Хиты семидесятых, хард - рок, диско и СССР.

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Хиты семидесятых, хард - рок, диско и СССР.

Голос семидесятых рок хиты и время.

Burn
The sky is red, I don't understand,
past midnight I still see the land.
People are sayin' the woman is damned,
she makes you burn with a wave of her hand.

The city's a blaze, the town's on fire.
The woman's flames are reaching higher.
We were fools, we called her liar.
All I hear is "Burn!"

no one believe she was devil's sperm.
She said, "Curse you all, you'll never learn!
When I leave there's no return."
The people laughed till she said:
"Burn!"

Warning came, no one cared.
Earth was shakin', we stood and stared.
When it came no one was spared.
Still I hear "Burn!"

You know we had no time,
we could not even try.
You know we had no time.

The sky is red, I don't understand,
past midnight I still see the land.
People are sayin' the woman is damned,
she makes you burn with a wave of her hand.

Warning came, no one cared.
Earth was shakin, we stood and stared.
When it came no one was spared.
Still I hear "Burn!"

Откуда? На лампочной DAINA (Elfa-29) , задолго до толкинских эльфов, летом 1974 года, в высоком для третьего класса качестве, весь концерт апреля 1974 года группы Дип Пёрпл с Ковердейлом солистом и Ричи Блекмором. А кругом всего лишь конец лета того же 1974 года и СССР. Со своим железным занавесом.
Катушка дарёная и источник не найден, но шедевр непревзойдённый поныне...

Подготовленный тинейжер, я знал лишь самое главное, например аглицкий вокально инструментальный ансамбль с песней Конь Чугеза. Про гарного хлопца Чугеза и его коня... Битлз.

Come together

Here come ol' flat-top he come
grooving up slowly. He got
ju-ju eyeballs he's one
holy roller. He got
hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he just do what he please

He wear no shoeshine he got
toe-jam football. He got
monkey finger he shoot
coca-cola. He say
"I know you, you know me"
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
Come together right now over me

He bag production he got
walrus gumboot. He got
Ono sideboard he one
spinal cracker. He got
feet down below his knee
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease
Come together right now over me

He roller-coaster he got
early warning. He got
muddy water he one
mojo filter. He say
"One and one and one is three"
Got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard to see
Come together right now over me.

Come together, yeah,
Come together, yeah,
Come together, yeah,
Come together, yeah,
Come together, yeah,
Come together, yeah,
Come together, yeah,
Come together, yeah...

Скажем, хит 1969 года, но нам-то, дошло в семидесятых. Всё лучшее всегда доходило, кстати. Ну, бывало что и несколько лет спустя, но вещи бессмертные они не стареют. Как не помянуть Обратную сторону Луны Пинк Флойд, и ту забавную машинку печатающую баксы.

Money

Money, get away
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team
Money, get back
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet
Money, it's a crime
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
Giving none away, away, away

И та, далёкая, докомсомольская, 1969-го года Венера от Шокин Блю. Это там, в Европе и Америках эта шизгара стала занимать первые места в 1970 - м. У нас её познали и признали в 1969-м.

Venus

A goddess on a mountain top
Was burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name
She's got it
Yeah baby, she's got it
Well, I'm your Venus
I'm your fire
At your desire
Well, I'm your Venus
I'm your fire
At your desire
Her weapons were her crystal eyes
Making every man mad
Black as the dark night she was
Got what no one else had
She's got it
Yeah baby, she's got it
Well, I'm your Venus
I'm your fire
At your…

На пляже, в 75 м году, летом, кто-то крутил магнитофон, не то "Легенда", не то "Воронеж". Симпатичные вертушечки 4-го класса. Песенка про Элис. Смоки. Алан Силсон и Крисс Норман, ещё без Чина- Чапмена, выдали неплохой вариант. Но то что дошло в СССР чуть позже, не имеет себе равных и по сей день. Основатель группы Смоки, Алан Силсон создал великую вещь. Вот кэн ай ду!!!

Это просто вырубало. Смоки появились на экранах ТВ. На лицензионных дисках. Внешность чистокровного британца Криса Нормана и, почти славянский фейс Алана Силсона с постоянной улыбкой неисправимого гения, покорили меломанов страны. Их имена были известны не хуже Битлз. Их слаженнность голосов была просто предельно гармонична. Эпоха Смоки подарила сотни хитов, но этот, What can I do, выше всего. Автор - Алан Силсон, содержание - какая-то меланхолия лузера, но! Вещь!

Smokie

What can I do

Every dream that I dream
Seems to float on by
Like a cloud in the wind
Way up in the sky.
Every move that I make
Seems to be the wrong way
Like a cold black night
After a summer's day.

What can I do?
What can I do?
Nothing's the same as it used to be...
Nothing's the same as it used to be...
What can I do?

I used to play my guitar
With a smile on my face,
Now everything's changed
My whole life's rearranged.
From the day I was born
Title jinx was my name,
Though I tried and I tried
That name still remained

What can I do?
What can I do?
Nothing's the same as it used to be...
Nothing's the same as it used to be...
What can I do?

What can I do?

I hear voices all singing
But no one's there,
It's the ghost of my life
Bringing past tense to mind.
Lock and key here ties me
From the freedom and sin.
Oh come let me in
I'll start all over again...

What can I do?
What can I do?
Nothing's the same as it used to be...

What can I do?

Семидесятые. Там, Пол Маккартни с одноименного пласта 1975 года в апрелевском виниле, даровал трудно запоминаемую историю про мисис Вандербилт, не важно что за леди, но, тот самый Хоп Хей Гоп. На который ушли месяцы записи у сэра Пола. Чудный шедевр. Много раз перепетый и так и оставшийся неповторимым.


"Mrs. Vandebilt".

Down In The Jungle Is On The Blink
You Don't Use Money You Don't Pay Rent
You Don't Ever Know The Time
But You Don't Mind

Ho Hey Ho...

When Your Light Is On The Blink
You Never Think Of Worrying
What's The Use Of Worrying?
When Your Bus Has Left The Stop
You'd Better Drop Your Hurrying
What's The Of Hurrying?
Leave Me Alone Mrs Vandebilt
I've Got Plenty Of Time Of My Own
What's The Use Of Worrying?
What's The Use Of Hurrying?
What's The Use Of Anything?

Ho Hey Ho...

What's The Use Of Worrying?
What's The Use Of Hurrying?
What's The Use Of Anything?

Ho Hey Ho...

When Your Pile Is One The Wane
You Don't Complain Of Robbery
Run Away Don't Bother Me
What's The Use Of Worrying?
What's The Use Of Anything?
Leave Me Alone Mrs Washington
I've Done Plenty Of Time On My Own

What's The Use Of Worrying?
What's The Use Of Hurrying? (No Use!)
What's The Use Of Anything?

Ho Hey Ho...

О, сэр Пол Маккартни - вообще супер форева. Как стучит сердце! Не описать!

Let Me Roll It

You gave me something
I understand
You gave me loving in the palm of my hand
I can't tell you how I feel
My heart is like a wheel
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
I want to tell you
And now's the time
I want to tell you that
You're going to be mine
I can't tell you how I feel
My heart is like a wheel
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
I can't tell you how I feel
My heart is like a wheel
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
You gave me something
I understand
You gave me loving in the palm of my hand
I can't tell you how I feel
My heart is like a wheel
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you

И как не помянуть диско. Из Би Джиз, Бони- М, АББА, и прочих, вполне уважаемых групп, ну, если Орла от АББА вспомнить.

Abba - Eagle

They came flying from far away, now I'm under their spell
I love hearing the stories that they tell
They've seen places beyond my land and they've found new horizons
They speak strangely but I understand
And I dream I'm an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings
Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please
As all good friends we talk all night, and we fly wing to wing
I have questions and they know everything
There's no limit to what I feel, we climb higher and higher
Am I dreaming or is it all real?
Is it true I'm an eagle?
Is it true I can spread my wings?
Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky (I'm an eagle)
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly (What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please
And I dream I'm an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings
Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky (I'm an eagle)
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly (What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky (I'm an eagle)
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly (What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please

Или Бамалама от Бель Эпок:

Belle Epoque - Bamalama 1977

You blow your mind using cocaine
Let me blow mine using this big chain
Drugs are your scene
violence is mine
Nothing is clean
so we broke the line
Holding this chain may lock insaine
While I've got beer running through my veins
See how my chain flies in the air
Honey you're looking at your nightmare.
Bamalama
Bamaloo yeah
yeah
Bamalama
Bamaloo yeah
yeah
Bamalama
Bamaloo yeah
yeah
Bamalama
Bamaloo yeah
yeah
Taste of chains
taste of violence
Taste of chains
taste of violence
D'you feel my chain around your neck
Com'on don't be such a nervous wreck . . .
We'll knock you down in the back street
When you don't watch where you put your feet
Bamalama
Bamaloo yeah
yeah
Bamalama
Bamaloo yeah
yeah
Bamalama
Bamaloo yeah
yeah
Bamalama
Bamaloo yeah
yeah
Bamalama
Bamaloo yeah
yeah
(Hum
hum
hum
hum
you blow my mind)
(Hum
hum
hum
hum
you blow my mind)
(Hum
hum
hum
hum
you blow my mind)
(Hum
hum
hum
hum
you blow my mind)
Get around get around
get all upside down
Get around get around
get all upside down
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
. . .
If you're lookin' for trouble
man
it's too late to go
We'll have a little celebration
that means destruction.
Bamalama
Bamaloo
yeah
yeah
Bamalama
Bamaloo
yeah
yeah
Bamalama
Bamaloo
yeah
yeah
Bamalama. Bamaloo
yeah
yeah
Good golly Miss Molly
baby you're sure like a ball
Good golly Miss Molly
baby you're sure like a ball
When you're rockin' and rollin'
Com'on over baby
whole lotta shapin' goin' on
Com'on over baby
sure you can't go wrong
Com'on over
whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Jenny
Jenny
Jenny
won't you come along with me
Jenny
Jenny
Jenny
won't you come along with me
Know that I love you
won't you come along with me . .
Taste of chains
taste of violence
Taste of chains
taste of violence
Taste of chains
taste of violence.

В конце семидесятых Пинк Флойд прозвучал диском Стена. Но ноябрь 1979 - это почти 80-е. Суровое военное время. Забойная и умная композиция с детским хором...

Wall*
Another brick in the wall

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

И как не спеть Отель Калифорния Иглз 1976 года:

Eagles Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night.
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
'This could be heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face.
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got…
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say"
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face.
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
'Relax' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
But you can never leave!'

Не всё, конечно, в памяти. Не на всякий вкус. Но это, отчасти, голос той эпохи. Семидесятые.