A TRIBUTE TO MARILYN MONROE: Kaleidoscope »White-faced Lady«, Titel "Epitaph: Angel" скачать в хорошем качестве

A TRIBUTE TO MARILYN MONROE: Kaleidoscope »White-faced Lady«, Titel "Epitaph: Angel"

Eine kleine Hommage an Marilyn Monroe in Bildern und Musik von KALEIDOSCOPE aus Ihrem Album WHITE-FACED LADY, Songtitel »Epitaph: Angel". Das Album wurde zwischen 1970 und 1971 aufgenommen, aber erst 1991 veröffentlicht. Schade, denn es ist wirklich ein sehr empfehlenswertes Konzept-Album (manche sagen auch "Rockoper" dazu). »With your laugh like rain that carried your away And all of those words that you just couldn't say And the way that you fell at the end of each day What a shame that your bed was so empty With your style of life a hundred years old And your crimson nightdress we agreed was so bold And the neat of your kiss that ala felt so cold What a shame your innocent was so real…« A small homage to Marilyn Monroe in pictures and music by KALEIDOSCOPE from her album WHITE-FACED LADY, song title "Epitaph: Angel". The album was recorded between 1970 and 1971, but not released until 1991. It's a shame, because it really is a highly recommended concept album (some also call it a "rock opera"). "With your laugh like rain that carried you away And all of those words that you just couldn't say And the way that you fell at the end of each day What a shame that your bed was so empty With your style of life a hundred years old And your crimson nightdress we agreed was so bold And the neat of your kiss that ala felt so cold What a shame your innocent was so real..." Un petit hommage à Marilyn Monroe en images et en musique par KALEIDOSCOPE, extrait de son album WHITE-FACED LADY, titre de la chanson "Epitaph : Angel". L'album a été enregistré entre 1970 et 1971, mais n'est sorti qu'en 1991. C'est dommage, car c'est vraiment un album concept (certains disent aussi "opéra rock") très recommandable. "With your laugh like rain that carried you away And all of those words that you just couldn't say And the way that you fell at the end of each day What a shame that your bed was so empty With your style of life a hundred years old And your crimson nightdress we agreed was so bold And the neat of your kiss that ala felt so cold What a shame your innocent was so real..."