10 de julho de 2011


Powerslave é o quinto álbum de estúdio da banda inglesa de Heavy Metal Iron Maiden.  Lançado em 3 de Setembro de 1984, foi produzido por Martin Birch (que trabalhou com Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, Rainbow, entre outros) e gravado no famoso Compass Point Studios, em Nassau, nas Bahamas.

Além da temática do antigo Egito, o álbum traz grandes clássicos da banda. “2 Minutes To Midnight” é presença garantida em praticamente todos os shows da banda após o lançamento do álbum. Outra clássica é “Aces High”, a qual é precedida pelo famoso discurso de Winston Churchill "We shall fight on the beaches", quando executada ao vivo. A música trata das batalhas aéreas travadas durante a segunda guerra mundial entre a RAF (Reino Unido) e a Luftwaffe (Nazista).

Além dessas, Powerslave traz a épica canção com mais de 13 minutos, “Rime Of The Ancient Mariner”, baseada no poema de mesmo nome de Samuel Taylor Coleridge. A canção era executada na íntegra na turnê que se seguiu ao lançamento do álbum, a famosa “World Slavery Tour”.

Esta turnê é tida pela própria banda como a mais “massacrante” que o Maiden já realizou. Ela começou em agosto de 84 e terminou em julho de 1985. É de alguns shows nos Estados Unidos e em Londres que foram retiradas as gravações do também clássico álbum ao vivo “Live After Death”. Foram 193 shows em 331 dias. Em 2008, Steve Harris chegou a afirmar em entrevistas que o ritmo massacrante de shows quase acabou com a banda. Foi durante a turnê que o Iron Maiden veio pela primeira vez ao Brasil, apresentando-se no Rock In Rio original.

Bruce Dickinson - Vocal
Steve Harris - Baixo
Adrian Smith - Guitarra
Dave Murray - Guitarra
Nicko McBrain - Bateria


01 - ACES HIGH (S. Harris)

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble, we've got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack

Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks, there's no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Got to get airborne before it's too late

Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving
Going in again
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving

Live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Won't you
Run, live to fly, fly to live
Aces high

Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round to come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again

Bandits at 8 o'clock are moving behind us
Ten ME-109's out of the sun
Ascending and turning, our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns

02 - 2 MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT (A. Smith/ B. Dickinson)

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season.
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.

The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers,
The Napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat
and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine
and feed it with our babies.

The body bags and little rags of children
torn in two,
And the jellied brains of those who remain
to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all
dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions
to make a better kind of gun.

The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.

Midnight...Midnight...Midnight...is all night

03 - LOSFER WORDS (BIG' ORRA) -  (S. Harris)


04 - FLASH OF THE BLADE (B. Dickinson)

As a young boy chasing Dragons
with your wooden sword so mighty.
You're St. George or you're David and you always
killed the beast.
Times change very quickly,
And you had to grow up early,
A house in smoking ruins and the bodies
at your feet.

You'll die as you lived
In the flash of a blade,
In a corner forgotten by no-one.
You lived for the touch
For the feel of the steel,
One man, and his Honour.

The smell of resined leather
The steely iron mask
As you cut and thrust and parried at the
fencing master's call.
He taught you all he never knew
To fear no mortal man
And now you'll wreak your vengeance in the
Screams of evil men.

05 - THE DUELLISTS (S. Harris)

He threw down the glove you made the mistake
Of picking it up now you're gone
The choosing of guns or fighting with swords
The choice of weapons is done
He'll tear you apart as soon as you start
You know you don't have a chance.

OH...OH...Fight for the Honour
Fight for the Splendour
 Fight for the Pleasure
OH...OH...Fight for the Honour
Fight for the Splendour
Fight for your Life!

Ready to start the duel begins
the best man wins in the end.
A lunge and a feint, a parry too late
A cut to the chest and you're down
Seeing the stain then feeling the pain
Feeling the sweat on your brow.

The fighting resumes, a silence looms the
Swordsmen move 'gainst each other
A cut and a thrust, a parry, a blow,
a stab to the heart and you're down
The Angel of Death hears your last breath
Meanwhile the reaper looks on.

Fought for the Splendour
Fought to the Death

06 - BACK IN THE VILLAGE - (A. Smith/ B. Dickinson)

Turn the spotlights on the people,
Switch the dial and eat the worm,
Take your chances, kill the engine,
Drop your bombs and let it burn.

White flags shot to ribbons,
The truce is black and burned,
Shellshock in the kitchen,
Tables overturned.

Back in the village again,
In the village,
I'm back in the village again.

Throwing dice now, rolling loaded,
I see sixes all the way.
In a black hole, and I'm spinning
As my wings get shot away.

Questions are a burden
And answers are a prison for oneself
Shellshock in the kitchen
Tables start to burn.

No breaks on the inside,
Paper cats and burning barns,
Theres a fox among the chickens,
And a killer in the hounds.

Questions are a burden
And answers are a prison for oneself
Shellshock in the kitchen
Tables start to burn.

But still we walk into the valley
And others try to kill the inner flame
We're burning brighter than before
I don't have a number, I'M A NAME!

07 - POWERSLAVE (B. Dickinson)

Into the Abyss I'll fall-the eye of Horus
Into the eyes of the night-watching me go
Green is the cat's eye that glows-
in this Temple
Enter the risen Osiris-risen again.

Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a God,
why can't I live on?
When the Life Giver dies,
all around is laid to waste.
And in my last hour,
I'm a slave to the Power of Death.

When I was living this lie-Fear was my game
People would worship and fall-
drop to their knees.
So bring me the blood and red wine
for the one to succeed me,
for he is a man and a God-
and He will die too.

Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins,
Silent the terror that reigned-
marbled in stone.
A shell of a man God preserved-
a thousand ages,
But open the gates of my Hell-
I will strike from the grave.


Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner

See his eyes as he stops one of three
Mesmerizes of one of the wedding guests
"Stay here and listen to the nightmares
of the sea!"

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell, and the Mariner tells his tale

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings

And the ship sails on, back to the north
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on...

The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime

Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North 'til all is calm

The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse, a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung

And the curse goes on and on and on at sea
And the thirst goes on and on for them and me...

Day after day, day after day
We stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water, everywhere, and all the boards did shrink
Water, water, everywhere, not any drop to drink!

"There", calls the Mariner
"There comes a ship over the line!"
"But how can she sail with no
Wind in her sails and no tide?"
See... onward she comes
Onward she nears, out of the sun
See... she has no crew
She has no life! "Wait but there's two!"

Death, and she life in Death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner
And he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She... she, Life in Death
She lets him live, her chosen one...

"One after one, by the star dogged moo,
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face, with a ghastly pang
And cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men
And I heard nor sigh nor groan
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump
They dropped down, one by one..."

The curse, it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner, he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatres
But they lived on, so did he

And by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty, not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures, all of them too

Then, the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead, into the sea
Then down in falls, comes the rain...

Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak, and they're lifeless in their eyes

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on

Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and the Mariner's left alone

And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy, he could not believe
The pilots boat, his son and the hermit.
Penance of life will fall onto him

And the ship, it sinks, like lead, into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the Mariner of his sins

The Mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on...

4 comentários:

  1. O blog certo para quem é fã do bom e velho rock !
    Super recomendado..!

  2. Mas pelo menos o que eu comentei aqui sobre o disco fez muito sentido, não é mesmo?

  3. Claro, comentário muito pertinente. Acho Powerslave um álbum soberbo, daquele em que cada detalhe foi pensado de modo a contribuir com sua grandeza.

    Eu fui ao show da Somewhere Back in Time World Tour no mineirinho. Tirando a "antiacústica" do ginásio, foi um momento inesquecível. Infelizmente, não pude ir a este último show deles agora em 2016.

  4. Calma meu amigo, vamos aguardar cenas dos próximos capítulos, hehehehehe...