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Dead Can Dance
Dead Can Dance


Информация
Откуда Melbourne, Australia
Жанры World music
Ambient
Ethereal Wave
Gothic Rock
Post-punk
Годы 1981—2005
Лейблы Atlantic Records
Rykodisc
4AD
Rhino Records
См. также Lisa Gerrard
Сайт Website
Состав
Lisa Gerrard
Brendan Perry
Бывшие участники
Simon Monroe
Paul Erikson
Peter Ulrich



Альбом Dead Can Dance


Toward The Within (1994)
1994
1.
2.
3.
4.
Yulunga (Spirit Dance)
5.
Piece For Solo Flute
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
Cantara
11.
12.
13.
14.
Sanvean
15.
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Favoured son
Turn in the garden
Shades of one
Sins forgotten

Favoured signs to find hope
In the rounds of life
Favoured rhymes to find hope
In the sands of life

Favoured son
Fence in your heart
Savoured son
Sins forgotten


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Persian :

Migan asbet rafighe rooze jange
Mo migooyom azoo behtar tofange
Svaare bi tofang ghodrat nadaare
Svaar vaghti tofang daare svaare

Tofange daste noghream raa forookhtam
Baraaye del ghabaaye terme dookhtam
Ferestaadom baraayom pas ferestaad
Tofange daste noghream daad-o-bidaad

English Translation :

They say your charger is your pal on the day of battle
I say even better is the gun
A cavalryman without a gun is without vigour
A cavalryman is one when he has got a gun

I sold my silver-stock gun
Sewed a Termeh frock for my love
She returned it to me when I sent her the frock
Oh alas my silver-stock gun


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Favoured one, fade on, see them run
Journey 'round, heave ho all night long
You've been afraid for far too long
I've been enraged in my song
I've been a rose in my rage
I've been a rose
I've been a rose
I've been a rose
Canaan ran, since her desert song
Canaan ran, rides on the bird song
You've been afraid for far too long
I've been enraged in my songs
I've been a rose
I've been a rage
I've been a rose
I've been a rage
I've been a rose


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Yulunga

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Piece For Solo Flute

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I sat within the valley green
I sat me with my true love.
My sad heart strove the two between
The old love and the new love.
The old for her the new
That made me think on Ireland dearly.
While the soft wind blew down the glade
and shook the golden barley.

T'was hard the woeful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us.
But harder still to bear the shame
of foreign chains around us.
And so I said the mountain glen
I'll meet at morning early.
And I'll join the bold united men
While soft winds shook the barley.

T'was sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arm round her flinging.
When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears
LyricsFrom out the wild woods ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early.
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley.

But blood for blood without remorse
I've ta'en at oulart hollow.
I've lain my true love's clay like corpse
Where I full soon must follow.
Around her grave I've wandered drear
Noon, night, and morning early.
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley


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I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
With your hands held in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever
My apple tree my brightness
'Tis time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am stained by the weather

When my family thinks
That I'm safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head
Calling out to the air
With tears both hot and wild
Oh I grieve for the girl
That I loved as a child

The priests and the friars
Behold me in dread
Because I still love you
My love and you're dead
I would still be your shelter
From rain and from storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm


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Ever loved a woman who made you feel tall?
Ever loved a man who made you feel small?

If you were a sailor
I'd raise the anchor
To sail the sea
In search of you and me
And god

Conjures currents to break our fragile boats
And both the innocent and the damned
Are swallowed up in his wake

If you were a huntress
I'd be your bow
For your silver arrows
To seek out his heart

Ever loved a woman who made you feel tall?
Ever loved a man who made you feel small?

LyricsWho are you to complain
For lack of understanding?
We are all created equal
In just one thing alone

Alone in your thoughts that consume you through your life
They'll take you outwards to the dark edge of time
And there's nothing more dangerous
Than a man with nothing to lose
Nothing to live for
And nothing to prove


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I need my conscience to keep watch over me
To protect me from myself
So i can wear honesty like a crown on my head
When i walk into the promised land

We've been too long american dreaming
And i think we all lost the way
Forlorn somnambulistic maniacal in the dark
I'm in love with an american girl
Well, she's my best friend
I love her surreptitious smile
That hides the pain within her

And we'll go dancing in the rings of laughter
And leave alone by the shores
Feel alone in the brands of rapture
And leave alone for the loss

Faith, on the lea the rising wind blows
Faith, on the lea the rising wind blows
How long? how long?
Lyrics
Here alone on the grounds of allegiances we've left behind
Turned back by the foot of the doorway
Never lost and found

We've been too long american dreaming
I think we've lost the heart
Forlorn somnambulistic maniacal in the dark

Faith, on the lea the rising wind blows
Faith, on the lea the rising wind blows
How long? how long?


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Cantara

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From the body to the soul
Where our hearts lead we must go
Wherever love may flow


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Al jorn del judici
Parrá qui haurá fet servici

Un rei vendrá perpetual
Vestit de nostra carn mortal
Del cel vindrá tot certament
Per fer del segle jutjament

Ans que el judici no será
Un gran senyal se mostrará
Lo sol perdrá lo resplendor
La terra tremirá de por

Aprés se badará molt fort
Amostrant-se de greu conhort
Mostrar-se han ab crits i trons
Les infernals confusions

Del cel gran foc davallará
Com a sofre molt pudirá
La terra cremará ab furor
LyricsLa gent haurá molt gran terror

Aprés será un fort senyal
D'un terratrémol general
Les pedres per mig se rompran
I les muntanyes se fondran

Llavors ningù tindrá talent
D'or, riqueses ni argent
Esperant tots quina será
La senténcia que es dará

De morir seran tots sos talents
Esclafir-los han totes les dents
No hi haurá home que no plor
Tot lo mo'n será en tristor

Los puigs i plans seran iguals
Alli seran los bons i mals
Reis, ducs, comtes i barons
Que de llurs fets retran raons

Aprés vindrá terriblement
Lo fill de de'u omnipotent
De morts i vius judicará
Qui be' haurá fet alli es parrá

Los infants qui nats no seran
Dintre ses mares cridaran
I diran tots plorosament
"Ajuda'ns, de'u omnipotent"

Mare de de'u, pregau per no's.
Puix so'u mare de pecadors
Que bona senténcia hajam
I paradis possejam

Vosaltres tots qui escoltau
Devotament a de'u pregau
De cor ab gran devocio'
Que us porte a salvacio


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"Nein" dahter allez wider sich
"La stan, Tristan, versinne dich,
Niemer genim es keine war."
So wolte et ie daz herze dar;
Wider sinem willen crieget er,
Er gerte widerr,siner ger

"No," thought he, all against himself
Leave her alone, Tristan, consider this, come to your senses
It was never easy for anyone
The heart would ever have it so
He gets the opposite of what he wills
He desired against his own desire


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Sanvean

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Don't fade away, my brown-eyed girl
Come walk with me, i'll fill your heart with joy
And we'll dance through our isolation.
Seeking solace in the wisdom we bestow
Turning thoughts to the here and ever after
Consuming fears in our fiery halos

Say what you mean, mean what you say
I've heard that innocence has led us all astray
But don't let them make you and break you
The world is filled with their broken empty dreams
Silence is their only virtue
Locked away inside their silent screams

But for now, let us dance away this starry night
Filled with the glow of fiery stars
And with the dawn our sun will rise
Bringing a symphony of bird cries

Don't bring me down now, let me stay here for awhile
You know life's too short, let me bathe here in your smile
I'm transcending the fall from the garden
Goodnight


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