out on this road takes its toll
and you pay for everything you do
underlights, made me blind
this place is the same as last night
out of control takes its toll
but you learn to live with your dreams
speaking your mind to those you find
listening to what you have to say
I wouldn't change the way
I wouldn't stop the decay
promised the world, as your world
changed before your eyes
and the days became the weeks
and the weeks the years
and no one remembers that very first day
or how it slipped away
forever I wait, pulling in, pulling out
as the motors whine
to remind me I'm home
and I'm here to stay
as we decay
another day
decay away
I'm goin' home, I don't know where
I'm goin' home, not far from here
out on this road, paint this toll
make me whole, set the stage
fill it with anger, fill it with rage
no I don't know what's today
I know it falls in the years of decay
self, sacrifice, everynight
and together we paid a price in blood
that spilled out through the years
and another day passes away
look to the black, drawn farther back
look to each day, see the decay
times I've had, good and bad
win or lose, this is what I choose...
out on this road takes its toll
and you pay for everything you do
underlights, made me blind
this place is the same as last night
out of control takes its toll
but you learn to live with your dreams
speaking your mind to those you find
listening to what you have to say
I wouldn't change the way
I wouldn't stop the decay
promised the world, as your world
changed before your eyes
and the days became the weeks
and the weeks the years
and no one remembers that very first day
or how it slipped away
forever I wait, pulling in, pulling out
as the motors whine
to remind me I'm home
and I'm here to stay
as we decay
another day
decay away
I'm goin' home, I don't know where
I'm goin' home, not far from here
out on this road, paint this toll
make me whole, set the stage
fill it with anger, fill it with rage
no I don't know what's today
I know it falls in the years of decay
self, sacrifice, everynight
and together we paid a price in blood
that spilled out through the years
and another day passes away
look to the black, drawn farther back
look to each day, see the decay
times I've had, good and bad
win or lose, this is what I choose...
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.
Šitas yra labai geras, made my day Įdomu tai, kad tikroje albumo nuorodoje yra brūkšnelis prieš "Help". Toks jausmas, kad kažkas bandė taisyti šitą situaciją ir nesugalvojo nieko geriau kaip įterpti brūkšniuką Arba labai keistas netyčiukas.
2009 m. lapkričio 4 d. 17:52:40
and you pay for everything you do
underlights, made me blind
this place is the same as last night
out of control takes its toll
but you learn to live with your dreams
speaking your mind to those you find
listening to what you have to say
I wouldn't change the way
I wouldn't stop the decay
promised the world, as your world
changed before your eyes
and the days became the weeks
and the weeks the years
and no one remembers that very first day
or how it slipped away
forever I wait, pulling in, pulling out
as the motors whine
to remind me I'm home
and I'm here to stay
as we decay
another day
decay away
I'm goin' home, I don't know where
I'm goin' home, not far from here
out on this road, paint this toll
make me whole, set the stage
fill it with anger, fill it with rage
no I don't know what's today
I know it falls in the years of decay
self, sacrifice, everynight
and together we paid a price in blood
that spilled out through the years
and another day passes away
look to the black, drawn farther back
look to each day, see the decay
times I've had, good and bad
win or lose, this is what I choose...