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В 2004 году свет увидел третий альбом датских folk progressive power-металлистов Wuthering Heights. Он должен был стать заключительной частью трилогии о блуждающем философе-натурафиле, и поэтому название "Far from the Madding Crowd" ("Вдали от безумной толпы") подошло ему как нельзя лучше. Как и в прошлый раз, скооперировавшись с продюсером Томми Хансеном, музыканты отправились для записи в Jailhouse Studio. Единственное значимое изменение со времени выхода их последнего альбома произошло в стане самой группы. Я имею в виду уход в неизвестном направлении вокалиста Кристиана, заменой которому стал швед Нильс Патрик Йохансон (Nils Patrik Johansson) из Astral Doors. И знаете, такое ведь иногда бывает, что смена вокалиста полностью преображает музыкальный коллектив, и в случае с Wuthering Heights это верно на все сто процентов. Своей харизмой, прекрасным владением голосом, порой отдающим приятной хрипотцой, Йохансон привнёс в звучание группы свежую струю, которой ей определённо не хватало на предыдущих работах. По мощи вокала его можно смело ставить в один ряд с такими профи как Russel Allen (Symphony X), Jorn Lande (Masterplan) и Attila Dorn (Powerwolf).
В музыкальном плане альбом ничуть не уступает своему предшественнику. Опять нас встречает великолепный вступительный трек ("Gather Ye Wild"), на этот раз переносящий наше сознание на просторы зелёных датских лугов и лесов. К флейте и виолончели, которые слышны уже буквально в каждой песне, прибавилось ещё два фолковых инструмента - волынка и банджо, что, конечно же, в сочетании с замечательными хоровыми подпеваниями придало всему альбому только больше эпичности. Никуда не делись и фирменные смены ритма датчан, всё в порядке у них и с техникой игры (три инструментальных композиции с учётом бонусных треков). Клавишные создают прекрасную атмосферу и мелодику, а самое главное то, что они никогда не вылазят на передний план, звуча всегда как дополнение к солирующим гитарам. Заметно улучшилось качество ударных: если на "Within" и "To Travel for Evermore" бочки были какими-то приглушёнными, то теперь они звучат намного сочнее и уверенней. Также этот альбом примечателен и отличен от предыдущих работ датчан тем, что на нём впервые появилась полностью акустическая композиция (при этом не являющаяся ни intro, ни outro) - "Lament For Lуrien" ("Плач по Лириену"). А обусловлено это вот чем.
Дело в том, что главный герой трилогии - сумасшедший философ-одиночка, силуэт которого красуется на обложках всех трёх альбомов, обошёл все поля и леса, реки и горы Дании вдоль и поперёк, провёл кучу глубокомысленных бесед со всеми природными стихиями, но так и не нашёл ответа на мучающие его вопросы человеческого бытия. Внезапно, продираясь сквозь лесные заросли, он встречает загадочного старичка (случается это на "Longing for the Woods Part III: Herneґs Prophecy"), который пытается втолковать юному философу, что поиски смысла жизни бесполезны, а ответ на все вопросы лежит в глубине сердца самого паренька. Ну а потом старик зачем-то настоятельно рекомендует ему прекратить существование в материальном мире и исчезает в лесной чаще. Сдаётся мне, что это был всего-навсего заплутавший грибник, объевшийся чего галлюциногенного, но наш герой воспринял его слова всерьёз и не промедлил отправить себя на новый уровень существования. Именно смерть главного героя, которую датчане воспели в "Lament for Lуrien", и стала развязкой истории, начатой ими 1999 году на альбоме "Within".
Подводя итог, могу сказать, что альбом "Far from the Madding Crowd" показал истинное лицо Wuthering Heights. Конечно, он не был совершенным, группе ещё не хватало хитовости, но задорные и оригинальные мелодии, умелое соединение фолковых элементов с пауэрными, отличные гитарные партии и мощные припевы без сомнения дали надежду на то, что лучшие альбомы у датчан ещё впереди. Так оно и оказалось. |
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Blowing through my hair
Now into the dawn Iґm heading again
The hills are calling my name
Like a leaf on the ground Iґm blown away
I wasnґt born to stay
Living for the roads I see
Iґm wild, Iґm free
A stranger from the past
But Iґm not the last
ґCause the road goes on and on; the road goes on and on
The road goes on and on; the road goes on and on
Donґt know if itґs a curse or just another kind of blood
But my road goes on and on
Yes the road goes ever on
Now the sun sinks; the air is growing chill
I lie down under just another tree
The last grey daylight dies
Now as I close my eyes
Then the shadows surround me again
A cool wind touches my face
The empty landscape fills my mind
Guess Iґm behind my time
And yet Iґll always be
Though my time is done
In darkness, in the sun
Travel on
ґCause the road goes on and on; the road goes on and on
The road goes on and on; the road goes on and on
No Iґm not antisocial; I am of another kind
And my road goes on and on
The road goes ever on
You know me; Iґm in your dreams
Though you hide it well
Iґm who youґd wish you were
The traveller
ґCause the road goes on and on; the road goes on and on
The road goes on and on; the road goes on and on
Iґve lived my life, fulfilled my dreams
Iґm not afraid to die
But my road goes on and on
Yes the road goes ever on
The road goes on and on...
Tree
A thousand years Iґve stood here; Iґll stand a thousand more
Seen kingdoms rise and fall; seen pestilence and war
How swift are your little lives; how swiftly you forget
My roots are deep in your forefathersґ bones
My head in the air that you breath
When you freeze I submit to your fire
When youґre hot come seek shadow beneath...
Tree - tall as a mountain
Older than fathers of kings of men
Stood here and watched while your heroes died
I am your memory; I am incarnate life
My branches your cradle; I watched the rise of man
While you wished upon the stars; I never left the land
And youґve hung villains from my arms
Nailed prophets high on my chest
In your mind you may be the master
But in the soil we both shall rest
Tree - tall as a mountain...
Youґve convinced yourselves you were cast out of Eden
But you left willingly in pride
Now when you freeze in your castles of stone
Do you think you were right
Do you think you were right
Tree - tall as a mountain...
How fragile are your lives; how fragile your dreams
And you shall ache with thirst in eroded landscapes
(Thereґs no escape)
Last species alone in a field of stone
But listen mankind; what I tell is true
From a buried seed a forest will be
You may destroy; but you cannot undo
Longing For The Woods
Part I: the wild children
In their veins still runs the blood of the wild
Deep within their hearts the earliest of songs
In their eyes the light of the first of days
But the road is hidden
And theyґre so far, so far away
Staring into the darkness
Something stirs inside
A longing for something left long ago
Delving into darkness
Cannot stay inside
The moon is young and clear
And the fire is drawing them near
They gather in the shadows
In their eyes a fire light
Warriors and maidens fair
Bonded by a love implied
Now the wind calls
A storm from the past
Night falls
And theyґre longing for the woods
In the shade I stand and watch them
Like a scene from an ancient dream
Trying hard to awaken the Gods
In the hour of the fall
But it was long ago and it was far away
Will anyone hear
The wild childrenґs call
Highland Winds
I was roaming far from home
Far from the town that I left behind
Out in the wild; under open sky
Found myself in a field of green
Fairest of lands that I ever saw
The wind was different there; under open sky
Wind - whiped the tears off my face
Light - shone a way through the haze
Clouds cast shadows on fields below
Rain fell but was no longer cold
Felt I was stranded out of time
Gently touched by the breath of the Gods
Colours primeval; under open sky
Wind...
And the world may be falling
Still the pipes are calling me home
Highland winds you own my soul
Gladly I laid it in your hands
Let me roam in these green, green lands
And never shall I grow old
I believe I could sit here a thousand years
Feeding on air; watching nothing change
Thinking this is a good place to die
This is a good place to die
Sad was the day when I had to go
Back to the town that I left behind
Enamoured for life; under open sky
But in my mind this landґs forever clear
And in my thoughts I will travel there
To ease all pain and calm my fear; under open sky
A piece of me remains; under open sky
I left my heart; under open sky
Highland winds you own my soul...
Thinking this is a good place to die
But a better place to live
Longing For The Woods
Part II: the ring of fire
In my veins still runs the blood of the wild
Deep within my heart the earliest of songs
In my eyes the light of the first of days
But the road is hidden
And Iґm so far, so far away
Turning another page in the book
Iґm beginning to wonder
Does it get any better or worse than this
Searching for motives to stop me from screaming
Donґt know when I awoke
Just know I was better off dreaming
I am the Wanderer
Iґve seen many a shore
But the road I long the most to go
Is closed for evermore
Now the wind calls
A storm from the past
Night falls
And Iґm longing for the woods
I believe if I found the lost road back
I would see myself in that ring of fire
Maybe that is what I fear the most
For then I am now only a ghost
I left my heart in the woods
Will it ever be found again
Happy was I then, and hopeful
Trusted in the morning light
Now the sun warms me no longer
Though painfully bright
Roaming am I now, and lost
And burned down the fire
Could it be lit just one more time
Then let it be my pyre
The Bollard
A strong wind blew across the bay
A word for happiness on that day
The workers board their trains for home
Their shirts were dirty and damp
And I stood there just like before
A nod from a stud or a smile from a whore
It all seemed so impermanent though
I think that it never will change
I went down the old narrow road
That leads to the shore and to Sallyґs old boat
I went aboard and I rowed away
To get to the other side
And they all lit a fire on the beach that night
And all their troubles were out of sight
I just walked in and I tied the boat
To a tree in the edge of the wood
And they all sang a song called the bottle of smoke
They blew their whistles, their drums they stroke
And the fair young ladies they danced in the night
To the sound of the band in the flickering light
Bad Hobbits Die Hard
(instrumental)
Longing For The Woods
Part III: Herneґs Prophecy
I met the old man
In the depths of the woods
He said: Iґll show thee a bit of the future
If perchance thou wilt listen
The wanderer:
"The journey it has been so long
Is it the end that we feel drawing nearer
Though we keep on learning more
Nothing seems to get any clearer"
The Hunter:
"Man he must search his heart
Though he will not like what he findeth
I can tell him no truth
That he doth not already know
Turn the ghostship around
Climb back into the cradle
At least to die in dignity
Surrender now or be brought home in chains
The Motherspirit will conquer all
With or without thee the kingdom shall fall"
The Wanderer:
"Can it be done, can the Gods be awoken
Can we rewrite the tale, is the cradle not broken"
The Hunter:
"Not all the future is equally clear
It may be the end that you feel drawing near
Search in your hearts
If they still hold the truth
The voice from the past is the future
The longing for the woods"
And the old man, lord of the hunters of old
Disappeared in the depths of the woods
Left me with a strange sensation
That maybe one day...
The wind calls
A storm from the past
Night falls
And weґre longing for the woods
Land Of Olden Glory
Once a young boy he set out
Upon the road to fame a fortune
Full of hope for all looks bright in daylight
But the young boy he must learn
That the roadґs twisted and turned
And dangerous to travel after midnight
Born out of the fire
One night out in the wild
When the dawn broke free
I seemed only a helpless child
When from the dying embers
A sapling seemed to grow
O, could it be it showed to me
The way to go
Stumbling onto shaky ground
Not knowing what was to be found
Set sails for the future
Or dwell in realms long lost
A neverending battle
Where the dark outshines the bold
A mounting cost of dreamers lost
And growing old
Yet ever striding onwards
The quest will never rest
A hunter in the dark
And you will never catch me again
Iґm growing stronger now
With every wound I get somehow
You canґt take nothing from me
Anymore, because I...
Left the land of olden glory
Journeyed through the night
Leave a light for me my friend
And I will come inside
Life is a road that is twisted and turned
Children of the sun grow up and get burned
We should treasure our past but still travel light
And beware on whos doors we knock in the night
I know I have friends, I am never alone
But I am a wanderer, the road is my home
And in the light of moon
You may hear me singing
Left the land...
Once a young boy he set out
Upon the road to fame a fortune
Full of hope for all looks bright in daylight
But this young boy he must learn
That the roadґs twisted and turned
And dangerous to travel after midnight
Lament For Lуrien
Out of battle I did come
Afraid of darkness, afraid of the sun
The Gods led my feet to the kingdom now gone
Fairest of them all; Fairest of them all
Blessйd be the golden wood
Where trees were new that ages stood
For haunted souls a sanctuary true
And fairest of them all; Fairest of them all
Oh what joy, what balm for wounds
To stray beneath the stars
Where elvenmaids did dance as light
As leaf on lindentree; Leaf on lindentree
In the mirror I did see
What haunts me in my dreams, brings me to my knees
Would that foreґer I could hide midst the trees
In Lуrien the fair
Could I stay I would never leave
Could I stay I would ever be
In timeless land where shineth no moon
Yet I must leave here soon
Oh the burden laid on me
My quest is hard to bear
Succes and failure both shall be
The end of Goldenfair
I set my sails and leave this world
To me all seemeth bare
For neverafter shall I walk
In Lуrien the fair
A dream now gone, a name in a song
The garden of the Gods, faded and lost
Noone now lingers where mallorn once grew
And my worldґs fading too
Ai! lauriл lantar lassi sъrinen...
Memory Within A Memory
(instrumental)
The Tapdancer/Gather Ye Wild (reprise)
(instrumental)
The Tapdancer is dedicated to Nigel Tufnel
Gather Ye Wild (reprise) is dedicated to Franz Beckerlee