в которой погибли основатель группы, вокалист Ронни Ван Зант, один из гитаристов и бэк-вокалистка, а остальные получили серьёзные увечья, и когда группа прекратила существование на 10 лет. Второй – когда в 1987 году состоялось повторное рождение группы, место у микрофона занял младший брат Ронни – Джонни Ван Зант, и к группе присоединились выжившие в катастрофе участники. Группа снова стала выпускать студийные альбомы.
Так вот, если сравнивать этот альбом с относительно недавним творчеством, то можно отметить, что в “God and Guns” вы не найдёте в чистом виде рок-н-рольных вещей, которые часто можно встретить в нескольких предыдущих опусах, и которые, на мой взгляд, не являлись сильной стороной группы. Зато в избытке можно наслушаться уже упомянутых southern rock-баллад типа знаменитой "Tuesday's Gone" с дебютника 1974 года. Такие баллады есть в каждом альбоме Lynyrd Skynyrd. Лично мне из них больше всего понравились "Unwrite That Song", "That Ain't My America" и "Gifted Hands" с красивым акустическим вступлением. К слову сказать, подобные баллады в 90-х годах здорово прославили более удачливых ровесников Lynyrd Skynyrd из Aerosmith.
В альбоме очень большой акцент сделан на вокальные партии. Хорошо слышен бас и партии акустики, а вот остальные гитарные партии гораздо тише, чем обычно (с моей техникой вроде всё в порядке), поэтому создаётся впечатление, что сольных партий практически нет. Хотя их достаточно и они весьма продолжительны и красивы, как, например, в конце баллады "Gifted Hands". Почему такое решение звукорежиссера? Ведь как раз сейчас состав гитаристов группы как никогда силён, и могу уверить, что они на концертах устраивают настоящий гитарный праздник. Сейчас в группе 3 гитариста помимо баса (старшее поколение - Garry Rossington, Rickey Medlocke, молодой -Mark "Sparky" Matejka). Кроме того, в записи альбома принимал участие гитарист Rob Zombie John 5. Да, несомненно, звучание альбома в целом получилось очень плотное, мощное, но вот отдельные партии электрогитар еле слышны.
Лично мне среди всех песен больше всего нравятся наиболее “блюзовые” – "Still Unbroken", "Little Thing Called You", и особенно, загадочная "Floyd" с очаровательным налётом кантри. Впрочем, нет ничего удивительного в том, что нравятся мне именно они, ведь это так похоже на последователей Lynyrd Skynyrd, группу Metallica. Гораздо меньше понравились хард-роковые как "Simple Life" или "Storm".
В группе нет одного автора текстов песен, однако лирика альбома весьма целостна и проста, как будто написана одним человеком. Наиболее знаковые по смыслу – это открывашка "Still Unbrocken", повествующая о свободе выбора человеком жизненного пути, и "Skynyrd Nation" о музыкальной преемственности. В "Skynyrd Nation" “старики” Гэри Россингтон и Рики Медлоук запели вместе с “молодым” Джонни, изображая диалог между двумя поколениями музыкантов группы. Ну и, конечно, собственно вынесенная в название альбома "God and Guns" о недоверии к власти. Собственно, "Southern Ways" и "That Ain’t My America" также об этом – об особом пути людей, не признающих ценности современной Америки.
В итоге можно сказать, что альбом получился мощным и очень позитивным. В конце концов, какая другая группа с полным правом может спеть:
I'M STILL ALONE!
STILL ALIVE!
STILL UNBROKEN!
I'M STILL UNBROKEN!
I ain't never going down!
I'M STILL UNBROKEN! |
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No there's so much that's been stolen
I guess I've lost everything I've had
But I'm not dead, at least not yet
Still alone, still alive, Still UNBROKEN
I'm still alone, still alive,
I'M STILL UNBROKEN
Never captured, never tamed
Wild horses on the plains
You can call me lost - I call it FREEDOM
I feel the spirit in my soul
It's something Lord I can't control
I'M NEVER GIVIN UP WHILE I'M STILL BREATHIN!
I'm not home, I'm not lost
Still holdin' on to what I got
Ain't much left
Lord there's so much that's been stolen
I guess I've lost everything I've had
I'm not dead, at least not yet
Still alone, still alive, Still UNBROKEN
I'm still alone, still alive,
STILL UNBROKEN
I'm still unbroken
Still Unbroken
Like the wind, like the rain
It's all runnin through my veins
Like a river pouring down into the ocean
I'm out here on the streets
But I'm standing on my feet
Still alive, still alone, still unbroken
I'm not home, I'm not lost
Still holdin' on to what I got
Ain't much left
Lord there's so much that's been STOLEN
Guess I've lost everything I've had
But I'm not dead, at least not yet
Still alive, still alone, Still Unbroken
I'm still alone, still alive,
I'M STILL UNBROKEN
I'M STILL ALONE!
STILL ALIVE!
STILL UNBROKEN!
I'M STILL UNBROKEN!
I ain't never going down!
I'M STILL UNBROKEN!
Oooooooh-Ooooooh!
SIMPLE LIFE
Hey, when is the last time you sat down and had dinner with your kids?
Talked about what's going on in their lives?
Hey, when is the last time you just stopped and helped somebody out?
I bet you can't remember
Well a lot of people are sayin'
"We're changing for the better"
Well that don't interest me
I like the simple life
The way it USED to be
We left our doors wide open
We didn't need no key
I've been around the world
Seen all there is to see
I'd trade ALL THOSE memories for ONE MORE DAY
How it used to be
I like the Simple Life
I wanna get up Sunday mornin'
Go fishin' with my boy
Watch the sunset kick back in my yard
Take my Harley on a real long lazy Sunday drive
And do a little more nothin' once in a while
Yeah Maybe kick my feet up
Watch a little re-run on TV
Laughin' with ol' Barney, Andy and Aunt Bee
I like the simple life
The way it USED to be
We left our doors wide open
We didn't need no key
I've been around the world
Seen all there is to see
I'd trade ALL THOSE memories for ONE MORE DAY
How it used to be
I like the Simple Life
Everything's going by so fast
I swear sometimes we just can't see
So caught up in where we're TRYING to get
Life as we know it, could be gone in a minute
I like the simple life
The way it USED to be
We left our doors wide open
We didn't need no key
I've been around the world
Seen all there is to see
I'd trade ALL THOSE memories for ONE MORE DAY
I like the Simple Life
I like the Simple Life
I want the Simple Life
A LITTLE THING CALLED YOU
Woman lose my number
You can't get to me
My pockets ain't deep enough
Your eyes were seeing green
I caught you lyin', you're a cheat
Oh Lord shame on me
I loved you once
Tried you twice
But you've become bad company
Somebody call the rescue
'Cause I think I'm on the edge
Yeah you're just like a sledgehammer
You keep poundin' in my head
While you were on the phone lyin' to me
You were lyin' next to who
It ain't nothing to do about the heartache
It's just a little thing called you
All my friends did tell me
But I could not believe
Well you were doin' me wrong
When I was gone
How wicked can you be?
Yeah a black cat crosses many roads
Chills you to the bone
I might be hurt, but I won't cry
'Cause I'm a man that's not alone
Somebody call the rescue
'Cause I think I'm on the edge
Yeah you're just like a sledgehammer
You keep poundin' in my head
While you were on the phone lyin' to me
You were lyin' next to who
It ain't nothing to do about the heartache
It's just a little thing called you
Somebody call the rescue
'Cause I think I'm on the edge
Yeah you're just like a sledgehammer
Girl you're poundin' in my head
While you were on the phone lyin' to me
You were lyin' next to who
It ain't nothing to do about the heartache
Yeah it ain't nothing to do about the heartache
It's just a little thing called you
A LITTLE THING CALLED YOU!
A LITTLE THING CALLED YOU!
SOUTHERN WAY
When I was 15 I dreamed of leaving my home
I had to see the world
And live like a rolling stone
I heard California was paved in gold
So I hopped on that train
It didn't come easy
But I keep thinkin' bout
The green grass and missing my home
Take me back to my southern ways
Where I can be myself and live another day
Take me back to my southern ways
Where the tall pines blow and the southern winds kiss my face
Oh southern grace
Me and my boys started a band
Practiced everyday out on the Hell House land
Played every honky tonk and this ol' bar
To sing about Sweet 'Bama
We were just simple men
The music is forever
and the songs will never ever end
Take me back to my southern ways
Where I can be myself and live another day
Take me back to my southern ways
Where the tall pines blow and the southern winds kiss my face
Oh take me back!
I sit here thinkin' about those days
I wouldn't change a thing about my life today
Ain't it funny how time sure flies
'Cause all I ever wanted and all I ever needed
WAS YOU
Take me back to my southern ways
Where I can be myself and live another day
Take me back to my southern ways
Where the tall pines blow and the St. John's flows, and only God - he
knows, and those southern winds kiss my face
SKYNYRD NATION
JVZ: I think it's gonna be good night here Rickey!
RM: I think it's time to rock!
JVZ: It's gonna be hell of a show!
JVZ: People out there in the parking lot
RM: Smoking that stuff it's a rebel flag rock
JVZ: Turn it up, crank it out, let me hear you shout!
BOTH: That sweet soul southern music!
BOTH:
So put your hands in the air
Give us all you got
We're feeling right (feelin' right)
Gonna take all night (take all night)
To rock this joint the way it's supposed to be
Young and old (young and old)
3 Generations bold (generations)
We've been told
It's a SKYNYRD NATION!
JVZ: Motorcycle ladies hugging up to their daddies
RM: Oh teenage bangers they're all getting ready!
JVZ: Open those gates gonna rock tonight
RM: Oh when those lights go down it's a beautiful sight!
BOTH:
So put your hands in the air
Give us all you got
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/skynyrd-nation-lyrics-lynyrd-skynyrd.html ]
We're feeling right (feelin' right)
Gonna take all night (take all night)
To rock this joint the way it's supposed to be
Young and old (young and old)
3 Generations bold (generations)
We've been told
It's a SKYNYRD NATION!
HEY PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!
BOTH:
We're feeling right (feelin' right)
Gonna take all night (take all night)
To rock this joint the way it's supposed to be
Young and old (young and old)
3 Generations bold (generations)
We've been told
It's a SKYNYRD NATION!
SKYNYRD NATION! (Young and Old)
SKYNYRD NATION! (3 Generations More!)
We've been told...
IT'S A SKYNYRD NATION!!!
UNRIGITE THAT SONG
Well I heard it on the late night radio
For the umpteenth time headin' from LA to the Florida coast
I was between black coffee and shifting gears
When the second verse took a turn and brought me to tears
They were talkin' about love, I do and forever
And how two people ought to stay together
Well the music hit me but the singer's got it all wrong
Unwrite that song
Unwrite that song
'Cause what he's saying to me don't go with that melody
Unsing them lines about those happy times
Don't they know she's gone
Unwrite that song
Well it was 3 AM and she was cryin' and her eyes were all red
When that music video came on and she sat up in her bed
She grabbed that whiskey bottle
Poured one last shot
And threw that empty glass at the TV and screamed
Unwrite that song
Unwrite that song
'Cause what he's saying to me don't go with that melody
Unsing them lines about those happy times
Don't they know he's gone
Unwrite that song
Well there was a time that I believed
All those words were true
And if I had a pen and paper right now
I know what I'd do...
Unwrite that song
Unwrite that song
'Cause what he's saying to me don't go with that melody
Unsing them lines about those happy times
Don't they know he's gone
Unwrite that song
Lord I know she's gone
Unwrite that song
Unwrite our song
FLOYD
Floyd was a trapper way back in the holler
Made moonshine so he could make a dollar
Six feet tall, dressed in overalls
And wore himself a long gray beard
People say Floyd came to town one day
But two law dogs got in his way
Floyd never hurt no one in his life
But they never came back this way
No, they never came back this way
And the people say...
Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan
Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone
And the creeper was a creepin' and the souls they were hollerin' singin'
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
The G-men came out to track him down
But the swamp was too deep, even one of them drowned
They sent in the hellhounds but they turned around singing
How how how how how
And the people say...
Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan
Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone
And the creeper was a creepin' and the souls they were hollerin' singin'
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Yeah the souls are they were cryin'
Yeah the creeper he was creepin'
Sherriff Boudreaux came to talk to his neighbors
All they could say is he was eaten by a gator
The legend lives on but Floyd he's at home singing
How how how how how
And the soul said...
Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan
Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone
Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone
There's a full moon now
The moon was shinin' bright singing
Aye aye aye aye aye
"THAT AIN’t MY AMERICA
Sometimes I wanna light up underneath the no-smoking sign
Sometimes I wish they'd tell me, how justice got so blind
I wish they'd just leave me alone 'cause I'm doing alright
You can take your change on down the road and leave me here with mine
'Cause that ain't my America
That aint this country's roots
You wanna slam old Uncle Sam
But I ain't letting you
I'm mad as hell and you know I still bleed Red, White, and Blue
That ain't us
That Ain't My America
I was standing there in Dallas
Waitin on a plane
I overheard an old man
Tell a young soldier "thanks"
The young soldier hung his head and said "it's hard to believe
You're the only one who took the time to say a word to me"
And the old man said...
That ain't my America
That aint this country's roots
You wanna slam old Uncle Sam
But I ain't letting you
I'm mad as hell and you know I still bleed Red, White, and Blue
That ain't us
That Ain't My America
It's to the women and men who in their hands hold a Bible and a gun
And they ain't afraid of nothing, when when they're holding either one
Now there's kids who can't pray in school
$100 dollar tanks of gas
I can tell you right now this country ain't
AIN'T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THAT!
NO!
'Cause that ain't my America
That aint this country's roots
You wanna slam old Uncle Sam
But I ain't letting you
I'm mad as hell and you know I still bleed Red, White, and Blue
That ain't us
That Ain't My
That Ain't My America
That Ain't My America
That Ain't My America
Comin' Back For More
I ain't the kind to stick around without it
It'd be a crime 'cause man I'm all about it
It's in my blood
It keeps me breathin'
It's like a drug - gotta have the feeling
It's been awhile since I've seen your face
What a shame, what a waste
I've been up, I've been down
I've been kicked to the ground
But I can't get my mind off of you
So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong
Hopin' you wanted me to
I'm better than I was before
I'm knocking at your door
I'm coming back for more
Some say it's love
Some say it's hate
I'm here to tell you it's never too late
If you don't use it
Man you're gonna lose it
Your sweet little nothings are what I call music
It's been awhile since I've seen your face
What a shame, what a waste
I've been up, I've been down
I've been kicked to the ground
But I can't get my mind off of you
So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong
Hopin' you wanted me to
I'm better than I was before
I'm knocking at your door
I'm coming back for more
I keep comin' back, comin' back for more
I keep comin' back, yeah I need a little more
I keep comin' back, comin' back for more
I keep comin' back...back...back
I've been up, I've been down
I've been kicked to the ground
But I can't get my mind off of you
So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong
Hopin' you wanted me to
I'm better than I was before
I'm knocking at your door
I'm coming back for more
I keep comin' back, comin' back for more
I ain't the kind to stick around without it
It'd be a crime 'cause man I'm all about it
It's in my blood
It keeps me breathin'
It's like a drug - gotta have the feeling
It's been awhile since I've seen your face
What a shame, what a waste
I've been up, I've been down
I've been kicked to the ground
But I can't get my mind off of you
So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong
Hopin' you wanted me to
I'm better than I was before
I'm knocking at your door
I'm coming back for more
Some say it's love
Some say it's hate
I'm here to tell you it's never too late
If you don't use it
Man you're gonna lose it
Your sweet little nothings are what I call music
It's been awhile since I've seen your face
What a shame, what a waste
I've been up, I've been down
I've been kicked to the ground
But I can't get my mind off of you
So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong
Hopin' you wanted me to
I'm better than I was before
I'm knocking at your door
I'm coming back for more
I keep comin' back, comin' back for more
I keep comin' back, yeah I need a little more
I keep comin' back, comin' back for more
I keep comin' back...back...back
I've been up, I've been down
I've been kicked to the ground
But I can't get my mind off of you
So I keep on movin' on to a place I belong
Hopin' you wanted me to
I'm better than I was before
I'm knocking at your door
I'm coming back for more
I keep comin' back, comin' back for more
God and guns
Last night I heard this politician
Talking 'bout his brand new mission
I Liked his plans, but they came undone when he got around to God and Guns
I don't know how he grew up
But it sure wasn't down at the hunting club
Cause if it was he'd understand a little bit more about the working man
God and guns
Keep us strong
That's what this country
Was founded on
Well we might aswell give up and run
If we let them take our God and guns
I'm here in my back of the woods
Where God is great and guns are good
You really can't know that much about 'em
If you think we're better off without 'em
Well there was a time we ain't forgot
You could rest all night with the doors unlocked
But there ain't nobody safe no more
So you say your prayers and you thank the lord
For that peace maker
In the dresser drawer
God and Guns (God and Guns)
Keep us strong
That's what this country, lord
Was founded on
Well we might aswell give up and run,
If we let 'em take our God and guns.
Yea we might aswell give up and run,
If we let 'em take our God and guns!
Yeaaa
Ooh
God and guns
Don't let 'm take
Don't you let 'm take
Don't let 'm take
Our God and Guns
Oh God and Guns
Ye keep us strong
That's what this country, lord
Was founded on
Well we might aswell give up and run,
If we let 'em take our God and guns!
Wohoho
God and Guns
Wohohoo
Ooh
Storm
There was a time that you believed
That nothing could happen to you
You were in a place - deep in a hole
So dark that you could not see
Everyday the rain won't fall
The sun will come out and shine on us all
There's a light at the end for you my friend
Oh, take it from me...
The Storm will someday end
Will someday end
So much has changed inside your heart
We can tell it's tearin' you apart
We share your pain and feel your hurt
But holy water cleanses the dirt
Everyday the rain won't fall
The sun will come out and shine on us all
There's a light at the end for you my friend
Oh, take it from me...
The Storm will someday end
Yeah
You were
Stuck in a hole
Everyday the rain won't fall
The sun will come out and shine on us all
There's a light at the end for you my friend
Oh, take it from me...
Everyday the rain won't fall
The sun will come out and shine on us all
There's a light at the end for you my friend
Oh, take it from me...
The Storm will someday end
It's gonna end
It's gotta end!
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gifted Hands
I remember the day that he came in
I can't believe how long it's been
Like a poet, he began to play
Just an old friend that hung with the band
A drinkin' man he had no plan
But he played the 'Bird...
Played it for free
'Cause I know he's here
He's everywhere
Take a look around oh and you will see
That cross we bear
It's in the air
Lord we thank you for these gifted hands
There are demons we live with every day
That tear at our hearts and take us away
To another place
Some of us don't get back
This song is for the hands of the workin' man
Who believes in himself and he understands
Love, hope, and faith are The Maker's plan
'Cause I know he's here
He's everywhere
Take a look around oh and you will see
That cross we bear
It's in the air
Lord we thank you for these gifted hands
One day we'll all take that ride
And with those gifted hands I know you'll fly