پادکست

موسیقی فقط آنچه می‌شنویم نیست؛
این مجموعه پادکست، سفری است به پشت صحنه‌ی خلق آهنگ‌هایی که جهان را تحت تأثیر قرار داده‌اند.
هر قسمت داستان شکل‌گیری یکی از آثار جاودان را روایت می‌کند.
اینجا فقط درباره‌ی موسیقی حرف نمی‌زنیم؛ درباره‌ی لحظه‌هایی می‌گوییم که هر آهنگ را جاودانه کرد:
صدای هر نت، داستانی برای شنیدن دارد — آماده باش تا بشنوی و حس کنی.

Viva La Vida
Cold Play

Bohemian Rhapsody Queen

Goodbye yellow
brick road

Fields of Gold
Sting

Fast Car Tracey
Chapman

Back to black
Amy Winehouse

اپیزود اول: Viva La Vida - cold play

انقلاب فرانسه و روایت لحظات آخر لویی شانزدهم.

در این قسمت از “موسیقی پشت واژه ها”، از الهام تاریخی، ارجاعات مذهبی و فلسفه پشت این آهنگ می گوییم.

اپیزود دوم: bohemian Rhapsody – Queen

یه قطعه خاص که اپرا، راک و پاپ رو به شکلی منحصربه‌فرد به هم گره زده.
ترکیبی از احساس، نمایش و نبوغ.

اپیزود سوم: 🌆 Goodbye Yellow Brick Road – Elton John

آهنگی درباره رها کردن زرق و برق و برگشتن به خودِ واقعی.
ملودی‌ای صادق و صمیمی از مردی که از شهرت خسته شده.

اپیزود چهارم: 🕶️ Shape of My Heart – Sting

آهنگی شاعرانه و آرام از مردی که در بازی زندگی به دنبال معناست، نه برد.
ملودی‌ای ساده اما پر از راز.

اپیزود پنجم: 🚗 Fast Car – Tracy Chapman

ترانه‌ای درباره رؤیای فرار و شروع دوباره.
هر نتش بوی جاده و امید می‌ده.

اپیزود ششم: 🖤 Back to Black – Amy Winehouse

صدای زنی که از دلِ شکست، موسیقی ساخت.
احساسی، صادق و بی‌نقاب

موسیقی هایی که در این بخش می شنوید، برگرفته از پادکست های همین مجموعه اند؛ بازتابی از همان فضا، این بار در قالب صدا و احساس.

Viva La Vida
Cold Play

Bohemian Rhapsody Queen

Goodbye yellow
brick road

Fields of Gold
Sting

Fast Car Tracey
Chapman

Back to black
Amy Winehouse

موسیقی ومتن آهنگ اپیزود اول
Viva La Vida - cold play

پادکست دریچه ای ست به عمق هر آهنگ؛

جایی که لایه های پنهان موسیقی روشن می شوند.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning, I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead, long live the king
One minute, I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin’
Roman Cavalry choirs are singin’
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason, I can’t explain
Once you’d gone, there was never, never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Aw, who would ever wanna be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin’
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason, I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin’
Roman Cavalry choirs are singin’
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

 

موسیقی ومتن آهنگ اپیزود اول
Bohemian Rhapsody Queen

پادکست دریچه ای ست به عمق هر آهنگ؛

جایی که لایه های پنهان موسیقی روشن می شوند.

Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see

I’m just a poor boy

I need no sympathy

Because I’m easy come, easy go

Little high, little low

Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man

Put a gun against his head

Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead

Mama, life had just begun

But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away

Mama, ooh

Didn’t mean to make you cry

If I’m not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on

As if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come

Sends shivers down my spine

Body’s aching all the time

Goodbye everybody, I’ve got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows)

I don’t wanna die

I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?

Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me

Gallileo, Gallileo

Gallileo, Gallileo

Gallileo Figaro, magnifico

I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me

He’s just a poor boy from a poor family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come easy go, will you let me go?

Bismillah! No, we will not let you go (let him go)

Bismillah! We will not let you go (let him go)

Bismillah! We will not let you go (let me go)

Will not let you go (let me go)

Never, never, never, never let me go

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh, mama mia, mama mia

Mama mia, let me go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me

For me

For me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

Oh, baby

Can’t do this to me, baby

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows

موسیقی ومتن آهنگ اپیزود اول
Goodbye yellow brick road

پادکست دریچه ای ست به عمق هر آهنگ؛

جایی که لایه های پنهان موسیقی روشن می شوند.

When are you gonna come down?

When are you going to land?

I should have stayed on the farm

I should have listened to my old man

You know you can’t hold me forever

I didn’t sign up with you

I’m not a present for your friends to open

This boy’s too young to be singing

The blues, ah, ah

So goodbye yellow brick road

Where the dogs of society howl

You can’t plant me in your penthouse

I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owls

Hunting the horny back toad

Oh, I’ve finally decided my future lies

Beyond the yellow brick road

Ah, ah

What do you think you’ll do then?

I bet they’ll shoot down the plane

It’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonics

To set you on your feet again

Maybe you’ll get a replacement

There’s plenty like me to be found

Mongrels who ain’t got a penny

Sniffing for tidbits like you

On the ground, ah, ah

So goodbye yellow brick road

Where the dogs of society howl

You can’t plant me in your penthouse

I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owls

Hunting the horny back toad

Oh, I’ve finally decided my future lies

Beyond the yellow brick road

Ah, ah

 

موسیقی ومتن آهنگ اپیزود اول
Fields of Gold Sting

پادکست دریچه ای ست به عمق هر آهنگ؛

جایی که لایه های پنهان موسیقی روشن می شوند.

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves

Upon the fields of barley

You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky

As we walk in fields of gold

So she took her love

For to gaze a while

Upon the fields of barley

In his arms she fell as her hair came down

Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me?

Will you be my love?

Upon the fields of barley

We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky

As we lie in fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so

Upon the fields of barley

Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth

Among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly

And there have been some that I’ve broken

But I swear in the days still left

We’ll walk in fields of gold

We’ll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days

Among the fields of barley

See the children run as the sun goes down

Among the fields of gold

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves

Upon the fields of barley

You can tell the sun in his jealous sky

When we walked in fields of gold

When we walked in fields of gold

When we walked in fields of gold

 

موسیقی ومتن آهنگ اپیزود اول
Fast Car Tracey Chapman

پادکست دریچه ای ست به عمق هر آهنگ؛

جایی که لایه های پنهان موسیقی روشن می شوند.

You got a fast car

I want a ticket to anywhere

Maybe we make a deal

Maybe together we can get somewhere

Any place is better

Starting from zero got nothing to lose

Maybe we’ll make something

Me, myself, I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car

I got a plan to get us outta here

I been working at the convenience store

Managed to save just a little bit of money

Won’t have to drive too far

Just ‘cross the border and into the city

You and I can both get jobs

And finally see what it means to be living

See, my old man’s got a problem

He live with the bottle, that’s the way it is

He says his body’s too old for working

His body’s too young to look like his

My mama went off and left him

She wanted more from life than he could give

I said somebody’s got to take care of him

So I quit school and that’s what I did

You got a fast car

Is it fast enough so we can fly away?

We gotta make a decision

Leave tonight or live and die this way

So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car

Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk

City lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder

And I-I had a feeling that I belonged

I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car

We go cruising, entertain ourselves

You still ain’t got a job

And I work in the market as a checkout girl

I know things will get better

You’ll find work and I’ll get promoted

We’ll move out of the shelter

Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs

So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car

Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk

City lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder

And I-I had a feeling that I belonged

I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car

I got a job that pays all our bills

You stay out drinking late at the bar

See more of your friends than you do of your kids

I’d always hoped for better

Thought maybe together you and me’d find it

I got no plans, I ain’t going nowhere

Take your fast car and keep on driving

So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car

Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk

City lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder

And I-I had a feeling that I belonged

I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car

Is it fast enough so you can fly away?

You gotta make a decision

Leave tonight or live and die this way

 

موسیقی ومتن آهنگ اپیزود اول
Back to black Amy Winehouse

پادکست دریچه ای ست به عمق هر آهنگ؛

جایی که لایه های پنهان موسیقی روشن می شوند.

He left no time to regret

Kept his dick wet

With his same old safe bet

Me and my head high

And my tears dry

Get on without my guy

You went back to what you knew

So far removed from all that we went through

And I tread a troubled track

My odds are stacked

I’ll go back to black

We only said good-bye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to….

I go back to us

I love you much

It’s not enough

You love blow and I love puff

And life is like a pipe

And I’m a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to

We only said good-bye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black

I go back to

I go back to

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to black