DREAM A DAZZLING

Het repeteerverweer van Erik Hazepad

 

 

Muziek is in de eerste plaats een uitdrukking van verlangen. Het verlangen van schepper om de toehoorder te ontroeren, om het ‘mooi’ te vinden. Het verlangen naar maakbaarheid. Muziek is geluid dat door mensen wordt gemaakt. De intrinsieke maakbaarheid van muziek verhevigt het verlangen naar maakbaarheid. Vanaf de 2e helft van de 20e eeuw komt dat verlangen, wanhopiger dan ooit tevoren, tot uitdrukking in de rock ’n roll. Zolang er geen Nederlandse benaming van deze muzieksoort bestaat, zijn the lyrics  inalienably in English. De vocale boodschap betreft gewoonlijk het verlangen naar liefde. Zwartgallige en weemoedige uitbarstingen worden meer en meer ondersteund door harde ritmes (metal) en golvende harmonieën (symfonische rock). Commerciële belangen in de populaire muziek hebben het verlangen naar ontroering verdrongen door verlangen naar rijkdom en roem, aspecten van maakbaarheid bij uitstek. Het heeft de ontroering naar de achtergrond gedrongen, niet uitgeroeid.

 

 

Aware, aware my dream a dazzling

 

Speed of light

Speed of light                     STAGNATION

Speed of light

                                        Motion of melancholy

                                        Emotional constraint

 

Till future beats today my guardian angel holds

The sword of justice ramping raised to strike ere past

Beats yesterday

 

I’m a foster child, perhaps high-born

More plausible a trifling pawn

Tripping on colliding visions

         Of a troubled troubadour

A victim of some victory

In gloom alone ardour

See my rainbow orgy

Breaking through the hoar

By the time I dip my pencil

It has lost all of its colour

I am the ceiling, I am the floor

I am the key, I am the door

Behind which I am colossal

Invisible before the legendary tail spread out

My words remain obscure without

Without my crown a dazzling

Insignificant a dwarf

Easy to be overlooked

In ignorance ignored

Involuntarily incognito

A public secret yet

Extraordinarily out of proportion

Can’t tell head from tail no more!

I am the weft, I am the warp

I am a shipwreck on the shore

I am the failing commodore

Who struck the fatal chord

Beyond me lies the treasure

I’ve been trying to explore

The more ‘twas less than I was after:

To seize extravagance galore

 

 

                                              WORDS!

Don’t know what to say no more   WORDS!   No movement without music                                                                                                     WORDS!

                                                            Never approved my seclusion

MOTHER!                                           My delusions are worse

                                                         (who’s responsible for my birth?)

                                                                You were my Big Bang

        FATHER!                                               Extinct at last

                                                           (slackers never die out fast)

       

                                                        Adopted is something to be   

AM I ALONE TO BE FREE?                    Things go better with…

                                                                …out, out, out of the web

                                                      Into the glue, out of the black Into

                                                        the blue, I command myself

                                                                   To you…

 

I AM LOOKING FOR YOU                       Look at me, look at me

WHERE ARE YOU?                               I

                                                               am

                                                                        right

                                                                                   here

 

I share my dream a dazzling

 

Gourmandise

Banquet                             STARVATION

A treat

                                        Fixed emotion memory

                                        Frozen sigh of yore

 

Coagulated signs of what may come are

Death escaping, life embracing

Dazzling aloft

 

Still I’m a foundling, an orphan or

The child of unknown parents

They are still looking for

An arrow ‘cross the universe

A cross to mark the score

See my naked body

Gleaming through the gore

In excuse of my existence

I must die to be reborn

By the time the phoenix rises

It starts all over, evermore

I am the scabbard, I am the sword

I am the lady, I am the lord

Between me there’s no difference

Than there is ‘tween dying for

Something to live for and

Love I forbore to give

Apart I shall drift…

 

 

Schizofrenie is karakteristiek voor droefgeestige 20e eeuwse rockmuziek. Afgezien van het paradoxale streven om een zo groot mogelijk publiek deelgenoot te willen maken van persoonlijk leed dat men niemand toewenst, klinkt de jammerklacht van zelfmedelijden ook als een overwinningskreet. Bowie, Townsend, Waters of Costello, ze zijn semantisch misschien interessant, op papier blijft het wat bloedeloos. Net als bij talloze collectieven domineert de vorm de inhoud. Zolang rijm en ritme van de vocalen maar naadloos aansluiten bij de hormonale samenklank van de gitaren, orgel, sax en drums. Rock ’n roll is emotie. Het is de wisselwerking tussen de schepper en zijn creatie, tussen de speler en zijn publiek, tussen de eenling en het establishment. Het is de ludieke revolte om een boze droom te beëindigen. Keer op keer op keer. Rock ’n roll is repeteerverweer.* 

 

Erik Hazepad is een groot bewonderaar van hedendaagse muziek. Zichzelf begeleidend op piano en gitaar heeft hij de frustraties en vermeende afwijzingen van zich afgeschreven op de wijze van de door hem bewonderde muzikanten. Naast DREAM A DAZZLING heeft hij tijdens zijn adolescentie een heel oeuvre geschreven.

   De teksten hebben vaak een maatschappijkritische strekking, maar de muziek is niet gespeend van rock-invloeden en onmiskenbaar pop. Een paar voorbeelden:

 

TOLERANCE

 1   I was told to be tolerant

 2   So every girl and every boy used to use me as a toy

 3   Never had consideration with me getting’ youth frustration

 4   I grew up to be a man with a lot of understanding

 5   For the young of our time are to work off youth frustration

 6   The rain will catch them, they will catch a pretty cold

 7   They get better when they get old, so I’ve been told

 8   Tolerant people have no problems in getting what they want to have

 9   Haven’t you heard, tolerance is a hypocrite word

10  It’s the key to unlock the prohibited door and what’s more

11  When you enter the room you will soon walk on the moon

12  It’s a shame to teach the children how they should behave as children

13  As if children wouldn’t know that they have no other choice

14  Every parent and every teacher is a self-fulfilling preacher

15  When the children raise their voice They just make a lot of noise

16  When the children hold their tongue there must be something wrong

17  The rain will catch them they will catch a pretty cold

18  They get better when they get old as its radioactivity is told

19  To be tolerable

 

Regel 1: orgeltonen F#m – F#mΔ - F#m7 – G#m – G#mΔ - G#m7 – Fm – FmΔ - Em - E   [m staat voor mineur]

tekst: f#-a-c#-b-g-a#-g#

Daarna volgt een rif à la Kinks (you really got me E/F#) voor R2 t/m R5

R6 en R7 worden gezongen op de volgende akkoorden: Bm, C, Bm, Am (3x), Bm, G, F, E

R8 is weer als regel 1 (F#m, G#m, E) maar pittiger, waarbij aan het begin ‘told’ overvloeit in ‘tolerant’ en aan het eind ‘have’ overvloeit in ‘haven’t’

Regel 09: Em7, Am7, CΔ, A7,

Regel 10: F#m7/6, A7, Gm7, A#, A#m7

Regel 11: F, Am, Dm, A7

Regel 12 t/m 15 weer als 2 t/m 5 + 16 idem

Regel 17 t/m 19 weer als 6 en 7

 

GOLD-DIGGERS IN PARADISE

 1   Dig the man with his absent glance watch’ the to a shining

 2   Eye-delight rubbed car, she’s a star, but a little bit above his budget

     (And a voice sais)

 3   The best there is at the price, a proper fit to your size, what else to device?

 4   Dig the gall with the provocative spell rock’ her to an exciting

 5   Eye-delight taut ass, she’s high class, but a little bit hard to get down to

     (And a voice sais)

 6   A true delight to your eyes, a proper fit to your size, she’s got her own price

 7   We’re all gold-diggers in paradise facing the treasures that surround us

 8   We just want to know what’s down under which keeps us digging…

     (And a voice sais)

 9   Welcome to my paradise, a proper fit to your size, not selling you lies, I’m the best

10  At the price, dig, dig

 

R1: Am, Bm7, F7, E7,

R2: F#m, G#m7, D7, C#7

R3: E, G, Bm (2x) E, G, F#7

R4 als R1   R5 als R2   R6 als R3

R7:G, A7, D, E7 (3x)

 

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

 1   Down for one more game before the stress turns to frustration

 2   Some call it insane and some can’t wait for a new occasion

 3   Got to find a way to make you see, got to put your eyes on the situation

 4   First shot, getting high is easy, a hard escape from the escalation

 5   Don’t mind to put on steam, a man must live up to his station

 6   Some fly into dreams and some fall down to desperation

 7   Got to find a way to set the free, got to find a key to their isolation

 8   First shot, killing is easy, a hard escape from the escalation

 9   In the name of freedom for mankind people shoot each other in the back

10  It’s all the same to my mind when they put a bullet through their own head

11  In their greed to set their mind free people get locked up instead

12  If you need to set your mind free join the Russian roulette

13  I suppose you know I’ve got my finger on the trigger

14  Time to let you know I love you just the way it shows

15  Come on you desperados, your cynicism is a success

16  Come on you bookmakers and gambles, your fortune’s mad at last

17  Come on you businessmen and little thieves, this is the time to make your coup

18  Meanwhile I play the joker to amuse you fools and stupid you

19  Hey you politicians, you told us tales and sold us to suspicious

20  Governments rejecting democratic elections, who’s dealing?

21  Hey you multinationals, you bear the palm selling coconut-made products

22  To grease the arms to keep the farmers calm, who’s dealing?

23  Come on you soldiers and civilians, it’s time to make a stand

24  Come on you marionettes and monarchs, who’s gonna beat my hand?

25  Down for one more game before frustration turns to terror

26  Some call it insane but after all who really cares?

27  In their need to set their mind free people lock themselves up instead

28  If you want to set your mind free join the Russian roulette

 

R1: Em, C, G, F (2x)   R2: Em, C, G, F (2x)  

R3: Am, F, C, G (2x)   R4: Am, F, C, G, Am, G, C, D 

R5 als R1   R6 als R2   R7 als R3   R8 als R4

R9 t/m R12 D rif

R13 t/m R28 als voorgaande

 

THE LION AND THE LAMB

1   You can do whatever you like to, just as long you do it right

2   Even then there’s a man who will put you into a false light

3   Watch what you do when the man is watching you

4   He’s the lion watching the lamb

5   He’s got power to shout louder than you wished he could

6   Shouldn’t you be afraid for the way he waits for you to turn

7   Your light as dark as the bottom of the night

 

R1: Cm, D, Gm, C, F, Am    R2: Cm, D, Gm, C, F, Am

tekst: c-a#-a  c-a#-a-a#-a-g   a#-a-f-c-a

R3: Em, Bm, Em, Bm   R4: F#, Bm (b-c-c#-c-b)

R5 als R1   R6 Cm, D, Gm, C, F, C, Am

tekst: c-a#-a a-g-g  g-f-c f-a c-e-d#-d d-c  c-a#-a-a#-c d-c-b-a-b-c-a    

Onderliggende basloop: c-d-d#-c-d-f#-a-c-a#-a-g-f-e-a#-a-g-f-g-a-f-a#-a-g-f-e-a-g-f-e-a-b-c

Idem maar eindigend in c#(A majeur) –d-e-f-d-e-g#-b-d-c-b-a-g-f#-c-b-a-g-a-b-g-c-b-a-g-f#-b-a-g-f#-b-c#-d#-e

 

 

NOT SO LONG AGO

 1   Not so long ago

 2   I drove my life along a road that led me nowhere in a circle

 3   It seemed I didn’t care

 4   In fact I felt affection to rove about any direction all I had

 5   To do was being there

 6   I settled down outside the circle looking inside kept me

 7   Searching for a virgin in the centre of the past

 8   I should never had let myself come to this island this

 9   Summer-island with you, to prove your love for me yes

10  To prove your love to me is to push me in the water!

11  Yet the flood came unexpected when the moon disturbed our head it

12  Threw me into outer-space with such tremendous speed that I was

13  Spit out by the universe to find myself right back on earth

14  Knowing it had quite been worth the trip

15  Now I take myself to the movies that I make when I’m in the mood I

16  See you how you really are the picture is like I used to know

17  You take me high you take me low you are the star I got to follow

18  I should never had let myself come to these mountains, these

19  Summer-mountains alone, to prove my love for you yes

20  To prove my love to you is to see you just the way you are and

21  There you are!

 

R1 t/m R20 op een cadans van Em en C met 3-toons rif ee-c-d

R 20 eindigt in D-D-G-GΔ-CΔ   R21: CΔ

 

BUT YOU

 1   Watch the spider without cobweb in the corner of its death

 2   Its life is more trifling than an autumn leave in fall

 3   One glance should be sufficient to ascertain its decision to

 4   Forgo more life than needed to reject it at all;

 5   Incredible cruel inner duel: ride a mule or use your tools to tame a horse

 6   So glorious the seeds so noxious the plants can you eat all the weeds you’ve been reaping?

 7   Incredible cruel thrilling jewel: he who rules has got the tools to set us free

 8   Promising the world and poisoning the mind of the men in the street off his seat he

 9   Finds himself watching the spider that’s weaving its cobweb of death it’s

10  Dying in the verge for something to live for but after all nothing is really worth dying for

11  But you!

 

Het begint met orgeltonen Dm-Dm-F-Am en variaties

Dit geldt voor R1 t/m R4

R5: Dm (cruel)-F-G-A7-Dm   R6:F-A#-C-G-A7-Dm-F-G –A7

R7 als R5 en R8 als R6

Dan weer orgeltonen Dm-Dm-F-Am variaties

R11: Em