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Joo, pidemmittä selittelyittä, kertokaapa mielestänne parhaita progelyriikoita. Mieluiten ainakin lyhyiden perusteluiden kera, miksei vaikka pidempienkin analyysienkin. Mut hei ei aloiteta tästä "mitä on proge"-keskustelua. Pus.
 
Pink Floyd - Time
 
Lyriikat: Roger Waters
 
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
 
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find, ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
 
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
 
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought,
or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say
 
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the fields
The tolling of an iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
 
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Useimmille ihmisille varmaankin hyvin tuttuja ajatuksia, aivan loistavasti esitettynä. Niinja tuo loppu ennen Breathe Reprisen alkamista on loistava. Ihan parasta Floydia mielestäni.
 
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Pain Of Salvation - Oblivion Ocean
 
Lyriikat: Daniel Gildenlöw
 
Sleep is too quiet
dreams are too painful
truth is the bed of this ocean of lies.
Sinking through layers of untouched oblivion
soaking from spirits but still far too dry.
Losing all barbed fences
Lucid - no defenses
"Where is my mother?" the child asked the soldier.
The soldier was watching them both fade away.
Nine words create an oblivion ocean:
"Dad tell me, will I be dead very long?"
Losing all I lived for. Losing all I fought for.
 
Oh god if you save them I swear I'll always hold them in my hand!
Oh god if you save them I'd take them west
we'd start again in the promised land.
 
When life is wearing thin we pray: the gods are close at hand when man is
astray. But when it all is said and done - is he to thank the gods for just
taking his son?
 
Sleep is too quiet, dreams are too painful
truth is the bed of this ocean of lies.
Words can create an oblivion ocean:
"dad tell me, will I be dead very long?"
Losing all I lived for. Losing all I fought for.
 
Oh god if you save them I swear I'll always hold them in my hand.
Oh god if you save them I'd take them west
we'd start again (then) in the promised land.
 
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Pain Of Salvationin lyriikat ovat aika poikkeuksetta hienoja. Tämä on etenkin biisin voimalliseen tulkintaan yhdistettynä hyvin koskettava sanoitus.
 
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Kingston Wall - I'm The King, I'm The Sun
 
Lyriikat: Petri Walli
 
Every morning the Sun goes up n' tells you:
 
"Just do it boy,
No matter what you're up to
I'm telling you just do it boy"
 
"I'll take care o' things up here
So you don't take the other way
I'm your captain relief, I give light
and I let you play"
 
"When I hear you giving the weep:
shine on me I won't compromize
Praying won't take you that deep
you need real eyes to realize:
 
It's that smile on your face
that gives space and I hear you call
 
I'll give light in your eyes, make you shine, take you
to your goal"
 
Could it be so, that all the answers are there
 
All it takes is the peace to hear what it says
 
"Circumstances are something you just can't
avoid but it's that first step you take and you're
on your way, boy
It's a question of faith will you keep going on
I'll give light on your way,
I'm the King, I'm the Sun"
 
"It's all just laws of nature, anyway
theirs, hers, ours,
yours, his as mine"
 
"Smile go on and smile"
 
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Parin ekan Kingston-levyn lyriikathan ovat aika mitäänsanomatonta huttua, mutta kolmoslevyyn mennessä Walli oli ilmeisesti syönyt riittävästi sieniä keksiäkseen jotain sanottavaa ja oppi jossain välissä muutenkin kirjoittamaan. Tämä on kaikessa positiivisuudessaan aivan loistava lyriikka, saa aina hyvälle tuulelle. Kirsikkana kakun päälle "go on and smile"-toisto lopussa.
 
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Tool - Parabol/Parabola
Lyriikat: Maynard James Keenan
 
So familiar and overwhelmingly warm
This one, this form I hold now.
Embracing you, this reality here,
This one, this form I hold now, so
Wide eyed and hopeful.
Wide eyed and hopefully wild.
 
We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside..
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion.

We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in
 
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
 
Alive, I
 
In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in
 
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
 
Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.
 
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.
 
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Toolia ei voisi mitenkään jättää mainitsematta puhuttaessa hyvästä lyriikasta. Ei ole kovin helppoa valita yhtä lyriikkaa kun kaikki pärisevät suoraan tajuntaan. Keenan luo lyriikoillaan todella omituisen tunnelman. Aihepiirinä nämä päänsisäiset jutut on myöskin varsin hyvä, etenkin näin hyvin käsiteltynä.
 
No joo. Ehkä joku muu haluaa tässä vaiheessa ääneen.

Mut hei ei aloiteta tästä "mitä on proge"-keskustelua. Pus.
 
En tiedä kannattiko sitten rajata aihetta tällä tavoin. Yhtä hyvin voisi puhua vain hyvistä lyriikoista ja tehdä sen lyriikkapalstalla (jossa aiheesta käydäänkin jo keskustelua). Minusta. "Proge" kun on käsitteenä enemmänkin musiikkia kuin tekstejä yhdistävä asia.
 
Otan kantaa itse asiaan myöhemmin kun ehdin.

No ehkäpä ajatuksena on että tähän threadiin voi laittaa omia mielipiteitään sellaisen musan, jota itse pitää progena, lyriikoista :)

Pink Floyd - Time
 
No tämä!
 
Ja tämä:
 
Pink Floyd - Dogs:
 
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
 
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
 
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as youget older
And in the end you'll pack, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.
 
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest that you've sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throwaround
So have a good drown, as you go down alone
Dragged down by the stone.
 
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake of this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
 
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one had a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

No tämä!
 
Ja tämä:
 
Voisin jatkaa jatämä-listaa, mutta sanon että lähes kaikki Watersin lyriikat, heh.
 
Kingston Wall - I'm The King, I'm The Sun
Todellakin!
 
Parin ekan Kingston-levyn lyriikathan ovat aika mitäänsanomatonta huttua
Tästä olen kyllä erimieltä.
 
En kyllä keksi nyt mitään merkittävää nyt jonka voisin mainita, mutta Jethro Tullin Thick as brick on aina ollut itselleni jollain tapaa yksi merkittävimmistä. En viitsi niin pitkää pasteta mutta tässä:
 
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jethro-tull/71158.html

Sanoisinko että Haikaran ensimmäisen levyn Luoja Kutsuu omaa hyvät lyriikat. Samoin aika monet muutkin Haikaran lyriikat.

Rushilla on mielestäni paljon hyviä lyriikoita, vaikka suuri osa parhaista taitaakin olla varsinaisen "progekauden" jälkeistä tuotantoa. Esimerkiksi Fear-sarja on minusta varsin tyylikästä jälkeä. Kunniamaininnan ansaitsevat By-Tor And The Snow Dog ja Cygnus X-1 kieli poskessa -asenteellaan ;-)
 
Absoluuttinen Nollapiste on myös kunnostautunut hyvissä sanoituksissa. Usein kierojen kielikuvien takaa löytyy syvällistäkin pohdiskelua. Muiden muassa Ja jos, Täytyy muistaa ja Suvannossa ylpeä ilme ovat suosikkejani.
 
Mainitsen tässä vielä joitakin teemalevyjä, joissa sanoituksista muodostuva kokonaisuus on mielestäni todella onnistunut:
 
Marillion - Misplaced Childhood:
Päähenkilö löytää vastoinkäymisten jälkeen uudelleen sisäisen lapsensa. Fishillä on hieno, persoonallinen tyyli.
 
Marillion - Brave:
Levy kertoo hyväksikäytetystä tytöstä. Raskasta aihetta käsitellään taidolla; levyn tunnelma on ainutlaatuinen.
 
IQ - Subterranea:
Krominkiiltoinen scifi-tarina, jossa muusta maailmasta eristyksissä kasvatettu ja sitten vapaaksi laskettu päähenkilö havaitsee olevansa osa jonkinlaista kieroa ihmiskoetta. Oikein tyylikäs paketti.
 
Spock's Beard - Snow:
Päähenkilö havaitsee 17-vuotiaana pystyvänsä tekemään ihmeitä ja luo ympärilleen uskonnollisen kultin. Tarkoitus oli alun perin hyvä, mutta kuuluisuus kihahtaa tyypille hattuun ja mopo karkaa käsistä. Mielestäni varsin toimiva tarina.

Neron muistolle, hyvää yötä (Jukka Gustavson)
 
Jokainen sana merkitsee tunnetta,
erilaista ja samanlaista tunnetta eri sanalle.
 
Emmekö ole kuulleet abstrakteista käsitteistä?
Ritariperhonen hiipii kuin yöt varjoista,
ainoa turva on metsä.
Taipuisat sanat voi muotoilla ihmisille tunteiden pohjaan,
tosin kaivossa on aina pohjavettä.
Uskokaa, kaikki sanat ovat taipuisia, ihmiset eivät.
Ne, jotka tietävät tietävänsä, eivät tiedä.
Ne tietävät, jotka tietävät, etteivät tiedä.
 
Me tuhoamme maan altamme ja kuitenkin
lennämme etsimään uutta maata jalkojemme alle.
Mikä on se voima?
Älkää kuunnelko minua, jos ette voi.
Selittäkää, kuten aina,
ettette voi uskoutua, sillä huomenna on tilipäivä.
Kumpi on loogisempi ratkaisu, kumpi epäloogisempi,
eivät ne ratkaise mitään.
 
Katso, tuo puu kukkii keskellä erämaata.
Se on jotain käsittämätöntä,
suurta ja arvostettavaa.
Se on jotain käsittämättömän käsittämätöntä,
suurta ja arvostettavaa.
Se ei tiedä, onko taivas sininen vai punainen.
Silti se kukkii.
Ja vaikka loukkaat sitä, se ei ota loukkaustasi korviinsa,
joita yrittää peittää, koska sillä ei ole niitä.
 
Miksi ei-sanat voi niin helposti unohtaa?
Onko sellaisia persoonallisuuksia,
joiden tuntomerkit voidaan luetella?
Jokainen ihminen on persoonallisuus.
Hyvä, että tiedämme.
Ei!
Voitto vei taas mahdollisuudet ajatteluun,
syventymiseen, sitten kehitykseen.
Ei hyvältä näytä.
 
HAAHAA! HAAHAA!

Rushilla on mielestäni paljon hyviä lyriikoita, vaikka suuri osa parhaista taitaakin olla varsinaisen "progekauden" jälkeistä tuotantoa. Esimerkiksi Fear-sarja on minusta varsin tyylikästä jälkeä. Kunniamaininnan ansaitsevat By-Tor And The Snow Dog ja Cygnus X-1 kieli poskessa -asenteellaan ;-)
 
Eihän tuosta voi muutakaan sanoa kun että on se Neil aika nero noiden lyriikoiden osalta.
 
Marillion - Misplaced Childhood:
Päähenkilö löytää vastoinkäymisten jälkeen uudelleen sisäisen lapsensa. Fishillä on hieno, persoonallinen tyyli.
 
Ainakin minuun noissa Fisun lyriikoissa vaikuttaa erityisesti se miten monesti ne liittyvät tavalla tai toisella juuri hänen omiin elämänkokemuksiinsa. Erityisesti juuri Misplaced Childhood -levyllä.

Neron muistolle, hyvää yötä (Jukka Gustavson)
 
Sanoisinko Hoho, tuo on ällöttävän banaali!

Janos Valmusen Bussipysäkillä. Siinä on lyyristä loistoa progeen yhdistettynä!
 
Sori.

Neron muistolle, hyvää yötä (Jukka Gustavson)
 
heh, sanoisinko että heti tuppasi mieleen kun threadin avasin. :).

King Crimson - One More Red Nightmare.
 
Menikös se jotenkin sillain, että lentopelkoinen äijä nukahtaa bussiin ja on unessa lentokoneessa. Tiukka&humoristinen&toimiva paketti.

RUSH - 2112
 
"I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon. City and sky become one, merging into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into my machine for the day, then watching Templevision or reading a Temple Paper in the evening.
"My friend Jon always said it was nicer here than under the atmospheric domes of the Outer Planets. We have had peace since 2062, when the surviving planets were banded together under the Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less fortunate gave us a few new moons.
I believed what I was told. I thought it was a good life, I thought I was happy. Then I found something that changed it all..."
 
Anonymous, 2112
 
I. Overture
"And the meek shall inherit the earth."
 
II. Temples of Syrinx
... "The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..."
 
We've taken care of everything
The words you hear the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes.
 
It's one for all and all for one
We work together common sons
Never need to wonder how or why.
 
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.
 
Look around this world we made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh what a nice contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand.
 
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.
 
III. Discovery
... "Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful" ...
... "I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait to tell the priests about it! ..."
 
What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It's got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?
 
See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out its pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes that fall gently like rain.
 
I can't wait to share this new wonder
The people will all see its light
Let them all make their own music
The Priests praise my name on this night.
 
IV. Presentation
... "In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall." ...
... "Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet..."
 
I know it's most unusual
To come before you so
But I've found an ancient miracle
I thought that you should know
 
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you.
 
Yes, we know it's nothing new
It's just a waste of time
We have no need for ancient ways
The world is doing fine
 
Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn't fit the plan.
 
I can't believe you're saying
These things just can't be true
Our world could use this beauty
Just think what we might do.
 
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you.
 
Don't annoy us further
We have our work to do.
Just think about the average
What use have they for you?
 
Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn't fit the plan.
 
V. Oracle: The Dream
... "I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase" ...
... "I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things ..."
 
I wandered home though the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream can't you show me the light?
 
I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
 
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes
 
They left the planet long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home, to tear the Temples down...
Home, to change..
 
VI. Soliloquy
... "I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my total despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last."
 
The sleep is still in my eyes
The dream is still in my head
I heave a sigh and sadly smile
And lie a while in bed
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams
 
Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen
I don't think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life
Oh...noo.
 
My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood spills over..
 
VII. The Grand Finale
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
We have assumed control.
We have assumed control.
We have assumed control.

Rushia osteleen...
 
EDIT: lähden nyt. tai vähintään sillon kun jaksan.

http://myhome.hanafos.com/~jangminsu/magma/MAGMA-KOBAIAN-mdk.html
 
Siinä.

Hienoja lyriikoita on tullut esille.Marillionin Clutching at straws tulee vielä mieleen.Mikäli oikein olen ymmärtänyt eräänlainen alkoholismin kuvaus.

Ei ole Pink Floydin voittanutta:
 
Ooh, I need a dirty woman
Ooh, I need a dirty girl

Toolille pisteet:
 
Schism:
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
 
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication
 
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
 
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.
 
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers/brothers
 
Porcupine Treellä on myös kivoja tekstejä.
 
Hear the sound of music
Drifting in the aisles
Elevator prozac
Stretching on for miles
 
The music of the future
Will not entertain
It's only meant to repress
And neutralise your brain
 
Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want
 
One of the wonders of the world is going down
It's going down I know
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares
No-one cares enough
 
Now the sound of music
Comes in silver pills
Engineered to suit you
Building cheaper thrills
 
The music of rebellion
Makes you wanna rage
But it's made by millionaires
Who are nearly twice your age
 
Soul gets squeezed out
Edges get blunt
Demographic
Gives what you want
 
One of the wonders of the world is going down
It's going down I know
It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares
No-one cares enough