Tales from the Silent Realm

Läs här om Metallicas Creeping Death.

Mycket ligger i religösa teorier som bakgrund. Läs var bandet hämtat inspiration ifrån.

Mandatory Suicide av Slayer

"Murder at your every foot step
A childs toy sudden death
Sniper blazes you through your knees
Falling down can you feel the heat
Burn!

Ambushed by the spray of lead
Count the bullet holes in your head
Offspring sent out to cry
Living mandatory suicide
Suicide

Holes burn deep in your chest
Raked by machine gun fire
Screaming soul sent out to die
Living mandatory suicide
Suicide

Lying, dying, screaming in pain
Begging, pleading, bullets drip like rain
Minds explode, pain sheers to your brain
Radical amputation, this is insane

Fly swatter stakes, drive through your chest
Spikes impale you as youre forced off the crest
Soldier of misfortune
Hunting with bated breath

A vile smell, like tasting death
Dead bodies, dying and wounded
Litter the city streets
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit
Dying terror
Bloods cheap, its everywhere
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line"

/Slayer. (South of Heaven-albumet) Hämtat från www.lyricsfreak.com
Påminner även den om Metallicas låtar som handlar om krig.

Disposable Heroes av Metallica

"Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end,
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend,
Running blind through killing fields, Bred to kill them all,
Victim of what said should be,
A servant 'til I fall

Soldier boy, made of clay,
Now an empty shell,
Twenty one, only son,
But he served us well,
Bred to kill, not to care,
Do just as we say,
Finished here, greeting death,
He's yours to take away

Back to the front,
You will do what I say, when I say,
Back to the front,
You will die when I say, you must die,
Back to the front,
You coward,
You servant,
You blind man

Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now,
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow,
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends,
Bodies fill the fields I see,
The slaughter never ends

Soldier boy, made of clay,
Now an empty shell,
Twenty one, only son,
But he served us well,
Bred to kill, not to care,
Do just as we say,
Finished here, greeting death,
He's yours to take away

Back to the front,
You willdo what I say, when I say,
Back to the front,
You will die when I say, you must die,
Back to the front,
You coward,
You servant,
You blindman

Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear,
Lie, live off lying,
Hell, hell is here

I was born for dying

Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say,
Had no chance to see myself, moulded day by day,
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done,
Left to die with only friend,
Alone I clench my gun

Soldier boy, made of clay,
Now an empty shell,
Twenty one, only son,
But he served us well,
Bred to kill, not to care,
Do just as we say,
Finished here, greeting death,
He's yours to take away


Back to the front "

/Metallica


Texten har jag hämtat från seeklyrics.com

Vaför jag gillar vissa av Metallicas texter? Mycket pga att de stundtals handlar om "viktiga grejer". Disposable Heroes liknar For whom the bell tolls, iom att det handlar om krig. Vilket jag anser vara en viktig grej att argumentera om.

"Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twentyone, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
do just as we say
Finished here, greetings dedath
He's yours to take away

Back to the front,
You will do what I say, when I say,
Back to the front,
You will die when I say, you must die,
Back to the front,
You coward,
You servant,
You blind man
Back to the front"

De där textraderna säger väl åtminstone lite om varför jag gillar Metallicas låtar till viss del. Starka ord, känsligt ämne. Läs vad Wikipedia skriver om låten här.

Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On the fight, for they are right, yes, by whos to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? they do not know
Suffered wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now they will see what will be, blinded eyes to see

For whom the bell tolls
Time marsches on
For whom the bell tolls

/Metallica, inspirierad av Ernest Hemingways bok "For whom the bell tolls"

Lånat av www.lyricfreaks.com

Dear mother
Dear father
What is this hell you have put me through
Believer
Deceiver
Day in day out live my life through you
Pushed onto me whats wrong or right
Hidden from this thing that they call life

Dear mother
Dear father
Every thought Id think youd disapprove
Curator
Dictator
Always cencoring my every move
Children are seen bur are not heard
Tear out everything inspired

Innocence
Torn from me without your shelter
Barred reality
Im living blindly

Dear mother
Dear father
Time has frozen still whats left to be
Hear nothing
Say nothing
Cannot face the fact I think for me
No guarantee,its life as is
But damn you for not giving me my chance

Dear mother
Dear father
Youve clipped my wings before I learnt to fly
Unspoiled
Unspoken
Ive outgrown that fucking lullaby
Same thing Ive always heard from you
Do as I say not as I do

Innocence
Torn from me without your shelter
Barred reality
Im living blindly
Im in hell without you
Cannot cope without you two
Shocked at the world that I see
Innocent victim please rescue me

Dear mother
Dear father
Hidden in your world youve made for me
Im seething
Im bleeding
Ripping wounds in me that never heal
Undying spite I feel for you
Living out this hell you always knew

/Metallica

p.s En fördom mot de blinda finns i texten

p.s2 En viss liknelse med min egen uppväxt finns i texten

Where do I take this pain of mine
I run but it stays right by my side

So tear me open, pour me out
These things inside they scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me until it sleeps

Just like a curse, just like a stray
You feed it once and now it stays
Now it stays

So tear me open, but beware
Theres things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me until Im clean

It grips you so hold me
It stains you so hold me
It hates you so hold me
It holds you so hold me
Until it sleeps...

So tell me why youve choosen me
Dont want your grip
Dont want your greed
Dont want it

Ill tear me open, make you gone
No more can you hurt anyone
And the fear still shakes me
So hold me until it sleeps

I dont want it.....no

It grips you so hold me
It stains you so hold me
It hates you so hold me
It holds you, holds you, holds you
Until it sleeps...

So tear me open, but beware
The pains inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me til Im clean

Ill tear me open, make you gone
No longer will you hurt anyone
And the hate still shakes me
So hold me until it sleeps
Until it sleeps
Until it sleeps
Until it sleeps


/Metallica

Helt sanslöst, i stort sett ALLA låtar finns kvar i huvudet!
Nu har jag fortfarande kvar den där akustiska biten från Future Breed Machine. Soulburn "sitter fastnitad" även den, likaså Acrid Placidity. (underbar låt, även för er som inte uppskattar taktlösheten i Meshuggahs musik) En hel del av Ozzys låtar från skivan Ozzmosis finns kvar även de. Somliga från Megadeths skiva Youthanasia. Ett par från Symphony of Destruction.

HUR fungerar musikminnet egentligen?! Jag har ju inte hört ett knyst på ca sex år!
Det mesta ligger nog kvar, på samma sätt som de flesta musikstycken finns kvar i fingrarna.
"Inprogrammerade" med andra ord. Impressive, indeed....

Just nu är jag osäker på om jag redan har berättat detta, men jag var på en konsert med mitt favoritband Meshuggah en gång nere i Gävle (uppe i Gävle räknat från Finspång) Hursomhelst, alla låtar som var "nyare" vid det tillfället då kände jag inte igen i "bröstet", medan alla gamla "klassiker" kändes gott och väl. Takterna (som faktiskt finns) kändes direkt. Det lustiga var att bandet är inte kännt för att spela med "behaglig volym", med tanke på det hade de flesta i lokalen öronproppar på sig, vilket inte jag behövde alls. Jag minns ett par som stod bredvid mig en liten stund, de reagerade direkt när de såg att jag inte hade några öronproppar. Jag bara stod där och "nickade takten" hela konserten. :o)
Ganska coolt faktiskt. Vara på konsert, utan att höra ett smack.

Exempel på riktiga klassiker ur deras repertoar.
*Future Breed Machine
*Soulburn
och en hel del andra "klämkäcka" musikstycken. Syrran vet ungefär hur de låter, inte sant?

Har vi fler Meshuggah-fans bland alla mina läsare?
Hade mail-kontakt med Fredrik Thordendal dessutom.
Trevlig kille.
Drop a line, jag kan det mesta de har gjort.
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I övrigt är None ganska bra.
Första OFFICIELLA plattan, är också ganska bra.
Chaosphere är därmemot ganska usel ljudmässigt.
Finns några bra låtar dock, men ljudet förstör intrycket enligt mig.

Det finns hundratals BRA death´-metallåtar och band. Men musikaliskt klår ingen Hotel California av The Eagles!

"You can alway check in but you can never leave!"

för övrigt finns de flesta sångraderna kvar i mitt huvud. Nästan hela solot dessutom, vilket är ett MÄSTERVERK!