MOODY BLUES - NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN

NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN

MOODY BLUES

SONGWRITER: JUSTIN HAYWARD

COUNTRY: U.K.

ALBUM: DAYS OF FUTURE PASSED

LABEL: DECCA RECORDS

GENRE: ROCK’N’ROLL

YEAR: 1967

Days of Future Passed é o segundo álbum da banda britânica Moody Blues, lançado em dezembro de 1967. A característica principal deste disco é ser o primeiro "álbum conceitual" no universo do rock. Com a London Festival Orchestra, a banda soube fundir a música clássica com o rock'n'roll, tecendo um painel vivo e dinâmico.

Os Moody Blues resolveram utilizar um tema (conceito) que passou a ser o de "Uma jornada comum da existência humana, do nascer do dia ao pôr do sol". Em cima do tema, os músicos da banda criaram as músicas. Além deles, Peter Knight criou arranjos para outras passagens musicais que foram integradas às músicas da banda e serviam como ponte entre elas. O resultado é uma jornada musical vívida e dinâmica, com melodias belas e criativas.

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end

Letters I've written, never meaning to send

Beauty I'd always missed

with these eyes before

Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore

'Cause I love you, yes I love you, oh, how I love you

Gazing at people, some hand in hand

Just what I'm going through they can't understand

Some try to tell me

thoughts they cannot defend

Just what you want to be you will be in the end

And I love you, yes I love you

Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end

Letters I've written, never meaning to send

Beauty I've always missed

with these eyes before

Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore

'Cause I love you, yes I love you

Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you

'Cause I love you, yes I love you

Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you

{Epilogue, spoken}

Breathe deep the gathering gloom

Watch lights fade from every room

Bedsetter people look back and lament

Another day's useless energy's spent

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one

Lonely man cries for love and has none

New mother picks up and suckles her son

Senior citizens wish they were young

Cold-hearted orb that rules the night

Removes the colors from our sight

Red is grey and yellow white

And we decide which is right

And which is an illusion