Nevermore - The Politics Of Ecstasy (1996), Progressive/Thrash Metal Options

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*Artist: Nevermore

*Album: The Politics Of Ecstasy

*Year: 1996
*Genre: Progressive/Thrash Metal
*Country: USA (Seattle, Washington)
*Format: mp3@VBR
*Size: 99 Мб.

Tracklist:
01. [5:59] The Seven Tongues Of God
02. [5:09] This Sacrament
03. [5:33] Next in Line
04. [5:26] Passenger
05. [7:56] The Politics Of Ecstasy
06. [4:14] Lost
07. [5:24] The Tiananmen Man
08. [1:37] Precognition (Instrumental)
09. [4:48] 42147
10. [9:40] The Learning
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Total playing time: 55:56

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Помню, в недалёком прошлом этот альбом был моим самым любимым в дискографии великолепных американцев. Но с тех пор заценил много других их альбомов, приоритеты поменялись. Тем не менее, The Politics Of Ecstasy - альбом по-своему выдающийся, он содержит, например, такие нетленные боевики группы, как стильную This Sacrament, артистично-изысканную Passenger, эффектный инструментал 42147. На композицию Next in Line в своё время был сделан впечатляющий клип - раньше часто крутил его, в памяти прочно осел припев этой песни: "I don't want to be saved". Очень стильная вещь, типичная для всего творчества Nevermore! Также здесь очень хороши супертехничная The Seven Tongues Of God и ещё один инструментал, практически не уступающий по красоте '42147' - Precognition. Для тех, кто никогда не сталкивался с творчеством великой американской группы, скажу, что Nevermore - столпы прогрессив-трэша, стиля, где переплетаются умные рифы и эффектные соло, достаточная тяжесть и шикарные распевы, а самое главное - неизменно присутствует чувство меры и отменного вкуса. 8.5/10

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Тексты песен/Lyrics

1. The Seven Tongues Of God

Every man will ask the questions, and every man will suffer blame and loss
Every day you die a little understand the change and choose your path without disdain
The seven tongues of god are in my mind, they speak to me in ancient DNR design
I have never seen god, you have never seen God
And when they speak to me and the seven tongues align
programmed to desecrate the pretentions in your mind
To further complicate I will now state that your convictions lack definition and form
Every day there is a bleeding and every time I watch the world sleep by
Focus, the blind pretention underscoring pain, the path to solace felt in vain
The seven tongues of god are in my mind, they speak to me in ancient DNR design
I have never seen god, you have never seen God
And when they speak to me and the seven tongues align
programmed to desecrate the pretentions in your mind
to further complicate I will now state that your convictions lack definition
And when they speak to me and the seven tongues align
programmed to desecrate the pretentions in your mind
To further complicate I will now state that your convictions lack definition and form
To see the light is the purest form of reward

2. This Sacrament

There's no control in the world today, and there's still no order to this game we all play
Maybe none of us know what's real
There's no constraint when the walls cave in, the neuron turn on, the game begins to fade away
Maybe none of us know, maybe none of us want to hear, never push against the flow aimlessly
Feel the flow and let all thought fade, we shall be one
For this sacrament has begun
Lucy in the sky with diamond eyes, long since dark, I wear her disguise of light
Maybe none of us know, maybe none of us want to hear, never push against the flow aimlessly
Feel the flow and let all thought fade, we shall be one
For this sacrament has begun
This sacrament is a state of mind
There's no control in the world today, and there's still no order to this game we all play called life
Maybe none of us know, maybe none of us want to hear, never push against the flow aimlessly
Feel the flow and let all thought fade, we shall be one
Through this sacrament
Feel the flow and let all thought fade, we shall be one
For this sacrament has begun, this sacrament has begun
To become one with the flow is to realize purpose
To realize purpose is to become one with the flow
Become one with the flow, become one with the flow
This sacrament has begun

3. Next In Line

I taste the fear,
trapped by the source of my infection
I play the martyr,
submerged in this pool

4. Passenger

All passenger prepare the game ritual:
There once was a man on this train, he was born into this world alone
Hands never laid on the wheel, content, he will never know more
He was a quiet man in pain, his tears I fear are closing in again
What you lose in years you again in perspective
And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes
For with nothing to follow he'd lived all his life in vain
But then, who here among us is without shame?
His way was divergent and cold, defaced, this mask he must create
And the circle unfolding still, unscathed, he will turn a blind eye
He will miss the last train home this day, recycled in the flow reborn again
The cynic knows the price of everything and the value of nothing
And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes
For with nothing to follow he'd let all his will decay
But then, true wisdom comes in learning pain
And I have known pain
And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes
For with nothing to follow he'd lived all his life in vain
But then, the lesson unlearned he will begin again:.

5. The Politics Of Ecstasy

I hate you, the pigs who turn the screws, I hate everything you stand for
I hate the world we've bred, political pigs we've fed, our fathers left us nothing but a dead world
Beyond repair down in despair, our fathers left us nothing
Choking on the influx of technology I realize the politics of ecstasy
And we can't change what's in stone
We've been had. Injustice to the masses, destroy the land and crush the poor
The pigs are fueled by greed, political ways obscene, our fathers left corruption in this dead world
Beyond repair down is despair, our fathers left us nothing
Choking on the puke of their industry, regurgitated propaganda ministry
Freedom's never free, the politics of ecstasy are these:
Freedom's never free, these are the politics of ecstasy:
I hate you , the pigs who turn the screws, I hate everything you stand for
I hate the world we've bred, political pigs we've fed, our fathers left us nothing but a dead world
Beyond repair down in despair, our fathers left us nothing
Choking on the influx of technology I realize the politics of ecstasy
Freedom's never free, the politics of ecstasy are these:
Freedom's never free, the politics of ecstasy are these:
If you take a step back and you realize your home can't be a perfect world
There's still hope the hate you fell will fade, injustice is gone:
Injustice is gone for a little while

6. Lost

Learning ways to fly, just never too high to die, pushing limits into the ground
Until I never come down
Burning through lifetimes without form, pure energy I am the shattered norm
I'm the lost one chasing colors to the sun, colors bleed but never fade
I'll just fade away
To swim these sentient seas, windows into eternity, never afraid to scale the wall
The lunatic never falls
Forfeiture of reality seeds sown, constructure of this path is not my own
I'm the lost one chasing colors to the sun, colors bleed but never fade
I'll just fade away
Why should I come down? From here I can see forever:
I'm the lost one chasing colors to the sun, colors bleed but never fade
I'll just fade away
Remember in the end, such a long strange trip it's been, so I sing this song
For the lost one
Why should I come down? From here I can see forever forever
I can see forever, I can see

7. The Tienamen Man

On june fifth, in the year of eighty-nine, he was unarmed with focused mind
Deflance glared down the barrel of the gun pointed from a tank in tiananmen square
And he stood there:
To control, to manipulate, the media his power slave
He knew the world was watching, knew he had a plan
To confront the powerful tyranny in the square of tiananmen
Ecstatic youth played with fire, freedom wash over them
Democracy their desire, the tiananmen man had a plan
Manipulate the media
He used blind faith in the face of anarchy, the cybernetic rapture has begun to envelop me
Freedom is the rush, adrenaline high, choice of the oppressed wiling to die
Like a hostage the government holds your drug
To control, to manipulate, the media his power slave
He knew the world was watching, knew he had a plan
To confront the powerful tyranny in the square of tiananmen
Ecstatic youth played with fire, freedom wash over them
Democracy their desire, the tiananmen man had a plan
Manipulate the media
His act was a cybernetic gesture
His act was a cybernetic gesture
He knew the world was watching, knew he had a plan
To confront the powerful tyranny in the square of tiananmen
Ecstatic youth played with fire, freedom wash over them
Democracy their desire, the tiananmen man had a plan
Manipulate the media, manipulate the media
Manipulate to control

8. Precognition (instrumental)

9. 42147

I am throes of my denial,logic in me crumbles,i take this fateful ride
Through my mind
Daydream fluid thoughts washing shores of warm confusion
I'm one with this beautiful disorder
Another world, wast his the transition?
Slowly I returned to the familiar,spiralling in costant flux
What have I created?
The experiment is over

10. The Learning

I think therefore I am,
I live and so I wonder,
programmed this empath me

And I see no religion
The circle never changes face
The circle never lies, but still it hides my life
To know I am machine,
I learn perchance to dream,
in digitized remorse
I replay your denial,
I relive your betrayal
The circle never ends,
the purpose never changes face
The learning now begins,
my form assuming grace
I am conscious antithesis of flesh,
in genetic algorithmic thought I surge
Searching the waves of memory I establish the weakness
I follow the plan learning the rhythm of human emotion and thought
If you cannot linguistically differentiate a person from a computer
Could the computer be internally conscious?
To emulate flesh machines I am learning
Isomorphic structure of mind,
cellular automata,
processed life
Washing the seas of memory I enact the sequence
I follow the plan,
learning the rhythm still seductively generalized
If you cannot linguistically differentiate a person from a computer
Could the computer be internally conscious?
To emulate flesh machines I am learning
download, process, analyze
when a man and machine become one,
innocence is lost, a new age begun
This raises a question of philosophy
Should machines be considered a conscious entity?
when man and machine become one,
innocence is gone, a new age begun
machines are still learning to feel
when I have awakened the world will never be the same
and my time is soon at hands

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