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Текст песни The light at the end of the world от исполнителя My dying bride

    An isle, a bright shining isle
    stands forever, alone in the sea
    Of rock and of sand and grass
    and shale, the isle bereft of trees.

    - Small. A speck in the wide blue
    sea. 'Tis the last of all the land.
    A dweller upon our lonesome
    isle, the last, lonely man? -

    By the Gods he is there to
    never leave, to remain all his
    life. His punishment for
    evermore, to attend the
    eternal light.

    The lighthouse, tall and brilliant
    white, which stands at the end
    of the world. Protecting ships
    and sailors too, from rock they
    could be hurled

    Yet nothing comes and nothing
    goes 'sept the bright blue sea.
    Which stretches near and far
    away, 't is all our man can see.

    Though, one day, up high on
    rock, a bird did perch and cry.
    An albatross, he shot a glance,
    and wondered deeply, why?

    Could it be a watcher sent?
    A curse sent from the Gods,
    who sits and cries and stares at him,
    the life that they have robbed.

    Each year it comes to watch
    over him, the creature from above.
    Not a curse but a reminder of
    the woman that he loved.

    - Oh weary night, under stars,
    he'd lay and gaze.
    Up towards the moon and stars.
    The suns dying haze.

    Time and again, Orion's light
    filled our man with joy.
    Within the belt, he'd see his love,
    remembering her voice -

    The twinkle from the stars above
    bled peace into his heart
    As long as she looks down on him
    he knows they'll never part

    One day good, one day bad
    The madness, the heat, the sun,
    Out to sea, he spies upon land.
    His beloved Albion.

    Cliffs of white and trees of green
    Children run and play,
    'My home land' he cries and weeps,
    why so far away?

    Eyes sore and red. Filled with tears,
    he runs towards the sea.
    To risk his life, a worthy cause,
    for home he would be.

    Into the sea, deep and blue,
    the waters wash him clean.
    Awake. He screams. Cold with sweat.
    And Albion a dream.

    - Such is life upon the isle,
    of torment and woe.
    One day good. One day bad.
    And some days, even hope.

    The light at the end of the world
    burns bright for mile and mile
    Yet tends the man, its golden glow,
    in misery all the while?

    For fifty years he stands and waits,
    atop the light, alone.
    Looking down upon his isle
    the Gods have made his home -

    The watcher at the end of the world
    through misery does defile.
    Remembers back to that single night
    and allows a tiny smile.

    (His sacrifice was not so great,
    he insists upon the world.
    Again he would crime,
    Again he would pay,
    for one moment with the girl)

    Her hair, long and black it shone,
    The dark, beauty of her eyes,
    Olive skin and warm embrace,
    her memory never dies.

    'Twas years ago, he
    remembers clear
    the life they once did live.
    Endless love and lust for life,
    they promised each would give.

    Alas, such love and laughter too,
    was short as panting breath
    For one dark night, her soul
    was kissed
    by the shade of death.

    (Agony, like none before,
    was suffered by our man.)
    who tends the light now
    burning bright
    on the very last of land.

    (Anger raged and misery too
    like nothing ever before.)
    He cursed the Gods and man
    and life,
    and at his heart he tore.

    - A deity felt sympathy
    and threw our man a light
    'Your woman you may see again,
    for a single night. -

    But think hard and well young man,
    there is a price to pay:
    to tend the light at the end of
    the world
    is where you must stay.

    Away from man and life and love.
    Alone you will be.
    On a tiny isle. A bright shining isle
    in the middle of the sea.'

    - 'I'll tend the light, for one more night
    with the woman whom I love',
    screamed the man, with tearful eyes,
    to the deity above.

    And so it was that very night
    his lover did return.
    To his arms and to their bed,
    together they did turn.

    In deepest love and lust and passion
    entwined they did fall.
    Lost within each other's arms
    they danced (in lover's ball). -

    - Long was the night filled with love.
    For them the world was done.
    Awoke he did to brightest light,
    his woman and life had gone.

    To his feet he leapt. To the sea he looked.
    To the lighthouse on the stone.
    The price is paid and from now on
    he lives forever alone.

    Fifty years have passed since then
    and not a soul has he seen.
    but his woman lives with him still
    in every single dream.

    'Tis sad to hear how young love has died
    to know that, alone, someone has cried.
    but memories are ours to keep.
    To live them again, in our sleep.-


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А знаете ли вы, что классическая музыка признана многими психологами, врачами и самими исполнителями в буквальном смысле чудодейственной. Сама по себе она не совершает чудеса, но она может самым благоприятным образом влиять на человека, растений и животных, на весь окружающий мир. И не важно, что в большинстве композиций классической музыки отсутствуют тексты песен, главное здесь - ее звучание, удачное сочетание нот и звуков.

Доказано, что классическая музыка благотворно влияет на нервную систему. Многие психологи прописывают своим пациентам слушать классическую музыку каждый день. Она не только успокаивает, но и вызывает положительные эмоции у человека. Классическую музыку даже с недавних пор стали использовать прогрессивных взглядов хирурги во время своих операций. Они прочувствовали на себе, что когда операция проводится под звуки классической музыки, все проходит как по маслу, а пациент в скорейшем времени реабилитируется и идет на поправку. Да, и во многих западных больницах в палатах больных играет классическая музыка. По словам врачей, она является усилителем медикаментозного лечения, так как своим звучанием настраивает на положительный лад людей, страдающих тем или иным заболеванием, внушает веру в выздоровление и в собственные силы справиться с болезнью. И все это не пустые слова - это результат проводимых неоднократно экспериментов.

К примеру, был произведен такой эксперимент - в две комнаты, одинаковые по размеру, температуре, влажности, степени освещения, поместили горшки с абсолютно одинаковыми цветами, и в каждой их них включили музыку - в одной классическую, а в другой - тяжелый рок. По истечении определенного времени эксперимент показал следующие результаты - в комнате с классической музыке цветы стали быстро прибавлять в росте, многие расцвели, все выглядели здоровыми, а в комнате с тяжелым роком цветы не только не выросли ни на сколько, а имели нездоровый вид, а многие даже зачахли. Чудодейственное влияние классической музыки на лицо. Однако этот эксперимент вовсе не говорит о том, что рок плох, и слушать его не следует, отнюдь - все люди разные, на кого-то и рок. И тексты песен роковых исполнителей действуют как чудесная сила.