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Royal Hunt
« Clown in the Mirror »
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André Andersen – клавишные и гитары
Henrik Brockmann – лид- и бэк-вокал
Steen Mogensen – бас-гитара
Jacob Kjaer – гитара
Kenneth Olsen – барабаны
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All words and music by Andre Andersen.
Produced by Andre Andersen.
Mixing – Nelson Ayres, Mike Goldberg and Royal Hunt
Recorded at "Mirand Studio" (Copenhagen),"Media Sound" Production,
"House of Music" (NJ, USA)
Mastered at "Sterling Sound" (NY, USA) by George Marino.
(c)1994. "Majestic Entertainment" |
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| 1. Wasted Time
You're out huntin' if I'm the prize - so roll the ball!
I'm like a mad dog, keep fightin' - back against the wall!
Come on I'll show you the world you never seen,
Come on I'll teach you - good fight is when you win!
(So listen up)
Wasted time, like a poison in my wine, I c |
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Свой второй альбом под названием "Clown In The Mirror" датчане Royal Hunt выпустили в 1993 году, через год после дебюта. Если говорить об их стиле, то настоящий прогрессив, как я считаю, музыканты стали играть, начиная с альбома "Paradox" (1997). Здесь же мы видим по большей части мелодичный хард-рок, приправленный виртуозными клавишными пассажами. Конечно, по сравнению с первым альбомом рост налицо: музыка стала более сложной, тексты - глубокими. Не сомневаюсь, что именно из-за этого альбом признали довольно блеклым по сравнению с "Land Of Broken Hearts", под завязку наполненным хоть и весьма незамысловатыми, но хитами. Но не спешите судить строго: чтобы раскрыть всю красоту этого творения, в него элементарно надо вслушаться. Начинается пластинка с красивейшего интро «под старину», то есть с эффектом потрескивающей пластинки; интро переходит в драйвовую композицию "Wasted Time", которая и по сей день входит в концертную программу группы. Стоит сказать пару слов по поводу вокалиста Хенрика Брокмана, к которому вся братия поклонников Royal Hunt относится весьма критично и ставит его на последнее место после Джона Уэста и Ди Си Купера. Я считаю его лучшим, а уж для "Clown In The Mirror" более подходящего вокалиста, кажется, и вовсе было не сыскать. Впрочем, вернемся непосредственно к материалу. На одном дыхании проносится среднетемповая "Ten To Life" с интересной басовой линией, за ней следует обалденный боевичок "On The Run". Наконец, дело доходит до коронной заглавной вещи. Ребята, если вы не слышали «Клоуна в зеркале», я вам искренне сочувствую. Эта удивительная баллада с фортепианным вступлением, философским текстом и ураганным бриджем является истинным украшением не только данного альбома, но и всего творчества этого коллектива в целом. Настоящая жемчужина идет в самом конце альбома. Она так и называется, просто и лаконично: "Epilogue". Даже если бы эта композиция стала последней когда-либо записанной Royal Hunt, то команда, написавшая ее, все равно вошла в историю. Не даром «Эпилогом» до сих завершается каждое выступление группы. Единственное, что портит впечатление, это перекочевавшее с первого альбома посредственное качество записи, которое впоследствии было исправлено только на альбоме "Moving Target" (1995). Впрочем, уровень материала настолько высок, что на подобные мелочи можно спокойно закрыть глаза. |
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Второй альбом датчан держится абсолютно на тех же позициях, что и вышедший годом ранее дебютник («Land оf Broken Hearts» 1992). Никаких изменений мной не было замечено. И по стилю, и по звуку эти альбомы – братья-близнецы. И столь быстрый выход «Clown in the Mirror» никак не повлиял на качество самих песен. Они по-прежнему являют собой мелодичные боевички в стиле хард-н-хэви, с характерными хоровыми припевами и оптимистичной атмосферой. И было бы естественно предположить, что хитов нет, что музыканты просто погнались за деньгами, так быстро выпустив альбом. Но нет, хиты здесь имеются, взять хотя бы блестящий боевик «On the Run» с исповедью беглеца, красивую инструменталку «Third Stage» (достойный преемник «Martial Arts» с прошлого альбома), динамичный номер «Here Today, Gone Tomorrow», среднетемповый боевик «Bad Blood» и финальный трек «Epilogue» с философским текстом о том, что всему наступает конец. Остальные вещи достаточно ровные, без намёка на скучность, но с лёгким оттенком однообразности. А звук практически тот же, но с большим упором на бас-гитару, здесь она приятно звучит дружественным пульсированием на заднем плане. Очень порадовала работа вокалиста Хенрика Брокманна, несомненно, он выложился на все 100 процентов. Отличный голос, но это последний альбом с его участием. Вывод: группа постепенно набирает обороты, и на этом альбоме ещё больше чувствуется свой стиль Royal Hunt. А это, несомненно, огромный плюс. Приятного прослушивания! |
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The perfect crime - like a bullet in the back it search you.
Time is running out it hurts you,
Goin' down because of wasted time...
I'll keep on tryin' - NO ONE ALLOWED - I'm out too late.
See losers cryin' - the sort thing I use to hate...
2. Ten To Life
Sun's comin' up and news starts spreadin' around.
Yesterday's gone, and you man I had to gun down, down, down.
Hey mister "know it all" - what the hell you gonna do?
When a jerk like that takes a swing at you.
You'll run for cover, you'll spit him in the eye,
You'll pull the trigger! - don't tell me lies...
My mother said straight way's build on pride, yeah.
If wishes were horses then beggars would be ride, and ride, ride, ride.
Hey mister "know it all" - what the hell you gonna do?
When a jerk like that takes a swing at you.
You'll call it even, you'll desperately weep,
You'll pull the trigger! - and nail that creep...
Ten to life - now the crime is done.
So long - I'm too far gone...
Ten to life - from a judge so fine,
Best man - that money can buy...
Took a shot but I've failed,
Now I'm dying in jail.
And it cuts like a knife,
I'm gettin' Ten To Life...
Just like a dream they busted me and put me away,
Over the hills and down to the slammer to stay.
Hey mister "know it all" - what the hell you gonna do?
When a jerk like that takes a swing at you.
You'll turn another cheek, take livin' in disgrace,
You'll pull the trigger - get off of my face...
3. On The Run
I got those wheels for nothin', yeah, some cash to burn.
Talk of the town keep movin',
No excuses, no return.
Too dumb to steal, too proud to beg - don't shake my tree.
I've been around the block,
There money's tight and nothing's free!
An angels face and butcher eyes, a quiet prayer - pack of lies.
They call you fate - I call you pain and here I go again!...
On the run,
My journey's just begun! I'm
On the run,
Oh God, what have I done!
On the run,
Like a unforgiven son, I'm
On the run!
Like a night I'm chasin' down...
I won't take any crap and I'm not comin' back,
I gonna give you kind of peace of mind,
No - shadow's right behind your back.
I've pumped it up, you've called me bad news, now I'm gone.
No pity regrets 'bout,
Things I've said and things I've done.
Look all around the place - law's gone, there's no respect,
Don't get too close I've got my reputation to protect!
So check it out the place is dead - low life, no fun.
You listen up, and listen good -
I'm better off just livin' on the run!
4. Clown In The Mirror
Our circus closed, and the midnight ghost,
Comin' out as light's gone down.
Old and tired clown, no one is around,
Staring at the mirror - now listen...
Oh, show must go one,
Lived in the crowd, dyin' all alone...
Clown in the mirror - glitter and scars.
Here's the pleasure and pain looks as one...
Clown in the mirror - touchin' the stars,
Flyin' in dreams to the sun...
What a mask can say?
Cry the night away!
Askin' mirror - "tell me how long?"...
Wrigglin' all those years, through the laugher'n'tears,
Don't believe in hearts of stone...
Oh, show must go on,
Lived in the crowd, dyin' all alone...
Clown in the mirror, glitter and scars.
Here's pleasure and pain looks as one...
Clown in the mirror touchin' the stars,
Flyin' in dreams to the sun...
But the sun will rise, evil took the prize,
Something will remind you...
Sign of disgrace - this paint on your face...
5. Third Stage
[Instrumental by Andre Anderson]
6. Bodyguard
Tell me more, all about your class.
Wasted days - used to watch your ass.
Make your move, cos' you're in - I'll pass
Lets clear the air -
Hearts of stone and one track mind,
Makin' bread on an easy ride.
Cover up for a heavy crime,
You call it fair?
You'll never start learnin',
Just keep those wheels turnin',
My heart goes on burnin'...
What's you gonna do when your world goes down?
Small time player on the big ground,
Push it to the limit but the moment's gone.
Now I'm out.
Money for the blow and you think you're big?
Build your muscles but your heart gets weak.
Makin' up a dream it falls apart,
I don't wanna be your bodyguard.
Listen up - here's something new -
Now I'm quit protecting you.
Fuck yourself til' the you're black and blue,
Get off my side.
I don't care if you're in or out,
Make believes what it's all about.
Be a part of the faceless crowd,
I'll be alright!
You'll never start learnin',
Just keep those wheels turnin',
My heart goes on burnin'...
7. Legion Of The Damned
I'm back in town where I was born,
Where street's so cold and heart's of stone.
They told me - kid, you'll see the sun.
I did! through the barrel of the gun...
Day one I understood the game,
So much to loose - so much to gain.
I'm not the one who's left behind,
I know I'll make it - through the night...
Somebody's gonna die in a desperate fight,
No use to hide away the light.
Get paid to go so far - no matter who you are.
Nobody's gonna run and there's no one to blame,
We're under the gun and feel no shame,
It's never gonna end - the legion of the damned...
I've listened to preachers, I've listened to fools,
So many saints, so many rules...
It's gonna be - cold day in hell,
If ever reason'll break the spell.
Somebody's gonna die in a desperate fight,
No use to hide away the light.
Get paid to go so far - no matter who you are.
Nobody's gonna run and there's no one to blame,
We're under the gun and feel no shame,
It's never gonna end - the legion of the damned...
They don't understand,
I know who I am...
8. Here Today, Gone Tomorrow
Call it a day, close down the front,
What you don't own, that's you don't want.
Hitchin' a ride to the land of "A lot",
Please everyone, feel like a slot.
You gonna choose, from a pack of lies,
Which one will close somebody's eyes.
You gotta jump over somebody's head,
You better watch it every step.
It's kind of tricky without safety net.
Here today, gone tomorrow,
From time to time it changes the state of mind.
Here today, gone tomorrow,
If you could get another life, your tears will dry?
You'll see it passin' by...
Claim to the top, make it all real,
Crash everyone under your wheel.
Give it a shot, do it at your best,
Conscience is clear, put it to rest.
Something is wrong, something won't flow,
Feel like dressed up and no place to go,
Stop buggin' me, now when you've failed.
You're talkin' fair and out on bail,
But every coffin needs a nail...
9. Bad Blood
I used to be kind of an easy guy,
I tell you now you've sort of crossed the line.
I've been in town and you've called the names,
You better run back home and get brand new face!
Bad times lost and good times won.
Things will get ugly, you've all alone,
You will never see the dawn.
I don't care, cos' I'm bad to the bone...
Bad blood breakin' your heart,
I'm gonna track you down,
You knew it right from the start.
Bad blood breakin' your heart,
All we got is just a bad, bad blood...
Bad blood breakin' your heart,
Because you're trapped in the middle,
Now you're fallin' apart.
Bad blood breakin' your heart,
All we got is just a bad, bad blood...
You want me down crawlin' on my knees,
You wanna watch me suffer slowly by degrees,
Hard hittin' stuff, but it won't make me crack,
You wanna fight, you'll get a bang for the buck.
Bad blood breakin' your heart,
I'm gonna track you down,
You knew it right from the start.
Bad blood breakin' your heart,
All we got is just a bad, bad blood...
Bad blood breakin' your heart,
Because you're trapped in the middle,
Now you're fallin' apart.
Bad blood breakin' your heart,
All we got is just a bad, bad blood...
10. Epilogue
Sailin' away - alone in the ships of time,
Wanderin' bout the past - stayin' lost in line.
Never ending story of both night and day,
Everything's been lost along the way...
Over the years all the friends I've had,
Rushed to settle down before they died.
In the darkest hour - screams into the night,
Everyone's who never seen the light.
Someone's lost and someone's found,
Someone's movin' 'round and 'round.
Someone's pushin' all the way and hit's the ground.
Someone's came and someone's gone,
Someone's livin' on the run.
Someone's made it, someone's not,
To see the dawn...
Minute by minute, hour by hour's gone,
Left me alone, kept twistin' me 'round and 'round.
Every single piece of me will cry for help,
Do I have to take that final step?
Someone's lost and someone's found,
Someone's movin' 'round and 'round.
Someone's pushin' all the way and hit's the ground.
Someone's came and someone's gone,
Someone's livin' on the run.
Someone's made it, someone's not,
To see the dawn...