Alan Parsons nació el 20 de diciembre de 1948 en Londres, Inglaterra. Desde pequeño, mostró un interés inusitado por la música y la tecnología. Sus primeros contactos con la música fueron gracias a su familia, donde encontró un ambiente culturalmente enriquecido que le permitió desarrollar su talento innato.
Antes de alcanzar la fama, Parsons tuvo la oportunidad de trabajar en los famosos estudios Abbey Road de EMI cuando aún era un adolescente. En 1967, se unió al equipo de ingeniería de sonido y pronto se destacó por su habilidad y destreza técnica. Fue en este entorno donde su pasión por la música y la ingeniería de sonido se consolidó.
Su primer gran hito profesional llegó cuando fue el ingeniero de sonido para el legendario álbum de The Beatles, Abbey Road, en 1969. Esta oportunidad marcó el inicio de una serie de colaboraciones trascendentales. Poco después, trabajó en el emblemático álbum Dark Side of the Moon de Pink Floyd, publicado en 1973. Estas experiencias no solo consolidaron su nombre en la industria, sino que le dieron la confianza y el prestigio necesarios para emprender su propio camino.
En 1975, junto al compositor y músico Eric Woolfson, creó The Alan Parsons Project. Este proyecto se caracterizó por su enfoque innovador, mezcla de rock progresivo y elementos orquestales, lo que le dio un sonido distintivo y sofisticado.
[Verse 1]
"Nothing that's forced can ever be right. If it doesn't come naturally, leave it
That's what she said as she turned out the light and we bent our backs as slaves of the night
Then she lowered her guard and showed me the scars she got from trying to fight
Saying oh, you'd better believe it
[Verse 2]
Well I'm up to my neck in the crumbling wreckage of all that I wanted from life
When I looked for respect all I got was neglect, though I swallowed the line as a sign of the times
But dealing a jack from the back of the pack, they said
"You lose again" Oh, I said, who needs it?
[Verse 3]
Well don't get me wrong now I tried to get on with the jokers that got in my way
And I put on a smile and I tried all the while to be straight
But they just wanted more all the time and I'm sure that you know what I mean when I say
That I'm sick of the touch and there's only so much you can take
[Verse 4]
Well nothing that's real is ever for free
And you just have to pay for it sometime
She said it before, she said it to me
I suppose she believed there was nothing to see
But the same old four imaginary walls she built for living inside
I said oh, you just can't mean it
Well there was never a doubt that she had to get out
She was just looking around for a way
In the pit of the night there was nowhere to hide any more
She was out on a limb, she was reaching for things
That she wanted, but just couldn't say
And she had to be sure that she wouldn't get caught like before
Well nothing that's forced can ever be right
If it doesn't come naturally, leave it
That's what she said as she turned out the light
And she may have been wrong, and she may have been right
But I woke with the frost, and noticed she'd lost
The veil that covered her eyes
I said oh, you can leave it