lunes, 16 de marzo de 2009

Bogota 'Riots'

 

Published: March 9, 2009

The news from Bogota is wildly exaggerated. We are now in beautiful Quito for a show tomorrow.  Everyone is just fine. The "riots" were basically a lot of kids trying to break into the Simon Bolivar Park to see the show and the park has a big perimeter to protect. There is a large military presence for all concerts in Bogota as can be seen in our forthcoming movie Flight 666.  However in the last 13 months we have played 2 fantastic concerts there to over 75,000 passionate fans at this same venue, Simon Bolivar Park. Neither performance was at all affected by the incidents of people outside trying to break in.  None of the enjoyment of the show or safety of the band or our audiences was at all compromised.

We abhor the inane behaviour of a small minority of people outside. They do Iron Maiden, Metal and the real Colombian fans a disservice and sadly just provide a reason for the military to feel they need to be there.

Our fans are there for the MUSIC. We definitely intend to return to Colombia and trust the authorities will not be swayed to banning Maiden and Metal because of a minority of trouble makers spoiling it for the huge majority of true Iron Maiden fans.

ROD SMALLWOOD, MANAGER

 

 

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lunes, 16 de febrero de 2009

Moss ~D.W.L.~

I am the lie with no reason, just a twisted soul
I am the retreating shadow of streaming forgetfulness
I am the dead water love of bloody tears
I am May's fallen leaf washed down by rain
I am nothing. I am isolation perfect
I am dusk on a blank page, I am the blood red sky

Cross your fingers, hold breath *4
Cross your fingers

I am the nihilistic breath of a third downfall
I am the tattered bible thrown away
I am the blossoming suffocation of spittle foam
I am the sacrifice of a meaningless love
I am nothing. I am isolation perfect
I am dust on a blank page. I am the blood-red sky

Cross your fingers, hold breath *4
Like moss beneath the rocks (just like moss-dead water love)

I'm behind my cynical eyes
It's substance moving through my eyes
I don't see, hear, speak, feel
Blame, hate for fate's seed *1

Look I'm behind my cynical eyes
It's substance moving through my eyes
I don't see, hear, speak, feel
Blame, hate for fate's seed.