<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 00:27:27 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Metallica</title><description>Todo sobre METALLICA (bigrafias, letras, galeria)
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Hijo del tenista profesional Torben Ulrich, Lars había desarrollado una enorme afición por el Heavy Metal durante los '70 cuando el NWOBHM (New Wave Of British Heavy Metal) reinaba en la escena underground de Europa, y con su traslado a Estados Unidos, en principio previsto por su padre con el objetivo de la preparación de una carrera dentro del tenis profesional, dicha afición se convertiría prácticamente en una obsesión, sobre todo centrada en los grupos más underground de la nueva corriente inglesa. Su prioridad al llegar a Los Ángeles, lejos de centrarse en el tenis, sería la de montar un grupo en el que él ejercería las funciones de batería. Dicha ambición le llevaría en 1981 a publicar un anuncio en la revista Recycler pidiendo un guitarrista para formar un grupo con influencias de NWOBHM, centrándose concretamente en sus bandas preferidas: Diamond Head, Motörhead y Iron Maiden. Otro joven respondió a su anuncio, era James Hetfield. Los primero ensayos conjuntos tuvieron lugar, y aunque al principio a James no le convencía la forma de tocar de Lars, acabaron formando un grupo. La clave de esta unión fue el tema que Lars tenía reservado por parte de su amigo Brian Slagel, fundador de la por entonces recién creada Metal Blade Records, en el primer recopilatorio que editaría el sello, denominado Metal Massacre. El nombre del grupo fue robado por Lars [2] a su amigo Ron Quintana, quien barajaba "Metalmania" y Metallica como posibles nombres para un nuevo fanzine musical, aunque se inclinaba más por el segundo. A Lars le gustó tanto que rápidamente le recomendó enérgicamente el primero.&lt;br /&gt;Lars se trasladó al local que James tenía junto a Ron McGovney y, tras incesantes intentos de conseguir un guitarra solista influenciado por Motörhead y Iron Maiden, encontraron a Lloyd Grant quien era un joven guitarrista afroamericano y quien junto con Ron McGovney al bajo, tocaron el primer demo de Metallica titulado "Hit the Lights" (1981), pero al poco tiempo, llegaría Dave Mustaine para sustituir a Lloyd en la guitarra líder y así tener la primera alineación de Metallica, ya que en Dave Mustaine encontraron a la persona ideal para cerrar la formación. El primer paso fue la grabación del tema para la primera entrega de Metal Massacre. El elegido sería Hit the Lights, proveniente de la anterior banda de Hetfield, Leather Charm, en una versión bastante alejada de la que un año más tarde aparecería en el primer álbum oficial del grupo. El debut de Metallica en directo tendría lugar el 14 de marzo de 1982 en el club Radio City de Anaheim, en una actuación en la que la falta de tablas sobre el escenario ocasionó serios problemas a la banda. Dos semanas más tarde tendrían la oportunidad de enmendar su error abriendo dos noches seguidas para los ingleses Saxon en el Whiskey-A-Go-Go de Los Ángeles. Como curiosidad, cabe decir que dentro del libreto de Garage Inc pueden encontrarse reproducidas las notas que el propio Ulrich tomó en aquel momento sobre la marcha de estos dos conciertos, incluyendo los setlists de ambas noches y las impresiones del batería sobre la marcha de las mismas.&lt;br /&gt;Con la edición de Metal Massacre en el mes de junio, el grupo, tras renegar de la versión de Hit the Lights aparecida en el mismo, por encontrarse completamente desfasada de lo que constituía su nuevo sonido, decide grabar su primera maqueta, titulada No Life 'til Leather probablemente en una alusión al disco de Motörhead No Sleep 'til Hammersmith. Siete temas formarían parte de esta maqueta, entre las que se encontraba una versión mucho más potente y acelerada de Hit the Lights, consiguiendo en general grandes críticas por parte de la prensa especializada. Con una agenda de conciertos cada vez más poblada, Hetfield y Ulrich comienzan a plantearse la sustitución de Ron debido a su falta de interés en el grupo, a la vez que empiezan a aparecer los problemas con Dave Mustaine derivados de un carácter extremadamente violento unido al consumo extremo de alcohol y drogas de toda clase. Conocedor de la necesidad de Metallica de reclutar un nuevo bajista, Brian Slagel recomienda a Lars y James que vean en directo a la banda Trauma, que acababa de editar uno de sus temas en la segunda entrega de Metal Massacre. Hetfield y Ulrich quedarían totalmente impresionados con la destreza y presencia en el escenario de su bajista, Cliff Burton, ofreciéndole inmediatamente el entrar a formar parte de Metallica, lo cual sería inicialmente rechazado por Burton.&lt;br /&gt;Aún con McGovney en sus filas, la banda grabaría el 29 de noviembre del mismo año una demo en directo en el The Waldorf de San Francisco, que recibiría el nombre de Live Metal Up Your Ass y en la que estrenarían el tema Whiplash, inédito hasta entonces. El concierto tendría como teloneros a Exodus, cuyo guitarra solista, un joven Kirk Hammett, causaría una gran impresión en el tándem Hetfield-Ulrich, que ante los crecientes problemas con Mustaine, comienza a considerarlo como un reemplazo perfecto. Poco tiempo después tendría lugar la expulsión efectiva de Ron McGovney ante la aceptación de Burton de la propuesta de unirse a Metallica. La única condic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ión no negociable que pone el bajista es que la banda se traslade a San Francisco, donde los nuevos sonidos thrasheros comenzaban a tener una legión de seguidores que recibieron el nombre de Bay Area Bangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-4697929781433606965?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/metallica.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RqO3qetnMzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/EYK587Ie9gQ/s72-c/metallica002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-5201850332134076452</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2007 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-22T13:01:01.414-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lars Ulrich</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RqO3XOtnMyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MVtAAhYqPdk/s1600-h/200px-Lars_Ulrich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090113613573075746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RqO3XOtnMyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MVtAAhYqPdk/s400/200px-Lars_Ulrich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lars Ulrich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lars Ulrich, nacido el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="26 de diciembre" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/26_de_diciembre"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;26 de diciembre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1963" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1963"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1963&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; en Gentofte (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dinamarca" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinamarca"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dinamarca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;), es el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Baterista" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baterista"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baterista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; del grupo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Metallica" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metallica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hijo del tenista profesional Torben Ulrich, ya en sus primeros años viajó por todo el mundo por la dedicación familiar al tenis. El gusto por la música lo adquirió de su padre: la pasión de Torben Ulrich, además de las pistas de tenis, era la música de vanguardia, la cual transmitió a su hijo, desde el saxofonista de jazz Ornette Coleman hasta Jimi Hendrix.&lt;br /&gt;A los diez años, Lars asistió a su primer concierto de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Rock" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Copenhague" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Copenhague"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Copenhague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, con nada menos que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Deep Purple" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deep_Purple"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deep Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. En los años siguientes se convirtió en admirador de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Kiss" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiss"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="UFO (música)" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/UFO_(música%2529"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UFO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Thin Lizzy" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thin_Lizzy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thin Lizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Pero su padre deseaba que siguiera su camino: el tenis, por lo cual su educación estaba centrada en aquel deporte, llegando a ser uno de los buenos tenistas de Dinamarca en su categoría juvenil, ubicado en forma flotante entro el puesto 10 y 15 del ranking, lo cual era promisorio para una carrera de este tipo. Pero la música era una pasión demasiado fuerte. En sus juegos se imaginaba como baterista aporreando con unos palos unas cajas de cartón a modo de batería imitando a su ídolo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="John Bonham" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Bonham"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John Bonham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Led Zeppelin" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Led_Zeppelin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;En 1976, después de rogar "50 mil veces de rodillas a su abuela", recibió de ésta una batería de regalo. Sería su primera batería. Lars quería de inmediato tocar con un grupo, pero su padre le aconsejó paciencia: "Trata primero de tomar lecciones del instrumento", a lo que Lars replicó: "Yo puedo aprender en 10 días. Siempre he vivido para esto".&lt;br /&gt;Lars Ulrich se metió de lleno a escuchar a los grupos de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="New Wave Of British Heavy Metal" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Wave_Of_British_Heavy_Metal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New Wave Of British Heavy Metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (NWOBHM), como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Iron Maiden" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_Maiden"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Saxon" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saxon"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saxon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Trespass" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Trespass&amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trespass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Diamond Head" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diamond_Head"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diamond Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; y otros, que eran sus favotitos.&lt;br /&gt;En 1979, su padre lo inscribió en una famosa academia de tenis en Florida (EE.UU.), la cual él consideraba su "prisión de tenis". Al año siguiente, toda su familia se trasladó desde Dinamarca a New Port Beach en Los Ángeles.&lt;br /&gt;En Los Ángeles su pasión por el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Heavy Metal" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_Metal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heavy Metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; se hizo manifiesta.&lt;br /&gt;La contradicción vital entre ser tenista profesional o dedicarse a la música era una incógnita constante. Cuando viajó a Europa se reencontró con la música de sus favoritos Diamond Head e incluso permaneció un tiempo con la banda, y en Dinamarca conoció a grupos locales de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Heavy Metal" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_Metal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heavy Metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Cuando retornó a Los Ángeles había decidido su destino: sería la música.&lt;br /&gt;En esos días conoció al guitarrista Kurdt Vanderhoof del grupo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Anvil Chorus" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Anvil_Chorus&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anvil Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; de San Francisco, el que lo instó a sumarse a la banda, pero Lars deseaba permanecer en Los Ángeles.&lt;br /&gt;Ulrich creo el sello The Music Compañy en 1998, distribuido por Elektra, en el cual han firmado los canadiences DDT, los texanos Goudie, Systematic de Oakland, California, y Brand New Inmortals, entre otros.&lt;br /&gt;De las presentaciones sin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Metallica" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metallica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; que ha hecho se recuerda una con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Kirk Hammett" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kirk_Hammett"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kirk Hammett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Kid Rock" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kid_Rock"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kid Rock en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; el Tonight's Show de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Jay Leno" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Jay_Leno&amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jay Leno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; y el evento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Grand Slam Jam" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Grand_Slam_Jam&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grand Slam Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, torneo de tennis y concierto en el que Ulrich jugo dobles con John McEnroe en contra de la dupla formada por Jim Courier y el bajista de REMM, Mike Mills, y contra Andre Agassi y el jardinero derecho de los Yankees, Paul O' Neill. Después de los enfrentamientos, Ulrich en la batería, McEnroe en la guitarra y voz, Mills en los teclados y Courier en la otra guitarra se divirtieron tocando "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sweet Home Alabama" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_Home_Alabama"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet Home Alabama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lynyrd Skynyrd" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lynyrd_Skynyrd"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lynyrd Skynyrd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Jhonny B. Goode" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Jhonny_B._Goode&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jhonny B. Goode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Chuck Berry" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chuck_Berry"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chuck Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; y "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Purple Haze" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purple_Haze"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Purple Haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Jimi Hendrix" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimi_Hendrix"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, entre otras, por más de hora y media.&lt;br /&gt;El periódico danés Nordjyske, reportó que Lars Ulrich fue captado en el aeropuerto de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Aalborg" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aalborg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aalborg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, ubicado al norte de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dinamarca" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinamarca"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dinamarca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; junto a su nueva novia, la actriz de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gladiator" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gladiator"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gladiator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Connie Nielsen" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Connie_Nielsen"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Connie Nielsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. El diario informó que la pareja presumiblemente viajó a la tierra natal de ambos para visitar a los padres de Nielsen. Cabe recordar que recientemente se confirmó la noticia que Ulrich está en proceso de divorcio con su ex esposa Skylar, con la cual separaron caminos en marzo, dejando 2 hijos frutos de ese matrimonio: Myles y Layne Ulrich. La relación de Lars con Connie se dio a conocer públicamente a mediados de julio, cuando la pareja fue sorprendida en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="New York" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-5201850332134076452?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/lars-ulrich.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RqO3XOtnMyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MVtAAhYqPdk/s72-c/200px-Lars_Ulrich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-6301893843446725661</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2007 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-22T12:59:53.701-07:00</atom:updated><title>James Hetfield</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RqO3HetnMxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JcPRDAXqLT8/s1600-h/200px-James_Hetfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090113342990136082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RqO3HetnMxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JcPRDAXqLT8/s400/200px-James_Hetfield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; James Hetfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Infancia&lt;br /&gt;Nació el 3 de agosto de 1963 en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Downey" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Downey"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Downey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, California (condado de Los Ángeles). Su niñez fue difícil en muchos sentidos. Sus padres, Virgil Hetfield (conductor de camiones) y Cynthia (cantante de ópera) eran miembros de un grupo religioso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cristianismo" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cristianismo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cristiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (Christian Science). Por tal razón, la mayor parte de la niñez de Hetfield giró alrededor de la práctica religiosa. Sus padres se divorciaron cuando James tenía solamente 13 años.&lt;br /&gt;Conforme a la doctrina de la iglesia a la que pertenecía su familia, el uso de medicinas para la curación de enfermedades estaba proscrito. La madre de James murió de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cáncer" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cáncer"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cáncer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; cuando éste tenía 16 años, hecho que marcó un serio conflicto entre James y los dogmas religiosos practicados por su familia y que, posteriormente, influiría enormemente en la letra de sus futuras composiciones.&lt;br /&gt;Comienzo de su formación musical&lt;br /&gt;Primeras bandas&lt;br /&gt;A sus nueve años, James comenzó a tomar clases de piano. Más tarde, tocaría la batería de su hermano, David, para finalmente dedicarse a la guitarra en sus años de pubertad. En dichos años, James formó su primera banda llamada "Obsession", inspirada en grupos como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="The Beatles" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Black Sabbath" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Sabbath"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black Sabbath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Venom (grupo musical)" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venom_(grupo_musical%2529"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Venom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Thin Lizzy" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thin_Lizzy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thin Lizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, entre otros. "Obsession" estaba compuesta por los hermanos Veloz, en el bajo y la batería, Jim Arnold en la guitarra principal y Hetfield en la voz. Sus amigos Ron McGovney y Dave Mass cumplían el rol de "roadies", para después ingresar a la banda como miembros integrantes al retiro de los hermanos Veloz.&lt;br /&gt;Después de trasladarse a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Brea" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brea"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, California, James conoció al baterista Jim Mulligan en el Brea Olinda High School. Durante las pausas de almuerzo, ambos ensayaban, asustando a otros guitarristas con sonidos pesados y fuertes, hasta entonces, desconocidos. Un día, un estudiante llamado Hugh Tanner fue visto por James y Jim cargando partes de una Flying "V" en el colegio. Los tres formaron la banda Phantom Lord, con bajistas intermitentes. El proyecto duró hasta la graduación de James, momento en el que tuvo que volver a Downey.&lt;br /&gt;En ese momento, James y su amigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ron McGovney" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ron_McGovney"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ron McGovney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; se trasladaron a una casa programada para demolición, en ese entonces, propiedad de los padres de McGovney. La casa era el lugar ideal para que James y Ron pasaran el tiempo y ensayaran. James convenció a Ron para que tocara el bajo, la banda "Phantom Lord" se deshizo, dando lugar a la tercera banda de Hetfield que se llamaría "Leather Charm". La única diferencia con la banda anterior era que en Leather Charm, James ya no tocaba la guitarra y Ron, ahora tocaba el bajo, mientras Tanner y Mulligan mantenían sus instrumentos iniciales.&lt;br /&gt;La banda se dedicó a interpretar temas de rock pesado, principalmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cover" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cover"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;covers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Consiguieron interpretar en algunas fiestas y lograron la grabación de una demo. Después de eso, la banda comenzó a separarse. El primero en retirarse fue Tanner, quien fue reemplazado por Troy James. Posteriormente, el baterista Mulligan decidió integrarse a una banda con estilo más progresivo. A falta de un baterista, James y sus compañeros decidieron disolver Leather Charm definitivamente.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque la salida de Mulligan, fue lo que determinó a Hetfield para buscar un nuevo baterista, fue también Hugh Tanner quien influyó enormemente en la vida musical de James.&lt;br /&gt;Hetfield no consideró al principio tomar el rol de vocalista en sus bandas anteriores. Eventualmente, se invitó a John Bush de Armored Saint (luego cantante de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Anthrax" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthrax"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anthrax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;) para cantar en la banda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-6301893843446725661?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/james-hetfield.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RqO3HetnMxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JcPRDAXqLT8/s72-c/200px-James_Hetfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-8958600947360527001</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2007 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-22T12:58:56.492-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kirk Hammett</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RqO26etnMwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3r8vnWcQau4/s1600-h/200px-Kirk_Hammett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090113119651836674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RqO26etnMwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3r8vnWcQau4/s400/200px-Kirk_Hammett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kirk Hammett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hammett nació en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="San Francisco (California)" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Francisco_(California%2529"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="California" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/California"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Es hijo de madre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Filipina" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filipina"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;filipina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; y padre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Irlandés" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irlandés"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;irlandés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Desde muy joven mostró un gran interés en la gran colección de discos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Rock" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; de su hermano Rick, incluyendo material de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Led Zeppelin" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Led_Zeppelin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Black Sabbath" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Sabbath"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black Sabbath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Rolling Stones" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rolling_Stones"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rolling Stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; y UFO. Una de sus más grandes influencias fue el guitarrista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Jimi Hendrix" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimi_Hendrix"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, y lo que él quería era tocar como este.&lt;br /&gt;Hammett a veces interpreta partes de algunas canciones de Hendrix durante sus solos. Comenzó a tocar a los 15 años y su primera guitarra fue una Montgomery Ward y un amplificador (que parecía más una caja de zapatos). Después de tener su primera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Fender" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fender"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Stratocaster" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stratocaster"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stratocaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; en el año 1978, Hammett intentó personalizar su sonido con partes de varias guitarras. Llegó incluso a trabajar en un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Burger King" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burger_King"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Burger King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; para poder comprar su primer amplificador &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Marshall" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marshall"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marshall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Los intereses musicales de Hammett lo condujeron al género conocido como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Thrash metal" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thrash_metal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thrash metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. En 1982 formó el grupo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Exodus" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exodus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exodus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, con el vocalista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Paul Baloff" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Paul_Baloff&amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paul Baloff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, el guitarrista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Gary Holt" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Gary_Holt&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gary Holt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, y el baterista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Tom Hunting" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Tom_Hunting&amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tom Hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Exodus fue crucial en el movimiento del thrash durante la década de los 80 en California.&lt;br /&gt;En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1983" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1983"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1983&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Hammett fue invitado a formar parte de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Metallica" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metallica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, ya que el guitarrista de la banda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dave Mustaine" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave_Mustaine"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dave Mustaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, fue expulsado por consumir drogas y alcohol en exceso. Por aquel entonces, Hammett asistía a clases de guitarra con el ahora famoso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Joe Satriani" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Satriani"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joe Satriani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;En 2002 se le dio un puesto en la "Salón de la Fama" de la revista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Guitar World" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Guitar_World&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guitar World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Ha grabado y ha hecho actuaciones en directo con Metallica desde hace más de 20 años y es un modelo para muchos guitarristas modernos.&lt;br /&gt;Ya que él es guitarra principal de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Metallica" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metallica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, Hammett ha escrito y contribuido con riffs para el grupo desde 1983. Uno de estos riffs, el de la canción Enter Sandman, fue escrito en la habitación de un hotel a las 3:00 de la madrugada. Este tema se volvió uno de los más populares de la banda. Era la primera canción y single del &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Metallica (The Black Album)" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metallica_(The_Black_Album%2529"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black Album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; y fue clasificada el número 399 en la lista de las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external text" title="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/_/id/6596661?rnd=" player="true&amp;amp;version=" href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/_/id/6596661?rnd=1115236318398&amp;has-player=true&amp;amp;version=6.0.12.872" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;500 mejores canciones de todos los tiempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, hecha por la revista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Rolling Stone" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rolling_Stone"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kirk ha sido criticado a menudo por su uso excesivo del pedal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wah-wah" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wah-wah"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wah-wah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; en sus solos (particularmente en sus álbumes más recientes), pero él insiste diciendo que "el uso de este efecto es sólo una extensión de mi personalidad".&lt;br /&gt;Hammett está casado con su esposa, Lani, y viven ambos en San Francisco. El 29 de Septiembre de 2006 Lani Hammett dio a luz a su primer hijo, Angel Ray Keala Hammett.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-8958600947360527001?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/kirk-hammett.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RqO26etnMwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3r8vnWcQau4/s72-c/200px-Kirk_Hammett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-8587160145913128070</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2007 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-01T13:07:00.073-07:00</atom:updated><title>Robert Trujillo</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RqO2eetnMvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XT-52akft7g/s1600-h/200px-Robert_Trujillo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090112638615499506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RqO2eetnMvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XT-52akft7g/s400/200px-Robert_Trujillo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Robert Trujillo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Robert Trujillo (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="23 de octubre" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/23_de_octubre"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23 de octubre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1964" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1964"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1964&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="California" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/California"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Estados Unidos" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estados_Unidos"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estados Unidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;) es el actual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bajo (instrumento)" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bajo_(instrumento%2529"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bajista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; del grupo musical de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Metal (género musical)" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metal_(género_musical%2529"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Metallica" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metallica"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. De familiares mexicanos (su madre es de Durango). Antes de recalar en la mencionada banda, el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="24 de febrero" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/24_de_febrero"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24 de febrero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; del &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2003" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2003"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, tocó en "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Suicidal Tendencies" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicidal_Tendencies"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suicidal Tendencies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;", "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Black Label Society" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Label_Society"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black Label Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;", "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Infectious Grooves" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Infectious_Grooves"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Infectious Grooves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" y "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ozzy Osbourne" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ozzy_Osbourne"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ozzy Osbourne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;".Entro a formar parte de Metallica tras la salida del grupo de Jason Newsted.Su elección estuvo motivada por el gran nivel que mostró en las pruebas a bajistas.Sus pasatiempos son, además del bajo, su novia y las películas de terror.&lt;br /&gt;Es actualmente el mejor exponente de la fuerza que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cliff Burton" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cliff_Burton"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cliff Burton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (bajista de Metallica 1983-1986, muerto en un accidente de tráfico) transmitía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-8587160145913128070?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/robert-trujillo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RqO2eetnMvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XT-52akft7g/s72-c/200px-Robert_Trujillo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-8602030734971959226</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-25T12:25:09.486-07:00</atom:updated><title>Galeria</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUcZaJsGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZAX_dbF1Mao/s1600-h/metallica-grupo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087964157111283810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUcZaJsGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZAX_dbF1Mao/s400/metallica-grupo2.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUcpaJsHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/u1lDd06UUMM/s1600-h/metallica-sad_but_true.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087964161406251122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUcpaJsHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/u1lDd06UUMM/s400/metallica-sad_but_true.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUcpaJsJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VzgBhc87jG4/s1600-h/parche_metallica_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087964161406251154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUcpaJsJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VzgBhc87jG4/s400/parche_metallica_04.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUc5aJsKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/n60VnV-FJDY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087964165701218466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="121" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUc5aJsKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/n60VnV-FJDY/s400/untitled.bmp" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUDJaJsBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HqlJXS2OoYo/s1600-h/Metallica_Signed_Photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087963723319586834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUDJaJsBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HqlJXS2OoYo/s400/Metallica_Signed_Photo2.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUDZaJsCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x-k9d4xU6Rs/s1600-h/Metallica_Simpsons_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087963727614554146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="255" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUDZaJsCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x-k9d4xU6Rs/s400/Metallica_Simpsons_600.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUDZaJsDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Mg5ku_fuTGI/s1600-h/metallica-boobleheads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087963727614554162" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwRvpaJr1I/AAAAAAAAACo/j9gMsh-AeqE/s400/2_261_3.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwRv5aJr2I/AAAAAAAAACw/ZCsTXU1Vask/s1600-h/2_261_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087961193583849314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwRv5aJr2I/AAAAAAAAACw/ZCsTXU1Vask/s400/2_261_2.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-8602030734971959226?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/galeria.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwUcZaJsGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZAX_dbF1Mao/s72-c/metallica-grupo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-6535955395727505569</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T18:04:44.295-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kill 'Em All (1983)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwVo5aJsLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rdkomgNHCX8/s1600-h/kill-em-all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087965471371276466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwVo5aJsLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rdkomgNHCX8/s400/kill-em-all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Hit the lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No life till leatherWe are gonna kick some ass tonightWe got the metal madnessWhen our fans start screamingIt's right well alrightWhen we start to rockWe never want to stop again&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Hit the lightsHit the lightsHit the lights&lt;br /&gt;You know our fans are insaneWe are gonna blow this place awayWith Volume higherThan anything today the only wayWhen we start to rockWe never want to stop again&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;With all out screamingWe are gonna rip right through your brainWe got the lethal powerIt is causing you sweet pain oh sweet painWhen we start to rockWe never want to stop again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. The four horsemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By the last breath of the fourth winds blowBetter raise your earsThe sound of hooves knock at your doorLock up your wife and children nowIt's time to wield the bladeFor now you have got some company&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:The Horsemen are drawing nearerOn the leather steeds they rideThey have come to take your life&lt;br /&gt;On through the dead of nightWith the four horsemen rideOr choose your fate and die&lt;br /&gt;You have been dying since the day you were bornYou know it has all been plannedThe quartet of deliverence ridesA sinner once a sinner twiceNo need for confession nowCause now you have got the fight of your life&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;TimeHas taken its toll on youThe lines that crack your faceFamineYour body it has torn throughWithered in every placePestilenceFor what you have had to endureAnd what you have put others throughDeathDeliverance for you for sureThere is nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;So gather round young warriors nowAnd saddle up your steedsKilling scores with demon swordsNow is the death of doers of wrongSwing the judgement hammer downSafely inside armor blood guts and sweat&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Motorbreath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Living and dying laughing and cryingOnce you have seen it you will never be the sameLife in the fast lane is just how it seemsHard and it is heavy dirty and mean&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:MotorbreathIt's how I live my lifeI can't take it any other way&lt;br /&gt;MotorbreathThe sign of living fastIt's going to takeYour breath away&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop for nothing it's full speedor nothingI am taking down you know whatever isin my wayGetting your kicks as you are shootingthe lineSending the shivers up and down your spine&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Jump in the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Down in the depths of my firey homeThe summons bell will chimeTempting you and all the earthTo join our sinful kindThere's a job to be done and I'm the oneYou people make me do itNow it is time for your fateAnd I won't hesitateTo pull you down into this pit&lt;br /&gt;Chours:So come onJump in the fireSo come onJump in the fire&lt;br /&gt;With hell in my eyes and with death in my veinsThe end is closing inFeeding on the minds of manAnd from their souls withinMy disciples all shout to search you outAnd they always shall obeyFollow me now my childNot the meek or the mildDo just as I say&lt;br /&gt;(Chours)&lt;br /&gt;Jump by your will or be taken by forceI'll get you either wayTrying to keep the hellfire litI am stalking you as a preyLiving your life as me I am you, you seeThere is part of me in everyoneSo reach down grab my handWalk with me through the landCome home where you belong&lt;br /&gt;(Chours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Whiplash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Late at night all systems goYou've come to see the showWe do our best you're the restYou make it real you knowThere's a feeling deep insideThat drives you fuckin' madA feeling of a hammerheadYou need it oh so bad&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Adrenaline starts to flowYou're thrashing all aroundActing like a maniacWhiplash&lt;br /&gt;Bang your head against the stageLike you never did beforeMake it ring make it bleedMake it really soreIn a frenzied madnessWith your leathers and your spikesHeads are bobbing aroundIt is hot as hell tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Chours)&lt;br /&gt;Here on stage the Marshall noiseIs piercing through your earsIt kicks your ass kick your faceExploding feeling nearsNow is the time to let it ripTo let it fuckin' looseWe are gathered here to maim and killCause this is what we choose&lt;br /&gt;(Chours)&lt;br /&gt;The show is through the metal is goneIt is time to hit the roadAnother town another gigAgain we will explodeHotel rooms and motorwaysLife out here is rawBut we will never stopWe will never quitCause we are Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Phantom Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sound is ripping through your earsThe deafening sound of metal nearsYour bodies waiting for his whipsThe taste of leather on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Hear the cry of warLouder than beforeWith his sword in handTo control the landCrushing metal strikesOn this frightening nightFall onto your kneesFor the Phantom Lord&lt;br /&gt;Victims falling under chainsYou hear them crying dying painsThe fist of terrors breaking throughNow there's nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;The leathered armies have prevailedThe Phantom Lord has never failedSmoke is lifting from the groundThe rising volume metal sound&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)Fall to your kneesAnd bow to the Phantom Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. No Remorse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No mercy for what we are doingNo thought to even what we have doneWe don't need to feel the sorrowNo remorse for the helpless one&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:War without end&lt;br /&gt;No remorse, no repentWe don't care what it meantAnother day, another deathAnother sorrow, another breathNo remorse, no repentWe don't care what it meantAnother day, another deathAnother sorrow, another breath&lt;br /&gt;Blood feeds the war machineAs it eats the way across the landWe don't need to feel the sorrowNo remorse is the one command&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Only the strong surviveNo will to save the weaker raceWe are ready to kill all comersLike a loaded gun right at your face&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Attack!&lt;br /&gt;Bullets are flyingPeople are dyingWith madness surroundingAll hell's breaking looseSoldiers are houndingBodies are mountingCannons are shoutingTo take thier abuse&lt;br /&gt;With war machines goingBlood starts to flowingNo mercy given to anyone hearThe furious fightingSwords are like lightingIt all becomes frighteningYou know death is near&lt;br /&gt;No Remorse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Seek and destroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are scanning the scene in the city toniteWe are looking for you to start up a fightThere is an evil feeling in our brainsBut it is nothing new, you know it drives us insane&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Running, on our wayHiding, you will payDying, one thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;Running, on our wayHiding, you will payDying, one thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;Searching, seek and destroySearching, seek and destroySearching, seek and destroySearching, seek and destroy&lt;br /&gt;There is no escape and that is for sureThis is the end we won't take any moreSay goodbye to the world you live inYou've always been taking and now you're giving&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Our brains are on fire with the feeling to killAnd it won't go away until our dreams are fulfilledThere is only one thing on our mindsDon't try running away cause you're the one we will find&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Metal militia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thunder and lightning, the gods take revengeSenseless destructionVictims of fury are cowardly nowRunning for safetyStabbing the harlot to pay for her sinsLeaving the virginSuicide running as if it's (it were) for freeRipping and tearing&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Oh through the mist and the madnessWe are trying to get the message to youMetal MilitiaMetal MilitiaMetal Militia&lt;br /&gt;Chained and shadowed to be left behindNine and one thousandMetal Militia for your sacrificeIron clad soldiersJoin or be conquered the law of the landWhat will befall youThe metallization of your inner soulTwisting and turning&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;We are as one as we all are the sameFighting for one causeLeather and metal are our uniformsProtecting what we areJoining together to take on the worldWith our heavy metalSpreading the message to everyone hereCome let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-6535955395727505569?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/kill-em-all-1983.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwVo5aJsLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rdkomgNHCX8/s72-c/kill-em-all.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-1370422160370426913</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T17:45:46.060-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ride the Lightning (1984)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwRL5aJrxI/AAAAAAAAACI/JFbIq6dfIDQ/s1600-h/ride-the-lightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087960575108558610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwRL5aJrxI/AAAAAAAAACI/JFbIq6dfIDQ/s400/ride-the-lightning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Fight fire with fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do unto othersAs they've done to youBut what the hellIs this world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;Blow the universeInto nothingnessNuclear warfareShall lay us to rest&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Fight fire with fireEnding is nearFight fire with fireBursting with fear&lt;br /&gt;We all shall die&lt;br /&gt;Time is like a fuseShort and burning fastArmageddon is hereLike said in the past&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Soon to fill our lungsThe hot winds of deathThe gods are laughingSo take your last breath&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Fight fire with fire- repeat -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Ride the lightning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guilty as chargedBut damn it, it ain't rightThere's someone else controlling me&lt;br /&gt;Death in the airStrapped in the electric chairThis can't be happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Who made you God to say"I'll take your life from you!"&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Flash before my eyesNow it's time to dieBurning in my brainI can feel the flame&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the signTo flick the switch of deathIt's the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;Sweat, chilling coldAs I watch death unfoldConsciousness my only friend&lt;br /&gt;My fingers grip with fearWhat I am doing here?&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Someone help meOh please God help meThey're trying to take it all awayI don't want to die (x 2)&lt;br /&gt;Time moving slowThe minutes seem like hoursThe final curtain call I see&lt;br /&gt;How true is this?Just get it over withIf this is true, just let it be&lt;br /&gt;Wakened by the horrid screamFreed from the frightening dream&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. From whom the bell tolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make his fightOn the hill in the early dayConstant chill deep insideShouting gun, on they runThrough the endless greyOn they fight, for they're rightYes, but who's to say?&lt;br /&gt;For a hill men would killWhy? They do not knowSuffered wounds test their prideMen of five, still aliveThrough the raging glowGone insane from the painThat they surely know&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:For whom the bell tollsTime marches onFor whom the bell tolls&lt;br /&gt;Take a look to the skyJust before you dieIt's the last time you willBlackened roar massive roarFills the crumbling skyShattered goal fills his soulWith a ruthless cry&lt;br /&gt;Stranger now, are his eyesTo this mysteryHe hears the silence so loudCrack of dawn, all is goneExcept the will to beNow they see what will beBlinded eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Fade to black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life it seems, will fade awayDrifting further every dayGetting lost within myselfNothing matters, no one elseI have lost the will to liveSimply nothing more to giveThere is nothing more for meNeed the end to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Things not what they used to beMissing one inside of meDeathly loss, this can't be realCannot stand this hell I feelEmptiness is filling meTo the point of agonyGrowing darkness taking dawnI was me, but now He's gone&lt;br /&gt;No one but me can save myselfBut it's too lateNow I can't think, think whyI should even try&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday seems as thoughIt never existedDeath greets me warm, now I will justSay good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Trapped under ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know how to live trough this hellWoken up, I'm still locked in this shellFrozen soul, frozen down to the coreBreak the ice, I can't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:FreezingCan't move at allScreamingCan't hear my callI am dying to liveCry out I'm trapped under ice&lt;br /&gt;Crystallized, as I lay here and restEyes of glass stare directly at deathFrom deep sleep I have broken awayNo one knows, no one hears what I say&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Scream from my soulFate, mystifiedHell, forever more&lt;br /&gt;No release from my cryonic stateWhat is this? I've been stricken by fateWrapped up tightCannot moveCan't break freeHand of doom has a tight grip on me&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Escape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feel no pain, but my life ain't easyI know I'm my best friendNo one cares, but I'm so much strongerI'll fight until the endTo escape from the true false worldUndamaged destinyCan't get caught in the endless circleRing of stupidity&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Out of my own, out to be freeOne with my mind, they just can't seeNo need to hear things that they sayLife's for my own to live my own way&lt;br /&gt;Rape my mind and destroy my feelingsDon't tell me what to doI don't care now, 'cause I'm on my sideAnd I can see through youFeed my brain with your so called standardsWho says that I ain't rightBreak away from your common fashionSee through your blurry sight&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;See them try to bring the hammer downNo damn chains can hold me to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Life's for my own to live my own way- repeat -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Creeping death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SlavesHebrews born to serve to the pharaohHeedTo his every word, live in fearFaithOf the unknown one, the delivererWaitSomething must be done, four hundred years&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:So let it be writtenSo let it be doneI'm sent here by the chosen oneSo let it be writtenSo let it be doneTo kill the first born pharaoh sonI'm creeping death&lt;br /&gt;NowLet my people go, land of GoshenGoI will be with thee, bush of fireBloodRunning red and strong, down the nilePlagueDarkness three days long, hail to fire&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Die by my handI creep across the landKilling first born manDie by my handI creep across the landKilling first born man&lt;br /&gt;IRule the midnight air the destroyerBornI shall soon be there, deadly massICreep the steps and floor final darknessBloodLambs blood painted door, I shall pass&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-1370422160370426913?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/ride-lightning-1984.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwRL5aJrxI/AAAAAAAAACI/JFbIq6dfIDQ/s72-c/ride-the-lightning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-20731815393744989</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 23:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T17:38:33.008-07:00</atom:updated><title>Master of Puppets (1986)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwPgJaJrwI/AAAAAAAAACA/UKu-RRwlVNg/s1600-h/master-of-puppets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087958723977654018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwPgJaJrwI/AAAAAAAAACA/UKu-RRwlVNg/s400/master-of-puppets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Battery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lashing out the action, returning the reactionWeak are ripped and torn awayHypnotizing power, crushing all that cowerBattery is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Smashing through the boundariesLunacy has found meCannot stop the BatteryPounding out aggressionTurns into obsessionCannot kill the Battery&lt;br /&gt;Cannot kill the familyBattery is found in me&lt;br /&gt;Battery&lt;br /&gt;Crushing all deceiversMashing non-believersNever ending potencyHungry violence seekerFeeding off the weakerBreeding on insanity&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Circle of destruction, hammer comes crushingPowerhouse of energyWhipping up a fury, dominating flurryWe create the Battery&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Master of puppets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;End of passion play, crumbling awayI'm your source of self-destructionVeins that pump with fearSucking darkest clearLeading on your deaths construction&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Chorus:Taste me you will seeMore is all you needYou're dedicated toHow I'm killing you&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Come crawling fasterObey your MasterYour life burns fasterObey your MasterMaster&lt;br /&gt;Master of Puppets I'm pulling your stringsTwisting your mind and smashing your dreamsBlinded by me, you can't see a thingJust call my name, 'cause I'll hear you screamMaster, MasterJust call my name, 'cause I'll hear you screamMaster, Master&lt;br /&gt;Needlework the way, never you betraylife of death becoming clearerPain monopoly, ritual miseryChop your breakfast on a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(Pre-Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Master, MasterWhere's the dreams that I've been after?Master, MasterYou promised only liesLaughter, LaughterAll I hear and see is laughterLaughter, LaughterLaughing at my cries&lt;br /&gt;Hell is worth all that, natural habitatJust a rhyme without a reasonNeverending maze, drift on numbered daysNow your life is out of seasonI will occupyI will help you dieI will run through youNow I rule you too&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. The thing that should not be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Messenger of fear in sightDark deception kills the light&lt;br /&gt;Hybrid children watch the seaPray for Father, roaming free&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Fearless wretchInsanityHe watchesLurking beneath the seaGreat old oneForbidden siteHe searchesHunter of the shadows is risingImmortalIn madness you dwell&lt;br /&gt;Crawling chaos, undergroundCult has summoned, twisted sound&lt;br /&gt;Out from ruins once possessedFallen city, living death&lt;br /&gt;Fearless wretchInsanityHe watchesLurking beneath the seaGreat old oneForbidden siteHe awakensHunter of the shadows is risingImmortalIn madness you dwell&lt;br /&gt;Not dead which eternal lieStranger eons death may die&lt;br /&gt;Drain you of your sanityFace The thing that should not be&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Welcome home (Sanitarium)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welcome to where time stands stillNo one leaves and no one willMoon is full, never seems to changeJust labeled mentally derangedDream the same thing every nightI see our freedom in my sightNo locked doors, no windows barredNo things to make my brain seem scarred&lt;br /&gt;Sleep my friend and you will seeThat dream is my realityThey keep me locked up in this cageCan't they see it's why my brain says rage&lt;br /&gt;Sanitarium, leave me beSanitarium, just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Build my fear of what's out thereAnd cannot breathe the open airWhisper things into my brainAssuring me that I'm insaneThey think our heads are in their handsBut violent use brings violent plansKeep him tied, it makes him wellHe's getting better, can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;No more can they keep us inListen, damn it, we will winThey see it right, they see it wellBut they think this saves us from our hell&lt;br /&gt;Sanitarium, leave me beSanitarium, just leave me aloneSanitarium, just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Fear of living onNatives getting restless nowMutiny in the airGot some death to doMirror stares back hardKill, it's such a friendly wordSeems the only wayFor reaching out again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Disposable heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bodies fill the fields I seeHungry heroes endNo one to play soldier nowNo one to pretendRunning blind through killing fieldsBred to kill them allVictim of what said should beA servant `til I fall&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Soldier boy, made of clayNow an empty shellTwenty one, only sonBut he served us wellBred to kill, not to careJust do as we sayFinished here, greeting deathHe's yours to take away&lt;br /&gt;Back to the frontYou will do what I say, when I sayBack to the frontYou will die when I say, you must dieBack to the frontYou cowardYou servantYou blindman&lt;br /&gt;Barking of machinegun fireDoes nothing to me nowSounding of the clock that ticksGet used to it somehowMore a man, more stripes you bareGlory seeker trendsBodies fill the fields I seeThe slaughter never ends&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Why, Am I dying?Kill, have no fearLie, live off lyingHell, Hell is here&lt;br /&gt;I was born for dyingLife planned out before my birthNothing could I sayHad no chance to see myselfMolded day by dayLooking back I realizeNothing have I doneLeft to die with only friendAlone I clench my gun&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Back to the front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Leper messiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spineless from the start, sucked into the partCircus comes to town, you play the lead clownPlease, pleaseSpreading his disease, living by his storyKnees, kneesFalling to your knees, suffer for his gloryYou will&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Time for lust, time for lieTime to kiss your life goodbyeSend me money, send me greenHeaven you will meetMake a contributionAnd you'll get a better seatBow to Leper Messiah&lt;br /&gt;Marvel at his tricks, need your Sunday fixBlind devotion came, rotting your brainChain, chainJoin the endless chainFame, FameInfection is the game, stinking drunk with powerWe see&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)Bow to Leper Messiah&lt;br /&gt;Witchery, weakeningSees the sheep are gatheringSet the trap, hypnotizeNow you follow&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Damage, Inc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dealing out the agony withinCharging hard and no one's gonna give inLiving on your knees, conformityOr dying on your feet for honestyInbred, our bodies work as oneBloody, but never cry submissionFollowing our instinct not a trendGo against the grain until the end&lt;br /&gt;Blood will follow bloodDying time is hereDamage Incorporated&lt;br /&gt;Slamming through, don't fuck with razorbackStepping out? You'll feel our hell on your backBlood follows blood and we make sureLife ain't for you and we're the cureHonesty is my only excuseTry to rob us of it, but it's no usSteamroller action crushing allVictim is your name and you shall fallBlood will follow bloodDying time is hereDamage Incorporated&lt;br /&gt;We chew and spit you outWe laugh, you scream and shoutAll flee, with fear you runYou'll know just where we come from&lt;br /&gt;Damage Incorporated&lt;br /&gt;Damage jackals ripping right through youSight and smell of this, it gets me goin'Know just how to get just what we wantTear it from your soul in nightly huntFuck it all and fucking no regretsNever happy ending on these dark setsAll's fair for Damage Inc. you seeStep a little closer if you please&lt;br /&gt;Blood will follow bloodDying time is hereDamage Incorporated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-20731815393744989?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/master-of-puppets-1986.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwPgJaJrwI/AAAAAAAAACA/UKu-RRwlVNg/s72-c/master-of-puppets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-3732509897434896805</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 23:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T17:31:59.373-07:00</atom:updated><title>Garage Days (1987)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwN85aJrvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5iPIxTDdgzM/s1600-h/garage-days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087957018875637490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwN85aJrvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5iPIxTDdgzM/s400/garage-days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Helpless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've gotta see you moving fast,See you come my waySee the dreams, I hope they last,Never fade awayGotta see the lights aboveMake it loud tonightGotta set it all afire,set it all alight&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:See the flashing lights,Hear the thunder roar,I am gonna set you all alightGotta make it man,I ain't got a choice,Gotta fill this hall tonight&lt;br /&gt;Helpless, helplessHelpless, helpless.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm gonna do,Maybe not tonightGotta set you all afire,Gotta treat you rightI can see the flashing lightsLit before your loveGotta hear the thunder roar,Coming from above&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;{I can see the stars,I can see what's going onEvery night aloneI sing my song just for funOnly time will tellIf I'll make it myself somedayThis stage is mine,Music is my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. The small hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Look out at the darkness, and you will seeJust call my name and I'll be thereYou cannot touch me, you would not dareI am the chill that's in the air&lt;br /&gt;And I try to get through to you, in my own special way,As the barriers crumble at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Dark rivers are flowing back into the pastYou are the fish for which I castAnd what of the future, what is to beAs the rivers flow into the sea&lt;br /&gt;And I try to get through to you, in my own special way,As the barriers crumble at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Do not take for granted, powers out thereDon't step into the demon's lairTime is an illusion, rising from timeSteep is the mountain which we climb&lt;br /&gt;And I try to get through to you, in my own special way,As the barriers crumble at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. The wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Motives changing day to day,The fire increases, masks decayI look at the river, white foam floats down,The body's poisoned, gotta sit tight&lt;br /&gt;The wait, the wait, the wait, the wait&lt;br /&gt;After wakening, silence grows,The screams subside, distortion showsMutant thoughts of bad mouthed news,Is just another birth of distorted views&lt;br /&gt;The wait, the wait, the wait, the waitThe wait, the wait, the wait, the wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Crash course in brain surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Look inside and you will see,The words are cutting deep inside my brainThunder burning, quickly burning,Knife of words is driving me insane,Insane yeah&lt;br /&gt;Raven black is on my track,He shows me how to neutralize the knifeShow to me in surgery,The art of fighting words to conquer life,Conquer life&lt;br /&gt;Now the wicked lance of fear,Is driving from my heady mountain brainCrash course in brain surgery,Has stopped the bloody knife of words again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Last caress / Green hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got something to say,I killed your baby todayAnd it doesn't matter much to me,As long as it's dead.I got something to say,I raped your mother todayAnd it doesn't matter much to me,As long as she's spread&lt;br /&gt;Ooh lovely dead, just waiting for your breath,Cold sweet death, one last caressOoh lovely dead, just waiting for your breath,Cold sweet death, one last caress&lt;br /&gt;I got something to say,I killed your baby todayAnd it doesn't matter much to me,As long as it's deadOoh lovely dead, just waiting for your breath,Cold sweet death, one last caressLast caress today, yo-o-o-oh, yooo-oh&lt;br /&gt;Here in this place lies the key to your death,Touch it, see itHere in this place is the means to your end,Touch it, feel it, green hell&lt;br /&gt;You did your best as someone could,I bet you never knew you would,And did you run away from me,I bet you thought you really could.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna burn in hell - Green hellLike every hell but kind of green - Green hell...Try let me get back up there - Green hellFeel it burning in your cereal - Green hell...Throw your fuckin' friends inside - Green hell...Gotta fuckin' pay and you must stay - Green hellCannot refill the torch of death - Green hell...Hell is reigning in your blood - Green hell...Gotta burn it all, green hell&lt;br /&gt;You did your best as someone could,I bet you never knew you would,And did you run away from me,I bet you thought you really could.&lt;br /&gt;Here in this place lies the key to your death,Touch it, see itHere in this place is your world that ended,Touch it, feel it, green hell&lt;br /&gt;You did your best as someone could,I bet you never knew you would,And did you run away from me,I bet you thought you really couldYou've come to this as someone told,I bet you never knew you wouldGonna bring green hell, green hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-3732509897434896805?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/garage-days-1987.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwN85aJrvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5iPIxTDdgzM/s72-c/garage-days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-2047609722726690069</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 23:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T17:27:44.466-07:00</atom:updated><title>... And Justice For All (1988)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwM85aJruI/AAAAAAAAABw/hhOYGzafugE/s1600-h/and-justice-for-all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087955919364009698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwM85aJruI/AAAAAAAAABw/hhOYGzafugE/s400/and-justice-for-all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Blackened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blackened is the endWinter it will sendThrowing all you seeInto obscurity&lt;br /&gt;Death of Mother EarthNever a rebirthEvolution's endNever will it mend&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Never&lt;br /&gt;FireTo begin whipping dance of the deadBlackened is the endTo begin whipping dance of the deadColor our world blackened&lt;br /&gt;Bustering of EarthTerminate its worthDeadly nicotineKills what might have been&lt;br /&gt;Callous frigid chillNothing left to killNever seen beforeBreathing Nevermore&lt;br /&gt;Blackened&lt;br /&gt;Opposition...contradiction...Premonition...compromiseAgitation...violation...Mutilation...planet dies&lt;br /&gt;Darkest colorBlistered earthTrue death of life&lt;br /&gt;Termination....expiration...Cancellation...human raceExpectation...liberation...Population...lay to waste&lt;br /&gt;See our motherPut to deathSee our mother die&lt;br /&gt;Smouldering decayTake her breath awayMillions of our yearsIn minutes disappears&lt;br /&gt;Darkening in vainDecadence remainsAll is said and doneNever is the sun&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;FireTo begin whipping dance of the deadBlackened is the endTo begin whipping dance of the deadFireIs the outcome of hypocrisyDarkest potencyIn the exit of humanityColor our world blackened&lt;br /&gt;Blackened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. ...And Justice for All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Halls of justice painted greenMoney talkingPower wolves beset your doorHear them stalkingSoon you'll please their appetiteThey devourHammer of justice crushes youOverpower&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Chorus:The ultimate in vanityExploiting their supremacyI can't believe the things you sayI can't believeI can't believe the price you pay&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can save you&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Justice is lost, justice is rapedJustice is gone, pulling your stringsJustice is done&lt;br /&gt;Seeking no truth, winning is allFind it so grim, so true, so real&lt;br /&gt;Apathy their stepping stoneSo unfeelingHidden deep animositySo deceivingThrough your eyes their light burnsHoping to findInquisition sinking youWith prying minds&lt;br /&gt;Lady justice has been rapedTruth assassinRolls of red tape seal your lipsNow you're done inTheir money tips her scales againMake your dealJust what is truth? I cannot tellCannot ceel&lt;br /&gt;(Pre-Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Can Save Us&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Eye of the Beholder´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you see what I see?Truth is an offenceYou silence for your confidence&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear what I hear?Doors are slamming shutLimit your imagination,Keep you where they must&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel what I feel?Bittering distressWho decides what you express&lt;br /&gt;Do you take what I take?Endurance is the wordMoving back instead of forwardSeems to me absurd&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what you see?Or into it what you readYou can do it your own wayIf it's done just how I say&lt;br /&gt;Independence limitedFreedom of choice is mad for you my friendFreedom of speech is words that they will bendFreedom with their exception&lt;br /&gt;Do you fear what I fear?Living properlyTruths to you are lies to me&lt;br /&gt;Do you choose what I choose?More alternivesEnergy derives from bothThe plus and negative&lt;br /&gt;Do you need what I need?Boundaries overthrownLook inside to each his own&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust what I trust?Me, myself and IPenetrate the smoke screenI see through the selfish lie&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I know?Your money and your wealthto hear your self&lt;br /&gt;Do you want what I want?Desire not a thingI hunger after IndependenceLengthen freedom's ring&lt;br /&gt;Freedom no longer frees you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't remember anythingCan't tell if this is true or dreamDeep down inside I feel to screemThis terrible silence stops me&lt;br /&gt;Now that the war is through with meI'm waking up, I cannot seeThat there's not much left to meNothing is real but pain now&lt;br /&gt;Hold my breath as I wish for deathOh please God, wake me&lt;br /&gt;Back in the womb it's much too realIn pumps life that I must feelBut can't look forward to revealLook to the time when I'll live&lt;br /&gt;Fed through the tube that sticks in meJust like a wartime noveltyTied to machines that make me beCut this life off from me&lt;br /&gt;Now the world is gone I'm just oneOh God, help meHold my breath as I wish for deathOh please God, help me&lt;br /&gt;Darkness imprisoning meAll that I see, absolute horrorI cannot live, I cannot dieTrapped in myselfBody may holding cell&lt;br /&gt;Land mine has taken my sightTaken my speech, taken my hearingTaken my arms, taken my legsTaken my soul, left me with life in hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. The Shortest Straw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suspicion is your nameYour honesty to blamePut dignity to shameDishonorWitchhunt modern dayDetermining decayThe blatt and disarrayDisfigure&lt;br /&gt;The Public Eyes' DisgraceDefying Common PlaceUnending Paper ChaseUnendingDeafeningPainstakingReckoningThis Vertigo it Doth Bring&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Shortest StrawChallenge LibertyDowned by LawLive in Infamy&lt;br /&gt;Rub You RawWitchhunt Riding ThroughShortest StrawThis shortest straw Has Been Pulled for You&lt;br /&gt;Pulled for you, shortest StrawPulled for you, shortest StrawPulled for you, shortest StrawShortest straw has been pulled for you&lt;br /&gt;The Accusations FlyDiscrimination, Why?Your Inner Self to DieIntrudingDoubt Sunk Itself in YouIt's Teeth and Talons ThroughYour Living Catch 22Deluding&lt;br /&gt;A Mass Hysteria, a MegalomaniaReveal Dementia, revealSecretly, silentlyCertainly in Vertigo You Will Be&lt;br /&gt;Behind You, Hands Are TiedYour Being, OstracizedYour Hell Is MultipliedUpendingThe Fallout Has BegunOppresive Damage DoneYour Many Turned to NoneTo Nothing&lt;br /&gt;You're Reaching Your NadirYour Will Has DisappearedThe Lie Is Crystal ClearDefendingChannels RedOne Word SaidBlacklistedWith Vertigo Make You Dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Harvester of Sorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Life SuffocatesPlanting Seeds of HateI've Loved, Turned to HateTrapped Far Beyond My FateI Give You TakeThis Life That I ForsakeBeen Cheated of My YouthYou Turned this Lie to Truth&lt;br /&gt;AngerMiseryYou'll Suffer unto Me&lt;br /&gt;Harvester of SorrowLanguage of the MadHarvester of Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Pure Black Looking ClearMy Work Is Done Soon HereTry Getting Back to MeGet Back Which Used to BeDrink upShoot inLet the Beatings BeginDistributor of PainYour Loss Becomes My Gain&lt;br /&gt;AngerMiseryYou'll Suffer unto Me&lt;br /&gt;Harvester of SorrowLanguage of the MadHarvester of Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;All Have Said Their PrayersInvade Their NightmaresSee into My EyesYou'll Find Where Murder LiesInfanticide&lt;br /&gt;Harvester of SorrowLanguage of the MadHarvester of SorrowLanguage of the MadHarvester of Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. The Frayed Ends of Sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never HungerNever ProsperI Have Fallen Prey to FailureStruggle WithinTriggered AgainNow the Candle Burns at Both EndsTwisting under SchizophreniaFalling Deep into DementiaOld Habits ReappearFighting the Fear of FearGrowing ConspiracyEveryone's after MeFrayed Ends of Sanity&lt;br /&gt;Hear Them CallingHear Them Calling MeBirth of TerrorDeath of Much MoreI'm the Slave of Fear, my CaptorNever WarningsSpreading its WingsAs I Wait for the Horror She BringsLoss of Interest, question, wonderWaves of Fear They Pull Me under&lt;br /&gt;Old Habits ReappearFighting the Fear of FearGrowing ConspiracyEveryone's after Me&lt;br /&gt;Frayed Ends of SanityHear Them CallingHear Them Calling Me&lt;br /&gt;Into RuinI Am SinkingHostage of this Nameless FeelingHell Is Set FreeFlooded I'll BeFeel the Undertow Inside MeHeight, hell, time, haste, terror, tensionLife, death, want, waste, mass DepressionOld Habits ReappearFighting the Fear of FearGrowing ConspiracyMyself Is after Me&lt;br /&gt;Frayed Ends of SanityHear Them CallingFrayed Ends of SanityHear Them CallingHear Them Calling Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. To Live is To Die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When a man liesHe murders some part of the worldThese are the pale deathsWhich men miscall "their lives"All this I Cannot Bearto Witness Any LongerCannot the Kingdom of SalvationTake Me Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Dyers Eve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear MotherDear FatherWhat is this hell you have put me through&lt;br /&gt;BelieverDeceiverDay in day out, live my life through you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed onto meWhat's wrong or rightHidden from this thing that they call life&lt;br /&gt;Dear MotherDear FatherEvery thought I'd think you'd disapprove&lt;br /&gt;CuratorDictatorAlways censoring My every move&lt;br /&gt;Children are seen but are not heardTear out Everything Inspired&lt;br /&gt;InnocenceTorn from me without your shelterBarred realityI'm living blindly&lt;br /&gt;Dear MotherDear FatherTime Has Frozen Still What's Left to Be&lt;br /&gt;Hear nothingSay nothingCannot face the fact I think for me&lt;br /&gt;No guarantee, It's life as Is But damn you for not giving me my chance&lt;br /&gt;Dear MotherDear FatherYou've clipped my wings before I learned to fly&lt;br /&gt;UnspoiledUnspokenI've Outgrown That Fucking Lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Same thing I've always heard from youDo as I say not as I do&lt;br /&gt;InnocenceTorn from me without your shelterBarred realityI'm living blindly&lt;br /&gt;I'm in hell without youCannot cope without you twoShocked at the World That I SeeInnocent victim, please rescue me&lt;br /&gt;Dear MotherDear FatherHidden in your world you've made for meI'm SeethingI'm BleedingRipping wounds in me that never heal&lt;br /&gt;Undying Spite I Feel for YouLiving out this Hell You Always Knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-2047609722726690069?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-justice-for-all-1988.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwM85aJruI/AAAAAAAAABw/hhOYGzafugE/s72-c/and-justice-for-all.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-858194065788701625</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 23:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T17:18:37.193-07:00</atom:updated><title>Metallica (The Black Album) (1991)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwKypaJrtI/AAAAAAAAABo/6Y6TytbVIIs/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087953544247094994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwKypaJrtI/AAAAAAAAABo/6Y6TytbVIIs/s400/black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Enter Sandman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Say your prayers little oneDon't forget my sonTo include everyone&lt;br /&gt;Tuck you in, warm withinKeep you free from sinTill the sandman he comes&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with one eye openGripping your pillow tight&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Exit: lightEnter: nightTake my handWe're off to never never land&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong, shut the lightHeavy thoughts tonightAnd they aren't of Snow White&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of war, dreams of liarsDreams of dragon's fireAnd of things that will bite&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with one eye openGripping your pillow tight&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Now I lay me down to sleepPray the lord my soul to keepIf I die before I wakePray the lord my soul to take&lt;br /&gt;Hush little baby, don't say a wordAnd never mind that noise you heardIt's just the beasts under your bedIn your closet, in your head&lt;br /&gt;Exit: lightEnter: nightGrain of sand&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;We're off to never never landTake my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Sad but True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey, I'm your lifeI'm the one who takes you thereHey, I'm your lifeI'm the one who cares&lt;br /&gt;They, they betrayI'm your only true friend nowThey, they'll betrayI'm forever there&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:I'm your dream , make you realI'm your eyes , when you must stealI'm your pain , when you can't feelSad but true&lt;br /&gt;I'm your dream , mind astrayI'm your eyes , while you're awayI'm your pain , while you repayYou know it's sad but true&lt;br /&gt;You, you're my maskYou're my cover my shelterYou, you're my maskYou're the one who's blamed&lt;br /&gt;Do, do my workDo my dirty work, scapegoatDo, do my deedsFor you're the one who's shamed&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)Sad but true&lt;br /&gt;I'm your dream, I'm your eyesI'm your pain... (x2)&lt;br /&gt;You know it's sad but true&lt;br /&gt;Hate, I'm your hateI'm your hate when you want lovePay, pay the pricePay for nothing's fair&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm your lifeI'm the one who took you thereHey, I'm your lifeAnd I no longer care&lt;br /&gt;I'm your dream , make you realI'm your eyes , when you must stealI'm your pain , when you can't feelSad but true&lt;br /&gt;I'm your truth, telling liesI'm you're reason , alibisI'm inside , open your eyesI'm youSad but true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Holier than Thou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more!The crap rolls out your mouth againHaven't changed, your brain is still gelatinLittle whispers circle around your headWhy don't you worry about yourself instead&lt;br /&gt;Who are you? where ya been? where ya from?Gossip is burning on the tip of your tongueYou lie so much you believe yourselfJudge not lest yeBe judged yourself&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Holier than thouYou areHolier than thouYou areYou know not&lt;br /&gt;Before you judge me take a look at youCan't you find somethig better to doPoint the finger, slow to understandArrogance and ignorance go hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;It's not who you are it's who you knowOthers lives are the basis of your ownBurn your bridges build them back with wealthJudge not lest yeBe judged yourself&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, who the hell are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. The Unforgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New blood joins this earthAnd quickly he's subduedThrough constant pain disgraceThe young boy learns their rules&lt;br /&gt;With time the child draws inThis whipping boy done wrongDeprived of all his thoughtsThe young man struggles on and on he's knownA vow unto his ownThat never from this dayHis will they'll take away&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:What I've felt, what I've knownNever shined through what I've shownNever be, never seeWon't see what might have beenWhat I've felt, what I've knownNever shined through what I've shownNever free, never meSo I dub thee unforgiven&lt;br /&gt;They dedicate their livesTo running all of hisHe tries to please them allThis bitter man he is&lt;br /&gt;Throughout his life the sameHe's battled constantlyThis fight he cannot winA tired man they see no longer caresThe old man then preparesTo die regretfullyThat old man here is me&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;You labeled meI'll label youSo I dub the unforgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Wherever I May Roam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...and the road becomes my brideI have stripped of all but prideSo in her I do confideAnd she keeps me satisfiedGives me all I need&lt;br /&gt;...and with dust in throat I craveOnly knowledge will I saveTo the game you stay a slaveRover, wandererNomad, vagabondCall me what you will&lt;br /&gt;But I'll take my time anywhereFree to speak my mind anywhereAnd I'll redefine anywhereAnywhere I may roamWhere I lay my head is home&lt;br /&gt;...and the earth becomes my throneI adapt to the unknownUnder wandering stars I've grownBy myself but not aloneI ask no one&lt;br /&gt;...and my ties are severed cleanThe less I have the more I gainOff the beaten path I reignRover, wandererNomad, vagabondCall me what you will&lt;br /&gt;But I'll take my time anywhereI'm free to speak my mind anywhereAnd I'll never mind anywhereAnywhere I may roamWhere I lay my head is home&lt;br /&gt;But I'll take my time anywhereFree to speak my mindAnd I'll take my find anywhereAnywhere I may roamWhere I lay my head is home&lt;br /&gt;Carved upon my stoneMy body lie, but still I roam&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I may roam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Don't Tread on Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't tread on me&lt;br /&gt;Liberty or death, what we so proudly hailOnce you provoke her, rattling of her tailNever begins it, never, but once engaged...Never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Say... don't tread on me&lt;br /&gt;So be itThreaten no moreTo secure peace is to prepare for warSo be itSettle the scoreTouch me again for the wordsThat you'll hear evermore...&lt;br /&gt;Don't tread on me&lt;br /&gt;Love it or live it, she with the deadly biteQuick is the blue tongue, forked as lighting strikeShining with brightness, always on surveillanceThe eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance&lt;br /&gt;(Chours)&lt;br /&gt;So be itThreaten no moreTo secure peace is to prepare for warLiberty or death, what we so proudly hailOnce you provoke her, rattling on her tail&lt;br /&gt;(Chours without "Say... don't tread on me") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Throught the never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All that is, was and will beUniverse much too big to seeTime and space never endingDisturbing thoughts, questions pendingLimitations of human understandingToo quick to criticizeObligation to surviveWe hunger to be alive&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:All that is, everEver wasWill be everTwistingTurningThrough the never&lt;br /&gt;In the dark, see past our eyesPursuit of trhuth no matter where it liesGazing up to the breeze of the heavensOn a quest, meaning, reasonCame to be, how it begunAll alone in the family of the sunCuriosity teasing everyoneOn our home, third stone from the sun&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;On through the neverWe must goOn through the neverOut of theEdge of foreverWe must goOn through the neverThen never comes&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Nothing else Matters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A) So close no matter how farCouldn't be much more from the heartForever trusting who we areAnd nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;B) Never opened myself this wayLife is ours, we live it our wayAll these words I don't just sayAnd nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;C) Trust I seek and I find in youEvery day for us something newOpen mind for a different viewAnd nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Never cared for what they doNever cared for what they knowBut I know&lt;br /&gt;A)&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;B) &amp;amp; C)&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they sayNever cared for games they playNever cared for what they doNever cared for what they knowAnd I know&lt;br /&gt;So close no matter how farCouldn't be much more from the heartForever trusting who we areNo, nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Of Wolf and Man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Off through the new day's mist I runOff from the new day's mist I have comeI hunt therefore I amHarvest the landTaking of the fallen lambOff thruogh the new day's mist I runOff from the new day's mist I have comeWe shiftPulsing with the earthCompany we keepRoaming the land while you sleep&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Shape shift, nose to the windShape shift, feeling I've beenMove swift, all senses cleanEarth's giftBack to the meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;Bright is the moon high in starlightChill in the air cold as steel tonightWe shiftCall of the wildFear in your eyesIt's later than you realized&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I feel I changeBack to a better dayShape shiftHair stands on the back of my neckShape shiftIn wildness is the preservation of the worldSo seek the wolf in thyself *&lt;br /&gt;Shape shift, nose to the windShape shift, feeling I've beenMove swift, all senses cleanEarth's giftBack to the meaning of wolf and man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. The God that Failed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pride you tookPride you feelPride that you felt when you'd kneelNot the wordNot the loveNot what you thought from above&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Chorus:It feedsIt growsIt clouds all that you will knowDeceitDeceiveDecide just what you believe&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:I see faith in your eyesNever you hear the discouraging liesI hear faith in your criesBroken is the promise, betrayalThe healing hand held back by the deepened nailFollow the God that failed&lt;br /&gt;Find your peaceFind your sayFind the smooth road on your wayTrust you gaveA child to saveLeft you cold and him in grave&lt;br /&gt;(Pre-Chorus)(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Broken is the promise, betrayalThe healing hand held back by the deepened nailFollow the God that failed&lt;br /&gt;Pride you tookPride you feelPride that you felt when you'd kneelTrust you gaveA child to saveLeft you cold and him in grave&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. My Friend of Misery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You just stood there screamingFearing no one was listening to youThey say the empty can rattles the mostThe sound of your voice must soothe youHearing only what you want to hearAnd knowing only what you've heardYou, you're smothered in tragedyYou're out to save the world&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:MiseryYou insist that the weight of the worldShould be on your shouldersMiseryThere's much more to life than what you seeMy friend of misery&lt;br /&gt;You still stood there screamingNo one caring about these words you tellMy friend before your voice is goneOne man's fun is another's hellThese times are sent to try men's soulsBut something's wrong with all you seeYou you'll take it on all yourselfRemember, misery loves company&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;You just stood there creamingMy friend of misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. The Struggle Within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reaching out for something you've got to feelWhile clutching to what you had thought was realKicking at a dead horse pleases youNo way of showing your gratitudeSo many things you don't want to doWhat is it? what have you got to loseWhat the hellWhat is it you think you're gonna find?HypocriteBoredom sets into the boring mind&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Struggle within, it suits you fineStruggle within, your ruinStruggle within, you seal your own coffinStruggle within, the struggling within&lt;br /&gt;Home is not a home it becomes a hellTurning it into your prison cellAdvantages are taken, not handed outWhile you struggle inside your hellReaching outGrabbing for something you've got to feelClosing inThe pressure upon you is so real&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out for something you've got to feelWhile clutching to what you had thought was realWhat the hellWhat is it you think you're gonna find?HypocriteBoredom sets into the boring mind&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-858194065788701625?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/metallica-black-album-1991.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwKypaJrtI/AAAAAAAAABo/6Y6TytbVIIs/s72-c/black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-2844730668792368068</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 23:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T16:46:10.400-07:00</atom:updated><title>Load (1996)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwDNJaJrsI/AAAAAAAAABg/VZzA7WpTboo/s1600-h/load.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087945203420606146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwDNJaJrsI/AAAAAAAAABg/VZzA7WpTboo/s400/load.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Ain't my bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Outta my way, outta my dayOutta your mind and into mineinto no one, into not oneInto your step but outta time&lt;br /&gt;Head strong, what's wrongI've already heard this song before...You're outBut now it's time to kiss your ass good-byeDraggin me down, why you were aroundSo uselessIt ain't my fall, it ain't my call, it ain't my bitch&lt;br /&gt;Down on the sun, down and no funDown and out, where the hell ya beenDamn it all down, damn it unboundDamn it all down to hell again&lt;br /&gt;Stand tall, can't fallNever even bend it all before...You're outBut now it's time to kiss your ass good-byeDraggin me down, why you were aroundSo uselessIt ain't my fall, it ain't my call, it ain't my bitch&lt;br /&gt;Outta my way...&lt;br /&gt;Head strong, what's wrongI've already heard this song before...You're outBut now it's time to kiss your ass good-byeAnd now it's time to kiss your ass godd-bye...&lt;br /&gt;Draggin me down, why you were aroundSo uselessIt ain't my fall, it ain't my call, it ain't my bitch&lt;br /&gt;No way but down, why you were aroundNo foolin'It ain't my smile, it ain't my styleIt ain't my bitch&lt;br /&gt;It ain't my...Ain't mine... your kind...Your steepin outta timeAin't mine... your kind...Your steepin outta time&lt;br /&gt;Draggin me down, while you were aroundNo foolin'It ain't my fall, it ain't my call, it ain't my...Bitch... you ain't mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. 2 x 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm gonna make you, shake you, take youI'm gonna be the one who breaks youPut the screws to ya my wayCome on come onCome and make my day, make my day&lt;br /&gt;You got some hell to pay, I steal your thunderThe joy of violent movements pulls you underBite the bullet well hardYeah, but I die harder, so go too farToo far&lt;br /&gt;(Friction, fusion, retribution)I can't hear ya, talk ta meI can't hear ya, {so / come} talk ta meI can't hear ya, are you talkin' ta meI can't hear ya, are you talkin' ta me&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear ya, time ta meet my lordI can't hear ya, talk ta 2x4&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make you...Friction, fusion...&lt;br /&gt;It don't take no moreCome on, come on&lt;br /&gt;(Friction, fusion, retribution)I'm gonna make you talk to meI'm gonna take so talk to meI can't hear ya are you talkin' ta meI can't hear ya are you talking ta me&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear ya time ta meet my lordI can't hear ya talk ta...Talk ta 2x4She don't take no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. The house that Jack built&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Open door so I walk insideClose my eyes, find my place to hideAnd I shake as I take it inLet the show begin&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes just to have them closed againWell on my wayBt on my way to where I've beenIt swallows (follows) me as it takes me in its fogI twist away as I give this world the nod&lt;br /&gt;Open door so I walk insideClose my eyes, find my place to hideAnd I shake as I take it inLet the show begin&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes just to have them closed once againDon't want controlAs it takes me down and down and down againIs that the moonOr just a light that lights this dead end street?Is that you thereOr just another demon that I meet??&lt;br /&gt;The higher you walk, the farther you fallThe longer the walk, the farther you crawlMy body, my temple, this temple it tiltsStep into the house that Jack built&lt;br /&gt;Open door as I walk insideSwallow me so the pain subsidesAnd I shake as I take this inLet the show begin&lt;br /&gt;The higher you walk, the farther you fallThe longer the walk, the farther you crawlMy body, my temple, this temple it tiltsAs I am, I am, I am&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes...It swallows me...Is that you there?I twist away, away, away, away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Until it sleeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where do I take this pain of mine?I run but it stays right by my sideSo tear me open, pour me outThere's things inside that scream and shoutAnd the pain still hates meSo hold me, until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Just like the curse, just like the strayYou feed it once and now it staysNow it staysSo tear me open but bewareThere's things inside without a careAnd the dirt still stains meSo wash me until I'm clean&lt;br /&gt;It grips you, so hold meIt stains you, so hold meIt hates you, so hold meIt holds you, so hold me...Until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;So tell me why you've chosen meDon't want your grip, don't want your greedDon't want itI'll tear you open, make you goneNo more can you hurt anyoneAnd the fear still shakes meSo hold me, until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;It grips you, so hold meIt stains you, so hold meIt hates you, so hold meIt holds you, holds you, holds youUntil it sleeps...&lt;br /&gt;(I don't want it, want itwant it, want it, want it, no!)&lt;br /&gt;So tear me open but bewareThere's things inside without a careAnd the dirt still stains meSo wash me 'til I'm clean&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear me open, make you goneNo longer will you hurt anyoneAnd the hate still shapes meSo hold me, until it sleeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. King nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wish I may, wish I mightHave this wish I wish tonightAre you satisfied?Dig for gold, dig for fameYou dig to make your nameAre you pacified?&lt;br /&gt;All the wants you wasteAll the things you've chased&lt;br /&gt;And it all crashes downAnd you break your crownAnd you point your fingerBut there's no one around&lt;br /&gt;Just want one thingJust to play the kingBut the castle crumbledAnd you've left with just a name&lt;br /&gt;Where's your crown King nothing?Where's your crown?&lt;br /&gt;Hard and cold, bought and soldA heart hard as goldAre you satisfied?Wish I may, wish I mightYou wish your life awayAre you pascified?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I may, I wish I mightHave this wish I wish tonightI want that star, I want it nowI want it all and i don't care how&lt;br /&gt;Careful what you wishCareful what you sayCareful what you wishYou may regret itCareful what you wishYou just might get it&lt;br /&gt;Then it all crashes downAnd you break your crownAnd you point your fingerBut there's no one around&lt;br /&gt;And it all crashes downAnd you break your crownAnd you point your fingerBut there's no one around&lt;br /&gt;Where's your crown King Nothing?Nothing, no you're just nothingWhere's your crown King Nothing?No you're just nothingAbsolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Hero of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mama they try and break me)The window burns to lightThe way back homeA light that warmsN matter where they've gone&lt;br /&gt;They're off to find the hero of the dayBut what if they should fallBy someone's wicked way&lt;br /&gt;Still the window burnsTime so slowly turnsSomeone there is sighingKeepers of the flamesDo ya feel your name?Can't you hear your babies crying?&lt;br /&gt;(Mama they try and break me)(Still they try and break me)'Scuze me while I tend to how I feelThese things return to me that still seem real&lt;br /&gt;Now deservingly this easy chairBut the rocking stoppedBy wheels of despair&lt;br /&gt;Don't want your aidBut the fist I've madeFor years can't hold or feelNo, I'm not all meSo please excuse meWhile I tend to how I feel&lt;br /&gt;But now the dreams and waking screamsThat ever last the nightSo build the wall, behind the crawlAnd hide until it's lightSo can you hear your babies cryin' now?&lt;br /&gt;Still the window burnsTime so slowly turnsAnd someone there is sighingKeepers of the flamesCan't you feel your name?Can't you hear your babies crying?&lt;br /&gt;Mama they try and break meMama they try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Bleeding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm diggin' my wayI'm diggin' my way to somethin'I'm diggin' my way to somethin' betterI'm pushin' to stayI'm pushin' to stay with somethin'I'm pushin' to stay with somethin' better&lt;br /&gt;I'm sowing the seedsI'm sowing the seeds I takeI'm sowing the seeds I take for granted&lt;br /&gt;This thorn in my sideThis thorn in my side is from the treeThis thorn in my side is from the tree I've plantedIt tears me and I bleedAnd I bleed&lt;br /&gt;Caught under wheels rollI take the leashI'm bleeding meCan't stop to save my soulI take the leash that's bleeding meI'm bleeding meI can't take itCaught under wheels rollOh, the bleeding of meOf meThe bleeding of me&lt;br /&gt;Caught under wheels rollI take the leashI'm bleeding meCan't stop to save my soulI take the leash that's bleeding meI'm bleeding meI can't take itCaught under wheels rollOh, the bleeding of meOh, the bleeding of me&lt;br /&gt;I am the beast that bleeds the feastI am the bloodI am release&lt;br /&gt;Come make me pureBleed me a cureI'm caught, I'm caught, I'm caught underCaught under wheels rollI take that leaseI'm bleeding meCan't stop to save my soulI take the leash that's bleeding meI'm bleeding meI can't take itI can't take itI can't take itOh, the bleeding of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm diggin' my wayI'm diggin' my way to somethin'I'm diggin' my way to somethin' better&lt;br /&gt;I'm pushin' to stayI'm pushin' to stay with somethin'I'm pushin' to stay with somethin' betterWith somethin' better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The man takes another bulletHe keeps them all withinHe must seek, no matter how it hurtsSo don't fool again&lt;br /&gt;He thinks the answer is cold and in his handHe takes his medicineThe man take another bulletHe's been fooled again&lt;br /&gt;Uncross your arms and takeAnd throw them to the cure, say...I do believeUncross your arms nowTake 'em to it, say...I do believe&lt;br /&gt;The lies tempt her and she followsAgain she lets him inShe must believe to fill the hollowShe's been fooled again&lt;br /&gt;Betting on the cureCause it must get better than thisBetting on the cureYeah everyone's got to have the sickness'Cause everyone seems to need the curePrecious cure&lt;br /&gt;I do believe&lt;br /&gt;Betting on the cureYeah, it must be better than thisNeed to feel secureYeah, it's gonna better than thisIt must be better than thisBetting on the cure&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everyone's got to have the sickness'Cause everyone seems to need the cure&lt;br /&gt;I do believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Poor twisted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh poor twisted meOh poor twisted meI feast on sympathyI chew on sufferI chew on agonySwallow whole the painOh it's too good to beThat all this miseryIs just for oh poor twisted me&lt;br /&gt;Poor mistreated mePoor mistreated meI drown without a seaLung fills with sorrow,Lungs fill with miseryInhaling the deep dark blueOh woah is meSuch a burden to beThe poor mistreated me&lt;br /&gt;To finally reach the shoreSurvive the stormNow you're bare and coldThe sea was warmSo warm, you bathe your soul again&lt;br /&gt;Good to feel my friendOh woah is meSuch a burden to beOh poor twisted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10.Wasting my hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good day, how doAnd I send a smile to youDon't waste, waste your breathAnd I won't waste my hate on you&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna waste my hateAin't gonna waste my hate on youI think I'll keep it for myselfAin't gonna give no moreAin't got the time to help you scoreI think it's time ya pleased yourself&lt;br /&gt;Think you're worthy nowThink enough to even raise the browAnd to laugh and tip that two pronged crown&lt;br /&gt;Well, I see my hands, I see my feetI feel that blood that pumps in beatBut where the hell's my mind goin' now?&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna waste my hateBut I'm so greedy when they say(It's) better to give than to receive&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna waste my hateNo, no ain't got time to waste my hate on youI think I'll keep it all for myself&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll keep it for myself&lt;br /&gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Mama said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mama she has taught me wellTold me when I was young:"Son your life's an open book""Don't close it before it's done"&lt;br /&gt;"The brightest flame burns quickest"Is what I heard they sayA son's heart's owned to motherBut I must find my way&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart goLet your son growMama let my heart goOr let this heart be still&lt;br /&gt;Rebel my new last nameWild blood in my veinsApron strings around my neckThe mark that still remains&lt;br /&gt;Left home at an early ageOf what I heard was wrongI never ask forgivenessBut what I said is done&lt;br /&gt;Never I ask of you but never I gaveBut you gave me your emptinessAnd now take to my graveSo let this heart be still&lt;br /&gt;Mama now I'm coming homeI'm not all you wished of meBut a mother's love for her sonUnspoken, hear me be&lt;br /&gt;I took your love for grantedAnd all the things you said to meI need your arms to welcome meBut a cold stone's all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. Thorn within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forgive me FatherFor I have sinnedFind me guiltyOf the life I feel within&lt;br /&gt;(And) when I'm brandedThis mark of shameShould I look down disgracedOr straight ahead and know that you must blame&lt;br /&gt;I am, I am the secretI am, I am the sinI am, I am the guiltyAnd I, I am the thorn within&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me FatherFor I have sinnedFind me guiltyWhen true guilt is from within&lt;br /&gt;So point your fingersPoint right at meFor I am shadows and will follow meOne and the same are we&lt;br /&gt;I do your timeI take your fallI'm branded guiltyFor us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Story starts, quiet townSmall town boy, big time frownNever talks, never playsDifferent path, lost his way&lt;br /&gt;Then streets of red, red I'm afraidThere's no confetti, no paradeNothing happens in this boring placeBut oh my god, how it all did changeNow they all prayBlood stain wash away&lt;br /&gt;He said "lost my way"This bloody dayLost my wayI heard him, he said "lost my way"This bloody dayLost my wayAll things wash awayBut blood stained the sun red today&lt;br /&gt;I always said somethin' wrongWith little strange Ronnie LongNever laughed, never smileHe talked alone for miles, miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;Gallow calls, son I sayKeep your smile, and laugh all dayThink once again, in this boring placeFor little boys, how the soon changeNow they all prayBlood stains wash away&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well all the green things will dieWhen Ronnie move to the placeHe said: "Don't you dare askWhy I'm cursed to wear this face"&lt;br /&gt;But now we all know whyThe children called him Ronnie FrownWhen he pulled that gun from his pocketThey'd all fall down&lt;br /&gt;He screamed "lost my way"This bloody dayLost my wayAll things wash awayBut blood stained the sun red today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-2844730668792368068?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/load-1996.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwDNJaJrsI/AAAAAAAAABg/VZzA7WpTboo/s72-c/load.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-7745056366128755589</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T16:39:57.046-07:00</atom:updated><title>ReLoad (1997)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwBuJaJrrI/AAAAAAAAABY/aDPRGCv4VOM/s1600-h/reload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087943571333033650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwBuJaJrrI/AAAAAAAAABY/aDPRGCv4VOM/s400/reload.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Fuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Give me fuel, give me fireGive me that which I desire&lt;br /&gt;Turn on, I see redAdrenaline crash and crack my headNitro junkie, paint me deadAnd I see red&lt;br /&gt;A hundred plus through Black and WhiteWar horse, warheadFuck 'em man, white knuckles tightThrough Black and White&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Uh, on I burnFuel is pumping enginesBurning hard, loose and clean&lt;br /&gt;And on I burnChurning my directionQuench my thirst with gasoline&lt;br /&gt;So gimme fuel, gimme fireGimme that which I desire&lt;br /&gt;Turn on beyond the boneSwallow future, spit out homeBurn your face upon the crome&lt;br /&gt;Take the corner, join the crashHeadlights, headlinesAnother Junkie lives too fastYeah, lives way too fast, fast, fast&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;White knuckle tight!&lt;br /&gt;Gimmie fuel.... On I burn, on and onGimmie fire.... On I burn, on and onMy desire....&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;On I burn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. The Memory Remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fortune, fame, mirror vainGone insane but the memory remains&lt;br /&gt;Heavy rings on fingers waveAnother star denies the graveSee the nowhere crowdCry the nowhere tears of honorLike twisted vines that growHide and swallow mansions wholeAnd dim the ligth of an already faded Prima Donna&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Fortune, fame, mirror vainGone insaneFortune, fame, mirror vainGone insane but the memory remains&lt;br /&gt;Heavy rings hold cigarettesUp to lips that time forgetsWhile the Hollywood sunSets behind your backAnd can't the band play on?Just listen, they play my songAsh to ash, dust to dustFade to black&lt;br /&gt;Fortune, fame, mirror vainGone insaneFortune, fame, mirror vainGone insane&lt;br /&gt;Dance, little tin goddess&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da ...&lt;br /&gt;Drift away, fade awayLittle tin goddessAsh to ash, dust to dustFade to black&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Ash to ash, dust to dustFades to blackThe memories remainTo this faded Prima Donna&lt;br /&gt;Dance, little tin goddess, dance&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da ...&lt;br /&gt;Say yes, at least say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Devil's Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A) Yeah, I feel you too(Feel), those things you doIn your eyes I see a fire that burnsTo free the youThat's wanting throughDeep inside you knowSeeds I plant will grow&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:One day you will seeAnd dare to come down to meYeah, c'mon, c'mon now take the chanceThat's right, let's dance&lt;br /&gt;Snake, I am the snakeTempting, that bite you takeLet me make your mindLeave yourself behindBe not afraidI've got what you needHunger I will feed&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)Ha, ha, come dance&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, come dancin'&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. The Unforgiven II &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lay beside me, tell me what they've doneAnd speak the words I want to hearTo make my demons runThe door is locked nowBut it's opened if you're trueIf you can understand the meThen I can understand the you&lt;br /&gt;Lay beside me, under wicked skyThrough black of day, dark of nightWe share this paralyizeThe door cracks openBut there's no sun shining throughBlack heart scarring darker stillBut there's no sun shining throughNo, there's no sun shining throughNo, there's no sun shining&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:What I've felt, what I've knownTurn the pages, turn to stoneBehind the door, should I open it for you?What I've felt, what I've knownSick and tired, I stand aloneCould you be there?'Cause I'm the one who waits for youOr are you unforgiven too?&lt;br /&gt;Come lay beside me, this won't hurt I swearShe loves me not, she loves me stillBut she'll never love againShe lay beside meBut she'll be there when I'm goneBlack heart scarring darker stillYeah, she'll be there when I'm goneYeah, she'll be there when I'm goneDead sure she'll should be there&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Lay beside me, tell me what I've doneThe door is closed, so are your eyesBut now I see the sunNow I see the sunYes, now I see it&lt;br /&gt;What I've felt, what I've knownTurn the pages, turn to stoneBehind the door, should I open it for you?Yeah, what I've felt, what I've knownSo sick and tired, I stand aloneCould you be there?'Cause I'm the one who waitsThe one who waits for you&lt;br /&gt;What I've felt, what I've knownTurn the pages, turn to stoneBehind the door, should I open it for you?(So I dub thee unforgiven)What I've felt, oh, what I've knownI take this key and I bury it in you(Never be, I'll label you)Because you're unforgiven tooNever be, never me'Cause you're unforgiven too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Better than You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I look at you, then you meHungry and thirsty I waitHolding the lion's shareHolding the keyHolding me back'Cause I'm striving to be...&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Better than youBetter than you&lt;br /&gt;Lock horns, I push and I striveSome how I feel more aliveBury the need for itBury the seedBury me deepWhen there's no will to be...&lt;br /&gt;(Estribillo)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't stop this train from rollin'Oh, nothing brings me downNo, can't stop this train from rollin', no, no, noNo, no, forever only no...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't stop this train from rollin'Oh, you can't take it downNo, never stop this locomotion, no, no, noNo, no, you can't bring it down 'cause I'm...&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus x2)Much better than you...&lt;br /&gt;(Chours)Better than you&lt;br /&gt;Better than, better thanBetter than, better than you&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop this train from rollin'&lt;br /&gt;Forever on and on and onForever on and on, on&lt;br /&gt;Better than you...&lt;br /&gt;Better than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Slither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chorus:Don't go looking for snakes you might find themDon't send your eyes to the sun you might blind themHaven't I seen you here before?&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, watch the puppets dancin'Yeah, see the clowns fall downHey, tie your tap shoes tightlyYeah, and wear them into town&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2:See you crawlin'...See you crawlin' in...&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)There ain't no heroes here...no....no more&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, play the game so nicelyOh, check, its your move nowYeah, we're standing in this jungleYeah, with serpents I have found&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 2)&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)Have your heroes disappeared?&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 2)&lt;br /&gt;So (Chorus)No there ain't no heroes here, no no&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I seen you here before?No there ain't no heroes here.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go looking for snakes you might find them...Haven't I seen you here before?Have your heroes disappeared?&lt;br /&gt;Don't send your eyes to the sun you might blind them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Carpe Diem Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hit dirt, shake treeSplit sky, part sea&lt;br /&gt;A) Strip smile, lose coolBleed the day and break the rule&lt;br /&gt;B) Live, win, dare, failEat the dirt and bite the nail&lt;br /&gt;Then make me miss you...Then make me miss you...&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:So wash your face away with dirtIt don't feel good until it hurtsSo take this world and shake itCome squeeze and suck the day&lt;br /&gt;Come carpe diem, baby&lt;br /&gt;Draw Lead, piss wineSink teeth, all mine&lt;br /&gt;Stoke fire, break neckSuffer through this, cheat on death&lt;br /&gt;C) Hug the curve, lose the timeTear the map and shoot the sign&lt;br /&gt;Then make me miss you...(Oh, yeah)Then make me miss you...&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Come carpe diem, baby&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Suck it!&lt;br /&gt;B), A) &amp;amp; C)&lt;br /&gt;Then make me miss you... (Come on, Come on)Then make me miss you...&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Come make me miss you...Come carpe diem babyCome carpe diem baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Bad Seed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bad...&lt;br /&gt;Come clean, 'fess upTell all, spill gutOff the veil, stand revealedShow the cardsBring it onBreak the seal&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentleman, step right up andsee the man who told the truth&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Swing the noose againPeirce the apple skin&lt;br /&gt;You bit more than you needNow you're choking on the bad seedOn the bad seed, ahhh choking&lt;br /&gt;Let on, load offConfess, cast offAt the mercy, the cat is outDrop the disguiseSpit it up, spit it out&lt;br /&gt;And now, what you've all been waiting for,I give you He Who Suffers The Truth&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you bit more than you needNow you're chokin' on the bad seedChokin' on the bad seed, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Off the vieil, stand revealedBring it on, break the SealAt the mercy, cat is outSpit it up, spit it outSpit it up, spit it outSpit it out now&lt;br /&gt;At the mercy...&lt;br /&gt;Swing the noose againPeirce the apple skinYou bit more than you need, Choking on the seed&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you bit more than you needNow you're chokin' on the...Chokin' , chikin'Chokin' on the bad seed, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Off the vieil...&lt;br /&gt;Chokin' on the bad, bad, badBad, bad, bad seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Where the Wild Things Are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So wake up sleepy one...It's time to save your world...&lt;br /&gt;Steal dreams and give to youShoplift a thought or twoAll children touch the sunBurn fingers one by one, by one...&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Will this earth be good to youKeep you clean or stain through....&lt;br /&gt;So wake up sleepy oneIt's time to save your worldYou're where the wild things are, yeahToy soldiers off to war&lt;br /&gt;Big eyes to open soonBelieving all under sun and moonBut does heaven know you're here?And did they give you smiles or tears?No, no tears&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;So wake up...&lt;br /&gt;(Back Ground Vocals)&lt;br /&gt;You swing your ???ass all down???Hand puppets storm the baseFlags up now cannons rageHand puppets storm the baseCall to arms the trumpets soundFlags up now cannons rageAll clowns head for the rearSlingshots fire to the airToy horses start the chargeAll clowns head for the rearSlingshots fire to the airSlip into the edge of deathRobots, chessmen standing guardCrossfire to the marionettesSlip into the edge of deathCrossfire to the marionettes&lt;br /&gt;We Shall Never Surrender!!&lt;br /&gt;Only children touch the sunBurn your fingers one by one&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;So wake up sleepy one...Off to war, off to warOff to war&lt;br /&gt;So close your little eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Low Man's Lyric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My eyes seek realityMy fingers seek my veinsTheres a dog at your back stepHe must come in from the rain&lt;br /&gt;I fall cause I let goThe net below has rot awaySo my eyes seek realityAnd my fingers seek my veins&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:The trash fire is warmBut nowhere safe from the stormAnd I can't bare to seeWhat I've let me beSo wicked and worn&lt;br /&gt;So as I write to youOf what is done and to doMaybe you'll understandAnd won't cry for this man'Cause low man is due&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;My eyes seek realityMy fingers feel for faithTouch clean with a dirty handI touched the clean to the waste&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me x3&lt;br /&gt;So low the sky is all I seeAll I want from you is forgive meSo you bring this poor dog in from the rainThough he just wants right back out again&lt;br /&gt;And I cry, to the alley wayConfess all to the rainBut I lie, lie straight to the mirrorThe one I've broken, to match my face&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me x2&lt;br /&gt;So low the sky...&lt;br /&gt;My eyes seek realityMy fingers seek my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suppose I say I'm never satisfiedSuppose I say you cut some rootTo make the tree survive&lt;br /&gt;Bridge 1:Just let me kill you for a whileJust let me kill you for a smileJust let me kill you onceI'm oh so bored to death&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Ohhhh, I hungerI hungerI eat&lt;br /&gt;Born Into AttitudeAsleep at the wheelThrow all your bullets in the fireAnd run like hellWhy cure the fever?What ever happened to sweat?&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I say the vultures smile at meSuppose I say I've sent them downAnd they plan to pick you clean&lt;br /&gt;Bridge 2:And satifaction this way comesAnd satifaction this way comesAnd satifaction's here and gone, goneYeah gone again&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)And stand there&lt;br /&gt;Born Into AttitudeTwist mother tongueThrow all your bullets in the fireAnd run like hellWhy cure the fever?What ever happened to sweat?&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge 1) for meI'm bored to death&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge 2)gone again&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)And stand there&lt;br /&gt;Born Into AttitudeTwist mother tongueThrowing all your bullets in the fireAnd run like hellWhy cure the fever?What ever happened to sweat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. Fixxxer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pinsOne for each of us and our sins&lt;br /&gt;So you lay us in a linePush your pins they make us humbleOnly you can tell in timeIf we fall or mearly stumble&lt;br /&gt;But tell meChorus:Can you heal what father's done?Or fix this hole in mother's son?Can you heal the broken worlds within?Can you strip away so we may start again?&lt;br /&gt;Tell meCan you heal what father's done?Or cut this rope and let us run?Just when all seems fineAnd I'm pain freeYou jab another pinJab another pin in me&lt;br /&gt;Mirror, mirror upon the wallBreak the spell or become the doll&lt;br /&gt;See you sharpening the pinsSo the holes will remind usWe're just the toys in the hands of anotherAnd in time, the needles turn from shine to rust&lt;br /&gt;But tell me(Chorus)Jab it&lt;br /&gt;Here come the pins&lt;br /&gt;Blood for face, sweat for dirtThree X's for the stoneTo break this curse a ritual's dueI believe I'm not aloneShell of shotgun, pint of ginNumb us up to shield the pinsRenew our faith, which way we can&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love with life again (x3)To fall in love (x2)To fall in love with life again&lt;br /&gt;So tell me(Chorus)No more pins in me&lt;br /&gt;No more, no more pins in meNo more, no more pins in meNo more, no more, no moreNo, no, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-7745056366128755589?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/reload-1997.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpwBuJaJrrI/AAAAAAAAABY/aDPRGCv4VOM/s72-c/reload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-3163633223328914949</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T13:41:10.137-07:00</atom:updated><title>Garage Inc. (1998)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpvXhpaJrqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8yRt5K_Gw74/s1600-h/garage-inc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087897177096302242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpvXhpaJrqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8yRt5K_Gw74/s400/garage-inc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cd1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Free speech for the dumb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Free speech, free speech for the dumbFree speech, free speech for the dumbFree speech, free speech for the dumbFree fuckin' speech&lt;br /&gt;Free speech, free speech for the dumbFree speech, free speech for the dumbFree speech, free speech for the dumbFree fuckin' speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. It's electric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm gonna be a rock and roll starGotta groove from night to dayGotta blow my honey jarGonna blow my blues awayI'm gonna make a standGonna make a millionGonna make it with youI'm gonna be wild my friendI gotta push it through&lt;br /&gt;It's electricIt's electricIt's electricIt's electric&lt;br /&gt;I stop on red but I leave on amberDanger paves my wayI'm gonna make it my friendGonna make it todayGonna kick the dust from my heelsDown the highway I goGonna get the stars from my pride(?)Make it in a rock and roll show&lt;br /&gt;It's electricIt's electricIt's electricIt's electric&lt;br /&gt;I stop on red but I leave on amberDanger paves my wayI'm gonna make it my friendGonna make it todayGonna kick the dust from my heelsDown the highway I goGonna get the stars from my pride(?)Make it in a rock and roll show&lt;br /&gt;It's electricIt's electricIt's electricIt's electric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Sabbra Cadabra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feel so good I feel so fine,Love that little lady always on my mindShe gives me lovin' ev'ry night and dayNever gonna leave her, never goin' away&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love me,You know she makes me feel all right (all right)Someone to need me,Love me ev'ry single night&lt;br /&gt;Feel so happy since I met that girl,When we're making loveIt's something out of this worldFeels so good to know that she's all mineGonna love that woman 'till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Someone to live for,Love me 'till the end of timeShe makes me feel happy,It's good to know that she's all mine&lt;br /&gt;I am the world that hidesThe universal secret of all timeDestruction of the empty spacesIs my one and only crimeI've lived a thousand timesI found out what it means to be believedThe thoughts and imagesThe unborn child that never was conceived&lt;br /&gt;You gotta believe meHey, I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know, it's hard for youTo know the reason whyAnd I know you'll understandMore when it's time to dieDon't believe the life you haveWill be the only oneYou have to let your body sleepTo let your soul live on&lt;br /&gt;Feel so happy since I met that girl,When we're making loveIt's something out of this worldFeels so good to know that she's all mineGonna love that woman 'till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Someone to live for,Love me 'till the end of timeShe makes me feel happy,It's good to know that she's all mine (she's all mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Turn the page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soon be wanderingThe way they always do.When you're riding sixteen hours,And there's On a long and lonesome highwayEast of Omaha,You can listen to the enginesMoanin' out as one note song.You can think about the womanOr the girl you knew the night before.&lt;br /&gt;But your thoughts will nothing much to do,And you don't feel much like ridingYou just wish the trip was through.&lt;br /&gt;Chorus A:Here I am - on the road againHere I am - up on the stageThere I go - playing star againThere I go - turn the page&lt;br /&gt;So you walk into this restaurantStrung out from the road,And you feel the eyes upon youAs you're shaking off the cold.You pretend it doesn't bother youBut you just want to explode.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talkOther times you can.Oh, the same old clichès"Is it woman? Is it man?"And you always seem outnumberedYou don't dare make a standMake your stand...&lt;br /&gt;Chorus B:Here I am - on the road againThere I am - up on the stageHere I go - playing star againThere I go - turn the page&lt;br /&gt;Out there in the spotlightYou're a million miles away.Every ounce of energyYou try and give away.As the sweat pours out your bodyLike the music that you play&lt;br /&gt;Later in the eveningAs you lie awake in bedWith the echoes of the amplifiersRinging in your headYou smoke the day's last cigaretteRemembrin' what she saidWhat she said...&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus B)&lt;br /&gt;There I go - there I go......And I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Die die my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Die, die, die my darling,Don't utter a single wordDie, die, die my darlingJust shut your pretty mouth&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing you againI'll be seeing you in hell&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry to me oh babyYour future's in an oblong boxDon't cry to me oh babyShould have seen it a-coming onDon't cry to me oh babyI don't know it was in your powerDon't cry to me oh babyDead-end girl for a dead-end guyDon't cry to me oh babyNow your life drains on the floorDon't cry to me oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Die, die, die my darlingDon't utter a single wordDie, die, die my darlingShut your pretty mouth&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing you againI'll be seeing you in hell&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry to me oh babyDie, die, die my darlingDon't cry to me oh babyDie, die, die my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Loverman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's a devil waiting outside your door...How much longer?There's a devil waiting outside your doorIt is bucking and braying and pawing at the floorAnd he's howling with pain and crawling up the wallsThere's a devil waiting outside your doorAnd he's weak with the evil and broken by the worldHe's shouting your name and he's asking for moreThere's a devil waiting outside your door&lt;br /&gt;Loverman! Since the world beganForever Amen, till end of time,Take off that dress I'm coming downI'm your lovermanCause I am what I am what I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;L is for Love, babyO for Only you that I doV is for loving Virtually all that you areE is for loving almost Everything that you doR is for Rape meM is for Murder meA is for Answering all of my prayersN is for kNowing your loverman's going to bethe answer to all of yours&lt;br /&gt;Loverman! Till the bitter endWhile empires burn downForever and ever and ever and everAmen I'm your lovermanSo help me, baby so help meCause I am what I am what I am what I amI'll be your loverman!&lt;br /&gt;There's a devil crawling along your floorThere's a devil crawling along your floorWith a trembling heart, he's coming through your doorWith his straining sex in his jumping pawThere's a devil crawling along your floorAnd he's old and he's stupid and he's hungry and he's soreAnd he's lame and he's blind and he's dirty and he's poorGive him moreThere's a devil crawling along your floor&lt;br /&gt;Loverman! Here I standForever, AmenCause I am what I am what I am what I amForgive me, babyMy hands are tiedAnd I got no choice, no, no, noNo, I got no choice at all&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it again&lt;br /&gt;L is for Love, babyO is for Oh yes I doV is for Virtue, so I ain't gonna hurt youE is for Even if you want me toR is for Render unto me, babyM is for that which is MimeA is for Any old how, darlingN is for aNy old time&lt;br /&gt;There's a devil lying by your sideYou might think he's asleepBut take look at his eyesHe wants you, baby, to be his brideThere's a devil lying by your side&lt;br /&gt;Loverman! Loverman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Whiskey in the jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Satan's Fall&lt;br /&gt;They're walking by the nightThe moon has frozen blueLong black coats a shelter for the rainTheir load must get through&lt;br /&gt;Now bats are leaving their treesThey're joining the callSeven satanic Hell preachersHeading for the hall&lt;br /&gt;Bringing the blood of a newborn childGot to succeed, if not it's Satan's fall&lt;br /&gt;Curse of the Pharaohs&lt;br /&gt;Away out in Egypt in the valley of kingsWhere the mummified pharaohsPretend dead in their sleep&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch, never ever stealUnless you're in for the killOr you'll be hit by the curse of the pharaohsYes, you'll be hit and the curse is on you&lt;br /&gt;The curse of the pharaohs can be so deadlyOr just destroying your futureMakin' it all shady&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch, never ever stealUnless you're in for the kill (in for the kill)Or you'll be hit by the curse of the pharaohsYes you'll be hit and the curse is on you&lt;br /&gt;A Corpse without Soul&lt;br /&gt;Listen (listen, listen)I'm a corpse, I'm a corpseI'm a corpse without soulSatan (Satan, Satan)He's taken, he's takenHe's taken his tollHe took it on me&lt;br /&gt;I (I, I)I'm trapped, I'm trappedI'm trapped in his spellTonight (tonight, tonight)I'm going, I'm goingI'm going to HellInside his spell&lt;br /&gt;Into the Coven&lt;br /&gt;Howl like a wolfAnd a witch will open the doorFollow me and meetOur high priestess&lt;br /&gt;Come, come into my covenAnd become Lucifer's child&lt;br /&gt;Undress until you're nakedAnd put on this white coatTake this white cross and goTo the center of the ring&lt;br /&gt;Come, come into my covenAnd become Lucifer's child&lt;br /&gt;Evil&lt;br /&gt;I was born on the cemeteryUnder the sign of the moonRaised from my grave by the deadI was made a mercenaryIn the legions of HellNow I'm king of pain, I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;You know my only pleasureIs to hear you cryI'd love to hear you cryI'd love to see you dieAnd I'll be the firstTo watch your funeralAnd I'll be the last to leaveI'd love to hear you cry&lt;br /&gt;And when you're down beyond the groundI'll dig up your body againAnd make love to shameOh lady cry, and say goodbye (goodbye)Oh lady cry, and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta say goodbye'Cause I will eat your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Astronomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burstOut at you from their hiding placeLike acid and oil on a madman's faceHis reason tends to fly away&lt;br /&gt;Like lesser birds on the four windsLike silver scrapes in MayNow the sands become a crustAnd most of you have gone away&lt;br /&gt;Come Susy dear, let's take a walkJust out there upon the beachI know you'll soon be marriedAnd you want to know where the winds come from&lt;br /&gt;Well it's never said at allOn the map that Carrie readsBehind the clock back there you knowAt the four winds bar&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, heyFour winds at the four winds barTwo doors locked and windows barredOne door let to take you inThe other one just mirrors itHey, hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;In hellish glare and inferenceThe other one's a duplicateThe queenly flux, eternal lightOr the light that never warmsYes, a light that never, never warmsYes, a light that never, never warmsNever warms, never warms&lt;br /&gt;The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burstOut at you from their hiding placeMiss Carrie nurse and Susy dearWould find themselves at the four winds bar&lt;br /&gt;It's the nexus of the crisisAnd the origin of stormsJust the place to hopelesslyEncounter time and then came meHey, hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Call me Desdenova, eternal lightThese gravely digs of mineWill surely prove a sightAnd don't forget my dog, fixed and consequent&lt;br /&gt;Astronomy...a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Tuesday's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Train, roll on, on down the lineWon't you, please, take me far, far awayNow I feel the wind blow outside my doorI'm, I'm leaving my woman at home&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's gone with the windYeah, my baby's gone, gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know, where I'm goingI just want to be left aloneWhen this train ends I'll try again oh,But I'm leaving my woman at homeMy baby's gone&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Tuesday's gone with the windTuesday's gone with the windTuesday's gone with the windMy baby's gone with the windTrain, roll on&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Train rolls on&lt;br /&gt;Train, roll on many miles from my homeSee I'm, I'm riding my blues babe, blues awayTuesday, you see that she had to be freeBut somehow I've got to, to carry onMy baby's gone&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Train, roll on, train, roll onRide on, train, ride on, trainRide on, train, train ride, train ride onTrain rolls on but train, he rolls onTrain, roll on, train, roll onLord I can't change, Lord I can't changeI can't change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10.The more I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From where I stand I seePain suffering and misery&lt;br /&gt;The more I see (the more I see)The less, the less I believe&lt;br /&gt;From where I stand I seeHate violence and war&lt;br /&gt;The more I see (the more I see)The less the less I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cd2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Am I evil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother was a witch, she was burned aliveThankless little bitch, for the tears I criedTake her down now, don't want to see her faceAll blistered and burnt, can't hide my disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Twenty-seven, everyone was niceGotta see 'em make 'em pay the priceSee their bodies out on the iceTake my time&lt;br /&gt;Am I evil? Yes I amAm I evil? I am man, yes I am&lt;br /&gt;As I watched my mother die, I lost my headRevenge now I sought, to break with my breadTaking no chances, you come with meI'll split you to the bone, help set you free&lt;br /&gt;(Estribillo)&lt;br /&gt;On with the action now, I'll strip your prideI'll spread your blood around, I'll see you rideYour face is scarred with steel, wounds deep and neatLike a double dozen before ya, smells so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Am I evil? Yes I amAm I evil? I am man&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my residence, I'll watch your fireYou can come with me, sweet desireMy face is long forgot, my face not my ownSweet and timely whore, take me home&lt;br /&gt;Am I evil? Yes I amAm I evil? I am man&lt;br /&gt;My soul is longing for, await my heirSent to avenge my mother, sweep myselfMy face is long forgot, my face not my ownSweet and timely whore, take me home&lt;br /&gt;Am I evil? Yes I amAm I evil? I am man&lt;br /&gt;Am I evil? Yes I fucking amAm I evil? I am man, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Blitzkrieg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let us have peace, let us have life,Let us escape the cruel nightLet us have time, let the sun shine,Let us beware the deadly sign&lt;br /&gt;The day is coming, armageddon's near,Inferno's coming, can we survive the blitzkriegThe blitzkrieg, the blitzkrieg&lt;br /&gt;Save us from fate, save us from hate,Save ourselves before it's too lateCome to our need, hear our plea,Save ourselves before the Earth bleeds&lt;br /&gt;The day is dawning, the time is near,Aliens calling, can we survive the blitzkrieg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Breadfan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Breadfan, open up your mind, open up your purse,Open up your bones, never, never gonna lose itBreadfan, take it all away, never give an inch,Gotta make a mint, gotta make me a millionBreadfan, you got it wrong,Some long time friend's gonna lose it,Iin the end, who's a foolSeagull, give it all away,Stay a bird, stay a man,Stay a ghost, stay what you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Loser, give it all away, never stay with the winner,With the man with all the filthy moneyCome on, keep it on the side, with a rideOn a record on the top, if you're gonna be a bad boyBreadfan, you got it wrong,Some long time friend's gonna lose it,Iin the end, who's a foolSeagull, give it all away,Stay a bird, stay a man,Stay a ghost, stay what you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Breadfan, open up your mind, open up your purse,Open up your bones, never, never gonna lose itBreadfan, take it all away, never give an inch,Gotta make a mint, gotta make me a millionBreadfan, you got it wrong,Some long time friend's gonna lose it,In the end, who's a foolSeagull, give it all away,Stay a bird, stay a man,Stay a ghost, stay what you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. The prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I see his face, I see his smileSuch a lonely place, no golden mileEyes tell of morbid tales,Of his black heartHis deeds through ages past tell of his part&lt;br /&gt;See his face, see his smileTime to die, o-oh, no-oh, no-oh&lt;br /&gt;Angel from below, change my dreamsI want for glory's hour, for wealth's esteemI wish to sell my soul, to be rebornI wish for earthly riches, don't want no crown of thorns&lt;br /&gt;See his face, see his smileTime to die, o-oh, o-oh, no-oh&lt;br /&gt;I was born a fool, don't want to stay that wayDevil take my soul, with diamonds you repayI don't care for heaven, so don't you look for me to cryAnd I will burn in hell, from the day I die&lt;br /&gt;See his face, see his smileTime to die, o-oh, no-oh, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10.Stone Cold crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning,I was dreaming I was Al CaponeRumours going round, gotta clear out of town,Smell like a dry fishboneHere come the law, gonna break down the door,Carry me away once moreNever, never, never want it anymore,Gotta get away from this stone cold floorCrazy, stone cold crazy, you know&lt;br /&gt;Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon,And she's playing on my slide tromboneAnymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore,Gotta get away from this stone cold floorCrazy, stone cold crazy, you know&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet,Fully loaded Tommy gunHere come the deputy, try fucking getting me,Gotta fucking get up and runThey got the sirens loose, I ran right out of juiceThey're gonna put me in a cell,If I can't go to heaven, let me go to hellCrazy, stone cold crazy, you know, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11.So What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So fucking what!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton,I've been to Eastbourne tooSo what, so whatAnd I've been here, I've been there,I've been every fucking whereSo what, so whatSo what, so what, you boring little cunt&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares, who cares what you doYeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Well, I fucked a queen, I fucked Bach,I've even sucked an old man's cockSo what, so whatAnd I fucked a sheep, I fucked a goat,I rammed my cock right down its throatSo what, so whatSo what, so what, you boring little fuck&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares, who cares what you doAnd, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;And I've drunk that, I've drunk this,I've spewed up on a pint of pissSo what, so whatI've had scank, I've had speed,I've jacked up until I bleedSo what, so whatSo what, so what, you boring little cunt&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares, who cares what you doYeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I've had crabs, I've had lice,I've had the clap and that ain't niceSo what, so whatI fucked this, I fucked that,I've even fucked a school girl's twatSo what, so whatSo what, so what, you boring little fuck&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares, who cares what you doAnd, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;So fucking what! Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12.Killing time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sound of gunfire comes through the night,Killing and hatred, it's a terrible sightReports come in of the heavy attack,Message is seen, we're moving back&lt;br /&gt;Preparations are made for the journey back,Hints a survival, supplies are packedNo more nights in this eternal hell,Destination is simple, we move out&lt;br /&gt;Killing time - You left from the lineKilling time - Your turn to killKilling time - What do you say?Killing time - Aaha, killing time&lt;br /&gt;And he knew what he needed to keep us alive,No time for cowardice, kill and surviveLike a killer kid with a switchblade knife,Nasty word, he'll take your life&lt;br /&gt;The silence is over, they attack again,Killing and hatred drive me insaneReports come in of a heavy attack,Message is seen, we're moving back&lt;br /&gt;Killing time - You left from the lineKilling time - Your turn to killKilling time - What do you say?Killing time - Aaha, killing time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. Overkill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only way to feel the noiseIs when it's good and loudSo good I can't believe itScreamin' with the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Don't sweat itGive it back to youDon't sweat itGive it back to youOverkillOverkillOverkillShut up&lt;br /&gt;On your feet you feel the beatIt goes straight to your spineShake your head, you must be deadIf it don't make you fly&lt;br /&gt;Don't sweat itGive it back to youDon't sweat itGive it back to youOverkillOverkillOverkillGet the fuck down&lt;br /&gt;Know your body's made to moveIt goes straight to your spineYou gotta move itIf it don't make you fly&lt;br /&gt;Don't sweat itGive it back to youDon't sweat itGive it back to youOverkillOverkillOverkillGet on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Damage case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey babe don't act so scaredAll I want is some special careOn the run from some institutionAll I want is some constellation&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell by his faceI'm a total disgracePut me inside this placeMove over for a damage case&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby wait a minute, stopDon't run away, don't call a copI Ain't lookin' to victimize youAll I want to do is tantalize you&lt;br /&gt;I can tell by your faceI'm all over this placeI can tell by your faceGot no time for a damage case&lt;br /&gt;No time baby!&lt;br /&gt;Hey babe don't turn awayI'm here tomorrow, gone todayI don't know what you think your game isI don't care if you want your name is&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell by this faceYou're all over the placeI can tell by his faceMove over for a damage caseGet the fuck over man!&lt;br /&gt;All right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. Stone dead forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get on!&lt;br /&gt;You think you see meIn the glassYou think you hear meBetter listen fastI think I see youGone to seedThink your reasonIs your guilt and greed&lt;br /&gt;You're out there on your ownYour face turned to stoneWhat ever happened to your life?Stone dead foreverAll right&lt;br /&gt;You're a financial wizardYeah a top tycoonYou're sweet long lizardWith a silver spoonYou know you've never had itQuite so goodAnd you didn't knowThat you even could&lt;br /&gt;Your time has come to ownYour touch turned to goldWhat ever happened to your life?Stone dead foreverAll right&lt;br /&gt;Financial wizardA top tycoonSweet lounge lizardWith a silver spoonYou've never had itQuite so goodAnd you didn't knowThat you even could&lt;br /&gt;But your time has turned to goldYour touch is turned to goldWhat ever happened to your life?Stone dead forever&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long timeIt's been a long long waitAnd you caught your fingersIn the pearly gatesYou better leave your numberAnd we'll call youYou know your problemAin't exactly new&lt;br /&gt;Your time has come todayYour face has turned to greyWhat ever happened to your life?Stone dead foreverThat's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Too late too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Huh&lt;br /&gt;I see that nothin's changedInsist on playing gamesSome waste of time you areAnd you're so popularWell this is it you bitchI've got to make my switchI'm just another johnI know what's goin' on&lt;br /&gt;Your moveWhat do I have to lose?StalemateNo-oh, too late, too late&lt;br /&gt;I thought you was for realBut you're a rip-off dealDon't give me all that crapI just escaped your trapI think you see the jokeBut you're just chasin' smokeYou ain't another oneI know what's goin' on&lt;br /&gt;Your moveWhat do I have to lose?StalemateHello, too late, too lateOh&lt;br /&gt;Get on it!&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstanding meThe way you feel so freeI'm gonna jump the gunOh I'm gonna hit an' runYour credibilityDon't cut no ice with meAnother privelige goneI know what's goin' on&lt;br /&gt;Your moveWhat do I have to lose?StalemateOh oh, too late, too lateOh, too late, too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-3163633223328914949?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/garage-inc-1998.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpvXhpaJrqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8yRt5K_Gw74/s72-c/garage-inc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-3779931891633725001</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T13:33:39.148-07:00</atom:updated><title>S&amp;M (1999)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpvTUJaJrpI/AAAAAAAAABI/VLmeKK4FDfg/s1600-h/s%26m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087892547121557138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpvTUJaJrpI/AAAAAAAAABI/VLmeKK4FDfg/s400/s%26m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Aaron/Escritorio/Accesos%20directos%20de%20escritorio%20no%20usados/Nueva%20carpeta%20(2)/Paguina/S&amp;M%20cd1.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&amp;amp;M cd1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;01 - Free Speech &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For The Dumb (Discharge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Free speech, free speech for the dumbFree speech, free speech for the dumbFree speech, free speech for the dumbFree fuckin' speech&lt;br /&gt;Free speech, free speech for the dumbFree speech, free speech for the dumbFree speech, free speech for the dumbFree fuckin' speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;02 - It's Electric (Diamond Head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm gonna be a rock and roll starGotta groove from night to dayGotta blow my honey jarGonna blow my blues awayI'm gonna make a standGonna make a millionGonna make it with youI'm gonna be wild my friendI gotta push it through&lt;br /&gt;It's electricIt's electricIt's electricIt's electric&lt;br /&gt;I stop on red but I leave on amberDanger paves my wayI'm gonna make it my friendGonna make it todayGonna kick the dust from my heelsDown the highway I goGonna get the stars from my pride(?)Make it in a rock and roll show&lt;br /&gt;It's electricIt's electricIt's electricIt's electric&lt;br /&gt;I stop on red but I leave on amberDanger paves my wayI'm gonna make it my friendGonna make it todayGonna kick the dust from my heelsDown the highway I goGonna get the stars from my pride(?)Make it in a rock and roll show&lt;br /&gt;It's electricIt's electricIt's electricIt's electric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;03 - Sabbra Cadabra (Black Sabbath)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feel so good I feel so fine,Love that little lady always on my mindShe gives me lovin' ev'ry night and dayNever gonna leave her, never goin' away&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love me,You know she makes me feel all right (all right)Someone to need me,Love me ev'ry single night&lt;br /&gt;Feel so happy since I met that girl,When we're making loveIt's something out of this worldFeels so good to know that she's all mineGonna love that woman 'till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Someone to live for,Love me 'till the end of timeShe makes me feel happy,It's good to know that she's all mine&lt;br /&gt;I am the world that hidesThe universal secret of all timeDestruction of the empty spacesIs my one and only crimeI've lived a thousand timesI found out what it means to be believedThe thoughts and imagesThe unborn child that never was conceived&lt;br /&gt;You gotta believe meHey, I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know, it's hard for youTo know the reason whyAnd I know you'll understandMore when it's time to dieDon't believe the life you haveWill be the only oneYou have to let your body sleepTo let your soul live on&lt;br /&gt;Feel so happy since I met that girl,When we're making loveIt's something out of this worldFeels so good to know that she's all mineGonna love that woman 'till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Someone to live for,Love me 'till the end of timeShe makes me feel happy,It's good to know that she's all mine (she's all mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;04 - Turn The Page (Bob Seger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soon be wanderingThe way they always do.When you're riding sixteen hours,And there's On a long and lonesome highwayEast of Omaha,You can listen to the enginesMoanin' out as one note song.You can think about the womanOr the girl you knew the night before.&lt;br /&gt;But your thoughts will nothing much to do,And you don't feel much like ridingYou just wish the trip was through.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am - on the road againHere I am - up on the stageThere I go - playing star againThere I go - turn the page&lt;br /&gt;So you walk into this restaurantStrung out from the road,And you feel the eyes upon youAs you're shaking off the cold.You pretend it doesn't bother youBut you just want to explode.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talkOther times you can.Oh, the same old clichès"Is it woman? Is it man?"And you always seem outnumberedYou don't dare make a standMake your stand...&lt;br /&gt;Here I am - on the road againThere I am - up on the stageHere I go - playing star againThere I go - turn the page&lt;br /&gt;Out there in the spotlightYou're a million miles away.Every ounce of energyYou try and give away.As the sweat pours out your bodyLike the music that you play&lt;br /&gt;Later in the eveningAs you lie awake in bedWith the echoes of the amplifiersRinging in your headYou smoke the day's last cigaretteRemembrin' what she saidWhat she said...&lt;br /&gt;Here I am - on the road againThere I am - up on the stageHere I go - playing star againThere I go - turn the page&lt;br /&gt;There I go - there I go......And I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;05 - Die Die My Darling (The Misfits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Die, die, die my darling,Don't utter a single wordDie, die, die my darlingJust shut your pretty mouth&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing you againI'll be seeing you in hell&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry to me oh babyYour future's in an oblong boxDon't cry to me oh babyShould have seen it a-coming onDon't cry to me oh babyI don't know it was in your powerDon't cry to me oh babyDead-end girl for a dead-end guyDon't cry to me oh babyNow your life drains on the floorDon't cry to me oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Die, die, die my darlingDon't utter a single wordDie, die, die my darlingShut your pretty mouth&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing you againI'll be seeing you in hell&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry to me oh babyDie, die, die my darlingDon't cry to me oh babyDie, die, die my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;06 - Loverman (Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's a devil waiting outside your door...How much longer?There's a devil waiting outside your doorIt is bucking and braying and pawing at the floorAnd he's howling with pain and crawling up the wallsThere's a devil waiting outside your doorAnd he's weak with the evil and broken by the worldHe's shouting your name and he's asking for moreThere's a devil waiting outside your door&lt;br /&gt;Loverman! Since the world beganForever Amen, till end of time,Take off that dress I'm coming downI'm your lovermanCause I am what I am what I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;L is for Love, babyO for Only you that I doV is for loving Virtually all that you areE is for loving almost Everything that you doR is for Rape meM is for Murder meA is for Answering all of my prayersN is for kNowing your loverman's going to bethe answer to all of yours&lt;br /&gt;Loverman! Till the bitter endWhile empires burn downForever and ever and ever and everAmen I'm your lovermanSo help me, baby so help meCause I am what I am what I am what I amI'll be your loverman!&lt;br /&gt;There's a devil crawling along your floorThere's a devil crawling along your floorWith a trembling heart, he's coming through your doorWith his straining sex in his jumping pawThere's a devil crawling along your floorAnd he's old and he's stupid and he's hungry and he's soreAnd he's lame and he's blind and he's dirty and he's poorGive him moreThere's a devil crawling along your floor&lt;br /&gt;Loverman! Here I standForever, AmenCause I am what I am what I am what I amForgive me, babyMy hands are tiedAnd I got no choice, no, no, noNo, I got no choice at all&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it again&lt;br /&gt;L is for Love, babyO is for Oh yes I doV is for Virtue, so I ain't gonna hurt youE is for Even if you want me toR is for Render unto me, babyM is for that which is MimeA is for Any old how, darlingN is for aNy old time&lt;br /&gt;There's a devil lying by your sideYou might think he's asleepBut take look at his eyesHe wants you, baby, to be his brideThere's a devil lying by your side&lt;br /&gt;Loverman! Loverman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;08 - Astronomy (Blue Oyster Cult)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burstOut at you from their hiding placeLike acid and oil on a madman's faceHis reason tends to fly away&lt;br /&gt;Like lesser birds on the four windsLike silver scrapes in MayNow the sands become a crustAnd most of you have gone away&lt;br /&gt;Come Susy dear, let's take a walkJust out there upon the beachI know you'll soon be marriedAnd you want to know where the winds come from&lt;br /&gt;Well it's never said at allOn the map that Carrie readsBehind the clock back there you knowAt the four winds bar&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, heyFour winds at the four winds barTwo doors locked and windows barredOne door let to take you inThe other one just mirrors itHey, hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;In hellish glare and inferenceThe other one's a duplicateThe queenly flux, eternal lightOr the light that never warmsYes, a light that never, never warmsYes, a light that never, never warmsNever warms, never warms&lt;br /&gt;The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burstOut at you from their hiding placeMiss Carrie nurse and Susy dearWould find themselves at the four winds bar&lt;br /&gt;It's the nexus of the crisisAnd the origin of stormsJust the place to hopelesslyEncounter time and then came meHey, hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Call me Desdenova, eternal lightThese gravely digs of mineWill surely prove a sightAnd don't forget my dog, fixed and consequent&lt;br /&gt;Astronomy...a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;09 - Whiskey In The Jar (Thin Lizzy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As I was goin' overThe Cork and Kerry mountainsI saw Captain FarrellAnd his money he was countin'I first produced my pistolAnd then produced my rapierI said "stand and deliver,Or the devil he may take ya"&lt;br /&gt;I took all of his moneyAnd it was a pretty pennyI took all of his moneyAnd I brought it home to MollyShe swore that she'd love meNo, never would she leave meBut the devil take that womanFor you know she tricked me easy&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Mush-a rain dum a do dum a daWhack fo' my daddy-oWhack fo' my daddy-oThere's whiskey in the jar-o&lt;br /&gt;Bein' drunk and wearyI went to Molly's chamberTakin' Molly with meAnd I never knew the dangerFor about six or maybe sevenIn walked Captain FarrellI jumped up, fired off my pistolsAnd I shot him with both barrels&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Now some men like the fishin'And some men like the fowlin'And some men like ta hearTa hear the cannonball a-roarin'But me I like sleepin'Specially in my Molly's chamberBut here I am in prison,Here I am with a ball and chain yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Mush-a rain dum a do dum a da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 - Tuesday's Gone (Lynyrd Skynyrd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Train, roll on, on down the lineWon't you, please, take me far, far awayNow I feel the wind blow outside my doorI'm, I'm leaving my woman at home&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's gone with the windYeah, my baby's gone, gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know, where I'm goingI just want to be left aloneWhen this train ends I'll try again oh,But I'm leaving my woman at homeMy baby's gone&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Tuesday's gone with the windTuesday's gone with the windTuesday's gone with the windMy baby's gone with the windTrain, roll on&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Train rolls on&lt;br /&gt;Train, roll on many miles from my homeSee I'm, I'm riding my blues babe, blues awayTuesday, you see that she had to be freeBut somehow I've got to, to carry onMy baby's gone&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Train, roll on, train, roll onRide on, train, ride on, trainRide on, train, train ride, train ride onTrain rolls on but train, he rolls onTrain, roll on, train, roll onLord I can't change, Lord I can't changeI can't change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;S&amp;amp;M2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;01 - Helpless (Diamond Head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've gotta see you moving fast,See you come my waySee the dreams, I hope they last,Never fade awayGotta see the lights aboveMake it loud tonightGotta set it all afire,set it all alight&lt;br /&gt;See the flashing lights,Hear the thunder roar,I am gonna set you all alightGotta make it man,I ain't got a choice,Gotta fill this hall tonight&lt;br /&gt;Helpless, helplessHelpless, helpless.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm gonna do,Maybe not tonightGotta set you all afire,Gotta treat you rightI can see the flashing lightsLit before your loveGotta hear the thunder roar,Coming from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the stars,I can see what's going onEvery night aloneI sing my song just for funOnly time will tellIf I'll make it myself somedayThis stage is mine,Music is my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Cannot squeeze the life from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;02 - The Small Hours (Holocaust)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Look out at the darkness, and you will seeJust call my name and I'll be thereYou cannot touch me, you would not dareI am the chill that's in the air&lt;br /&gt;And I try to get through to you, in my own special way,As the barriers crumble at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Dark rivers are flowing back into the pastYou are the fish for which I castAnd what of the future, what is to beAs the rivers flow into the sea&lt;br /&gt;And I try to get through to you, in my own special way,As the barriers crumble at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Do not take for granted, powers out thereDon't step into the demon's lairTime is an illusion, rising from timeSteep is the mountain which we climb&lt;br /&gt;And I try to get through to you, in my own special way,As the barriers crumble at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;03 - The Wait (Killing Joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Motives changing day to day,The fire increases, masks decayI look at the river, white foam floats down,The body's poisoned, gotta sit tight&lt;br /&gt;The wait, the wait, the wait, the wait&lt;br /&gt;After wakening, silence grows,The screams subside, distortion showsMutant thoughts of bad mouthed news,Is just another birth of distorted views&lt;br /&gt;The wait, the wait, the wait, the waitThe wait, the wait, the wait, the wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;04 - Crash Course In Brain Surgery" (Budgie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Look inside and you will see,The words are cutting deep inside my brainThunder burning, quickly burning,Knife of words is driving me insane,Insane yeah&lt;br /&gt;Raven black is on my track,He shows me how to neutralize the knifeShow to me in surgery,The art of fighting words to conquer life,Conquer life&lt;br /&gt;Now the wicked lance of fear,Is driving from my heady mountain brainCrash course in brain surgery,Has stopped the bloody knife of words again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;05 - Last Caress / Green Hell (The Misfits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got something to say,I killed your baby todayAnd it doesn't matter much to me,As long as it's dead.I got something to say,I raped your mother todayAnd it doesn't matter much to me,As long as she's spread&lt;br /&gt;Ooh lovely dead, just waiting for your breath,Cold sweet death, one last caressOoh lovely dead, just waiting for your breath,Cold sweet death, one last caress&lt;br /&gt;I got something to say,I killed your baby todayAnd it doesn't matter much to me,As long as it's deadOoh lovely dead, just waiting for your breath,Cold sweet death, one last caressLast caress today, yo-oh, yo-oh&lt;br /&gt;Here in this place lies the key to your death,Touch it, see itHere in this place is the means to your end,Touch it, feel it, green hell&lt;br /&gt;You did your best as someone could,I bet you never knew you would,And did you run away from me,I bet you thought you really could.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna burn in hell - Green hellLike every hell but kind of green - Green hell...Try let me get back up there - Green hellFeel it burning in your cereal - Green hell...Throw your fuckin' friends inside - Green hell...Gotta fuckin' pay and you must stay - Green hellCannot refill the torch of death - Green hell...Hell is reigning in your blood - Green hell...Gotta burn it all, green hell&lt;br /&gt;You did your best as someone could,I bet you never knew you would,And did you run away from me,I bet you thought you really could.&lt;br /&gt;Here in this place lies the key to your death,Touch it, see itHere in this place is your world that ended,Touch it, feel it, green hell&lt;br /&gt;You did your best as someone could,I bet you never knew you would,And did you run away from me,I bet you thought you really couldYou've come to this as someone told,I bet you never knew you wouldGonna bring green hell, green hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;06 - Am I Evil? (Diamond Head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother was a witch, she was burned aliveThankless little bitch, for the tears I criedTake her down now, don't want to see her faceAll blistered and burnt, can't hide my disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-seven, everyone was niceGotta see 'em make 'em pay the priceSee their bodies out on the iceTake my time&lt;br /&gt;Am I evil? Yes I amAm I evil? I am man, yes I am&lt;br /&gt;As I watched my mother die, I lost my headRevenge now I sought, to break with my breadTaking no chances, you come with meI'll split you to the bone, help set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the action now, I'll strip your prideI'll spread your blood around, I'll see you rideYour face is scarred with steel, wounds deep and neatLike a double dozen before ya, smells so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Am I evil? Yes I amAm I evil? I am man&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my residence, I'll watch your fireYou can come with me, sweet desireMy face is long forgot, my face not my ownSweet and timely whore, take me home&lt;br /&gt;Am I evil? Yes I amAm I evil? I am man&lt;br /&gt;My soul is longing for, await my heirSent to avenge my mother, sweep myselfMy face is long forgot, my face not my ownSweet and timely whore, take me home&lt;br /&gt;Am I evil? Yes I amAm I evil? I am man&lt;br /&gt;Am I evil? Yes I fucking amAm I evil? I am man, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;07 - Blitzkrieg (Blitzkrieg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let us have peace, let us have life,Let us escape the cruel nightLet us have time, let the sun shine,Let us beware the deadly sign&lt;br /&gt;The day is coming, armageddon's near,Inferno's coming, can we survive the blitzkriegThe blitzkrieg, the blitzkrieg&lt;br /&gt;Save us from fate, save us from hate,Save ourselves before it's too lateCome to our need, hear our plea,Save ourselves before the Earth bleeds&lt;br /&gt;The day is dawning, the time is near,Aliens calling, can we survive the blitzkrieg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;08 - Breadfan (Budgie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Breadfan, open up your mind, open up your purse,Open up your bones, never, never gonna lose itBreadfan, take it all away, never give an inch,Gotta make a mint, gotta make me a millionBreadfan, you got it wrong,Some long time friend's gonna lose it,Iin the end, who's a foolSeagull, give it all away,Stay a bird, stay a man,Stay a ghost, stay what you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Loser, give it all away, never stay with the winner,With the man with all the filthy moneyCome on, keep it on the side, with a rideOn a record on the top, if you're gonna be a bad boyBreadfan, you got it wrong,Some long time friend's gonna lose it,Iin the end, who's a foolSeagull, give it all away,Stay a bird, stay a man,Stay a ghost, stay what you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Breadfan, open up your mind, open up your purse,Open up your bones, never, never gonna lose itBreadfan, take it all away, never give an inch,Gotta make a mint, gotta make me a millionBreadfan, you got it wrong,Some long time friend's gonna lose it,In the end, who's a foolSeagull, give it all away,Stay a bird, stay a man,Stay a ghost, stay what you wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;09 - The Prince (Diamond Head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I see his face, I see his smileSuch a lonely place, no golden mileEyes tell of morbid tales,Of his black heartHis deeds through ages past tell of his part&lt;br /&gt;See his face, see his smileTime to die, oh, no, no&lt;br /&gt;Angel from below, change my dreamsI want for glory's hour, for wealth's esteemI wish to sell my soul, to be rebornI wish for earthly riches, don't want no crown of thorns&lt;br /&gt;See his face, see his smileTime to die, oh, oh, no&lt;br /&gt;I was born a fool, don't want to stay that wayDevil take my soul, with diamonds you repayI don't care for heaven, so don't you look for me to cryAnd I will burn in hell, from the day I die&lt;br /&gt;See his face, see his smileTime to die, oh, no, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 - Stone Cold Crazy (Queen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning,I was dreaming I was Al CaponeRumours going round, gotta clear out of town,Smell like a dry fishboneHere come the law, gonna break down the door,Carry me away once moreNever, never, never want it anymore,Gotta get away from this stone cold floorCrazy, stone cold crazy, you know&lt;br /&gt;Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon,And she's playing on my slide tromboneAnymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore,Gotta get away from this stone cold floorCrazy, stone cold crazy, you know&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet,Fully loaded Tommy gunHere come the deputy, try fucking getting me,Gotta fucking get up and runThey got the sirens loose, I ran right out of juiceThey're gonna put me in a cell,If I can't go to heaven, let me go to hellCrazy, stone cold crazy, you know, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11 - So What (The Anti-Nowhere League)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So fucking what!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton,I've been to Eastbourne tooSo what, so whatAnd I've been here, I've been there,I've been every fucking whereSo what, so whatSo what, so what, you boring little cunt&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares, who cares what you doYeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Well, I fucked a queen, I fucked Bach,I've even sucked an old man's cockSo what, so whatAnd I fucked a sheep, I fucked a goat,I rammed my cock right down its throatSo what, so whatSo what, so what, you boring little fuck&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares, who cares what you doAnd, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;And I've drunk that, I've drunk this,I've spewed up on a pint of pissSo what, so whatI've had scank, I've had speed,I've jacked up until I bleedSo what, so whatSo what, so what, you boring little cunt&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares, who cares what you doYeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;I've had crabs, I've had lice,I've had the clap and that ain't niceSo what, so whatI fucked this, I fucked that,I've even fucked a school girl's twatSo what, so whatSo what, so what, you boring little fuck&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares, who cares what you doAnd, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;So fucking what! Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-3779931891633725001?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/s-1999.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpvTUJaJrpI/AAAAAAAAABI/VLmeKK4FDfg/s72-c/s%26m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6923109096542763909.post-3631616619766048332</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 20:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-13T17:36:08.450-07:00</atom:updated><title>St. Anger (2003)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpgaXZaJrlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cM10TqnUzt8/s1600-h/st_anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086844768374861394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpgaXZaJrlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cM10TqnUzt8/s320/st_anger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;01 – Frantic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I could have my wasted days backWould I use them to get back on track? Tried to warn, karma´s burning Look ahead but keep on turning Do I have the strength to go where I´ve gone? (??) Can I find it inside to do what I should have done? Can I have my wasted days back If I use them to get back on track?&lt;br /&gt;You live or you lie it You live or you lie it My lifestyle determines my deathstyle My lifestyle determines my deathstyle&lt;br /&gt;Keep searching, keep on searching Till the search goes on, till the search goes on Keep searching, keep on searching... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;02- AngerSt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anger ´round my neckSt. Anger ´round my neckHe never gets respectSt. Anger ´round my neck&lt;br /&gt;You flush it out, you flush it outSt. Anger ´round my neckYou flush it out, you flush it outHe never gets respect&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it all and no regretsI hit the lights on these dark setsI need a voice to let myselfTo let myself go freeFuck it all and fuckin´ no regretsI hit the lights on these dark setsMedallion noose, I hang myselfSt. Anger ´round my neck&lt;br /&gt;I feel my world shakeLike an earth quakeIt´s hard to see clearIs it me? Is it fear?&lt;br /&gt;I´m madly in anger with you&lt;br /&gt;And I want my anger to be healthyAnd I want my anger just for meAnd I need my anger not to controlAnd I want my anger to be me&lt;br /&gt;And I need to set my anger free&lt;br /&gt;Set it free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;03-Kind Of Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These are the eyes that cant see me These are the hands that drop your trust These are the boots that kick you around This is the toungue that speaks on the inside These are the ears taht ring with hate This is the face thatll never change This is the fist that grinds you down This is the voice of silence no more&lt;br /&gt;These are the legs in circles run This is the beating youll never know These are the lips that taste no freedom This is the feel thats not so safe This is the face youll never change This is the god that aint so pure This is the god that is not pure This is the voice of silence no more&lt;br /&gt;We the people Are we the people?&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of monster The monster lives&lt;br /&gt;This is the face that stones you cold This is the moment that needs to breathe These are the claws that scratch these wounds This is the pain that never leaves This is the toungue that whips you down This is the burden of every man These are the screams that pierce your skin This is the voice of silence no more&lt;br /&gt;This is the test of flesh and soul This is the trap that smell s so good This is the flood that drains these eyes These are the looks that chill to the bone These are the fears that swing over head These are the weights that hold you down This is the end that will never end This is the voice of silence n o more&lt;br /&gt;We the people Are we the people?&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of monster The monster lives&lt;br /&gt;This is the cloud that swallows trust This is the black that uncolors us This is the face that you hide from This is the mask that comes undone&lt;br /&gt;Ominous I´m in us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;04-Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I see my reflection in the window it looks different, so different than what you see projecting judgement on the world this house is clean baby this house is clean&lt;br /&gt;am I who I think I am? (x4) Look out my window and see its gone wrong court is in session and I slam my gavel down&lt;br /&gt;I´m judge and I´m jury and I´m executioner too.&lt;br /&gt;Projector protector rejector infector Projector rejector infector injector defector rejector&lt;br /&gt;I see my reflection in the window this window clean inside, dirty on the out I´m looking different than me this house is clean baby this house is clean&lt;br /&gt;am I who I think I am?(3x) I look out my window and see its gone wrong my court is in session and now I slam my gavel down&lt;br /&gt;I dring from the cup of denial I´m judging the world from my throne(2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;05-Invisible Kid&lt;br /&gt;Invisible kid never see what he did got stuck where he did fallen through the grid&lt;br /&gt;invisible kid got a place of his own where he´ll never be known inward he´s grown&lt;br /&gt;invisible kid locked away from his brain from the shame and the pain world down the drain&lt;br /&gt;invisible kid suspicious of your touch don´t want no crutch but its all too much&lt;br /&gt;I hide inside I hurt inside I hide inside, but ill show you...&lt;br /&gt;I´m OK, just go away into distance let me fade I´m OK, just go away I´m OK but please don´t stray too far&lt;br /&gt;open your heart I´m beating right here open your mind I´m being right here, right now open your heart I´m beating right here open your mind I´m being right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;ooh, what a good boy you are out of the way and you´re kept to yourself ooh, cant you see that he´s not here he doesn´t want the attention you give ohh, unplugging from it all invisible kid floats alone in his room ooh, what a quiet boy you are he looks so calm floating ´round and around himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;06- My World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The motherfuckers got in my head trying to make me someone else instead&lt;br /&gt;its my world now&lt;br /&gt;mama why its rainin in my room cheer up boy clouds will move soon heavy fog got me lost inside gonna sit right back and enjoy this ride&lt;br /&gt;its my world you can have it its my world its my world its my world&lt;br /&gt;I´m out of my head, out of my head get ´em out of my head out of my head get ´em out&lt;br /&gt;who´s in charge of my head today dancin´ devils angels way&lt;br /&gt;its my time now&lt;br /&gt;look out motherfuckers here I come gonna make my head my home the sons of bitches tried to take my head tried to make me someone else instead&lt;br /&gt;its my world you cant have it its my world (3x) I´m out of my head, out of my head get ´em out of my head, out of my head get ´em out&lt;br /&gt;not only do I not know the answer I don´t even know what the question is&lt;br /&gt;god it feels like it only rains on me&lt;br /&gt;not only do I not know the answer I don´t even know what the question is&lt;br /&gt;I´m out of my head out of my head get ´em out of my head out of my head get ´em out&lt;br /&gt;Enough´s Enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;07- &lt;a href="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Aaron/Escritorio/Accesos%20directos%20de%20escritorio%20no%20usados/Nueva%20carpeta%20(2)/Paguina/Shoot%20Me%20Again.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shoot Me Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont go away right here ill stay&lt;br /&gt;stand silent in flames stand tall till it fades&lt;br /&gt;shoot me again I ain´t dead yet&lt;br /&gt;shoot my again&lt;br /&gt;all the shots I take I spit back at you all the shit you fake comes back to haunt you&lt;br /&gt;all the shots&lt;br /&gt;all the shots I take what difference did I make? all the shots I take I spit back at you&lt;br /&gt;I won´t go away, with a bullet in my back right here ill stay, with a bullet in my back&lt;br /&gt;shoot me take a shot&lt;br /&gt;I´ll stand on my own, with a bullet in my back I´m stranded and sold, with a bullet in my back&lt;br /&gt;I bite my tongue trying not to shoot back no compromise my heart wont pump the other way&lt;br /&gt;wake the sleeping giant wake the beast wake the sleeping dog no, let him sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;08-Sweet Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wash your back so you don´t stab mine get in bed with your own kind live your life so you don´t see mine drape your back so you wont shine&lt;br /&gt;ooh then she holds my hand and I lie to get a smile&lt;br /&gt;using what I want to get what you want&lt;br /&gt;ooh sweet amber how sweet are you? how sweet does it get?&lt;br /&gt;chase the rabbit, fetch the stick she rolls me over till I´m sick she deals in habits, deals in pain I run away, but I´m back again..&lt;br /&gt;ooh then she holds my hand and I lie to get a smile and she squeezes tighter I still lie to get a smile&lt;br /&gt;she holds the pen that spells the end she traces me and draws me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;09-Unnamed Feeling&lt;br /&gt;Been here before&lt;br /&gt;Been here before couldn´t say I liked it Do I start writing all this down? Just let me plug you into my world Can´t you help me be uncrazy?&lt;br /&gt;Name this for me, heat the cold air Take the chill off my life And if I could I´d turn my eyes To look inside to see what´s comin´&lt;br /&gt;It comes alive And I die a little more It comes alive Each moment here I die a little more&lt;br /&gt;Then the unnamed feeling It comes alive Then the unnamed feeling Takes me away&lt;br /&gt;I´m frantic in your soothing arms I can not sleep in this down filled world I´ve found safety in this lonelinessBut I can not stand it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Cross my heart hope not to die Shallow evil, ride the sky Lose myself in a crowded room You fool, you fool, it will be here soon&lt;br /&gt;It comes alive And I die a little more It comes alive Each moment here I die a little more&lt;br /&gt;Then the unnamed feeling It comes alive Then the unnamed feeling Treats me this way And I wait for for this train Toes over the line And then the unnamed feeling Takes me away&lt;br /&gt;Get the fuck out of here I just wanna get the fuck away from me I rage, I glaze, I hurt, I hate I hate it all Why? Why? Why me?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep with a head like this I wanna cry, I wanna scream I rage, I glaze, I hurt, I hate I wanna hate it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 – Purify&lt;br /&gt;Tear it downStrip the layers offMy turpentineOld paint, old looksCover up the pastWhite heat, white lightSuper white bonesBones of you and I&lt;br /&gt;Pure if I...can´t you help me?Pure if I...won´t you help me?Purify you and IPurify you and IPure if I...can´t you help me?Pure if I...won´t you help me?You and I purify&lt;br /&gt;Truth and darePeeling back the skinAcid washGhost whiteUltra CleanWanna be skeletonClear eyesDiamond eyesStrip the past of mineMy sweet turpentine&lt;br /&gt;I can find the dirt on anythingI can find the dirt on anything&lt;br /&gt;I ain´t dancing with your skeletonsI ain´t dancing with what might have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11-All Within My Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All within my handsSqueeze it in, crush it downAll with my handsHold it dear, hold it suffocate&lt;br /&gt;All within my handsLove to death, smack you 'round and round andAll within my handsBeware&lt;br /&gt;Love is controlI'll die if I let go&lt;br /&gt;Hate me nowKill all within my handsHate me nowCrush all within my handsSqueeze all within my handsChoke all within my handsHate me nowTrap all within my handsHurry up and hate me nowKill all within my hands&lt;br /&gt;All within my handsTake your fear, pump me upAll within my handsLet you run, then I pull your leash&lt;br /&gt;All within my handsUnder thumb, under to myselfAll within my handsBeware&lt;br /&gt;Love is controlI'll die if I let go&lt;br /&gt;Hate me nowKill all within my handsHate me nowCrush all within my handsSqueeze all within my handsChoke all within my handsHate me nowTrap all within my handsHurry up and hate me nowKill all within my hands again&lt;br /&gt;I'll die if I let goControl is love, love is controlI'll fall if I let goControl is love, love is control&lt;br /&gt;I will only let you breatheMy air that you receiveThen we'll see if I let you love me&lt;br /&gt;Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6923109096542763909-3631616619766048332?l=metallicax100pre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://metallicax100pre.blogspot.com/2007/07/st-anger-2003.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Metallica_35)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kOFRo-37ZYo/RpgaXZaJrlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cM10TqnUzt8/s72-c/st_anger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item></channel></rss>