Иногда меня спрашивают, какую музыку я люблю? Я всегда отвечаю, что под настроение.
Но есть один тип музыки, который мне нравиться всегда.
Случайно напоролся на эту группу и понял - вот оно. То, что я обожаю, и что встречается так редко. ( Я сейчас про качественные вещи.)
Какой драйв, какой голос у солистов... а их сочетание просто выносит мне мозг. И еще текст - прямо в точку.
My only crime was existing. For that I was thrown away. They’ll never love someone like me. Итак, Flesh Field - This Broken Dream. Пока эта тема, хотя почти все их композиции - это нечто... поразительное.
Текст
I did what I thought was right,
And they came to hate me.
I looked to you for comfort,
And your look broke me.
I stood there, humble,
And I bore my soul to them.
I told them everything,
And they laughed and they condemned
Everything I was and everything I’d ever loved.
I tried so hard to make them proud of what I had become.
I was forced into this by pride.
(And forced out by the same.)
I will admit some regret.
(But confess no shame.)
I only wanted a release.
(But I never wanted this.)
I should have foreseen.
(What I will now never miss.)
My only crime was existing.
For that I was thrown away.
They’ll never love someone like me.
I came to you for solace,
And you turned me away.
So here I am alone again.