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 Очередной, 13-й, альбом группы Манфреда Манна вышел спустя целых 3,5 года после остросоциального «Somewhere in Africa», но, к сожалению, достичь былых высот ребятам по-прежнему не удалось. Как и ранее, заметно стремление следовать новомодным музыкальным тенденциям – типа «новой волны», – но не всегда это идет на пользу. Былой арт-рок на «Криминальном танго» (название какого-то мультфильма) почти полностью исчез, уступив место поп-року. В названии альбома написано «Manfred Mann’s Earth Band with Chris Thompson». Причина подобного внимания к Крису Томпсону неизвестна. Он был вокалистом в группе еще с 1976 года, однако собирался покинуть ее после выпуска данного альбома. Возможно, присутствие его имени на обложке было чем-то вроде призыва остаться в группе, а может быть, так Манфред Манн хотел показать, насколько большую роль сыграл на диске именно вокал этого парня, ставший здесь основным (на предыдущих работах было гораздо больше женского вокала).
1) «Going Underground». Размеренная песня (интересный кавер на панк-гимн The Jam) с диско-влиянием, в которой лирический герой заявляет о том, что не хочет быть таким, какими являются люди вокруг, поскольку не приемлет лжи и ненависти. Ближе к концу музыка клавишных весьма напоминает Вангелиса.
2) «Who Are the Mystery Kids?» Достаточно энергичная композиция с клавишно-гитарным тандемом.
3) «Banquet». Прекрасный кавер на Джони Митчелл. Тема в восточном духе с атмосферными клавишными и интересным текстом, в котором наша жизнь уподобляется банкету, где одному достается мясо, а другому – лишь кости от него.
4) «Killer on the Loose». Размеренное диско с налетом хард-рока. Оказывается, можно сочинить танцевальный хит и про сбежавшего на свободу убийцу.
5) «Do Anything You Wanna Do». Электронная попса, являющаяся кавером на песню панк-рок-н-ролльшиков Eddie & The Hot Rods. На дискотеках сойдет, а так – не впечатляет. Хотя есть неплохое соло на клавишных и гитаре.
6) «Rescue». Еще менее запоминающийся инструментал, который даже по меркам поп-музыки нельзя назвать особо удачным.
7) «You Got Me Right Through the Heart». Это уже немножко получше. Тут музыка по крайней мере более зажигательная. Спокойно можно подпевать во все горло: «Ты проникла мне прямо в сердце».
8) «Hey Bulldog». Кавер на The Beatles. Тут уже похардовее, хотя влияние диско все равно чувствуется. Кстати, «Битлами» здесь и не пахнет. Узнать их песню довольно затруднительно.
9) «Crossfire». Неплохой инструментал, сначала звучащий довольно расслабляюще, а потом становящийся более хардовым. Является, видимо, иллюстрацией каких-то военных событий. |
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You want more money of course I don't mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
and the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got
I'm going underground
We'll let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
I'm going underground
We'll let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow
Some people might need some tension to relax
Me, I'm too busy dodging the flak
What you see is what you get
You've made your bed you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and your place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got
I'm going undergroud
We'll let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
I'm going underground
We'll let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow
We talk and we talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news, my body froze
The braying sheep on the TV screen makes this boy shout, makes this boy scream
Going underground
We'll let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
I'm going underground
We'll let the boys all sing and the boys all shout
And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got
I'm going undergroud
We'll let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
I'm going underground
We'll let the boys all sing and the boys all shout
And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got
I'm going undergroud
We'll let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
I'm going underground
We'll let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow
We'll let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow
I'm going underground
We'll let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow
I'm going underground
I'm going underground
I'm going underground
WHO ARE THE MYSTERY KIDS?
Marcellino, Casanova, little angel from Laslow street
Cinderella, she's a crossover, she got no father in history
Got no good life, got no love life
Got no future, got no hopes and dreams
In a cruel world, in a cool world
You're a number, you're a mystery
Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids ?
Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids ?
Little Jimmy, hit and run boy
You can trust him, he'll take the strain
I remember when he said to me
There's a war going through my brain
And everyone still talks about the time
Sweet Mary drank all that wine
And I just cannot believe what I see
They're so strange they're a mystery
Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids ?
Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids ?
And I say fareewell as the lights go out
In the dark stairwell, can't take anymore
Marcellino, Casanova, little angel from Laslow street
Cinderella, she's a crossover, she got no father in history
In a cruel world, in a cool world
You're a number, you're a mystery
Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids ?
Who are the mystery, mystery kids, the mystery kids ?
BANQUET
Some get the gravy, some get the gristle
Some get the marrow bone
Some get nothing though there's plenty to spare
Some watch the paint peel, some watch their kids grow
Some watch their stocks and bonds
Waiting for that big deal American Dream
Took my dream down by the sea
Sailing yachts and lobster pots and sunshine
Logs and sails and shell oil pails
Down where the waterskiers glide
Some turn to Elvis, some turn to Africa
Some turn to rambling round
For a clean sky and a drinking stream
Who let the greedy in ?
Who left the needy out ?
Who made the salty sea ?
Tell them we're hungry for a sweeter fare
Took my dream down by the sea
Sailing yachts and lobster pots and sunshine
Logs and sails and shell oil pails
Down where the waterskiers glide
Some get the gravy, some get the gristle
Some get the marrow bone
Some get nothing though there's plenty to spare
Some watch the paint peel, some watch their kids grow
Some watch their stocks and bonds
Waiting for that big deal American Dream
KILLER ON THE LOOSE
Fear on the street, panic in the alley
You mustn't walk alone tonight
Blood on the wall like a river cuts a valley
The victim is an awful sight
There's a killer on the loose, knows just what he's doing
He's built around a heart of fire
Killer on the loose lurking in the shadows
Nobody knows exactly how he looks
But his picture's stamped on everyone's mind
You never see his face, attacks from the back
You better watch out behind
There's a killer on the loose, knows just what he's doing
He's built around a heart of fire
Killer on the loose lurking in the shadows
There's a killer on the loose, knows just what he's doing
He's built around a heart of fire
Somebody screams that there's a killer on the loose
There's a killer on the loose, knows just what he's doing
He's built around a heart of fire
Somebody screams that there's a killer on the loose
DO ANYTHING YOU WANNA DO
I'm gonna break out of the city
Leave the people here behind
Searching for adventure
It's the kind of life to find
Tired of doing day jobs
With no thanks for what I do
I know I must be someone
Now I'm gonna find out who
Why don't you ask them what they expect from you ?
Why don't you tell them what you're gonna do
Do anything you wanna do
Do anything you wanna do
I don't need no politicians to tell me things I shouldn't be
Neither no opticians to tell me what I oughta see
No-one tells you nothing even when you know they know
They tell you what you should be
They don't like to see you grow
Why don't you ask them what they expect from you ?
Why don't you tell them what you're gonna do
Do anything you wanna do
Do anything you wanna do
Do anything you wanna do
Why don't you ask them what they expect from you ?
Why don't you tell them what you're gonna do
You get so lonely, maybe it's better that way
It's not you only, 'cause you got something to say
Do anything you wanna do
Do anything you wanna do
Do anything you wanna do
RESCUE
I shall be rescued someday
So many empty days
And nobody told me
Need to be rescued today
It's been a thinking day
And I haven't done badly
Haven't done badly how slow some days can go
Think I've been dreaming of some people I don't even know
Someday I'm sure to see the sun
And when my time has come
I'll think of you always
I see your face through the tears
I'm gonna try for you
But nobody told me
Nobody told me how slow some days can go
Think I've been dreaming of some people I don't even know
YOU GOT ME RIGHT THROUGH THE HEART
Baby there are pretty young boys
With shiny new toys that make the most noise
The way you look you can easily afford
To slam the door on any given nightstore
In a world where they put you on trial
Flick your hair, flash your smile
Get what you want, don't want what you got
But maybe be a little bit shy
You got me right through the heart
You got me right through the heart
You got me right through the heart
But you get it, right slap bang through the middle of your heart
Some time when you're feeling alone
Won't you call me at home or answer your phone
When you're free you can come and see me
Any time you feel the need
Or want to watch me bleed
In a world where they put you on trial
Flick your hair, flash your smile
Get what you want, don't want what you got
But maybe be a little bit shy
You got me right through the heart
You got me right through the heart
You got me right through the heart
But you get it, right slap bang through the middle of your heart
You got me right through the heart
But you get it, right slap bang through the middle of your heart
BULLDOG
Sheepdog standing in the rain
Bullfrog doing it again
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
What makes you think you're something special when you smile ?
Childlike no-one understands
Jack-knife in your sweaty hands
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years
You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you're lonely you can talk to me
Big man walking in the park
Wigwam frightened of the dark
Some kind of loneliness is measured out in you
You think you know it but you haven't got a clue
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you're lonely you can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you're lonely you can talk to me
Sheepdog standing in the rain
Bullfrog doing it again
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years
You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you're lonely you can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you're lonely you can talk to me
[repeat to fade]
RUNNER
Through the night...through the dawn,
Behind you another runner is born.
Don't look back, you've been there.
See the mist as your breath hits the air.
And it's underneath the moonlight, passing some;
Still your heart beats in the moonlight like a drum.
Through the night...through the dawn,
Behind you another runner is born.
Don't look back, you've been there.
Feel the mist as your breath hits the air.
And it's underneath the moonlight, passing some;
Still your heart beats in the moonlight like a drum.
And you will run your time, a shooting star across the sky.
And you will surely cross the line, to pass on the flame.
Sun come up...sun go down.
Hear the beat, see the sweat on the ground.
Watch your step, keep your cool,
Though you can't see what's in front of you.
And it's underneath the moonlight, passing some;
Still your heart beats in the moonlight like a drum.
And you will run your time, a shooting star across the sky.
And you will surely cross the line, to pass on the flame, pass on the flame.
Through the night...through the dawn,
Behind you another runner is born.
Don't look back, you've been there.
Feel the mist as your breath hits the air.
And it's underneath the moonlight, passing some;
Still your heart beats in the moonlight like a drum.
And you will run your time, a shooting star across the sky.
And you will surely cross the line.
And it's underneath the moonlight, passing some;
Still your heart beats in the moonlight like a drum.
And you will run your time, a shooting star across the sky.
And you will surely cross the line.