20-03-1972 Nasce Alex Kapranos, cantante e chitarrista dei FRANZ FERDINAND.
20-03-2000 THE CEDAR ROOM
di J. Williams, Goodwin, A. Williams
DOVES
Stars leave the morning
Sleep clouds my view
Don’t let them come round here
And call for you
I didn’t notice
It’s a crime too few
I didn’t know it’s
It’s a crime to feel
And I tried to sleep alone
But I couldn’t do it
You could be sitting next to me
And I wouldn’t know it
If I told you you were wrong
I don’t remember saying
I don’t remember saying
I don’t remember saying
I’ll be a shadow
In the cedar room
And leave just a memory
Alone with you
I didn’t see that
It’s a call too soon
I couldn’t see that
It’s a call to you…
19-03-1953 Nasce Billy Sheehan, bassista dei MR. BIG.
18-03-1945 Nasce Eric Woolfson alle tastiere con ALAN PARSONS PROJECT.
17-03-1975 Nasce Justin Hawkins, cantante dei DARKNESS.
17-03-1986 A KIND OF MAGIC
di Taylor
QUEEN
It’s a kind of magic It’s a kind of magic
A kind of magic
One dream, one soul
One prize, one goal
One golden glance of what should be (it’s a kind of magic)
One shaft of light that shows the way
No mortal man can win this day (it’s a kind of magic)
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time (it’s a kind of magic)
The waiting seems eternity
The day will dawn of sanity (ooh)
Is this a kind of magic? (It’s a kind of magic)
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done
This flame that burns inside of me
I’m hearing secret harmonies (it’s a kind of magic)
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
(It’s a kind of magic)
(It’s a kind of magic)
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be, will soon be
Will soon be done
This is (this is), a kind (a kind) of magic (yeah)
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done (done)
, it’s a …
16-03-1959 Nasce Steve Marker, chitarrista dei GARBAGE.
16-03-1989 AFTERLIFE
di Dominici, Myung, Petrucci, Moore, Portnoy
DREAM THEATRE
I touched with one
Who made me run
Away from my own soul
In this world with its
Many illusions
We are moving like mice through a
Maze
And now I find
What’s left behind
Has served to make me whole
Full of doubt, deception, and delusion
Seeking purpose to all earthly days
I search within
Beneath a skin
That bears both pleasure and pain
In a world full of constant confusion
I will not be a par to the craze
In the Afterlife
Will dark be bright?
Will cold be warm?
Will the day have no night?
In the Afterlife?
Will the blind have sight?
In the Afterlife
…