Iron Maiden Empire Of The Clouds

Iron Maiden ? 鐵娘子?  // https://youtu.be/YbAhn7iKLPc

嗯, 我也有聽. 年輕時也是聽很多Heavy metal. 他們以前的作品很猛, 台灣有些樂團有模仿過吧

這首歌 Empire Of The Clouds   
有18分鐘, 史詩般格局, 有前衛搖滾的企圖心, 跟以前作品的風格不太一樣. 

Iron Maiden  在聲音平衡上都能有節制, 並不吵, 
音量都有壓縮處理過, 台灣樂團都彈太猛了.

我最近買了一件 The book of souls 的專輯T恤, 又剛好聽到這首歌,覺得有戲.

這是英國老牌重金屬樂團. 現今這首歌, 樂風路線改變很多.

他們有沒有被樂風套死?  

有沒以作風格的奴隸?

有沒有很吵? 死敲爛打?

沒有吧, 主要還是聽要表達什麼.

這故事背景我比較不能理解但專輯賣到1億張,這我更不能理解了.

歌詞:

To ride the storm, to an empire of the clouds
To ride the storm, they climbed aboard their silver ghost
To ride the storm, to a kingdom that will come
To ride the storm, and damn the rest, oblivion

Royalty and dignitaries, brandy and cigars
Related giant of the skies, you hold them in your arms
The millionth chance they laughed, to take down his majesty’s craft
“To India” they say, “magic carpet float away”, an October fateful day

Mist is in the trees, stone sweats with the dew
The morning sunrise, red before the blue
Hanging at the mast, waiting for command
His majesty’s airship, the r101

She’s the biggest vessel built by man, a giant of the skies
For all you unbelievers, the titanic fits inside
Drum rolled tight, a canvas skin, silvered in the sun
Never tested with the fury, with a beating yet to come

The fury yet to come….

In the gathering gloom, a storm rising in the west
The coxswain stared into the
We must go now, we must take our chance with fate
We must go now, for politicians we can’t be late
The airship crew awake for thirty hours at full stretch,
But the ship is in their backbone, every sinew, every inch

She never flew at full speed, a trial never done
A fragile outer cover, her Achilles would become

An Achilles(note1)come...

Sailors of the sky, a hardened breed
Loyal to the king, and an airship creed

The engines drum, the telegraph sounds
Release the cords that bind us to the ground
Said the coxswain,“sir, she’s heavy, she’ll never make the flight.”
Said the captain, “damn the cargo! We’ll be on our way tonight.”
Groundsmen cheered in wonder, as she backed up from the mast
Baptising with her water, from the ballast fore and aft

Now she slips into our past…

Feeling the wind as it blows you
Feeling the – as you’re passing along
Watching the channel below you
Lower and lower, into the night

Lights are passing below you
Northern France, asleep in their beds
Storm is raging around you
A million to one, that’s what they say

Reaper standing beside you
Wind inside cuts to the bone
Having to make a decision
Experienced men, asleep in their graves

The cover is ripped and she’s drowning
Rain is flooding into the hold
Bleeding to death and she’s falling
Parachute gas is draining away

“We’re down lads!” came the cry, bow plunging from the sky
Three thousand horses silent as the ship began to die
The flares to guide her path ignited at the last
The empire of the clouds, just ashes in our past
Just ashes at the last…

Here lie the dreams of
On the ground where they built, and the engines they run
To the moon and the stars, now what have we done?
Oh the dreamers may die, but the dreams live on

Dreams live on
Dreams live on

Now a shadow on a hill, the angel of the east
The empire of the clouds may rest in peace
And in a country churchyard, laid head to the mast
Eight and forty souls, who came to die in France…

(note1: Achilles
a hero of the Trojan War, son of Peleus and Thetis. During his infancy his mother plunged him in the Styx, thus making his body invulnerable except for the heel by which she held him. During the Trojan War, Achilles killed Hector but was later wounded in the heel)