Born in Lancashire but based in Aberdeen, Transa is a British EDM production unit, composed of the brothers Dave and Brendan Webster. Mostly active from the 90s till the 00s, they have produced mostly trance music over their career, but have slipped into the realm of progressive house on occasion. They have also recorded under the aliases Cascade and Catcher. Their song Enervate, released in 1997, has so far been their greatest hit, followed by Supernova in 1999 and Behind The Sun in 1998.
Several of their songs and remixes have appeared on mix albums over the years, most notably Paul Oakenfold's first album in the Tranceport series and X-Cabs's Exposure 1. They have remixed for BT, Art of Trance, Tiësto, Ferry Corsten, Venga Boys, Armin Van Buuren, Blue Amazon and Alice Deejay.
Transa is a 1972 album by Brazilian musician Caetano Veloso. Like its predecessor, it was recorded while the artist was exiled in London, though he returned to Brazil shortly after completing it.
Caetano calls it "one of my favorite records", feeling that it reaches a level of musicianship he was unable to achieve on previous albums. It also proved popular with the Brazilian public, due partly to its inclusion of a new version of the old samba "Mora na Filosofia", originally by Monsueto Menezes. It was listed by Rolling Stone Brazil as one of the 10 best Brazilian albums in history. Its success would set up the failure of the much more unconventional followup, Araçá Azul.
All songs written and composed by Caetano Veloso except where noted.
They come, they go
They never do not go
They come, they see
They conquer then they leave
With man-eating beliefs
Superior of death
With lineage and myth
And a half-heartedness at birth
I have the same old dream
About a tunnel by my bed
From where the stench of shit of minotaurs
Yawns like lewd and evil breath
But instinct and a map
Has set to work inside my head
Instead of shedding tears
I've learned to drink and piss instead
They come, they go
They never do not go
They come, they see
They conquer then they leave
I am in Rome
And i am going to the games
I see the gulf
And it's going to
Bore my name into the
Green green grass
The catwalks of the past
My head is like an oven
As i rest it in my palms
We were just standing on the beach
When a bull rose from the surf
I said "show him the back door my dear
He'll only paw the turf"
Three seasons came and went
Tracksuits found the dispossessed
My wife had other plans
And now a bastard surfs the web
There's nothing she can do
He does not talk, he does not move
He spends all day looking at porn
Or playing fucking Halo 2
They come, they go
They never do not go
They come, they see
They conquer then they leave
I am in Rome
And i am going to the games
I am the last to find my seat
I'm standing at the gate
Intermission comes
Nerves are touched, and smokes are screened
It's on a pack of cigarettes
Along with all our faults and memes and it says