One man rode the way through the woods
Down to Asa bay
Where dragon ships had sailed to sea
More times than one could say
To see with own eyes the wonder
People told of from man to man
The God of all almightyness
Had arrived from a foreign land
The rumours told of a man
Who had come from the other side the seas
Carrying gold cross around neck in chain
And spoke in strange tongue of peace
He had come with strange men in armour
Dressed in purple shirts and lace
Smelling not of beer but flowers
And with no hair in face
And the bold man carrying cross
Had told all one of Asa bay
The God of all man woman child had come
To them all save
And to thank Lord of Heaven
One should build to God a house
And to save one's soul from Hell
One should be baptised and say vows
A man of pride with the Hammer told new God
To build his house on own
And spoke loud of the Gods of their fathers
Not too long time gone
The rumours said the man with a beard like fire
The Hammer in chain
By men in armour silenced was and by
Their swords was slain
Those who did not pay the one coin
Of four to man of new God
Whipped was twenty and put in chains then locked
By their neck to the log
And so all of Asa bay did build
A house of the cross
Every hour of daylight they did sweat
Limbs ached because faith does cost
And on the day two hundred
There it stood white to the sky
The house of the God of the cross
Big enough to take two dragon ships inside
All of Asa bay did watch
The wonder raise to the sky
Now must the God of the cross be pleased satisfied
Just outside the circle of the crowd
One old man did stand
He looked across the waters
And blotted the sun out of his eyes with one hand
And his old eyes could almost see
The dragon ships set sail
His old ears could almost hear
Men of great numbers call out Oden's hail
And though he did know already
Though he turned face towards sky
Whispered silent words forgotten
Spoken only way up high
Now this house of a foreign God does stand
Now must they leave us alone
Still he heard from somewhere in the woods
Old crow of wisdom say
...people of Asa land, it's only just begun...
O prioritetai man pastaruoju metu yra nauji leidimai. Dar kitas dalykas, kad naujos grupės dažnai jau nebepateikia nieko įdomaus man. Ar bent nesilygina su savo "pirmtakais", kad norėtųsi į juos gilintis.
Nauji atradimai lieka tikrai paskutinėje vietoje ir praktiškai pamirštami. Kartais tik, jeigu pagal asociaciją su kita grupe atrandu, perklausau kokias kelias dainas, ir dažnai tuo ir pasibaigia, nes reikia grįžti prie prioritetų.
Tai panaši dilema ir man. Mano JAU mėgstamos grupės kepa kūrybą tempais, kurie man žiauriai per dideli, o čia dar naujas grupes atradinėti. Dažniausiai pas mane atradimai dabar būna "nes Spotify algoritmas išmetė", o ne intentional prisėdimai prie kažko
Nes pasirodo, juose gali slėptis įdomių, netikėtų dalykų. Pvz., netyčia atradau vieną bitlų dainą, nuo kurios užsikabinau, ir paaiškėjo visas Yellow Submarine albumas įdomus. Bet kur čia spėsi perklausyt, kai tiek naujų reikia peržvelgti...
Tai niekas netrukdo. Nėra ir labai didelė diskografija studijinių albumų. O man vis dar reikia normaliai perklausyti visus klasikinius, kurių gal nei vieno albumo normaliai taip ir neperklausiau. Bitlai, Rolling Stones, Kinks...
Man reiktų kažkada pradėt santykius su Wings. Visuomet Wings turėjau omeny kaip mane labiau dominantį projektą negu patys bitlai, bet vis kažkur kitur dėmesys nukrypsta. Bet neabejoju, jog Wings kataloge rasčiau nemažai ką sau artimo.
Kažin ar uždėjus šauktuką pavadinime pasitaisytų. Nes šauktukas ir turėtų būti pagal viską. O gal jis buvo išimtas su priežastim... Hm, įdomus mistinis detektyvas.
2016 m. vasario 24 d. 16:48:15
Geriausia senų laikų Bathory daina.
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