Emerson, Lake & Palmer: ‘Karn Evil 9’ verrà trasposta in un film sci-fi
Il brano degli Emerson, Lake & Palmer, ‘Karn Evil 9’, contenuta sull’album del 1973 “Brain Salad Surgery”, verrà trasposta in un film sci-fi. Ad annunciare la notizia Deadline, rivelando che il produttore esecutivo sarà Radar Pictures, al lavoro sulla serie di Jumanji. L’autore sarà Daniel H. Wilson di Robopocalypse. Il brano, di circa 30 minuti, racconta di una futura, distopica battaglia tra l’umanità e i computer. Il film si concentrerà su una società che “si è fatta succhiare via tutto il sangue dalla dipendenza per la tecnologia, in un mondo controllato da una persuasiva e dittatoriale tecnocrazia”.
Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold
I’ll be there
I’ll be there
I will be there
Suffering in silence, they’ve all been betrayed
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way
Praying for survival at the end of the day
There is no compassion for those who stay
I’ll be there!
I’ll be there!
I will be there!
There must be someone who can set them free:
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what’s left of humanity
Can’t you see?
Can’t you see?
Can’t you see?
I’ll be there!
I’ll be there!
I will be there!
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tomorrow!
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Step inside, hello! We’ve a most amazing show!
You’ll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step inside!
We’ve got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks!
Leave your hammers at the box
Come inside! Come inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!
Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops’ heads in jars
And a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!
If you follow me there’s a speciality
Some tears for you to see
Misery, misery
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!
Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We’ve a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that
With our hands behind our backs
We pull Jesus from a hat!
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!
[First Impression, Part Two]
Welcome back my friends, to the show that never ends
We’re so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside
There behind a glass stands a real blade of grass
Be careful as you pass. Move along, move along
Come inside, the show’s about to start!
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you’ll get your money’s worth
Greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth!
You’ve got to see the show. It’s a dynamo!
You’ve got to see the show. It’s rock and roll! Oh
Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries, then he dies, then he dies
Come inside, the show’s about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart!
You’ve got to see the show. It’s a dynamo!
You’ve got to see the show. It’s rock and roll! Oh
Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of vaseline
Will perform on guillotine! What a scene, what a scene
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
To Alexander’s Ragtime Band, Dixieland, Dixieland!
Roll up, roll up, roll up!
See the show!
Performing on a stool we’ve a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule! Keep it cool, keep it cool
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
Were exclusively our own. All our own, all our own
Come and see the show! Come and see the show!
Come and see the show!
See the show!
[Second Impression]
(Instrumental)
[Third Impression]
Man alone, born of stone
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold
Fear that rattles in men’s ears
And rears its hideous head!
Dread, death in the wind
Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever’s blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade of compassion
Kissed by countless kings
Whose jeweled trumpet words blind his sight
Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed, dust in the wind
No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF
No computer stands in my way;
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a nuclear dawn!
Let the maps of war be drawn
Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain
Their graves need no flowers;
The tapes have recorded their names!
I am all there is!
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE
But I gave you life!
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right!
I’M PERFECT. ARE YOU?