R.I.P Ann Waychoff mother of the Nightwish Army. June 28th, 2020 . Ann was a big Nightwish Fan. And every new person who listened to NW, she went through a little chat. And gave them some info about NW. This was her favorite song. And this song belongs to her. I like very much that Gabriel have continue Ann s work.... so her heritage is still here.
This song is dedicated to Ann Waychoff mother of all NW fans, a kind and lovely Lady who wrote to every new reactor. She passed away june 28 2020 (R.I.P. dear Ann). Gabriel Bardac took over the torch and is doing a great job imho
6:27 one of the best moments with Emppu and Jukka. Emppu did that a lot by having his back to the audience or just going next to Jukka's drum set to play. They have literally grown up together. Childhood neighbors and many world tours together.
And there forever remains that change from G to Em are the last words of the poem that is part of the song. Lyrics, including the poem at the end, not played in concert: 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 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 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 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 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? 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 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 that change from G to Em
@@StrateleStudios To my ears it sounds like they end on D anyway, but to refer to parallell major/minor in a poetic sense is a nice touch anyway. I always thought of those things, all the modes etc as purely musical concepts, but I guess you can kind of make it into a yin-yang kind of thing. Same same, but different, depending on where you start (where's your tonic today?) So obvious now that I think about it.
This song is from the Imaginarium album, They made a movie for this and one of the main characters name in Gem They used the G and Em to get that name is what I understand.
It has been an absolute joy to see you react to Nightwish. They really are so good! Every member of Nightwish, past and present has been a special part of the Nightwish experience. I have so much love for them all.
Normally the "G" (sol) scale is used for happy and joyful sounds. The Em scale (E minor) is used for sad and reflective sounds. So the change takes place from G to Em, from joy to sadness. It is also a reference to the movie Imaginaerum, the main character is called Gem.
Great reaction as always. Love your insights. One more banger to round this show off with and then even more discoveries to enjoy. Wacken is just the first step of a journey I really wish I could take for the first time again. Super jelly. Peace.
Favorite song of the late Ann Waychoff, Mother of the Nightwish Army. Inspired by the 52 chapter , 19th century poem of the same name by Walt Whitman. The studio version has a spoken poem section at the end, written by Tuomas in an ode to the original. The words to that are what is on the big screen behind the band. 'There forever remains the change from G to E m' is the last line . Great reaction Jeff. Love that last part with the pyro accents. 'All that great heart lying still and slowly dying, All that great heart lying still on an angel wing' (x2) is the lyrics in that section. The 2005 Helsinki show (End of an Era) is great for when you get to Tarja. Wishmaster is in that , as well as The Siren ,Phantom of the Opera (cover) , and the cover/tribute of Pink Floyd's High Hopes with marko on vocals.
R.I.P Ann Waychoff mother of the Nightwish Army. June 28th, 2020 This is your song. If you ever have to explain the Groove in Metal to someone - play this tune. Until the Breakdown hits you with a 10 ton hammer it is all fun and games. But then the slow chugging monster with the machine gun riffing takes over. And for every Metal Head this lights up the day. Awesome….Imho one of the best songs ever. Sometimes the sky is piano black…. Floor Jansen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Valkyries and Stonehenge, Lady of Nightwish and Protector of our Metal Realm. Long may she reign. Bow, mortal !
One of my favorite things about your reactions is that you recognize that it all begins with the composition. From there, each virtuoso plays their layer at a level few can understand, let alone duplicate. To consider that Floor was still a "newbie" at this concert is mind-numbing. That she fit in so perfectly opened an entirely new pallet of musical colors for Tuomas to compose with, and the result has been precious to a level we have not seen, maybe for centuries. I love hearing your enthusiasm and recognition of what they're doing, Jeff. You let me re-live my first hearing with each reaction! Much appreciation!
RIP Ann Waychoff. 🫶 Perhaps my favorite from this show as well. Dark, gritty, mysterious. A perfect breakdown second half. Marko goes all in, with no holding back. Floor summons fire. Jukka punishes his drums. There is a long poem from Tuomas, inspired by the Walt Whitman poem of this name, after the music to this song, not done in concert. This was a song written for Anette. The poem ends, “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 E minor” “Are you ready for the last ride… The Last Ride of the Day?!!”
An to think the energy in this song. Directly after singing and playing ghost love score. Then still have energy for one more after this one. For a epic closer.
I like.. the way you stuck with this concert, taking your time to savour every single second of one of the all time greatest live concerts in music history. I like.. the way you've managed to combine your inspiring enthusiasm with informed opinion & detailed analysis (loved your breakdown of "Where's The ONE??" Romanticide). I like.. your style, overall presentation and "re-watch" value. So that's three likes in a row since only one YT like for this video just won't do 😉 Already in anticipation of a great final Wacken session to end this epic first journey of yours and ready to follow wherever you decide to take this. I salute you from across the Atlantic and as always, Cheers from Amsterdam!
This song is a favorite of a lot of Nightwish fans myself included...... It's also interesting because I've only been following nightwish for 2 years but this song is kind of rare they don't play it a lot live it seems like to me and this is like the only version I've ever seen live with floor singing it........ I just think this song has everything you would ever want in a song........ And you will realize something else soon which is the last three songs of this concert might very well be my favorite ending to any concert I've ever witnessed...... I wonder if anyone in this crowd that was at this concert realized exactly what they were witnessing and how much of an impact this one concert has had on so many people all over the world....
Shoutout to our beloved Godmother of the Nightwish Army, Ann Waychoff, may she rest in peace. 🕯 Ann started the tradition of providing a little background information on the band to new reactors, a tradition Gabriel has so noblily and diligently continued. Ann did much to make sure that the Nightwish Army was a group of positive and encouraging fans who supported people as they started their Nightwish journey. She also did much to assist people privately as well. This song was her favorite. The song is inspired by the Walt Whitman poem of the same name. In the studio version there is a spoken word section at the end of the song, a poem written by Tuomas inspired by Walt Whitman's original. During this live performance they don't include that part of the song but instead the lines from the poem are displayed on the main video screen behind the band. If you go back you can see them ( I missed them the first few times I watched the video because I was so entranced by the band members) as well as the last line from the poem that you caught.
Another great reaction to another epic song. Don't be too disappointed that you only have 1 more song left of this amazing concert...they have several more brilliant concerts on RU-vid you can react to...😁🤘
Notice how great Tuomas is in taking a small interlude or "throwaway" pre-chorus or "ever elusive D-part before doing the chorus again for the last time" and making a whole thing in itself out of that idea. For him they're not throwaways...or breakdowns in the sense people think themas, he wants to give them time to be alive and be part of the whole. If you listen to their songs again and try to notice this, you'll see the pattern. And that's commendable from a composer to be able to appreciate the listener like "nope, this isn't some top of the head junk I'm throwing at you to have my ABBA-structure I thought this through and I'm going to take you to this journey with me!"
Don't forget The Poet and the Pendulum recorded at Wembley 2015. Another unmissable performance - a bit of Intel there from the British Nightwish Regiment
Every Nightwish concert is like musical fireworks! Song after song, only music made and performed at a high level. It's a great feeling to be at their concert. "Eargasm" Tuomas is a master composer and lyricist, but also a good pianist. I remember a song from their second album, where Tuomas plays the piano in the middle of the song, in the best 50's rock' roll style! It sounds like Little Richard came into the studio! It's great how he is able to combine any genre of music with his compositions since the days of the old Masters of classical music. Many have already explained the passage "And there forever remains that change from G to Em". Tuomas' favorite poet is the American Walt Whitman. So at the end he wrote a poem done in the style of Whitman. It really does sound like it was written by Whitman!
One of my favourite Nightwish songs, both this live performance and album. Marco and Floor matching intensity blows me away every time. On the album there’s a second half that’s something of a spoken word poem. Youth want to have listen to that sometime. Nice reaction again, mate.
Along with all the comments from the Army, "the change from G to Em" is also the last spoken words in the movie Imaginaerum, the movie written by Tuomas and his close friend. The Imaginaerum album is from the Anette era. All of the band had parts in the movie. It is available on RU-vid, Free movies with ads. It deals with dementia and is a well researched factual movie.
Your reactions are brilliant, man. Youre the first reactor I've clicked the notification bell on. And Thats a huge compliment from me 🙂 Can't wait for you to go on to the Wemley and/or Tampere shows. And some Buenos Aires, and even some End Of An Era (Tarja). And some music videos, perhaps, and of course the lyric videos fre the Human:Nature album The rabbit hole has just begun.
Great reaction, and in summing up you are absolutely correct - there is no "best" singer, just people's favourites. Looking forward to the rest of your journey through the NW back catalogue!
As always, a very well balanced reaction - always look forward to your commentary. You mentioned checking out the other singers which personally would be very welcomed. I do remember you mentioning during your first NW video (GLS) about listening to 'Wishmaster' (which I do love) but very mischievously I'd like to suggest that maybe do a double reaction to Wishmaster - the first from 'End of an Era' live show (which also has wonderful performances of Phantom of the Opera , and 'High Hopes' - Marko is sublime on lead vocals!) and secondly, there is a video called 'Wishmaster, misheard lyrics, which is hilarious - or maybe listen to by yourself if you didn't want to do that - I just thought you'd love it, being so familiar with the song. Look forward to hearing more and take very good care of yourself 😃
Omg misheard lyrics would be hilarious!!!! I should do a double video with that for Wishmaster. I’m sure I’ll be doing High Hopes because I’m very curious about it. It’s been requested a lot!
I'd enjoy seeing you do a chronological trek through their discography, as you suggested, at some point. Not many people do that, and it is a lot of fun to journey along. So take this as being one vote of encouragement!
Epic magnificence right there on that stage. I imagine that the many lucky to be present on this remarkable ocassion needed a day or two for the enormity of what they had experienced to fully sink it having not seen or heard Floor live in the flesh leading their beloved Nightwish up until this point. How blessed we all are to see the continuity of this phenomenal band. Thank you Jeff. 👍😊🙏
Hello good sir, let me tell you, I very much enjoy your reactions and insight on their song, how you do both, the technical side and also the passionate rocker side, I love that contrast. About the song, I love how they play with light and darkness time and time again, to the kind-of heavy melody to the hard breakdown, to top it off, Floor and Marko's harmonies are the icing on the cake
Excellent! The script on the screen that you caught was from a wonderful spoken word section that follows this song on the Imaginaerum studio album. Great reaction, Jeff! Thanks.
It is A Tribute to the poem in 52 chapters, One for every week of the year, " Song of myself " by Walt Whitman(one of the co-founders of US poetry) USA 1892 version. The 7th line of the song is ""Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the Ride""". The extended studio version of this song has, at the end, a poem as a tribute to Whitman made by Tuomas, the keyboard player and the mastermind of nightwish. Most of these lines you can also see fast flahing on the ledscreen of this video. Bucle up, it goes very deep. " 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 first 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 deservin And there forever remains That change from G to E minor. "
Nice reaction! Love this song. Look up the remaining spoken lyrics. The additional lyrics were so emotional I cried. Beautiful composition and delivery!
There's a large amount of text placed up there. In the full (non-concert) song there's a spoken part. What you saw was the very end of that spoken part.
Hi. My number 2 NW song. Marco superb (that rising 2nd entry my ringtone). Floor stunning. The band on top form. And the best description of depression I know - "sometimes the within is piano black " Not played on tour enough - GLS has been played 5 yikes as often! All that remains is the change from G to Eminor. Part of the story comes from the film named for the album Imaginaerum. In it, the girl is called Gem - GEm - G to Em(inor). You'll get a lot of context for the songs on the album by watching the (admittedly at times weird) film. Buenos Aires 2018, even better IMHO, goes back to lots of the older songs (it was the Decades tour promoting the retrospective Decades album). That concert has my Number 4 and 5 Nigjtwish songs (actually joint 4) - Devil and the Deep Dark Ocean and Dead Boy's Poem.
”I want my tears back” from Buenos Aires must be one of the most epic live performances ever. The crowd is just awsome. I am a Finn and this live performance makes me want to travel to Argentina for a Nightwish concert, even though I can see them close to home. 🇫🇮❤🇦🇷
My favorite song from this gig, thanks for listening and reacting to it ! As for the message, it's an excerpt from Song of myself, the poem by Whiltman.
That breakdown is frigging BRUTAL!!! And I've seen pro tennis players that don't have an overhand smash like Jukka! I understand that after this tour Jukka's drum kit filed a restraining order.
Great job as usual. This is originally an Anette song so you'll note that Floor was really scraping the bottom of her clean range (she growls lower) as it existed in 2013. She has since worked on her lower register and now sings lower than this comfortably. Anette had a lower range than Floor so these songs were written to fit her more limited, lower range. Whenever we hear a really high note by Floor in a song written for Anette, we know that it's an embellishment that either Floor has added or she is replacing a soprano choir (e.g. "Storytime"). The original song had a long poem attached to it where it finishes with the phrase, "And there forever remains that change from G to Em." It's worth listening to the entire thing: ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-ssRgOhr3Jtk.html This video is the same performance from Wacken that we have just watched with the poem lifted from the album version and appended, as it was done in the original with Anette.
Those words readable on the screen: “And there forever remains that change from G to E minor.” Is the last strophe of Part 4 of the song (that part 4 which will never played live) only on studio album and in the movie “Imaginarium”. While they performed part 1 to 3 the lyrics of part 4 were displayed on the screen. Part 4. Love (6’53” - 13’30”) 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 first 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 E minor. Songfacts®: This epic thirteen and a half minute track is divided into four parts and was inspired by Nightwish keyboardist Tuomas Holopainen's favorite poet Walt Whitman (1819-1892), and his famous free verse poem of the same name. The song includes a six-minute recitation of the Transcendentalist poem. He explained to Metal Hammer magazine: "I wanted to pay homage to him and do the lyrics in a way that he would possibly write. It's a real, open, thorough, personal catharsis - especially the spoken-word part."
Do listen to the studio version too. Anette has a very different voice, particularly when belting - Floor has a great rock belt, but Anette has this bright, forward laser-focused belt which is quite special. The first belt here, "a catnap in the ghost town of my heart", knocks me out on the album - I definitely prefer it to Floor's. As with many earlier era songs, though, Floor's endings are superior to the others'. She almost always adds an extra something in the final stretch, which leaves you speechless and sometimes makes you think "this is Floor's song now". The studio version also has the poem at the end, read by the friends and family of Nightwish, and this is what is put on the screen, where you noticed the last line - it ties into the Imaginaerum movie, which is also worth a watch sometime (it reminds me of Mirrormask, if you've seen that). RIP Ann.
The album version is broken-up into movements and the final movement called 'Love' follows from where this version ends. It isn't really appropriate to play at Wacken, as it is a slow and emotionally-charged piece of music with a spoken lyric overlay. The final words, spoken by Troy is the "E to Gm" line.
Tuomas composes and does lyrics to 95 % of the albums, some albums 100% and yet out there rocking as hard as everyone else! After the last song of their concerts, they stay on stage, take a bow and enjoy the audience a minute. Tuomas comes out humble as can be..even though Nightwish is his baby!
"remains the change from G to E minor"... I think it was meant to mean, as it's the same but opposite sides of the note, like the coin has two sides, the human mind has the bright and positive against the dark, depressive and negative side of as well... all of us had those both... EDIT: Nightwish has a lot of lyrics to delve deeper... EDIT2: I would stay with music samples with Floor only but no harm to peak songs with Tarja I guess...
I always enjoy the other members of the band mouthing the words during the songs. And how the heck does Marco manage to sing and continue playing complicated bass lines at the same time?
Many mention "The Greatest Show on Earth" and "The Poet and the Pendulum" when discussing Tuomas's composition skill, but I think this belongs in the conversation as well.
I think the message in that verse is basically, "The more things change, the more they stay the same"...E and G minor are basically the same key, but different.
Thanks for the great reaction as ever. After you have finished the Wacken performances, I think you would love the studio version of this. It's sung by Anette and has a long spoken part at the end. ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-Eoa1lQmq6lI.html
Walt Whitman.....don't know if you've reacted yet, but, when you get to "the Greatest Show on Earth", use the Tampere 2016 version, and let it play out......one of their overlooked songs, check out "Harvest" from the Human;Nature album, where Troy sings the lead, accompanied by Floor and Marco.....Nightwish Army, South Carolina, USA
I think of it as... I like a particular singer best performing some particular songs. By far I think I overwhelmingly like Floor best in almost everything she sings. There are a few songs I like that Tarja sings better or versions of songs that Tarja is singing, and a song or two of Anette era songs that Anette originally did with the band in studio. But the superior versatility of Floors vocals exceeds all expectations in studio and on stage... and she allows Tuomas the freedom to write and perform anything the Metal Mozart could possibly dream up. Case in point: their "Human | Nature" album... I couldn't imagine any more than two or three other vocalists on the planet taking on, much less pulling off that project with that level of success.
This is heavily inspired by the poem of Walt Whitman by the same title. There are also videos containing some narrations which belongs to the original. 😎👍
I see you noticed the screen stating "There forever remains that change from G to E minor". This song is inspired by the poem of the same name from Walt Whitman. There is a long spoken word ending to this song on the studio version. This is the poem inspired by Whitman. It ends with the words on the back screen. IMHO - I think this is a musical metaphor for life. We begin in G (happy key) and as we progress through life we transition to e minor (a darker realization of life). It is all relative. What do you think Jeff?
This song is for You Ann (mother of Nightwish Army) R.I.P 🤘😔🤘 Your flame and passion lives on in Us 🤘🔥🤘. Ann Waychoff was known by many as the Nightwish Mom. She would give comments to people who reacted to Nightwish videos to try and help the reactors understand and she would tirelessly exchange comments with people who wanted to know more. She also communicated privately with a large number of fans and reactors (we know now from the tributes.). ru-vid.com?search_query=ann+waychoff will show how many knew her and how many liked her enough to spend hours making videos about her/dedicated to her. For me this song has some serious Pantera vibes 🤘🔥🤘. Pure fire and great song!!! And here is that thing to G to E minor. It's about Walt Whitman's poem, titled the same name: 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 🤘😎🤘.
😁🇫🇮❤️🎼✨💙🤘 Edit. Remains the change from G to E minor....perhaps you should watch Nightwish movie 'Imagenaerum'. There are answer that question 😁❤️🇫🇮🎶✨ and that movie is Real GEM 🤘😁👍💙
