Styx

Styx

Styx es una banda de rock progresivo estadounidense, formada en Chicago, Illinois, en 1961 como ?The Tradewinds». Es la primera banda musical que alcanzó tener cuatro consecutivos álbumes triples platino. La formación inicial del grupo incluyó a los hermanos Chuck y John Panozzo en la guitarra y batería, respectivamente; y a Dennis DeYoung como vocalista, pianista, teclista, y acordeón. Cambiaron su nombre brevemente a ?TW4?, Chuck se cambió al bajo y guitarra y la banda sumó a los guitarristas-vocalistas James «J.Y.» Young y John Curulewski. Con esta integración, decidieron elegir un nuevo nombre a la banda cuando firmaron con Wooden Nickel Records; varias sugerencias fueron hechas y, comenta DeYoung, Styx fue elegido porque era ?el único nombre que ninguno de nosotros odiaba. ? La banda es recordada por su gran éxito con la canción Mr. Roboto, del álbum Kilroy Was Here, trabajo musical con un concepto de rock-ópera, lanzado en febrero de 1983. El título de la canción se origina de un famoso graffiti

Letra de Cold War
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw

I'm tired of your psychology
To bring me to my bended knees
And if I could only talk to you
I'm sure that I could make you see
'Cause time has a way
Of bringing even mountains down, down, down
Storm clouds are coming
I suggest you head for higher ground

I say you're a thing of the past
And you ain't gonna last
No matter what you say or do
It's all caught up to you

You're duty-free, you're tax-exempt
You party with the President
And you dance the dance so naturally
Why not believe you're heaven-sent
But time has a way of bringing
Even mountains down, down, down
There's a storm cloud a-comin'
I insist you head for higher ground

You talk talk and you get so intense
That you almost make sense
And that's what scares me the most
You as the host of Celebrity Lies
It's prime time, baby
Can't you see in my eyes, it's a

Cold war-runnin' in the streets
Everybody you meet knows
It's going down, don't you know
Cold war-blowing in the air
Everyone everywhere says it's time
To get ready for a cold war
Don't you look now
But the skinny boy's becoming a man

You say it's the luck of the draw
And you can't have it all
And I'll die young trying to make it
Into something that ain't gonna last
You ought to reconsider
'Cause I'm coming fast with a

Cold war-running in the streets
Everybody you meet
Know's it's going down, don't you know
Cold war-blood is in the air
Everyone everywhere says it's time
To get ready for a cold war-looking at me
From behind every tree
There's a scared man running from a
Cold war-don't you look now
But the skinny boy's a streetfighting man

[extra verses sung in concert during the Kilroy tour:]
Try as you will, you can't escape the chill
that penetrates your clothing,
demanding that you feel
all the trouble that surrounds you,
the bad mixed with the good,
the heartless bits of data waiting to be understood
Information Central promptly processed your request,
the task we're told honestly requires you acquiesce.

Well, blind faith put you where you are now
You're a selfish old cow gettin' high on society's milk.
We pay your bills, life should be so tough.
You'd better watch your fat ass, 'cause we've had enough!

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