TeaSea
SOH-CM-2014
The absolute best video of a guitar I've seen in a long time.
Led Zeppelin, Immigrant's song....Jimmy Page showing his stuff.
You really need to watch it the whole way through. It's a musician's video...
[youtube]NpAv5KlXiU0&feature=related[/youtube]
As a History buff I really love the lyrics too....The invasion of Britain by the Angles...
Jimmy and Robert reportedly watched films of men rowing ships to get the tempo...
ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.
In case you're wondering what this has to do with aviation .... for the Angles, this was a journey as long as our going to the moon....There was no going back.
Led Zeppelin, Immigrant's song....Jimmy Page showing his stuff.
You really need to watch it the whole way through. It's a musician's video...
[youtube]NpAv5KlXiU0&feature=related[/youtube]
As a History buff I really love the lyrics too....The invasion of Britain by the Angles...
Jimmy and Robert reportedly watched films of men rowing ships to get the tempo...
ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.
In case you're wondering what this has to do with aviation .... for the Angles, this was a journey as long as our going to the moon....There was no going back.