Berlioz - Symphonie fantastique (Mariss Jansons conducts, Proms 2013)
Berlioz :Symphonie fantastique
The Best of Berlioz
Berlioz - Grande Messe des Morts (Requiem)
© Hector Berlioz (1803-1869) - Symphonie fantastique (1830) - DRSO - Rafael Frühbeck de Burgos
Berlioz - Roméo et Juliette - volledig live concert in HD
BERLIOZ - Harold en Italie Op. 16 (Sir Colin DAVIS/Philarmonia Orchestra) - COMPLETE
Louis Hector Berlioz: Requiem (Lyon 2012)
Berlioz: Symphonie fantastique - Muti/WPh(2007Live)
Le Requiem de Berlioz à Notre Dame de Paris Arte 2014 06 15 17 35
Berlioz - Symphonie fantastique (OPRF, Dudamel, 2009)
Berlioz - Symphonie funèbre et triomphale
Berlioz - The Damnation Of Faust - Rakoczi March
HECTOR BERLIOZ.- Sinfonía Fantastica
Plot
Master and Margarita (1994) is based on the eponymous book by Mikhail A. Bulgakov. The film is set in the 1930s Moscow under Stalin and in Jerusalem under Pilate, and has several story-lines that are intertwined. Master (Rakov) is a talented writer in Moscow working on a manuscript about the biblical Jesus (Burlyayev) and Pontius Pilate (Ulyanov). Authorities in Moscow are harassing Master by surveillance and intimidation. Victimized by their harassment, Master throws his manuscript into the fire, before he is locked up in a mental clinic. His assistant and Muse Margarita (Vertinskaya) uses the supernatural powers of Woland (Gaft), trying to help Master. The character of Master is thought to be autobiographical, burning of his manuscript alludes to what Bulgakov himself did under threats from Soviet authorities.
Keywords: based-on-novel, character-name-in-title, epic
Manuscripts don't burn
Plot
Mail author for translation. Egy kihalt gyarnegyedben, a varos peremen, valahol Kelet-Europaban, egy ures muhely kozepen all egy kad. Eckermann, a meteorologus furdik benne. Ideje java reszet abrandozassal tolti, ezert baratai Felhocskenek hivjak. Ket baratja van: Berlioz, az orokmozgo eletmuvesz, es Vero, az uzemek hallgatag vaganya. A gyarnegyedet hamarosan felrobbantjak. Az uzemek katonai parancsnoksaga mindenkit felszolit, hogy hagyja el a lezart korzetet - a fiuknak el kell koltozniuk.
Plot
The Master and Margaret (1972) is based on the eponymous book by Mikhail A. Bulgakov. The film is set in the Soviet Union under Stalin, it has several story-lines, that are intertwined. Maestro Nikolai Masoudov (Tognazzi), a talented writer, and his assistant Margaret (Farmer), are working on a biblical story of Pontius Pilate (Tadic). The Satan - Woland (Cuny), and his lieutenants, are harassing Master by surveillance, by killing his friend, and sending another friend to Gulag prison in Siberia. Victimized by their harassment, Master becomes paranoid, and is locked up in a mental institution. Margaret is trying to save him regardless of the danger.
Keywords: 1920s, actor, adultery, artistic-freeedom, based-on-novel, black-cat, black-magic, bureaucrat, cancer, cat
Plot
Retired madame Adelaide Bonfamille enjoys the good life in her Paris villa with even classier cat Duchess and three kittens: pianist Berlioz, painter Toulouse and sanctimonious Marie. When loyal butler Edgar overhears her will leaves everything to the cats until their death, he drugs and kidnaps them. However retired army dogs make his sidecar capsize on the country. Crafty stray cat Thomas O'Malley takes them under his wing back to Paris. Edgar tries to cover his tracks and catch them at return, but more animals turn on him, from the cart horse Frou-Frou to the tame mouse Roquefort and O'Malley's jazz friends.
Keywords: 1910s, anthropomorphic-animal, anthropomorphism, butler, cat, croaking, dancing, dinner, disney-animated-feature, dog
A purr-fectly wonderful new cartoon feature
Meet the cats who know where it's at...for fun, music and adventure!
A tune-filled animated extravaganza.
DIG THESE CATS...and all that JAZZ!
Thomas O'Malley: Humans don't really worry too much about their pets.
Thomas O'Malley: Boy! Your eyes *are* like sapphires.
Marie: Ladies don't start fights, but they can finish them!
Duchess: Berlioz, come back here. Haven't you forgotten something, darling?::Berlioz the Kitten: Thank you, Miss Frou-Frou, for letting me ride on your back.::Frou-Frou the Carriage-Horse: You're quite welcome, young man.::[Berlioz turns to his mama]::Berlioz the Kitten: How was that, Mama?::Duchess: Very good, darling. That was very nice.
Berlioz the Kitten: We were just practicing biting and clawing.::Duchess: Aristocats do not practice biting and clawing, and things like that. It's just horrible.::Toulouse the Orange Kitten: But someday, we might meet a tough alley cat.
Edgar: Morning, Frou-Frou, my pretty steed.::[whispers]::Edgar: Can you keep a secret?::[out loud]::Edgar: Of course you can.::[chuckles]::Edgar: I've some news straight from the horse's mouth. If you'll pardon the expression, of course.
Lafayette: Okay, let's charge!::Napoleon: Wait a minute. I'm the leader! I'm the one that says when we go.::[pause]::Napoleon: Here we go. Charge!
Uncle Waldo: It's outrageous! Why, you won't believe what they tried to do to your poor Uncle Waldo. Look! Look at this!::[reading from menu of Le Petit Cafe]::Uncle Waldo: "Prime Country Goose A la Provencale, stuffed with chestnuts"...? "And basted in white wine." Hic!::Thomas O'Malley: Basted? He's been marinated in it.::Uncle Waldo: Dreadful! Being British, I would've preferred sherry.
Napoleon: It's a motorcycle. Two cylinder. Chain drive. One squeaky wheel, on the front, it sounds like. Now you go for the tires, and I'll go right for the seat of the problem.::Lafayette: How come you always grab the tender part for yourself?::Napoleon: 'Cause I outrank you, that's why. Now, stop beatin' your gums and sound the attack.::[Lafayette barks]::Napoleon: No, that's mess call.::Lafayette: Made a mess of it, huh?::Napoleon: You can be replaced, you know.
[Berlioz has been scared by a frog]::Duchess: Oh, darling. That's only a little frog, my love.::Berlioz the Kitten: But he had a mouth like a "hippolotamus."
Berlioz - Symphonie fantastique (Mariss Jansons conducts, Proms 2013)
Berlioz :Symphonie fantastique
The Best of Berlioz
Berlioz - Grande Messe des Morts (Requiem)
© Hector Berlioz (1803-1869) - Symphonie fantastique (1830) - DRSO - Rafael Frühbeck de Burgos
Berlioz - Roméo et Juliette - volledig live concert in HD
BERLIOZ - Harold en Italie Op. 16 (Sir Colin DAVIS/Philarmonia Orchestra) - COMPLETE
Louis Hector Berlioz: Requiem (Lyon 2012)
Berlioz: Symphonie fantastique - Muti/WPh(2007Live)
Le Requiem de Berlioz à Notre Dame de Paris Arte 2014 06 15 17 35
Berlioz - Symphonie fantastique (OPRF, Dudamel, 2009)
Berlioz - Symphonie funèbre et triomphale
Berlioz - The Damnation Of Faust - Rakoczi March
HECTOR BERLIOZ.- Sinfonía Fantastica
Hector Berlioz Harold en Italie, Symphonie en quatre parties Leonard Bernstein
Hector Berlioz - Grande Messe des Morts {Requiem}
Berlioz - Dies Irae {Turn up the volume!!}
Berlioz: Symphonie fantastique (complete performance)
BERLIOZ. LA DAMNATION DE FAUST. MARCHE HONGROISE.
An Electrifying Berlioz Requiem: Sir Colin Davis @ Royal Albert Hall
Berlioz: L'enfance du Christ, oratorio | Orchestre National de France
Berlioz - King Lear - Overture
Berlioz - Harold In Italy
Encore: Hector Berlioz: Hungarian March - YouTube Symphony Orchestra Encore
Giuseppe di Stefano. Absence. Hector Berlioz. Live Wien.
HECTOR BERLIOZ - SYMPHONIE FANTASTIQUE op. 14
Hector Berlioz - Requiem: Grande Messe des Morts
BENVENUTO CELLINI di Hector Berlioz, LIVE HD, solo il 17 GIUGNO, AL CINEMA
Berlioz - J. E. Gardiner (live) - Messe solennelle (1824)
Teatro La Fenice - Hector Berlioz, 'Benvenuto Cellini', Ouverture Op. 23 (1997)
Hector Berlioz - The Damnation of Faust - Hungarian March
Hector Berlioz - Symphonie Fantastique
Hector Berlioz - Symphonie Fantastique
Hector Berlioz "Te Deum" Claudio Abbado
HECTOR BERLIOZ.- Romeo y Julieta Op 17 (completo)
Hector Berlioz - Les Troyens - Les chants joyeux - Luisa Vannini Soprano - Contralto S.Nadler LIVE
Hector Berlioz "Grande Symphonie funebre et triomphale"
Hector Berlioz: Grande Messe des Morts (Requiem) - Tuba mirum
Hector Berlioz: Symphonie fantastique / Otto Klemperer
Elīna Garanča - Elina Garanca - Absence by Hector Berlioz (HD)
Hector Berlioz: Les Troyens - London, 1947 (Ferrer, Giraudeau, Cambon; dir. Beecham)
Berlioz - Les Troyens - Royal Hunt And Storm
Hector Berlioz - Les nuits d'ete (Janet Baker with Richard Hickox and the City of London Sinfonia)
Berlioz - La Marseillaise
Dame Gwyneth Jones-La Mort de Cléopâtre, Hector Berlioz, Cond. Thomas Schippers
Sleeping with the Enemy Theme
Composer Lives in Miniature: Hector Berlioz (Animation)
Berlioz: Grande Symphonie funèbre et triomphale / Rattle · Berliner Philharmoniker
Berlioz - Les Troyens (Antonacci, Barcellona, Capitanucci, Kunde - Pappano)
Cecilia Bartoli: "La mort d'Ophélie" (Hector Berlioz)
Hector Berlioz - Symphonie Fantastique Op. 14 A (music visualization by Božidar Svetek)
Pablo González - La Infància de Jesús d'Hector Berlioz
Jessye Norman: La mort de Cléopâtre (Part 2) by Hector Berlioz
Hector Berlioz - Romeo et Juliette, op. 17 (10/15) Funeral Procession
Itzhak Perlman "Rèverie et caprice" Berlioz
Hector Berlioz - Harold in Italy, Op. 16 - I. Harold in the Mountains (part 2)
BERLIOZ by Sir COLIN DAVIS 'Te Deum' Op. 22 (H.118)
Hector Berlioz La Damnation de Faust A.S.von Otter K.Lewis J-van Dam Georg Solti
Isabelle Druet: Les Nuits d'été by Hector Berlioz
Héctor Berlioz = BENVENUTO CELLINI = Rai Roma, 08.05.1973
Claudio Abbado; TE DEUM op. 22 di Hector Berlioz
Berlioz, Symphonie fantastique, op. 14 (von Karajan).wmv
Opera Beatrice et Benedict von Hector Berlioz
Hector Berlioz (pronounced: [ɛktɔʁ bɛʁˈljoːz]; 11 December 1803 – 8 March 1869) was a French Romantic composer, best known for his compositions Symphonie fantastique and Grande messe des morts (Requiem). Berlioz made significant contributions to the modern orchestra with his Treatise on Instrumentation. He specified huge orchestral forces for some of his works; as a conductor, he performed several concerts with more than 1,000 musicians. He also composed around 50 songs. His influence was critical for the further development of Romanticism, especially in composers like Richard Wagner, Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, Franz Liszt, Richard Strauss, Gustav Mahler and many others.
Hector Berlioz was born in France at La Côte-Saint-André in the département of Isère, near Grenoble. His father, a respected provincial physician and scholar, was responsible for much of the young Berlioz's education. His father, Louis-Joseph Berlioz, was an atheist, with a liberal outlook; his mother, Marie-Antoinette, was an orthodox Roman Catholic. He had five siblings in all, three of whom did not survive to adulthood. The other two, Nanci and Adèle, remained close to Berlioz throughout his life.
Mariss Ivars Georgs Jansons (born 14 January 1943) is a Latvian conductor, the son of conductor Arvīds Jansons.
His mother, the singer Iraida Jansons, who was Jewish, gave birth to him in hiding in Riga, Latvia, after her father and brother were killed in the Riga Ghetto. As a child, he first studied violin with his father.
In 1946, his father won second prize in a national competition and was chosen by Yevgeny Mravinsky to be his assistant at the Leningrad Philharmonic. When his family joined him in 1956, young Jansons entered the Leningrad Conservatory, where he studied piano and conducting, although his father urged him to continue playing violin. In 1969 he continued his training in Vienna with Hans Swarowsky and in Salzburg with Herbert von Karajan. Karajan had invited Jansons to be his assistant with the Berlin Philharmonic, but the Soviet authorities blocked Jansons from ever hearing about the offer.
In 1973, Jansons was appointed Associate Conductor of the Leningrad Philharmonic Orchestra (now Saint Petersburg Philharmonic Orchestra). In 1979, he was appointed music director of the Oslo Philharmonic, with which he performed, recorded and toured extensively. Jansons resigned his Oslo position in 2000 after disputes with the city over the acoustics of the Oslo Concert Hall.
Rafael Frühbeck de Burgos (born Rafael Frühbeck Frühbeck, 15 September 1933, Burgos) is a Spanish conductor and composer.
Frühbeck studied violin, piano, and composition at the conservatories of Bilbao and Madrid. He graduated summa cum laude from the Hochschule für Musik in Munich in conducting and won the Richard Strauss Prize.
Frühbeck has served as music director of the Rundfunkorchester Berlin, the Deutsche Oper Berlin, artistic director of the Montreal Symphony Orchestra and chief conductor of the Bilbao Orchestra and the Vienna Symphony, as well as being principal guest conductor for numerous orchestras in Europe, the United States, and Japan. He made his American debut with the Philadelphia Orchestra. From 1980 to 1983 he was principal conductor of Yomiuri Nippon Symphony Orchestra of Tokyo, of which he is now an honorary conductor.
From 2001 to 2007, Frühbeck was principal conductor of the RAI National Symphony Orchestra. He became music director of the Dresden Philharmonic in 2004. In January 2011, the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra announced the appointment of Frühbeck as the Creative Director of its Masterworks Series of concerts, starting with the 2011-2012 season. In February 2011, the Danish National Symphony Orchestra announced the appointment of Frühbeck as its next principal conductor, as of the 2012-2013 season, with an initial contract of 3 years through 2015.
Sir Colin Rex Davis, CH, CBE (born 25 September 1927) is an English conductor. His repertoire is broad, but among the composers with whom he is particularly associated are Mozart, Berlioz, Elgar, Sibelius, Stravinsky and Tippett.
He studied as a clarinettist, but was intent on becoming a conductor. After struggles as a freelance conductor from 1949 to 1957, he gained a series of appointments with orchestras including the BBC Scottish Orchestra, the BBC Symphony Orchestra and the Bavarian Radio Symphony Orchestra. He has been associated with the London Symphony Orchestra for over 50 years, including over ten years as its principal conductor. He has also held the musical directorships of Sadler's Wells Opera and the Royal Opera House, where he was principal conductor for over fifteen years. His guest conductorships include the Boston Symphony Orchestra, the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, and the Dresden Staatskapelle, among many others.
As a teacher, Davis holds posts at the Royal Academy of Music, London, and the Carl Maria von Weber High School of Music in Dresden. He made his first gramophone recordings in 1958, and his discography built up in the succeeding five decades is extensive, with a large number of studio recordings for Philips Records and a growing catalogue of live recordings for the London Symphony Orchestra's own label.
Leonard Bernstein ( /ˈbɜrnstaɪn/ US dict: bûrn′·stīn; August 25, 1918 – October 14, 1990) was an American composer, conductor, author, music lecturer and pianist. He was among the first conductors born and educated in the United States of America to receive worldwide acclaim. According to The New York Times, he was "one of the most prodigiously talented and successful musicians in American history."
His fame derived from his long tenure as the music director of the New York Philharmonic, from his conducting of concerts with most of the world's leading orchestras, and from his music for West Side Story, as well as Candide, Wonderful Town, On the Town and his own Mass.
Bernstein was also the first conductor to give numerous television lectures on classical music, starting in 1954 and continuing until his death. In addition, he was a skilled pianist, often conducting piano concertos from the keyboard.
As a composer he wrote in many styles encompassing symphonic and orchestral music, ballet, film and theatre music, choral works, opera, chamber music and pieces for the piano. Many of his works are regularly performed around the world, although none has matched the tremendous popular and commercial success of West Side Story.
Somebody tell me why we landed here on the planet left
stranded
We suffer in this land then we leave it empty-handed
Experience a fraction of eternity then vanish
I never took advantage, I just took it all for granted
In my youth man, I used to smoke a quarter a night
Was bored of my life, ignoring all the glorious sights
I was lost getting caught up in all the hype
It took me ten years to get my priorities right
I'm up close and personal with my daily abuse
But all you fairies say spare me cause you're scared of
the truth
Why oh why must everyone be in disguise
You get nothing out of living lies
Why? Cause everybody needs to hide
Why oh why must everyone be in disguise
You get nothing out of living lies
Why? Cause everybody needs to hide
You know I really think it's funny
When you're flaunting all your automobiles
Cause I know that money's something that you oughta
conceal
The more you reveal the more we know it all isn't real
I bet you frauds keep talkin' till your coffin is
sealed
But it's ok, you behave in anyway that you want
Cause I can look you in the face and know you're fakin'
the funk
So take a second and brace yourself for taking this
punch
You may leave a little shaken when I break through your
front
Why oh why must everyone be in disguise
You get nothing out of living lies
Why? Cause everybody needs to hide
Why oh why must everyone be in disguise
You get nothing out of living lies
Why? Cause everybody needs to hide
I was just another white kid who suffered an identity
crisis
I ain't the only one I know that many are like this
So I did it how I did it never cared if they liked it
Kids got so excited they was ready to bite shit
Me getting on the mic is just like getting a license
To be hittin' all you critics that are stereotypin'
My only problem is I got plenty of vices
But I'll keep on writin' till I'm ready and ripe
Why oh why must everyone be in disguise
You get nothing out of living lies
Why? Cause everybody needs to hide
Why oh why must everyone be in disguise
You get nothing out of living lies
I'm spittin' with the venom
To your soul through flesh and denim
I kill every opponent with the message that I send 'em
And I leave 'em, with no heart-beatin', the lungs
breathin'
Their last thought was questioning the demon they
believe in
Forcing me to start kickin' mental martial arts
Piercing they hearts, with all these metaphorical darts
Make use of this verbal abuse and call a truce
'Cause the verse hurts worse, and works quick as a
noose
Stop frontin', you wantin' my mouth to stop running
Some sought assault, but the thoughts kept comin'
The last man who tried, well, he died in his sleep
I can't believe what I was saying put him 6 feet deep
Diagnosed with an overload flow to his brain
I guess the truth that I told him, must have drove him
insane
Any rough .$ ., can pull the trigger, but I'm bigger
The poisoned lyrics make you sick quicker than liquor
So go blast your gun, I'm gonna be the one who'll be
yellin' victory
When all is said and done son
Now I'm battling my wars
With chords and metaphors
Lord knows the pen's mightier than the sword
Armed with my thoughts and the almighty force
For sure the pen's mightier than the sword
Destroy the flesh, but the core will endure
Of course the pen's mightier than the sword
So blow me up with a bomb, I'll move on and go beyond
Like the wayward son, and carry on
I'm forever green, I'm what you never seen before
What you thought was raw was far from hardcore
I'm alive on a compact disc, I never miss, I always hit
Assuring I'll forever exist
Three times as arrogant as Cannibis is
Now they teaching classes, calling it The Borial-
Analysis
I grip the mic as if I'm never gonna pass it
When I spit the ancient and eternal to the masses
Enthusiastic, opposite of plastic
Just recorded this shit, and it's already classic
Man on a mission, holding my position
With no war paints, just poetic ammunition
Now I'm battling my wars
With chords and metaphors
Lord knows the pen's mightier than the sword
Armed with my thoughts and the almighty force
For sure the pen's mightier than the sword
Destroy the flesh, but the core will endure
Of course the pen's mightier than the sword
Combat, without physical contact, you're under attack
Gettin' bashed, smashed, slashed, and gashed
With the sharp tongue, piercin' your ear drum
It's fearsome, slinging your gun son, I ain't even got
I'm doing what I say, and saying what I mean
With words that cut clean from a poet supreme
I flip tha Tai-Chi Chuan, droppin' terrorist bombs
With blood from Lebanon like Kahlil Gibran
I reside in the hills outside the city walls
Behind closed doors with the infinite source
While you're dwellin' in your hood, inhaling the smog
I'll be in the woods, puffin' logs talkin' to God
Uninvolved with ya'll, I'm watchin' all far from afar
Loungin' on a mountain top, countin' the stars
Now I'm battling my wars
With chords and metaphors
Lord knows the pen's mightier than the sword
Armed with my thoughts and the almighty force
For sure the pen's mightier than the sword
Destroy the flesh, but the core will endure
Of course the pen's mightier than the sword
Enough of all that, let's switch up the format,
And talk some more trash, I'm getting bored fast
Ain't gonna talk gats, just hand-to-hand combat,
Man-to-man, full contact, on the floor mat,
Your weak blows are deflectable,
I'll go toe-to-toe with you, at your own dojo,
Want none of you bozos at my show,
where some silly hoe's shakin' her ass up in my video
I didn't kick flows in the cold until my lips froze,
So folk can always tell me how my shit goes
I grab a pencil like it's a pistol
But this way it isn't problem if it hits you
You won't see what you want from me,
So don't come to me well "what's it all mean?" cause'
It don't mean a thing
Your lies is all I despise,
Been fightin' guys like you all my life and
They don't mean a thing.
My best shit ain't even on my set list,
Cus half the listeners can't even get this,
So what! you sold records, you ain't respected,
You went too far and tried too hard to be accepted,
This can never be a thing of jealousy,
Just don't be tellin' me to check the melody,
I got the better beats, got the better rhymes,
I made sure I bettered mine ahead of time
So what's up kid? Your big head's been busted,
Don't get disgusted, I'm just servin' justice.
You won't see what you want from me,
So don't come to me well "what's it all mean?" cause'
It don't mean a thing
Your lies is all I despise,
Been fightin' guys like you all my life and
They don't mean a thing.
So don't attempt, to beg for my pardon,
Cause' I'll keep talkin' til' my arteries harden,
I've takin' losses, told off some bosses,
Sick of all them jobs that all make me nauseous,
It ain't worth it, workin' for no purpose,
For cash I'm hurtin', future's uncertain,
So I keep searching, livin' and learnin',
Earnest to earn everything I'm deservin'
If I can't be on the stage with my band jammin',
I'll be standin' on the street corner panhandlin'!
You won't see what you want from me,
So don't come to me well "what's it all mean?" cause'
It don't mean a thing
Your lies is all I despise,
Been fightin' guys like you all my life and
They don't mean a thing.
You won't see what you want from me,
So don't come to me well "what's it all mean?" cause'
It don't mean a thing
Your lies is all I despise,
Been fightin' guys like you all my life and
I've lived in cold and freezing snow
Breathed the heat of steaming cold
And never ever be a part of me
I worked hard to scape the land
Did my job at shaking hands
But can't stand the fake that makes of me
Yeah im thirsty standing firmly
But your purpose just cant concerm me
Man I know you'll take this personally
It doesnt mean that I hate you just cuz I don't want
you to do me no favors
No matter how hard you shake this hands
Can't break this man, can't break this man (x2)
I've been to hell and felt the pain
Smelt the smoke of melting flames
I know there ain't much lower one can go
It isn't me who's hurting you
I happen to have some work to do
I just need a little room so I can grow
Not unfriendly just unbending
Can't you read the signal I'm sending
I don't care if I'm offending thee
It doesnt mean that I hate you just cuz I don't want
you to do me no favors
No matter how hard you shake this hands
Can't break this man, can't break this man (x2)
Yeah I'm thirsty standing firmly but your purpose just
can't concerm me
Man now I know you'll take this personally
It doesnt mean that I hate you just cuz I don't want
you to do me no favors
No matter how hard you shake this hands
Dreams of freedom
Lost in this forsaken land
No one left to find you
Running scared
Fooled by those greedy hands
Familiar places become new
Same old song
Pick up where the old ones left
He said he'd heed our calls
Far too long
Another reign at his behest
Dreams of freedom call
Hope is gone for all
Rob us, drown us in your evil lies
We don't recognize this place
Free us, promise us a brand new time
This will be our fall from grace
Brand new day
New beginning, same old end
Safe in his little shell
Chance ends soon
His opportunity to change
Then we can break his spell
Fear not my child, your day will come
Attack this broken soul
Take and leave me in
You think that I forgot you
Destroying part of me
You don't even know
Your scent is all I breathe
You left me long ago, walking on my own
You swear you won't return
In times of clarity, sky breaks through the clouds
And you will leave me be
Flash of truth, back where we started
Your peace, my war
It's warm inside this lie, the world escapes me
Just me and you again
You only wanted peace, for you that's the end
But all I got was war
The distance suits you well
You get to miss the show
I pray that you, you're happy
While I descend to you
Flash of truth, back where we started
Your peace, my war
Miles away, too close for comfort
Without a paddle in the darkest sea
From the shore they call to me
Promising all of my dreams
I fade into the night
Change this life laid for me
Take home and pray
Take reality, take this life from me, oh no
I'm not free
Empty words, shattered pride I had
You lead me down a path of shame
The stories I write for myself
I'm not of your kind
Take reality, take this life from me, oh no,
I'm not free
Soon I'll rise and see, what I am to be, at last
Regeneration
My blood coursing through my veins
The gift for what I have done
Til now hiding bliss from me
Tired enough to let it go
Awake enough to fight
Too proud to know you've sunk so low this time
Leaving you with an unknown reason
The strength to do and thought to see somehow
Now a life's work looks withered on your tired face
A new man I see with my eyes
Forces strike again, it's pointless to pretend
We can help the evil that's inside you
Taken away, but remembered to this day
That's what I failed to say while you were here
To live as young men in the prime of our lives
Mirror sees a different face
From what you recognize
New light cast on old place
And seen through empty eyes
One moment's thought defines a lifetime
And this moment will be yours
Take this time to see your new reality
You hear them calling
No one else will know
Don't you ever let these cracks show
When your thoughts become lost
What was good becomes bad
All at the damning cost
Of all you ever had
Another mind lost to the depths
To see what no one else can
An existence cast in a memory
Finest Hour Songtext :
Rise up to these bitter times
To uncertain rhymes
Find yourself between the lines, end of days
Within these pages lies a written memory
Of the story of the fallen ones
The pride and freedom, of the ones who risked it all
Made the sacrifice and gave their lives
Cause they were...
Free men, with the will to live
Knowing it would cost their lives
No flag or fail to end the night
Restore the broken pride
Where ever we may fight
In the wrong or right
Devotion and courage sees us through the night
On these pages
We'll write our history
Write the story of the world at war
Pride and freedom, we're the ones who risked it all
Made the sacrifice and gave our lives
See the smoke reach to the sky
Visions of my demise
A sight best left unseen
I know I'm not awake
But the pain I still feel
Who am I to say what's real
Free fall into paradise, a world of lies, when you
Free fall you will see what you cannot be
Take these memories when I wake
Of the years that have gone by
Emotions I can't deny
To have lived another life
In a world non-existant
How does one live again
When you feel your life is over
But you're really just asleep
When reality surrounds you
Realize it's just a dream
Try to leave this dream I'm in
These cold hands hold me down
Pull me deeper in my mind
I feel I'm going to drown
I see the world collapse around me
Feel the walls cave in
The sky is torn, the world is burning
I can't escape this hell
My sanity has betrayed me
How can I forget
If you cannot forgive
The past, ever haunting
I've nothing good to give
Fear overcomes you
Driving you insane
Feel it take you over
Feel the warming pain
When I close my eyes
I see you night and day
I dream of my revenge
You took and now I'll take
With left inside
Another wasted night without you
Empty bottles to the side
Scattered pages lie around me
Written words of better times
I won't let you be the key
Unlock what hides inside of me
A restless soul that longs to see
What it can truly be
A lyric of a new beginning
A war against my demons will
Exorcise these thoughts from my head