Tears for Fears
Tears for Fears, named after a phrase found in Arthur Janov's book Prisoners of Pain, is a British pop/rock outfit formed in 1981 in Bath, England. Founder members Roland Orzabal and Curt Smith had been friends since their early teens and had already been in the shortlived ska band Graduate. Initially associated with the new wave and synthesiser bands of the early 1980s, Tears For Fears' earlier work, as evidenced on their 1983 debut album The Hurting , was explicitly based around the emotional angst of adolescence.
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Tears for Fears
Tears for Fears, named after a phrase found in Arthur Janov's book Prisoners of Pain, is a British pop/rock outfit formed in 1981 in Bath, England. Founder members Roland Orzabal and Curt Smith had been friends since their early teens and had already been in the shortlived ska band Graduate. Initially associated with the new wave and synthesiser bands of the early 1980s, Tears For Fears' earlier work, as evidenced on their 1983 debut album The Hurting , was explicitly based around the emotional angst of adolescence.
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The Jig
Hello. Here's a song I thought up as a film tribute to the Irish people. It evokes life, with its harshness and its joys. Don't miss the Jig at 2'40 ! ----- Hardships. Drenced Street The shadows of the past compete Me and her. Whispers Young years are heartbreakers Fields of light around Are swept away By a windy day The shield of time erase the wounds But my friend, the toil will never end Ancestors. The great lores Of the endless wars In Ireland, the ghosts claim The last dance that remains Fields of light around Are swept away By a windy day The shield of time erase the wounds But my friend, the toil will never end I reach the pub And taste the bub And head for dancing When the fiddles call, the bodhráns start to pound, Around the hearth our spirits bound Feet are tapping and our hearts are leaping, In the trance we start to sing The jig is our solace, our troubles find their peace The harder we dance, the harder we breathe In every step we take, an ancient spell, In every tune, a glory tale Through laughter and through the tears Our spirits here will never fail, will never fear May the music carry us on a gentle breeze In rhythm and joy our souls find ease The music is over Wake up, stand up It's time to go homemore
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