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Have you ever wondered why they teach music education in middle school? Well, simple, to create social castes. Indeed, those who play the recorder and those who play the melodica, or, to put it another way, the unfortunate and the privileged (long before those jerks from Big Brother arrived) or, more simply, the lucky and the idiots. While the "melodicists" soared with their instrument, producing memorable melodies, we idiot pipers tried every trick to produce a sound that wasn't an aborted fart from that damn recorder. We had to cover the holes well, we did, but nothing, the hole of an old colitic man's butt was more harmonious! Now, I say, what sense does it make to create a hole under the recorder if it must always be plugged? A classmate of mine whom we called Metternich, because he was cunning, wise, and skilled in diplomacy with girls, tried to attach a chewing gum to it, but nothing, that damn thing farted like crazy. And there was no way to change our minds and switch to the melodica, because the choice was irrevocable, under penalty of a bad grade or suspension. There was, however, our music teacher, a bassoon graduate who one day, seeing a cassette of The Final Countdown going around the class, exclaimed: "Ah, these are Europe! I haven't heard such pompous synths since the days of Emerson Lake & Palmer!"
Now, we grew up on Pupo and Toto Cutugno and had no idea who this EmeronCaz and Paller were nor what these synths were. On the adjective pompous, Metternich, who was also the oldest as he had been suspended for exposing himself to the classmates, hypothesized that it might be some strange sexual practice. Anyway, that nutty teacher packed up his bassoon in all senses and by the end of the year got out of our hair...
For those like me who lived their teenage years in the '80s, they know well that kids back then didn't care much about the effects of Chernobyl nor about the We fuck the world initiative, but they basically had four questions:
1) why if Ralph was a supermaxieroe he flew like an idiot
2) if Tracy Chapman was male or female
3) if in the end the little miller managed to hook up with Clementina
4) how Joey Tempest could be liked by girls.
It was precisely on this last question that answers were not found. Take someone, put them in tight leather pants, give them a Marcella Bella perm, put on three fingers of makeup and you'll have the sex symbol of the '80s. The dramatic thing was that if one of us tried it, for sure they would call him a fag besides the certain suspension (which then I don’t know why in middle school for every damn thing you did they would suspend you).
But another sad episode is linked to the song The Final Countdown and a year-end party. Now, everyone knows the importance of middle school parties, just as it is well known that it was precisely from a bad party experience that the first disorders of the worst serial killers began, from Hannibal Lecter to the Monster of Florence to that communist who ate children. Anyway, the coolest dance was the one with the couple draw when finally I got the prettiest girl at the party, the one I had been hitting on for a while. Until that moment we had been dancing very closely when, suddenly, PAPAPAPAM, PAPAPAMPAMPAM, PAPAPAM, PAPAPAPAPA, The Final Countdown!!!
Shouts of joy from everyone except me who saw my chance slip away to get close to that pretty chick. Not that I cared much, I would have danced a slow one even with I Will Survive in the background (I know many of you can’t help but move when you hear it...), but not her, The Final Countdown was her call to go wild and go wild she did. Next round, new slow dance, but I get the ugliest girl at the party... Now, it seems that the lyrics of that song talk about a missile countdown. Well, I’ve always hoped that when that missile took off it would head straight up Joey Tempest’s ass and rest in peace to his soul!!!
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 The Final Countdown (05:10)
(10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1)
(ooooooooooo)
We're leaving together,
But still it's farewell.
And maybe we'll come back,
To Earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame.
We're leaving ground.(leaving ground)
Will things ever be the same again?
It's the "Final Countdown"
The "Final Countdown"
Oooohhhh
We're heading for Venus,
And still we stand tall.
'Cause maybe they've seen us,
And welcome us all, yeahh.
With so many light years to go,
And things to be found. (to be found)
I'm sure that we'll all miss her so.
It's the "Final Countdown"
The "Final Countdown"
The "Final Countdown"
The "Final Countdown"(The "Final Countdown")
(oohhh)hooooo
The "Final Countdown" oohhh
It's the "Final Countdown"
The "Final Countdown"
The "Final Countdown"(The "Final Countdown")
(oohhh)
It's the "Final Countdown,"
We're leaving together.
The "Final Countdown,"
We'll all miss her so.
It's the "Final Countdown"(The "Final Countdown")
(oohhh)
It's the "Final Countdown"
Yeaaah.....
02 Rock the Night (04:03)
I've gone through changes
I've gone through pain
But there's not enough reason for me to go insane
I know the feeling, just when it grows
I'm in a rage up from my head down to my toes.
You know it ain't easy
Running out of thrills
You know it ain't easy
When you don't know what you want.
What do you want
oooOOOO
You want to rock now, rock the night
'Til early in the morning light
Rock now, rock the night
WoOo woOo
You'd better believe it's right.
I know my limit
Just what it takes
When things ain't good enough
I just pull the brake
Sometimes it's easy
Sometimes so tough
But just have one thing clear
I can't get enough.
03 Carrie (04:30)
When lights go down, I see no reason
For you to cry. We've been through this before
In every time, in every season,
God knows I've tried
So please don't ask for more.
Can't you see it in my eyes
That this might be our last goodbye
Carrie, Carrie, things they change my friend
Carrie, Carrie, maybe we'll meet again somewhere again
I read your mind, with no intentions
Of being unkind, I wish I could explain
It all takes time, a whole lot of patience
If it's a crime, how come I feel no pain.
Can't you see it in my eyes
This might be our last goodbye
Carrie, Carrie, things they change my friend
Carrie, Carrie, maybe we'll meet again
Can't you see it in my eyes
This might be our last goodbye
Carrie, Carrie, things they change
Carrie, Carrie, Carrie
Carrie, Carrie, maybe we'll meet again somewhere again
When lights go down
04 Danger on the Track (03:45)
I was heading for the mountains
I had saved so much for you
And in the town I left behind me
There was nothing left to do.
I knew that you were waiting
For me to share your life
Cause I told you when I left, that
When I come back you'll be my wife.
But someone was waiting
In the shadows of the night
Someone was waiting
It just didn't feel right.
Danger on the track
Something told me there were
Strangers on my back
And I was so right.
Maybe I should surrender
Maybe I should give it up
But the strength I had inside
Told me you can never stop.
The men wanted to break me
Steal and bring me down
But I fought for you and later
They were lying on the ground.
05 Ninja (03:46)
Tell me the story, tell me the legend
Tell me the tales of war
Tell me just one time,
What it was like before
Bring me the feeling, right in that moment
When a heart for battle cries
Find me the treasure where the legend lies.
If I were a noble ancient knight
I'd stand by jour side to rule and fight
It will always feel the same
When I call out your name.
Ninja survive, in dreams I walk by your side
Ninja survive, with you there's no need to hide.
A handful of sayings are more than a reason
For me to feel this way
I'd like to be near you
Maybe for just one day
So tell me the legend, tell me the story
Tell me the tales of war
Tell me just one time
What it was like before.
06 Cherokee (04:13)
Nu ska vi spela!
(lets play!)
They lived in peace, not long ago
A mighty Indian tribe
But the winds of change,
Have made them realize, that the promises were lies.
The white man's greed, in search of gold
Made the nation bleed
They lost their faith
And now they hade to learn
There was no place to return
Nowhere they could turn.
Cherokee - marching on the trail of tears.
They were driven hard, across the plains
And walked for many moons
Cause the winds of change,
Had made them realize, that the promises were lies.
So much to bear, and all that pain
Left them in despair
They lost their faith
And now they have to learn
There was no place to return
Nowhere they could turn.
07 Time Has Come (04:01)
Long for the sailor, beneath the skies
Long for the white dove, no matter where she flies
Long for the stranger you know so well.
Pray for the soldier, who's wounded bad
Pray for the dreamer, he's still so sad
Pray for the stranger you know so well.
Cause I'm coming home.
Now the time has come
For me to come back home.
Long for the eagle, on wings so strong
Long for the hunter, he won't be long
Long for the stranger you know so well
09 On the Loose (03:08)
Running out on the streets
He lives from day to day
Looking for something to do
He needs to get away
Hoping that maybe one day
He could be someone
Praying that maybe someday
He could be number one
In his world of make believe
He always tends to be
On the loose
So young, so tough, so wild
On the loose again
Dreaming, dreaming about
All the things he'd like to do
Trying, trying so hard
To make it all up to you
In his world of make believe
He always tends to be
On the loose
So young, so tough, so wild
On the loose again
10 Love Chaser (03:27)
Someone's at your door tonight
Someone wants your love
Is it real or just imagination
You decide to wait inside 'til the break of dawn
In dreams you see yourself seeking affection.
He'll know just who you are
He'll know just where you've been
He'll know just what to do.
Love chaser - If you look deep in his eyes
Then you're in for a big surprise
He can take your breath away
There's nothing you can do or say.
You can feel that someone's at your back
You can hear his pounding heart
But something tells you not to be afraid
Cause even in the darkest night
Someone's at your side
But when morning comes it all starts to fade away
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