Electricity filled the air like the maker weaving dreams. One, of the gods decending upon the mortals,
finally pushing the believers over the edge. and the non-believers to rest.
Not too many are enlightened enough to see their gods in person. Up close and personal, not too many get a chance to see them be The Master of Puppets they are. for those that do, the experience is one that makes living easy and filled with purpose. even if it's just for a few hours, where you don't have to question the reasons of life and the universe. you don't have to question the existence of a higher power.
you're there. they're there. and they are in control.
the ecstasy of first notes being played brings on a feeling far greater than that first drag of hashish, of the first time you made love. it grabs you, and makes you forget the pain, of standing for 10 hours. of having waited all your life. of having grown up without ever getting to experience them. of hunger and thirst. of everything that makes you human.
the only thing that makes complete sense is to sing. sing till your throat hurts. sing till your voice is heard. sing till you can't sing anymore. sing till the noise reaches your soul.
and when as if on que, even the sky drops down it's nectar on you, you realise that this is no ordinary event. you are being blessed by the celestial beings for being there. for experiencing something so magical, your future generations will feel it.
you don't ever want the night to end. you just want to be stuck there, in a limbo, till you shrivel up and lay down. listening to the sounds that make everything so easy.
and just as the last riff is played and all the formalities are done, you know for sure that
the night indeed will never end.
finally pushing the believers over the edge. and the non-believers to rest.
Not too many are enlightened enough to see their gods in person. Up close and personal, not too many get a chance to see them be The Master of Puppets they are. for those that do, the experience is one that makes living easy and filled with purpose. even if it's just for a few hours, where you don't have to question the reasons of life and the universe. you don't have to question the existence of a higher power.
you're there. they're there. and they are in control.
the ecstasy of first notes being played brings on a feeling far greater than that first drag of hashish, of the first time you made love. it grabs you, and makes you forget the pain, of standing for 10 hours. of having waited all your life. of having grown up without ever getting to experience them. of hunger and thirst. of everything that makes you human.
the only thing that makes complete sense is to sing. sing till your throat hurts. sing till your voice is heard. sing till you can't sing anymore. sing till the noise reaches your soul.
and when as if on que, even the sky drops down it's nectar on you, you realise that this is no ordinary event. you are being blessed by the celestial beings for being there. for experiencing something so magical, your future generations will feel it.
you don't ever want the night to end. you just want to be stuck there, in a limbo, till you shrivel up and lay down. listening to the sounds that make everything so easy.
and just as the last riff is played and all the formalities are done, you know for sure that
the night indeed will never end.
I stood there transfixed in awe as the thought sunk in that i was there, witnessing the Gods of Metal play right in front of me. I wished those 2 hours of sheer ecstasy never ended. The feeling of listening to Ecstasy of Gold play and them appearing on stage was just overwhelming. Tears begin to trickle down my face and I realize that what I'm feeling is just beyond what I've been waiting for since the 1st time I heard them. A memory and an experience that will last till the end.
ReplyDeletethat is completely true. this is exactly what a band should do. inspire people. and make them feel right, in every way.
ReplyDeletewe sir, are amongst the previledged few who got to experience that magic.
cheers.