Paroles de "Sagan"

Pour le karaoké ;-)

Make me wonder
Make me understand
Spark the light of doubt and a newborn mind
Bring the vast unthinkable down to Earth

Always wary of a captive thought
Beware the very first unkind word
See who you are, where from, what of

Entering the unknown
Sending all the poets to the stars
Daring to see beyond the man-made
Woe to you who evade the horizon
Listening to Sagan
Dreaming Carl Sagan
Unseen streams
With understanding no poet is trapped
Woe to all who stop at the horizon

What kind of world would we call home
Our own
Oasis of love, humility and hope
Eradicating all that's not for life

What kind of aim would we call high
What kind of life would bath in the brightest white
A limitless world will arise
Son of man, dare to let go of the cowardice

Paroles de Élan

Plusieurs radios ont déjà diffusé (ou vont diffuser avant 18h) le nouveau single en avant-première, n'hésitez pas à aller voir la page Facebook pour savoir lesquelles. Et en voici les paroles (normalement, je confirme à peu près) :

Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk
In tongues from the time before man
Listen to the daffodil tell her tale
Let the guest in, walk out, be the first to greet the morn

The meadows of heaven await harvest
The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched
The elsewhere creatures yet unseen
Finally your number came up, free fall awaits the brave

Come
Taste the wine
Race the Blind
They will guide you from the light
Writing noughts till the end of time

Come
Surf the clouds
Race the dark
It feeds from the runs undone
Meet me where the cliff greets the sea

The answer to the riddle before your eyes
Is in dead leaves and fleeting skies
Returning swans and sedulous mice
Writings on the gardens book, in the minute of a lover's look

Building a sandcastle close to the shore
A house of cards from a worn out deck
A home from the fellowship, poise and calm
Write a lyric for the song only you can understand

Come
Taste the wine
Race the Blind
They will guide you from the light
Writing noughts till the end of time

Come
Surf the clouds
Race the dark
It feeds from the runs undone
Meet me where the cliff greets the sea

Riding hard every shooting star
Come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox
Come, drink deep let the dam of mind seep
Travel with great Elan, dance a jig at the funeral

Come!

Paroles officielles de "A Lifetime Of Adventure"

Vous pouvez retrouver les paroles officielles du single de Tuomas, A Lifetime Of Adventure, en cliquant sur l'image ;-)

Les paroles d'Imaginaerum

Je vais supprimer la rubrique "Paroles d'Imaginaerum" pour la remplacer avec quelque chose de plus utile. Voici les paroles une dernière fois. Si vous ne les connaissez pas encore, vous pouvez toujours regarder sur le site officiel ;-) Cela dit, la page existe toujours.

Taikatalvi

Lapsistain rakkain tää näyttämö on
Mis kuutamo kujillaan kulkee
Taipunut havu, kesä hoivassa sen
Valkomeren niin aavan
Joka aavekuun siivin
Saapuu mut kotiin noutamaan

Päällä talvisen maan hetki kuin ikuisuus
Mi pienen kissan jaloin luokseni hiipii
Tääl tarinain lähteellä asua saan mis
Viulu valtavan kaihon
Ikisäveltään maalaa
Laulullaan herättää maan

Storytime

`Twas the night before
When all through the world
No words, no dreams, then one day

A writer by a fire
Imagined all Gaia
Took a journey into a child-man`s heart

A painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within a snowflake on his palm

Unframed by poetry
A canvas of awe
Planet Earth falling back into the stars

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan

A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the journey
I am the destination
I am the home
The tale that reads you

A way to taste the night
The elusive high
Follow the madness
Alice, you know once did

Imaginarium
A dream emporium
Caress the tales
And they will dream you real

A storyteller`s game
Lips that intoxicate
The core of all life is a limitless chest of tales

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan

A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
Searching heavens for another Earth

(repeat ch.)

Ghost River

It`s a long road down the river deep `n wild
Every twist and turn a wonder-dale
It`s a scary ride we`d give anything to take
Let yourself bleed
Leave a footprint on every island you see

Hey you, child of rape, the riverbed awaits
Snow white, pitch-black, your life such strife
Heavenward, deep down, I`ll show you such sights
Believe it, we live as we dream / scream

"He will go down he will drown drown, deeper down
The river wild will take your only child
He will go down he will drown drown deeper down
The mills grind slow in a riverbed ghost town

He will go down he will drown drown, deeper down
If you want me, then do come across"

What is it you dream of, child of mine?
The magic ride, the mermaid cove?
Never met a kinder heart than yours
Let it bleed
Leave a footprint on every island you see

"I am the painted faces, the toxic kiss
Sowing of doubt, troll beneath the bridge
Come across
Death by a thousand cuts
Believe it, we live as we dream / scream"

(Repeat ch.)

"I am the desert-scape, the sand inside your hourglass
I am the fear and abuse, the leper children
Every eye sewn shut"

"We will go down we will drown drown, deeper down
The river wild will be our last ride
We will go down we will drown drown, deeper down
The mills grind slow in a riverbed ghost town"

Beautifully shy as you are
Never lose your heart
And do come across

(repeat ch.)

Slow, Love, Slow

Come and share this painting with me

Unveiling of me, the magician that never failed

This deep sigh coiled around my chest
Intoxicated by a major chord
I wonder
Do I love you or the thought of you?

Slow, love, slow
Only the weak are not lonely

Southern blue, morning dew
Let-down-your-guards, I-love-you`s
Ice-cream castles, lips-to-ear rhymes
A slumber deeper than time

Slow, love, slow
Only the weak are not lonely

I Want My Tears Back

I want my tears back

The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey
Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat

A railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love
Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly`s wings

Where is the wonder where`s the awe
Where`s dear Alice knocking on the door
Where`s the trapdoor that takes me there
Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare

Where is the wonder where`s the awe
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for
Before the years take me
I wish to see
The lost in me

I want my tears back
I want my tears back now

A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone
A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa

(repeat br. + ch.)

Scaretale

Once upon a time in a daymare
Dying to meet you, little child, enter enter this sideshow

Time for bed the cradle still rocks
13 chimes on a dead man`s clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

The bride will lure you, cook you, eat you
Your dear innocence boiled to feed the evil in need of fear

Burning farms and squealing pigs
A pool of snakes to swim with, oh sweet poison bite me bite me


" Ladies and gentlemen
Be heartlessly welcome!
To Cirque De Morgue
And what a show we have for you tonight! "

Restless souls will put on their dancing shoes
Mindless ghouls with lot of limbs to lose
Illusionists, contortionist,
Tightrope - walkers tightening the noose


Horde of spiders, closet tentacles
Laughing harpies with their talons ripping, sher-chrisss, per-vizzz

The pendulum still sways for you
Such are the darks here to show you, child in a corner, fallen mirrors, all kingdom in cinders

Arabesque

(Instrumental song)

Turn Loose The Mermaids

A kite above a graveyard grey

At the end of the line far far away
A child holding on to the magic of birth and awe

Oh, how beautiful it used to be
Just you and me far beyond the sea
The waters, scarce in motion
Quivering still

At the end of the river the sundown beams
All the relics of a life long lived
Here, weary traveller rest your wand
Sleep the journey from your eyes

Good journey, love, time to go
I checked your teeth and warmed your toes
In the horizon I see them coming for you

The mermaid grace, the forever call
Beauty in spyglass on an old man`s porch
The mermaids you turned loose brought back your tears

(repeat ch.)

Rest Calm

I went to die in a seaside hotel
Lanes of memory paved by sweet frozen moments

Deathbed memories of home
Never let me go

Every little memory resting calm in me
Resting in a dream
Smiling back at me
The faces of the past keep calling me to come back home
To caress the river with awe
Within there`s every little memory resting calm with me
Resting in a dream
Smiling back at me
The faces of the past keep calling me to come back home
Rest calm and remember me

You are the moon pulling my black waters
You are the land in my dark closet
Stay by my side until it all goes dark forever
When silent the silence comes closer

(repeat br. + ch.)

The Crow, The Owl And The Dove

A crow flew to me
Kept its distance
Such a proud creation
I saw its soul, envied its pride
But needed nothing it had

An owl came to me
Old and wise
Pierced right through my youth
I learned its ways, envied its sense
But needed nothing it had

Don`t give me love
Don`t give me faith
Wisdom nor pride
Give innocence instead

Don`t give me love
I`ve had my share
Beauty nor rest
Give me truth instead

A dove came to me
Had no fear
It rested on my arm
I touched its calm, envied its love
But needed nothing it had

(repeat ch.)

A swan of white she came to me
The lake mirrored her beauty sweet
I kissed her neck, adored her grace
But needed nothing she could give

Gar tuht river
Ger te rheged

(repeat ch.)

Last Ride Of The Day

We live in every moment but this one

Why don`t we recognize the faces loving us so

What`s God if not the spark that started life
Smile of a stranger
Sweet music, starry skies
Wonder, mystery, wherever my road goes
Early wake-ups in a moving home
Scent of fresh-mown grass in the morning sun
Open theme park gates waiting for

Riding the day, every day into sunset
Finding the way back home

Once upon a night we`ll wake to the carnival of life
The beauty of this ride ahead such an incredible high
It`s hard to light a candle, easy to curse the dark instead
This moment the dawn of humanity
The last ride of the day

Wake up, Dead Boy
Enter adventureland
Tricksters, magicians will show you all that´s real
Careless jugglers, snakecharmers by your trail
Magic of a moment
Abracadabra

( repeat br. + ch. )

Song Of Myself

 1. From A Dusty Bookshelf

2. All That Great Heart Lying Still

The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves

A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids, of Whitman`s and the Ride
Raving harlequins, gigantic toys

A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure-heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old Dead Boy`s song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

A midnight flight into Covington Woods
A princess and a panther by my side
These are Territories I live for
I`d still give my everything to love you more

(repeat br.+ch.)

3. Piano Black

A silent symphony
A hollow opus #1,2,3

Sometimes the sky is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

Resting pipes, verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door

Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

4. Love

I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street, with a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do, but walk by.

An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic.
It`s half-light and he`s in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.

I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild drooling eyes.
I wish I had my leg to spare.

A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
She`s never loved him more.

An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweet perfume deafens me.
She`s going to dinner alone.
That makes her even more beautiful.

I see a model`s face on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that worships flesh.


The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering man telling his story
It was you, the grass under my bare feet
The campfire in the dead of the night
The heavenly black of sky and sea

It was us
Roaming the rainy roads, combing the gilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no-one`s seen before
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty`s finest robe

Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature
In early air of the dawn of life
A sight to silence the heavens

I want to travel where life travels, following its permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love, Goodness, and Simplicity
( While violated and imprisoned by technology )


The thought of my family`s graves was the only moment I used to experience true love
That love remains infinite, as I`ll never be the man my father is

How can you "just be yourself" when you don`t know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how you feel"
How could anyone know how another feels?

Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, whore, politician, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already

Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule
There`s no fear in a dream

"Is there a village inside this snowflake?"
- a child asked me
"What`s the color of our lullaby?"

I`ve never been so close to truth as then
I touched its silver lining

Death is the winner in any war
Nothing noble in dying for your religion
For your country
For ideology, for faith
For another man, yes

Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty

Careless realism costs souls

Ever seen the Lord smile?
All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground

I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will ever change

I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all I am
Is smoke and mirrors
Still given everything, may I be deserving

And there forever remains that change from G to Em

Imaginaerum 

(Instrumental song)

Paroles non-officielles de The Heart Asks Pleasure First

Voici des paroles non-officielles de The Heart Asks Pleasure First :

Silent night surrounding me
On the shore of wistful sea
A kindest heart made me believe
The world as I wish it to be

Wind in the wheat
Kiss by a hearth
Little hideaways for a lonely heart

Passed away in beauty’s gloom
The good in me, the child within
A cruelest heart made me forget
The world as I wish it to be

Home inside but lost for life
Human heart longing for love
Slave to the toil, this mortal coil
The strife, the suffering, the void

Wind in the wheat
Kiss by a hearth
A dead calm winter morn
Morning birds and a smile of a stranger

Frozen moments in time
Little hideaways, the marrow of life
Little hideaways for a lonely heart

Wind in the wheat
Kiss by a hearth
Little hideaways for a lonely heart

Silent night surrounding me
On the shore of wistful sea
A kindest heart made me believe
The world as I wish it to be

Paroles officielles d'Imaginaerum

Vous pouvez les retrouver sur le site officiel également.

Taikatalvi

Lapsistain rakkain tää näyttämö on
Mis kuutamo kujillaan kulkee
Taipunut havu, kesä hoivassa sen
Valkomeren niin aavan
Joka aavekuun siivin
Saapuu mut kotiin noutamaan

Päällä talvisen maan hetki kuin ikuisuus
Mi pienen kissan jaloin luokseni hiipii
Tääl tarinain lähteellä asua saan mis
Viulu valtavan kaihon
Ikisäveltään maalaa
Laulullaan herättää maan

Storytime

`Twas the night before
When all through the world
No words, no dreams, then one day

A writer by a fire
Imagined all Gaia
Took a journey into a child-man`s heart

A painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within a snowflake on his palm

Unframed by poetry
A canvas of awe
Planet Earth falling back into the stars

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan

A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the journey
I am the destination
I am the home
The tale that reads you

A way to taste the night
The elusive high
Follow the madness
Alice, you know once did

Imaginarium
A dream emporium
Caress the tales
And they will dream you real

A storyteller`s game
Lips that intoxicate
The core of all life is a limitless chest of tales

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan

A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
Searching heavens for another Earth

(repeat ch.)

Ghost River

It`s a long road down the river deep `n wild
Every twist and turn a wonder-dale
It`s a scary ride we`d give anything to take
Let yourself bleed
Leave a footprint on every island you see

Hey you, child of rape, the riverbed awaits
Snow white, pitch-black, your life such strife
Heavenward, deep down, I`ll show you such sights
Believe it, we live as we dream / scream

"He will go down he will drown drown, deeper down
The river wild will take your only child
He will go down he will drown drown deeper down
The mills grind slow in a riverbed ghost town

He will go down he will drown drown, deeper down
If you want me, then do come across"

What is it you dream of, child of mine?
The magic ride, the mermaid cove?
Never met a kinder heart than yours
Let it bleed
Leave a footprint on every island you see

"I am the painted faces, the toxic kiss
Sowing of doubt, troll beneath the bridge
Come across
Death by a thousand cuts
Believe it, we live as we dream / scream"

(Repeat ch.)

"I am the desert-scape, the sand inside your hourglass
I am the fear and abuse, the leper children
Every eye sewn shut"

"We will go down we will drown drown, deeper down
The river wild will be our last ride
We will go down we will drown drown, deeper down
The mills grind slow in a riverbed ghost town"

Beautifully shy as you are
Never lose your heart
And do come across

(repeat ch.)

Slow, Love, Slow

Come and share this painting with me

Unveiling of me, the magician that never failed

This deep sigh coiled around my chest
Intoxicated by a major chord
I wonder
Do I love you or the thought of you?

Slow, love, slow
Only the weak are not lonely

Southern blue, morning dew
Let-down-your-guards, I-love-you`s
Ice-cream castles, lips-to-ear rhymes
A slumber deeper than time

Slow, love, slow
Only the weak are not lonely

I Want My Tears Back

I want my tears back

The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey
Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat

A railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love
Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly`s wings

Where is the wonder where`s the awe
Where`s dear Alice knocking on the door
Where`s the trapdoor that takes me there
Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare

Where is the wonder where`s the awe
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for
Before the years take me
I wish to see
The lost in me

I want my tears back
I want my tears back now

A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone
A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa

(repeat br. + ch.)

Scaretale

Once upon a time in a daymare
Dying to meet you, little child, enter enter this sideshow

Time for bed the cradle still rocks
13 chimes on a dead man`s clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

The bride will lure you, cook you, eat you
Your dear innocence boiled to feed the evil in need of fear

Burning farms and squealing pigs
A pool of snakes to swim with, oh sweet poison bite me bite me


" Ladies and gentlemen
Be heartlessly welcome!
To Cirque De Morgue
And what a show we have for you tonight! "

Restless souls will put on their dancing shoes
Mindless ghouls with lot of limbs to lose
Illusionists, contortionist,
Tightrope - walkers tightening the noose


Horde of spiders, closet tentacles
Laughing harpies with their talons ripping, sher-chrisss, per-vizzz

The pendulum still sways for you
Such are the darks here to show you, child in a corner, fallen mirrors, all kingdom in cinders

Arabesque

(Instrumental song)

Turn Loose The Mermaids

 

A kite above a graveyard grey

At the end of the line far far away
A child holding on to the magic of birth and awe

Oh, how beautiful it used to be
Just you and me far beyond the sea
The waters, scarce in motion
Quivering still

At the end of the river the sundown beams
All the relics of a life long lived
Here, weary traveller rest your wand
Sleep the journey from your eyes

Good journey, love, time to go
I checked your teeth and warmed your toes
In the horizon I see them coming for you

The mermaid grace, the forever call
Beauty in spyglass on an old man`s porch
The mermaids you turned loose brought back your tears

(repeat ch.)

Rest Calm

I went to die in a seaside hotel
Lanes of memory paved by sweet frozen moments

Deathbed memories of home
Never let me go

Every little memory resting calm in me
Resting in a dream
Smiling back at me
The faces of the past keep calling me to come back home
To caress the river with awe
Within there`s every little memory resting calm with me
Resting in a dream
Smiling back at me
The faces of the past keep calling me to come back home
Rest calm and remember me

You are the moon pulling my black waters
You are the land in my dark closet
Stay by my side until it all goes dark forever
When silent the silence comes closer

(repeat br. + ch.)

The Crow, The Owl And The Dove

A crow flew to me
Kept its distance
Such a proud creation
I saw its soul, envied its pride
But needed nothing it had

An owl came to me
Old and wise
Pierced right through my youth
I learned its ways, envied its sense
But needed nothing it had

Don`t give me love
Don`t give me faith
Wisdom nor pride
Give innocence instead

Don`t give me love
I`ve had my share
Beauty nor rest
Give me truth instead

A dove came to me
Had no fear
It rested on my arm
I touched its calm, envied its love
But needed nothing it had

(repeat ch.)

A swan of white she came to me
The lake mirrored her beauty sweet
I kissed her neck, adored her grace
But needed nothing she could give

Gar tuht river
Ger te rheged

(repeat ch.)

Last Ride Of The Day

We live in every moment but this one

Why don`t we recognize the faces loving us so

What`s God if not the spark that started life
Smile of a stranger
Sweet music, starry skies
Wonder, mystery, wherever my road goes
Early wake-ups in a moving home
Scent of fresh-mown grass in the morning sun
Open theme park gates waiting for

Riding the day, every day into sunset
Finding the way back home

Once upon a night we`ll wake to the carnival of life
The beauty of this ride ahead such an incredible high
It`s hard to light a candle, easy to curse the dark instead
This moment the dawn of humanity
The last ride of the day

Wake up, Dead Boy
Enter adventureland
Tricksters, magicians will show you all that´s real
Careless jugglers, snakecharmers by your trail
Magic of a moment
Abracadabra

( repeat br. + ch. )

Song Of Myself

 1. From A Dusty Bookshelf

2. All That Great Heart Lying Still

The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves

A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids, of Whitman`s and the Ride
Raving harlequins, gigantic toys

A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure-heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old Dead Boy`s song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

A midnight flight into Covington Woods
A princess and a panther by my side
These are Territories I live for
I`d still give my everything to love you more

(repeat br.+ch.)

3. Piano Black

A silent symphony
A hollow opus #1,2,3

Sometimes the sky is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

Resting pipes, verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door

Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

4. Love

I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street, with a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do, but walk by.

An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic.
It`s half-light and he`s in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.

I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild drooling eyes.
I wish I had my leg to spare.

A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
She`s never loved him more.

An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweet perfume deafens me.
She`s going to dinner alone.
That makes her even more beautiful.

I see a model`s face on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that worships flesh.


The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering man telling his story
It was you, the grass under my bare feet
The campfire in the dead of the night
The heavenly black of sky and sea

It was us
Roaming the rainy roads, combing the gilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no-one`s seen before
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty`s finest robe

Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature
In early air of the dawn of life
A sight to silence the heavens

I want to travel where life travels, following its permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love, Goodness, and Simplicity
( While violated and imprisoned by technology )


The thought of my family`s graves was the only moment I used to experience true love
That love remains infinite, as I`ll never be the man my father is

How can you "just be yourself" when you don`t know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how you feel"
How could anyone know how another feels?

Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, whore, politician, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already

Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule
There`s no fear in a dream

"Is there a village inside this snowflake?"
- a child asked me
"What`s the color of our lullaby?"

I`ve never been so close to truth as then
I touched its silver lining

Death is the winner in any war
Nothing noble in dying for your religion
For your country
For ideology, for faith
For another man, yes

Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty

Careless realism costs souls

Ever seen the Lord smile?
All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground

I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will ever change

I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all I am
Is smoke and mirrors
Still given everything, may I be deserving

And there forever remains that change from G to Em



Imaginaerum 

(Instrumental song)

Paroles non-officielles d'Imaginaerum

Voici des paroles non-officielles de toutes les chansons en attendant les officielles ;) (Retrouvez les paroles officielles)

Taikatalvi 

Lapsistain rakkain tää näyttämö on
Mis kuutamo kujillaan kulkee
Taipunut havu, kesä hoivassa sen
Valkomeren niin aavan
Joka aavekuun siivin
Saapuu mut kotiin noutamaan


Päällä talvisen maan hetki kuin ikuisuus
Mi pienen kissan jakoin luokseni hiipii
Tääl tarinain lähteellä asua saan mis
Viulu valtavan kaihon
Ikisäveltään maalaa
Laulullaan herättää maan

Storytime (paroles officielles)

It was the night before
When all through the world
No words, no dreams, then one day

A writer by a fire
Imagined all Gaia
Took a journey into a child-man's heart

A painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within a snowflake on his palm

Unframed by poetry
A canvas of awe
Planet Earth falling back into the stars

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan

A silent kite against the blue,blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the journey
I am the destination
I am the home
The tale that reads you

A way to taste the night
The elusive high
Follow the madness
Alice, you know once did

Imaginarium
A dream emporium
Caress the tales
And they will dream you real

A storyteller's game
Lips that intoxicate
The core of all life is a
Limitless chest of tales

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan

A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
Searching heavens for another Earth
Ghost River 

It's a long road down the river deep 'n wild
Every twist and turn a wonder-dale
It's a scary ride we'd give anything to take
Let yourself bleed
Leave a footprint on every island you see


Hey you, child of rape, the riverbed awaits
Snow white, pitch-black, your life such strife
Heavenward, deep down, I'll show you such sights
Believe it, we live as we dream / scream


"He will go down he will drown drown, deeper down
The river wild will take your only child
He will go down he will drown drown, deeper down
The mills grind slow in a riverbed ghost town
He will go down he will drown drown, deeper down
If you want me, then do come across"


What is it you dream of, child of mine?
The magic ride, the mermaid cove?
Never met a kinder heart than yours
Let it bleed
Leave a footprint on every island you see


"I am the painted faces, the toxic kiss
Sowing of doubt, troll beneath the bridge
Come across
Death by a thousand cuts
Believe it, we live as we dream / scream"


"I am the desert-scape, the sand inside your hourglass
I am the fear and abuse, the leper children
Every eye sewn shut"


"We will go down we will drown drown, deeper down
The river wild will be our last ride
We will go down we will drown drown, deeper down
The mills grind slow in a riverbed ghost town"


Beautifully shy as you are
Never lose your heart
And do come across

Slow, Love, Slow 

Come and share this painting with me
Unveiling of me, the magician that never failed


This deep sigh coiled around my chest
Intoxicated by a major chord
I wonder
Do I love you or the thought of you?


Slow, love, slow
Only the weak are not lonely


Southern blue, morning dew
Let-down-your-guards, I-love-you's
Ice-cream castles, lips-to-ear rhymes
A slumber deeper than time


Slow, love, slow
Only the weak are not lonely

I Want My Tears Back 

I want my tears back


The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey
Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat


A railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love
Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly's wings


Where is the wonder where's the awe
Where's dear Alice knocking on the door
Where's the trapdoor that takes me there
Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare


Where is the wonder where's the awe
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for
Before the years take me
I wish to see
The lost in me


I want my tears back
I want my tears back now


A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone
A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa

Scaretale 

Once upon a time in a daymare
Dying to meet you, little child, enter enter this sideshow


Time for bed the cradle still rocks
13 chimes on a dead man's clock,
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock


The bride will lure you, cook you, eat you
Your dear innocence boiled to feed the evil in need of fear


Burning farms and squealing pigs
A pool of snakes to swim with, oh sweet poison
bite me bite me


"Ladies and gentlemen
Be heartlessly welcome!
To Cirque De Morgue
And what a show we have for you tonight!"


Restless souls will put on their dancing shoes
Mindless ghouls with lot of limbs to lose
Illusionists, contortionist,
Tightrope - walkers tightening the noose


Horde of spiders, closet tentacles
Laughing harpies with their talons ripping,
sher-chrisss, per-vizzz


The pendulum still sways for you
Such are the darks here to show you, child in a corner,
fallen mirrors, all kingdom in cinders

Arabesque  

[Instrumental]

Turn Loose The Mermaids 

A kite above a graveyard grey
At the end of the line far far away
A child holding on to the magic of birth and awe


Oh, how beatiful it used to be
Just you and me far beyond the sea
The waters, scarce in motion
Quivering still


At the end of the river the sundown beams
All the relics of a life long lived
Here, weary traveller rest your wand
Sleep the journey from your eyes


Good journey, love, time to go
I checked your teeth and warmed your toes
In the horizon I see them coming for you


The mermaid grace, the forever call
Beauty in spyglass on an old man's porch
The mermaids you turned loose brought back your tears

Rest Calm 

I went to die in a seaside hotel
Lanes of memory paved by sweet frozen moments


Deathbed memories of home
Never let me go


Every little memory resting calm in me
Resting in a dream
Smiling back at me
The faces of the past keep calling me to come back home
To caress the river with awe
Within there's every little memory resting calm in me
Resting in a dream
Smiling back at me
The faces of the past keep calling me to come back home
Rest calm and remember me


You are the moon pulling my black waters
You are the land in my dark closet
Stay by my side until it all goes dark forever
When silent the silence comes closer

The Crow, The Owl And The Dove 


Don’t give me love, don’t give me faith
Wisdom nor pride, give innocence instead
Don’t give me love, I’ve had my share
Beauty nor rest, give me truth instead


A crow flew to me, kept its distance
Such a proud creation
I saw its soul, envied its pride
But needed nothing it had


An owl came to me, old and wise
Pierced right through my youth
I learned its ways, envied its sense
But needed nothing it had


Don’t give me love, don’t give me faith
Wisdom nor pride, give innocence instead
Don’t give me love, I’ve had my share
Beauty nor rest, give me truth instead


A dove came to me, had no fear
It rested on my arm
I touched its calm, envied its love
But needed nothing it had


A swan of white, she came to me
The lake mirrored her beauty sweet
I kissed her neck, adored her grace
But needed nothing she could give


Got to grieve her, got to wreck it
Got to grieve her, got to wreck it
Got to grieve her, got to wreck it


Don’t give me love, don’t give me faith
Wisdom nor pride, give innocence instead
Don’t give me love, I’ve had my share
Beauty nor rest, give me truth instead

Last Ride Of The Day 

We live in every moment but this one
Why don't we recognise the faces loving us so


What's God if not the spark that started life
Smile of a stranger
Sweet music, starry skies
Wonder, mystery, wherever my road goes
Early wake-ups in a moving home
scent of fresh-mown grass in the morning sun
Open theme park gates waiting for


Riding the day, every day into sunset
Finding the way back home


Once upon a night we'll wake to the carnival of life
the beauty of this ride ahead such an incredible high
It's hard to light a candle, easy to curse the dark instead
This moment the dawn of humanity
The last ride of the day


Wake up, dead boy
Enter adventureland
Tricksters, magicians will show you all that's real
Careless jugglers, snake charmers by your trail
Magic of a moment
Abracadabra

Song Of Myself 

[1. From A Dusty Bookshelf]

[2. All That Great Heart Lying Still]

The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves


A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the rude
Raving harlequins, gigantic toys


A song of mea song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of mea verse in need
Of a ppure-heart singing me to peace


All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing


All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy's song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing


A midnight flight into Covington Woods
A princess and a panther by m side
These are Territories I live for
I'd still give mt everything to love you more

[3. Piano Black]

A silent symphony
A hollow opus #1,2,3


Sometimes the sky is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters


Resting pipes, verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door


Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters


All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing


[4. Love]


I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
with a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do, but walk by.


An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
It's half-light and he's in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.


I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild eyes.
I wish I had my leg to spare.


A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
She's never loved him more.


An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweeet perfume deafens me.
She's going to dinner alone.
That makes her even more beautiful.


I see a model's face on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that worships flesh.


The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering
man telling his story
It was you, the grass under my bare feet
The campfire in the dead of night
The heavenly black of sky and sea


It was us
Roaming the rainy roads, combing the guilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no-one's seen before
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe


Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature
In early air of the dawn of life
A sight to silence the heavens


I want to travel where life travels,
following its permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love, goodness and simplicity
(While violated and imprisoned by technology)


The thought of my family's graves was the only moment
I used to experience true love
That love remains infintie,
as I'll never be the man my father is


How can you "just be yourself"
when you don't know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how you feel"
How could anyone know how another feels?


Who am I to judge a priest, beggar,
whore, politician, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already


Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule
There's no fear in a dream


"Is there a village inside this snowflake?"
- a child asked me
"What's the colour of our lullaby?"


I've never been so close to truth as then
I touched its silver lining


Death is the winner in any war
Nothing noble in dying for your religion
For your country
For ideology, for faith
For another man, yes


Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty


Careless realism costs souls


Ever seen the Lord smile?
Allt he care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground


I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will never change


I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all I am
Is smoke and mirrors
Still given everything, may I be deserving


And there forever remains the change from G to Em

Imaginaerum  

[Orchestral]

Source

Paroles non-officielles de The Crow, The Owl And The Dove

Voici les paroles non-officielles de The Crow, The Owl And The Dove que vous pouvez écouter ici ;)

Don’t give me love, don’t give me faith
Wisdom nor pride, give innocence instead
Don’t give me love, I’ve had my share
Beauty nor rest, give me truth instead

A crow flew to me, kept its distance
Such a proud creation
I saw its soul, envied its pride
But needed nothing it had

An owl came to me, old and wise
Pierced right through my youth
I learned its ways, envied its sense
But needed nothing it had

Don’t give me love, don’t give me faith
Wisdom nor pride, give innocence instead
Don’t give me love, I’ve had my share
Beauty nor rest, give me truth instead

A dove came to me, had no fear
It rested on my arm
I touched its calm, envied its love
But needed nothing it had

A swan of white, she came to me
The lake mirrored her beauty sweet
I kissed her neck, adored her grace
But needed nothing she could give

Got to grieve her, got to wreck it
Got to grieve her, got to wreck it
Got to grieve her, got to wreck it

Don’t give me love, don’t give me faith
Wisdom nor pride, give innocence instead
Don’t give me love, I’ve had my share
Beauty nor rest, give me truth instead

Clip de Storytime avec les paroles

Pour vous amuser à chanter sur Storytime, le clip avec les paroles ;)

Paroles officielles de Storytime

Voici enfin les paroles officielles de Storytime.

It was the night before
When all through the world
No words, no dreams, then one day

A writer by a fire
Imagined all Gaia
Took a journey into a child-man's heart

A painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within a snowflake on his palm

Unframed by poetry
A canvas of awe
Planet Earth falling back into the stars

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan

A silent kite against the blue,blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the journey
I am the destination
I am the home
The tale that reads you

A way to taste the night
The elusive high
Follow the madness
Alice, you know once did

Imaginarium
A dream emporium
Caress the tales
And they will dream you real

A storyteller's game
Lips that intoxicate
The core of all life is a
Limitless chest of tales

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan

A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
Searching heavens for another Earth

Paroles non-officielles de Storytime

Voici les paroles non-officielles de Storytime :) (Voir les paroles officielles)


It was the night before
Went all through the world
No words, no dreams - then, one day
A writer by a fire
Imagine Mother Gaia
Took a journey into a childless heart
A painter on the shore
Imagine all the world
Within a snowflake or his heart
I’ll free the poetry, until it’s all gone
Gliding in, falling back into the stars

I am the voice of never never land
The inner source of dreams of every man
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan
A silent kite against the blue blue sky
Every chimney every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the journey
I am the destination
I am the whole mad tale that reads you
Away to teach the night - the illusive hight
Follow the madness, unless you know what’s real
Imaginarium, a dream emporium
Caress the tales and they will be
A story teller’s game
Each ride intoxicate
He calls and follows a limitless quest for tales

I am the voice of never never land
The innocence of dreams of every man
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan
A silent kite against a blue blue sky
Every chimney every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear
I am the voice of never never land
The innocence of dreams of every man
Searching heavens for another Earth

Never land
Innocence
Dreams are everywhere
Never land
Innocence
Every man
Peter Pan

I am the voice of never never land
The innocence of dreams of every man
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan
A silent kite against a blue blue sky
Every chimney every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear
Source

Track-by-track par Nightwish France

L'équipe de Nightwish France a eu la chance de rencontrer Marco et Tuomas pour une petite interview, ainsi que d'écouter Imaginaerum ! Voici leur track-by-track très complet et très intéressant, comprenant également la durée, les interprètes (Marco ou Anette), ainsi que quelques extraits de paroles ! :) Source et source.

Celle de Nicolas : 

"Guillaume et moi étions hier sur Paris pour rencontrer Tuomas et Marco pour une interview qui sera prochainement publiée sur notre site et webzine.

Nous avons également eu l’immense chance de pouvoir écouter IMAGINAERUM, par le biais d’iPods du groupe que l’on nous a gentiment prêté pendant une petite heure. Malheureusement, l’album étant très long (75 minutes !) et l’interview ne se faisant pas entendre, je n’ai pas pu écouter tous les morceaux correctement, mais j’ai tout de même essayé de prendre un maximum de notes pour vous le faire partager.

A côté de chaque titre, j’ai écrit la durée du morceau (durée annoncée par l’iPod), qui chante (Anette, Marco ou les deux), et la ligne entre guillemets en-dessous et un extrait caractéristique des paroles de la chanson.

Notez bien qu’il s’agit d’un premier avis après une seule et unique écoute et que je peux me tromper ou avoir un avis qui évoluera complètement à la sortie de l’album. Mais je tenais à vous partager ça quand même ☺

Bonne lecture ! (C’est un peu long, désolé j’ai du mal à être concis parfois..)


1. Taikatalvi 2'36 (Marco)
Une petite berceuse pour ouvrir l’album, chanté par Marco, en finnois, accompagné par un orchestre (sans grandiloquence) et des guitares. Un morceau assez court, calibré « intro d’album », très doux, avec des chœurs, des harpes, des flutes qui rappellent Creek Mary’s Blood, et un petit crescendo qui ouvre la voie à….

2. Storytime 5'22 (Anette)
« I am the story that will read you real »
Storytime ! Bim ! Le premier extrait de ce nouvel album surprend malgré son côté single : on sent bien que cet album casse les structures classiques des chansons du groupe et que plusieurs écoutes seront nécessaires pour comprendre chaque morceau. Storytime n’échappe pas à la règle, mais reste malgré tout très direct : Anette entame un chant assez neuf, très éloigné de Dark Passion Play, presque aérien, et le morceau s’enchaine sans temps mort, rappelant énormément « Escapist ». Le break offre un somptueux passage orchestrale, soutenu par des riffs (très présents dans toute la chanson) et le final, où le refrain est repris deux fois (une fois normalement, une deuxième fois avec l’orchestre et les chœurs à fond les manettes) termine un morceau très bien rodé.
Au niveau des paroles, je me souviens assez clairement de l’air du premier couplet (je pourrai vous en chanter une partie pour vous donner l’air, mais j’aurai trop l’air con), Anette dit « I am the destiny/journey, i am the destinatioooon » un truc comme ça lol
Lors de la fin du morceau, on peut entendre les chœurs de la vidéo du Angel Studios, mais avec tellement de guitares et d’orchestres autour qu’ils sont presque méconnaissables (j’étais par exemple persuadé que cet extrait serait pour une ballade :D)
Dernière chose que j’ai noté à la 1ère écoute, la présence importante de claviers (malgré l’orchestre), et c’est également le cas sur le morceau suivant.

3. Ghost River 5'25 (Anette & Marco)
« The mills grind slow in a river bed ghost town »
Un morceau qui sonne très heavy, mid-tempo et une ambiance plus lourde et profonde que Storytime. La voix d’Anette m’a une nouvelle fois surpris, mais c’est peut être juste la sensation de l’entendre sur de nouveaux morceaux. Marco chante également dans ce morceau et offre une voix un peu démoniaque, voire agressive (cela m’a un peu rappelé son chant sur Master Passion Greed), pendant qu’Anette fait des chœurs derrière.
Le break du morceau est composé entre autre de chœurs d’enfants suivi par Anette qui chante, presque à capella « Ask you whyyyyyy » ou « never loose your heart » :D Un morceau assez profond qui donne envie d’être revisté au plus vite !

4. Slow, Love, Slow 5'51 (Anette & Marco)
« Do I Love you or the thought of you »
Cette première ballade de l’album débute par quelques notes de piano qui couvre de l’eau coulant comme d’un ruisseau, puis le morceau bascule soudainement dans un registre mid-tempo jazzy, où l’envie de battre la mesure en claquant des doigts se fait cruellement sentir. (Mais je me suis retenu pour pas avoir l’air trop con :D). Ce morceau nous plonge vraiment dans une ambiance piano bar et on imagine réellement Anette chanter le morceau allongé sur un piano, avec Tuomas l’accompagnant (comme sur une des photos du tournage du film).
Anette est ensuite rejointe au chant par Marco pour un chant très doux et lanscinant où les deux chanteurs répètent inlassablement « Sloooow, loooove, sloooow »….
Le morceau s’amplifie ensuite dans sa 2e partie, avec des guitares électriques et… du saxophone ! C’est d’ailleurs cet instrument qui termine, tout seul, la chanson, juste accompagné d’un tic tac de vieille horloge qui semble se prolonger ad vitam eternam…

5. I Want My Tears Back 5'08 (Anette & Marco)
« Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for »
« I WANT MY TEARS BACK ! » clamé par Marco, voilà comment commence ce probable futur single de l’album. Marco a un chant qui sonne très 80’s mais quelques secondes après cette intro du bassiste, Troy fait sa première apparition et le morceau démarre en toute trombe ! Bienvenue au digne successeur de « Last Of The Wilds » !! La chanson a, comme annoncé, une structure très simple (couplet refrain etc) mais est ultra efficace. Le refrain est en deux parties, une première partie chantée par Anette, une deuxième chanté par Marco. Chaque couple « couplet/refrain » est séparé par une instrumentale où les cornemuses de Troy ont la première place. Le morceau semble efficace, bien amené, enjoué… Mais c’est vraiment le break du morceau qui m’a mis des « lfkjskljdsf » dans le ventre : encore une fois, c’est Troy qui mène la cadence, mais alors le morceau bascule vraiment dans une gigue de taverne irlandaise, avec une mélodie particulièrement entêtante, des gens qui tapent dans leurs mains, et des cornemuses dans tous les sens. Honnêtement je suis pas ressorti indemne de ce passage !!!

6. Scaretale 7'32 (Anette & Marco)
« What a show we have for you tonight ! »
Après une seule écoute de l’album, c’est le morceau (avec Song Of Myself) qui m’a le plus marqué. Quelle claque !!! Grosse grosse atmosphère dans ce morceau, nous voilà vraiment plongé dans le parc d’attraction Imaginaerum !
Le morceau débute par une longue introduction de l’orchestre, des chœurs (dont des chœurs d’enfants qui font des lalalala :p) puis Anette débute la chanson par « Once upon A Time ». Anette chante d’ailleurs d’une façon assez particulière, comme une vilaine sorcière :D, s’amusant à chanter « tic toc tic toc ».
Puis un break très Dany Elfman fait la séparation avec une 2e partie du morceau, où Marco, véritable Maitre du parc, accueille les auditeurs par un tonitruant « Ladies And Gentlemen !! ». On basule alors dans une atmosphère pesante de fantomes et de terreur, avec toujours une certaine poésie : si vous avez déjà fait l’attraction de la maison hantée de Disneyland, et que vous vous souvenez de la musique de cette attraction, alors vous aurez une idée de ce qu’il se passe dans ce morceau. Vous vous souvenez, dans cette attraction, des 4 têtes qui chantent en chœur ? Et bien Marco fait un peu la même chose, dans la même ambiance. Marco se lache assez, multipliant les « lalala » ou les « ouh ! ha ! ouh ! ha ! ». Le morceau s’achève dans une grande folie, jusqu’à des orgues qui accentuent le côté scary de la chanson…
C’est pour cette chanson que les rires d’enfants (vidéo d’Angel Studios) ont été enregistrés.

7. Arabesque 2'52
J’ai pas pu écouter ce morceau :p Je laisse Guillaume donner son avis !

8. Turn Loose The Mermaids 4'19
« Here, scary traveller rest your wand »
J’ai pas pu écouter ce morceau :p Je laisse Guillaume donner son avis !

9. Rest Calm 6'59
« Every little memory resting calm in me »
J’ai pas pu écouter ce morceau :p Je laisse Guillaume donner son avis !

10. The Crow, The Owl And The Dove 4'10
« Don’t give me love / I’ve had my share / Beauty nor rest / Give me truth instead »
J’ai pas pu écouter ce morceau :p Je laisse Guillaume donner son avis !

11. Last Ride Of The Day 4'31 (Anette & Marco)
« It’s hard to light the candle, easy to curse the dark instead »
Tout le monde connaît l’intro de ce morceau puisqu’il s’agit de la nouvelle version de l’hymne du Kiteen Palo. Cet air, très répétitif dans l’hymne, va également nous suivre tout au long du morceau, mais avec bien plus de guitares et d’orchestrations variées qui masqueront l’éventuelle lassitude que pouvait nous avoir inspiré l’hymne. Anette chante d’ailleurs sur le même air, et le morceau, très direct, très Nightwish, sonne même parfois comme du Indica au niveau des couplets. On sent bien que cette chanson se veut être un dernier tour complet du parc, les mots « dead boy », « magician », « snake charmers » sont là pour nous rappeler cette envie de synthèse. Le refrain est chanté par Anette et est repris par Marco, refrain qui se termine justement par le titre de la chanson.
A noter que l’extrait audio que l’on peut entendre dans la vidéo du Genelec Studio est tiré de morceau.

12. Song Of Myself 13'30
« All that great heart Lying still »
Et voilà le long morceau de l’album ! Séparé en « songs », le résultat semble être à la hauteur d’un Ghost Love Score ou d’un The Poet, même si la structure est radicalement différente. La première chanson « From A Dusty Bookshelf », offre une longue introduction faite de violons, d’orchestre et de chœurs, et Anette qui chante « A Song of meeee » d’une façon très douce, comme quelqu’un qui souhaite apaiser une autre personne. Marco fait les chœurs, et le 2e couplet s’enchaine, avec un petit crescendo musical…
Le morceau bascule alors dans la « Song 2 : All That Grat Heart Lying Still » qui, en plus de m’avoir fait basculer dans un état second rempli de bave et de « fdksljsdflmksdklfj », constitue la partie la plus épique et orchestrale de tout l’album. J’ai eu du mal à prendre des notes de ce passage, si ce n’est : « ENORME, beaucoup de chœurs dans tous les sens, orchestre déchainé… ». Véritable coup de cœur qu’il me tarde de réécouter !! A noter que le début de la vidéo « Angel Studio » où l’orchestre joue est tiré de cette chanson. Mais le rendu est bien plus puissant et grandiloquent. Bref, gngngngng !
« Song 3 : Piano Black » fait basculer le morceau dans un tout autre registre, et l’hommage de Tuomas à Walt Whitman est on ne peut plus clair ici : il s’agit de lectures, au sens propres, de plusieurs poèmes, écrits par Tuomas (mais dans la veine de ce que pourrait écrire Whitman), sur fond d’un orchestre assez discret et de piano. Les poèmes sont lus par plusieurs personnes : un homme (j’ai lu qu’il s’agissait de Troy dans d’autres reviews mais je ne connais pas assez sa voix pour le confirmer), une femme, des enfants, des personnes plus agées… Une atmosphère vraiment nouvelle pour le groupe j’ai trouvé, mais je n’ai malheureusement pas pu terminer l’expérience correctement, l’interview devant commencer. Le final semblait être de la même veine, avec cependant la batterie de Jukka qui venait tempérer le morceau pour offrir une jolie fin à cet album.

13. Imaginaerum 6'18
Pour moi, l’album se termine avec le morceau précédent, et comme l’a dit Tuomas, ce morceau est surtout un bilan orchestral de l’album, reprenant les grands airs d’Imaginaerum. (Ce morceau a été composé pour être diffusé après le film pendant la lecture des crédits). Je pense que ce morceau sera encore plus apprécié une fois les mélodies de l’album dans nos têtes ☺"

Celle de Guillaume :

"OK donc mon track by track sera beaucoup plus court et terre à terre, j'ai énormément de mal à me faire une opinion sur une simple écoute (probablement l'habitude des albums de prog qui nécessitent des dizaines d'écoute pour vraiment maîtriser les détails). Donc surtout, prenez bien en compte qu'il s'agit d'un track by track suite à une écoute UNIQUE de l'album, et que malheureusement, dans l'absolu, ça ne signifie pas forcément grand chose...

Autre point à préciser : je donne une note à chaque morceau. Il faut plus y voir ma préférence de certains morceaux par rapport à d'autres, qu'un véritable jugement sur la qualité de l'album qui m'est apparue de toute façon très bon. La durée de l'album est standard (74mn, temps max d'un CD de toute façon), en tout cas aussi long que Dark Passion Play, mais notre temps d'écoute était d'une petite heure.

1. Taikatalvi (non noté)
Une introduction lente, chantée par Marco en finnois, qui ne m'a pas passionné des masses... Je suis incapable d'en dire beaucoup plus, j'ai préféré sauter le morceau au bout de 30 secondes...

2. Storytime (9/10)
Très grosse impression de prime abord ! Le format single vous saute à la face mais le refrain est franchement très entêtant. La première impression concerne le chant d'Anette : il sonne très "enfantin" ce qui jette un doute (on a en tête les multiples choeurs d'enfant sur les précédents albums). Puis le chant redevient assez standard (ne rien voir de négatif dans cette remarque, je trouve simplement qu'on retrouve l'Anette de Dark Passion Play). Mais je dois avouer que sur l'ensemble des morceaux que j'ai pu écouter (9/13), Storytime est dans mon top 3.

Petit aparté concernant le chant d'Anette, il faut admettre que sur l'ensemble de l'album, il m'a semblé meilleur et mieux maîtrisé : plus d'audace, plus de moments à la MOH, plus décomplexé... En revanche, le registre de voix est sensiblement le même : on retrouve la même volonté de Tuomas de marquer une fracture post-Once.

3. Ghost River (7/10)
Après la grosse sensation Storytime, l'intensité redescend un poil. On retrouve un morceau au refrain efficace (mené par Anette et Marco). Le reste du morceau est mid-tempo avec des guitares très lourdes, très "grasses". Des chants d'enfant s'immiscent dans le morceau. L'ensemble est agréable mais ce n'est pas la même grosse sensation que pour le morceau précédent.

4. Slow, Love, Slow (7/10)
Titre très jazzy, mené par une contrebasse et un jeu de piano assez séduisant. Le morceau a parfaitement sa place sur l'album, aucun souci. En revanche, je suis beaucoup plus sceptique en ce qui concerne une interprétation live. Le chant m'a semblé varié, les guitares planantes, atmosphériques (visiblement, je cite Dire Straits dans ma prise de note, ce qui devait correspondre à une très bonne surprise, une ambiance un peu blues également). On pourrait s'imaginer passer les portes battantes d'un bar, ambiance FarWest (ou comme dans certains batiments de Disneyland).

5. I Want My Tears Back (8/10)
J'espère sous évaluer le morceau parce qu'à bien relire ma prise de note, j'étais très enthousiaste. Un refrain extrêmement accrocheur mené par Anette et Marco. Comme Storytime, le format "single" saute à la figure : on ressent l'ambiance d'un Last Of The Wilds. Le chant de Marco sonne très 80's sur ce morceau (là encore, y voir une excellente surprise, ça contribue à la richesse de l'album). Le final sonne très musique folklorique et monte en puissance : à bien y repenser, ce morceau serait le quatrième de mon top 3. Pour ceux qui connaissent, écoutez la musique des Fjords hurlants dans World Of Warcraft et vous aurez une idée de l'ambiance (en plus pêchu sur l'album, forcément).

6. Scaretale (9/10)
Ahhhhhhhhh ! La vache, il est bon ce morceau. Très riche, très varié. On retrouve l'intensité d'un DCOW ou d'un TPATP. On imagine parfaitement ce morceau entamer les concerts de la tournée. Voici un titre très grandiloquent. C'est également avec ce morceau qu'on se sent réellement entrer dans le parc d'attraction, on passe un cap et on jurerait entrer dans les ténèbres : on entend le train et on retrouve l'ambiance d'un cirque. D'ailleurs, Marco joue les Mr Loyal du cirque, grosse voix méchante. Si vous avez vu Moulin Rouge, imaginez la voix de Jim Broadbent, en plus méchante. On retrouve d'ailleurs l'ambiance Harry Potter (dans lequel cet acteur a également joué). Très très enthousiasmant !

7. Arabesque (7/10)
Morceau instrumental de transition, assez court (moins de 3 minutes) et qui est dans la continuité de Scaretale (au sens propre : les deux morceaux s'enchaînent sans coupure). La fin monte en intensité et on retrouve un peu l'ambiance de Seven Days To The Wolves (gros doute sur ma prise de note, mais bon, si je l'ai écrit...).

8. Turn Lose The Mermaids (8/10)
Ambiance très FarWest, conquête de l'Ouest : ambiance chercheurs d'or, indiens, cowboys... Le morceau est mené par Anette : vocalement parlant, on retrouve Meadows Of Heaven, musicalement, on retrouve Creek Mary's Blood.

9. Rest Calm (9/10)
Morceau réparti entre Marco et Anette. Le rythme est très varié d'un tempo lent à un tempo au taquet pour revenir à un tempo lent. J'en ai retenu une grosse prestation vocale de Marco sur l'ensemble du titre, et un final d'Anette vraisemblablement très satisfaisant.

10. The Crow, The Owl And the Dove (7/10)
Pour ce morceau et le suivant, les conditions d'écoute n'étaient pas parfaites. Donc je ne garantis que cela soit vraiment représentatif de ce que vous ressentirez après quelques écoutes. J'en retiens une belle balade, sans plus, avec des passages à la flûte assez agréables.

11. Last Ride Of The Day (non noté)
J'en ai écouté quelques secondes, mais assez pour que le chant d'Anette me satisfasse pleinement. Les "AHHH AHHH" m'ont fait penser à ceux de Beauty Of The Beast (au début de la dernière partie du titre). Très plaisant, beaucoup de potentiel, j'imagine !

12. Song Of Myself (non écouté)

13. Imaginaerum (non écouté)"

Chansons solo d'Anette et son nouveau Myspace

Ceci ne concerne pas directement Nightwish, mais tout de même la chanteuse Anette Olzon :) En effet, celle-ci vient de se créer un compte Myspace officiel sur lequel elle a posté les démos de deux chansons de son futur album solo. Celles-ci s'appellent Floating, un morceau acoustique, et Invincible, une jolie balade. Vous pouvez les écouter en cliquant sur l'image :)

 

Voici également les paroles de ces deux chansons : 

Floating

Little birds are singing from the trees
Walking slowly on my two bare feet
Gentle grass under me as I sweep
On and on and on, on and on I´m

Floating - Floating

Someone´s calling me from underneath
Putting down my ear to hear the beat
From the voices far within the deep
On and on and on, on and on I´m

Flowing - Flowing - Swaying - Floating
Flowing - Flowing - Swaying - Floating

Magic wonders in the golden breeze
Changing daily and surrounding me
In the eyeglass I can see them freeze
On and on and on, on and on I´m

Floating - Falling - Floating - Flying
Falling - Falling - Floating - Flying

On and on... Falling - Falling - Floating - Flying 

Invincible

Years, all the years
All the tears
I longed for you

All the prayers
My despair
Couldnt bare
To wait for you
No more

My dear - I´m here
No fear - Invincible
See the stars glow all their gazing lights on you

Feel - can you feel
What I feel
I´m near you
And your hand
Holding mine
Only mine
There´s no one else
Oh you´re

My dear - I´m here
No fear - Invincible
See the stars glow all their gazing lights on you

My dear - I´m here
No fear - Invincible
Hear the thunder sing its roam for you tonight