Hoje, 23 de outubro é um dia especial: Duas das melhores bandas do gótico- Dark Wave (se é que se podemos retular desta forma) farão shows no Brasil. A italiana THE FROZEN AUTUMN de Diego e Arianna e a americana CHRISTIAN DEATH de Valor e Mitri. Duas bandas excepcionais que merecem a atenção do público. Ainda bem que o mundo Underground não é tão queridinho pela grande mídia, assim podemos curtir as duas bandas sossegados. Este post é em homenagem a eles, sejam bem vindos sempre em nosso país!
THE FROZEM AUTUMN
When I’m walking down the empty streets
You’re always in my mind , always
As a shell of melting secret words
You’re always in my mind, always
I can feel your whispering inside of noisy dreams
Through the ceiling of a room,
The echo of your voice
As a wave brought by the wind
Is calling from the void
Now I recognize the sound where theres no sound at all
When you are sad, tears are not enough
Everytime you lose yourself in yearning
When you are sad, days are not enough
Time never stops before your eyes
When you are sad, rest is not enough
All your efforts seem to be ignored
When you are sad, beauty is not enough
Makebelieve is all you see around you
CHRISTIAN DEATH
In the beginning there was sinning
and in the end, well, let’s pretend
blessed is the fruit I dare you
to take another bite of it
and somehow I think you will
in spite of it
O’no no no no no no no passion like a hurricane
O’no no no no no no no is desire a ball and chain
O’no no no no no no no passion like a hurricane
Sweet sixteen with a letter between
Mother, virtue won’t you explain?
Harvest of victims for the church of no return
In the beginning there was sinning
and we made love like animals
out of wedlock
away back when it was the laws of nature
not gods or men
and in the end, well, let’s pretend
O’no no no no no no no passion like a hurricane
O’no no no no no no no is desire a ball and chain
O’no no no no no no no passion like a hurricane
Sweet sixteen with a letter between
Mother, virtue won’t you explain?
Harvest of victims for the church of no return
In the beginning a hurricane
transgressed the law
and there was fire and desire, passion and smoke
and from the mist that chilled the ashes
came the men
with the words of right and wrong, huh!
Yea let’s pretend again
Mundo Sonoro 