"El athame de Paracelsus" presenta una apología a un representativo de calidad musical. Goth, medieval, darkwave, renacentista, avant-garde son parte del repertorio con que cuentan sus 27 años de trayectoria. Ataraxia, italianos de origen mas mundiales de trabajo, políglotas y multidisciplinarios, son un grupo al que dignamente se le rinde tributo durante el programa número 25 de "El athame de Paracelsus". Acompáñenos en el primer fragmento, desde el primer demo en cassette: Prophetia; hasta su primera colaboración con Engelsstaub en 1995.
Aún me debes las fotos de ese día que fuimos al DF a ver Ataraxia.
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Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!
Now you've aged another year
Now you know that Death is near
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!
Children dying everywher
Women crying in despair
Doom, destruction, and despair
Grief and sorrow fill the air
Typhoid, plague and polio
Coffins lined up in a row
Now that you're the age you are
Your demise cannot be far
Black Death has just struck your town
You yourself feel quite run-down
Birthdays come but once a year
Marking time as Death draws near
Soon your hair will all turn grey
Then fall out (or so they say)
Burn the castle and storm the keep
Kill the women, but save the sheep
Burn, then rape by firelight
Add romance to life tonight
Indigestion's what you get
From the enemies you eat
May the candles on your cake
Burn like cities in your wake.
May the children in the street
Be your barbequeing meat
May your deeds with sheep and yaks
Equal those with sword and axe
They stole your sword, your gold, your house
Took your sheep but not your spouse
This one lesson you must learn
First you pillage, then you burn
While you eat your birthday stew
We will loot the town for you,
We brought linen, white as cloud
Now we'll sit and sew your shroud
You're a period cook, its true
Ask the beetles in the stew
Your servants steal, your wife's untrue
Your children plot to murder you
Fear and gloom and darkness but
No one found out you-know-what
I'm a leper, can't you see
Have a birthday kiss from me
It's your birthday never fear
You'll be dead this time next year
Now another year has passed
Don't look now they're gaining fast!
Now you've lived another year
Age to you is like stale beer
Now your jail-bait days are done
Let's go out and have some fun
See the wrinkles on your face
Like the pattern of fine lace
Were I sitting in your shoes
I'd go out and sing the blues
So you're 29 again
Don't tell lies to your good friend
Tho you're turning 29
Age to you is like fine wine
You must marry very soon
Baby's due the next full moon
When you've reached this age you know
That the mind is first to go...
=)tan tan!!