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Time
Music: Nick Mason, Richard Wright, David Gilmour, Roger Waters
Text: Roger Waters
Vocal: David Gilmour, Richard Wright
About Song:
Time — одна из самых известных песен группы. Представляет собой семиминутную концептуальную рок-композицию, состоящую из двух практически независимых частей: развёрнутого инструментального intro и собственно песни. Time начинается с полифонического звона многочисленных часов и будильников, первоначально записанного Парсонсом для тестовой квадрофонической пластинки. Каждый звон был записан отдельно в различных антикварных магазинах. Далее следует партия ударных Ника Мэйсона, сопровождающаяся перебором двух басовых струн Уотерса. После инструментальной части звучит вокал Дэвида Гилмора, который поёт куплеты, припевы же поёт Ричард Райт, звучит также женский бэк-вокал. В конце композиции репризой звучит тема «Breathe». Гитарное соло Гилмора было помещено читателями американского журнала Guitar World на 21 место среди самых великих соло за всю историю. Композиция была использована в телесериале "Жизнь на Марсе".
Lyric:
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand 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 the relative way, but you're older
And 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 naught
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
Breathe (Reprise)
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come in cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
Тикают секунды, наполняя скучный день,
Ты разбрасываешься по мелочам и понапрасну тратишь время,
Вертишься вокруг клочка земли родного города,
В ожидании, что кто-то или что-то укажет тебе путь.
Надоело лежать на солнце и глазеть из окна на дождь,
Ты молод, жизнь длинна и есть время, чтобы убить сегодняшний день.
И вдруг ты замечаешь, что прибавил еще десяток лет,
Никто не сказал тебе, когда бежать, и ты прозевал выстрел стартового пистолета.
А ты бежал и бежал догоняя солнце, но оно ускользало
И обегая по кругу, снова вставало позади тебя.
Солнце относительно тоже, что и раньше, только ты постарел,
С перебоями в дыхании, на день ближе к смерти.
Каждый год все короче и короче, на все просто не хватает времени,
На планы, которые ни к чему не приводят, на полстранички поэтических каракуль.
Цепляться за жизнь со спокойным отчаяньем, в стиле англичан.
Время вышло, песня спета, думаю, я слишком многое сказал.
Music: Nick Mason, Richard Wright, David Gilmour, Roger Waters
Text: Roger Waters
Vocal: David Gilmour, Richard Wright
About Song:
Time — одна из самых известных песен группы. Представляет собой семиминутную концептуальную рок-композицию, состоящую из двух практически независимых частей: развёрнутого инструментального intro и собственно песни. Time начинается с полифонического звона многочисленных часов и будильников, первоначально записанного Парсонсом для тестовой квадрофонической пластинки. Каждый звон был записан отдельно в различных антикварных магазинах. Далее следует партия ударных Ника Мэйсона, сопровождающаяся перебором двух басовых струн Уотерса. После инструментальной части звучит вокал Дэвида Гилмора, который поёт куплеты, припевы же поёт Ричард Райт, звучит также женский бэк-вокал. В конце композиции репризой звучит тема «Breathe». Гитарное соло Гилмора было помещено читателями американского журнала Guitar World на 21 место среди самых великих соло за всю историю. Композиция была использована в телесериале "Жизнь на Марсе".
Lyric:
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand 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 the relative way, but you're older
And 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 naught
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
Breathe (Reprise)
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come in cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
Тикают секунды, наполняя скучный день,
Ты разбрасываешься по мелочам и понапрасну тратишь время,
Вертишься вокруг клочка земли родного города,
В ожидании, что кто-то или что-то укажет тебе путь.
Надоело лежать на солнце и глазеть из окна на дождь,
Ты молод, жизнь длинна и есть время, чтобы убить сегодняшний день.
И вдруг ты замечаешь, что прибавил еще десяток лет,
Никто не сказал тебе, когда бежать, и ты прозевал выстрел стартового пистолета.
А ты бежал и бежал догоняя солнце, но оно ускользало
И обегая по кругу, снова вставало позади тебя.
Солнце относительно тоже, что и раньше, только ты постарел,
С перебоями в дыхании, на день ближе к смерти.
Каждый год все короче и короче, на все просто не хватает времени,
На планы, которые ни к чему не приводят, на полстранички поэтических каракуль.
Цепляться за жизнь со спокойным отчаяньем, в стиле англичан.
Время вышло, песня спета, думаю, я слишком многое сказал.
Time
Music: Nick Mason, Richard Wright, David Gilmour, Roger Waters
Text: Roger Waters
Vocal: David Gilmour, Richard Wright
ABOUT SONG:
Time is one of the most famous songs of the group. It is a seven-minute conceptual rock composition, consisting of two almost independent parts: a detailed instrumental intro and the song itself. Time begins with a polyphonic ringing of numerous hours and alarm clocks originally recorded by Parsons for a test quadrophonic plate. Each ringing was recorded separately in various antique stores. This is followed by the party of the Nick Mason, accompanied by the overcoming of the two bass strings of Waters. After the instrumental part, the vocals of David Gilmore, who sings the bits, the chopes of Richard Wright, sounds, the female back vocal also sounds. At the end of the composition, the topic “Breathe” sounds with a reprise. Gilmore’s guitar solo was placed by readers of the American Guitar World magazine for 21st place among the greatest solo in history. The composition was used in the television series "Life on Mars".
Lyric:
Ticking Away The Moments that Make Up a Dull Day
You Fritter and Waste the Hours in An Off Hand Way
Kicking Around on a Piece of Ground in Your Home Town
Waiting for Someone or Someting to Show You The Way
Tired of lying in the Sunshine
Staying Home to Watch The Rain
You are youung and life is long and
There is time to kill Today
And the one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one to you when to run, you missed the starting guun
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 the Relative Way, But You're Older
And 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 Naught
Or Half a Page of Scribbed Lines
Hanging on Quiet Desperation is the English Way
The time is gone the song is over,
Thumbe i'd Someting More to Say
Breathe (Reprise)
Home, Home Again
I Like to be her when I can
Wen i come in cold and tireed
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far Away Across the Field
The Tolling of the Iron Bell
Calls The Faithful to Their Knees
To hear the Softly Spoken Magic Spell
Ticking seconds, filling a boring day,
You scatter the little things and spend time in vain,
Spin around a snake of the land of your hometown,
In anticipation that someone or something will show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sun and staring from the window to the rain,
You are young, life is long and there is time to kill today.
And suddenly you notice that you added for a dozen years,
No one told you when to run, and you missed the shot of the starting gun.
And you ran and ran catching up the sun, but it slipped away
And bending in a circle, it stood behind you again.
The sun is relative to the same as before, only you have grown old,
With interruptions in breathing, for a day closer to death.
Every year everything is shorter and shorter, everything simply does not have enough time for everything,
On plans that do not lead to anything, half a page of poetic karakul.
Click on life with calm despair, in the style of the British.
Time has passed, the song is sung, I think I said too much.
Music: Nick Mason, Richard Wright, David Gilmour, Roger Waters
Text: Roger Waters
Vocal: David Gilmour, Richard Wright
ABOUT SONG:
Time is one of the most famous songs of the group. It is a seven-minute conceptual rock composition, consisting of two almost independent parts: a detailed instrumental intro and the song itself. Time begins with a polyphonic ringing of numerous hours and alarm clocks originally recorded by Parsons for a test quadrophonic plate. Each ringing was recorded separately in various antique stores. This is followed by the party of the Nick Mason, accompanied by the overcoming of the two bass strings of Waters. After the instrumental part, the vocals of David Gilmore, who sings the bits, the chopes of Richard Wright, sounds, the female back vocal also sounds. At the end of the composition, the topic “Breathe” sounds with a reprise. Gilmore’s guitar solo was placed by readers of the American Guitar World magazine for 21st place among the greatest solo in history. The composition was used in the television series "Life on Mars".
Lyric:
Ticking Away The Moments that Make Up a Dull Day
You Fritter and Waste the Hours in An Off Hand Way
Kicking Around on a Piece of Ground in Your Home Town
Waiting for Someone or Someting to Show You The Way
Tired of lying in the Sunshine
Staying Home to Watch The Rain
You are youung and life is long and
There is time to kill Today
And the one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one to you when to run, you missed the starting guun
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 the Relative Way, But You're Older
And 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 Naught
Or Half a Page of Scribbed Lines
Hanging on Quiet Desperation is the English Way
The time is gone the song is over,
Thumbe i'd Someting More to Say
Breathe (Reprise)
Home, Home Again
I Like to be her when I can
Wen i come in cold and tireed
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far Away Across the Field
The Tolling of the Iron Bell
Calls The Faithful to Their Knees
To hear the Softly Spoken Magic Spell
Ticking seconds, filling a boring day,
You scatter the little things and spend time in vain,
Spin around a snake of the land of your hometown,
In anticipation that someone or something will show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sun and staring from the window to the rain,
You are young, life is long and there is time to kill today.
And suddenly you notice that you added for a dozen years,
No one told you when to run, and you missed the shot of the starting gun.
And you ran and ran catching up the sun, but it slipped away
And bending in a circle, it stood behind you again.
The sun is relative to the same as before, only you have grown old,
With interruptions in breathing, for a day closer to death.
Every year everything is shorter and shorter, everything simply does not have enough time for everything,
On plans that do not lead to anything, half a page of poetic karakul.
Click on life with calm despair, in the style of the British.
Time has passed, the song is sung, I think I said too much.
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