É com este tipo de imagem e som, sedutores, que hordas de idiotas seguem um novo messias e se encantam com a possibilidade de um mundo de heroísmo, ordem e justiça. Faltaram no vídeo, imagens esqueléticas de seres humanos moribundos nos campos de concentração e no áudio, o grito e choro de mães e pais que foram separados de seus filhos ou desses gemendo de dor por os terem arrancados de suas vidas em direção a uma câmara de gás.
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I'm keeping a heater I'm doing the best I can Now I'm looking for something You just wouldn't understand With a devil in my heart And a shotgun in my hand You're gonna lose this man I said, "You're gonna lose this man." I'm living a high line I got shadows on my tail Sharper than an old jackknife And poison like a rusty nail Won't take "no" for an answer I'm two steps ahead of the law I count my friends on these four fingers Who could ask for more? I said, "Who could ask for more?" Sometimes you gotta let your feelings show Sometimes you gotta let the cold winds blow Who's gonna pay the piper for the song he sings? And who's gonna take some pitty on my lonely tired wings? My tired wings, my tired wings My tired wings, my tired wings My tired wings, my tired wings My tired wings, my tired wings Kick it! Life is such a lonely game If you wanna play The stakes are high and so am I And sometimes, oh the devil pays Blood is thicker than water, boy And much deeper than your soul You don't find out too much 'round here It'll turn your heart to stone Just turn your heart to stone! Sometimes you gotta let your feelings show Sometimes you gotta let the cold winds blow Who's gonna pay the piper for the song he sings? And who's gonna take some pity on my lonely tired wings?
Pariah dogs and wandering madmen Barking at strangers and speaking in tongues The ebb and flow of tidal fortune Electrical changes are charging up the young
It’s a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit It’s a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it You can almost feel the current flowing You can almost see the circuits blowing
One day I feel I'm on top of the world And the next it's falling in on me I can get back on I can get back on One day I feel I’m ahead of the wheel, And the next it's rolling over me I can get back on I can get back on
Whirlwind life of faith and betrayal Rise in anger, fall back, and repeat Slow degrees on the dark horizon Full moon rising lays silver at your feet
It’s a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit It’s a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it You can almost feel the current flowing You can almost see the circuits blowing
One day I feel I'm on top of the world And the next it's falling in on me I can get back on I can get back on One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel, And the next it's rolling over me I can get back on I can get back on
It’s a far cry from the world we thought we’d inherit You can almost see the circle growing You can almost feel the planets glowing
One day I feel I'm on top of the world And the next it's falling in on me I can get back on I can get back on One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel, And the next it's rolling over me I can get back on I can get back on
One day I fly through a crack in the sky And the next it's falling in on me I can get back on I can get back on...
Hear the pounding army of the night
The call of metal summons us tonight.
And gather we on this site
To behold the power and the might.
We wear leather, we wear spikes, we rule the night.
Off with the lights, hear the screams
See the banging heads awaken to their dreams.
The sound of metal so loud it cracks the beams
Played by warriors called the Metal Kings.
A hero's welcome for those who heed the call.
We are together, we are all.
With hands high fists fill the air
Against the world we stand.
Hands high forever we'll be there.
Gloves of Metal rule tonight. Yea.
A hero's welcome for those who heed the call.
We are together, we are all.
With hands high fists fill the air
Against the world we stand.
Hands high forever we'll be there,
Gloves of Metal rule tonight.
Leather, Metal, Spikes and Chains
Gloves of Metal raised to show the brave.
Into the darkness march the armies of the night.
Bound by metal we live the fight.
We wear leather, we wear spikes, we rule the night
With hands high fists fill the air
Against the world we stand.
With hands high forever we'll be there,
Gloves of Metal rule tonight!
I'll make love to you
in all good places
under black mountains
in open spaces.
By deep brown rivers
that slither darkly
through far marches
where the blue hare races.
Come with me to the Winged Isle ---
northern father's western child.
Where the dance of ages is playing still
through far marches of acres wild.
I'll make love to you
in narrow side streets
with shuttered windows,
crumbling chimneys.
Come with me to the weary town ---
discos silent under tiles
that slide from roof-tops, scatter softly
on concrete marches of acres wild.
By red bricks pointed
with cement fingers
Flaking damply from sagging shoulders.
Come with me to the Winged Isle ---
northern father's western child.
Where the dance of ages is playing still
through far marches of acres wild.
(Hammill) It's easy to say, when you're so down, that everything's pointless; your eyes burn, your ears howl, your limbs are disjointed. Barren fields, the barren earth, never more will it flower. Rub your face and your hands in the dirt: now is the hour! So stand straight, looking over your shoulder; walk on, though you fear to arrive; don't wait till you know that it's over, be strong - it's your place to survive.
While the holocaust rages around you, be the eye of the storm; though the extent of disaster astounds you, forearmed is forewarned. You may have passed time in happier ways, but there are other mountains to climb: you've never lived as you're living today - now is the time! Stand straight, though your back breaks from trying, walk on - even now you must strive. Don't wait - while you're waiting, you're dying; be strong, it's your place to survive.
The universe is doubtless unfolding just exactly as it should and these dreams of remorse or foreboding just won't do you any good. The joy, the passion, possessions you own, the bitterness and the pain,
the end of everything you've ever known... all these are ordained. Stand straight looking into the future, walk on - we've each got our own lives. Don't wait for a guru or tutor, be strong - it's your place to survive. Stand straight, looking over your shoulder, walk on: though it hurts, you're alive. Don't wait...if you wait it's all over; be strong - it's your right to survive.
Esta banda e esta música em particular foi a típica descoberta por acaso. Vinil que passou alguns anos sem que tivesse dado o seu devido valor para depois descobri-lo como uma grata surpresa.
Slow motion in the quiet of the room;
so potent is the smell of her perfume
that you think she's eternal,
that you think she is everything...
but no-one knows what she is.
Repentance for all you should have said;
her entrance seems to raise you from the dead
and you think she's really with you,
and you think that she'll always stay,
always ready to forgive you,
always ready to grant you her mercy
- but in her own way.
When she comes, she'll be a stranger;
struck dumb, you'll try to protest
as the drum beats out the danger...
too late, you should have noticed
that the lady with the skin so white,
like something out of Blake or Burne-Jones
always blocked out the light
and shadowed all you owned.
Still you think she's forever,
yesterday and tomorrow...
but no-one knows where she is.
Stillyou swear that you can win her
and your prayer is that she'll want you;
aware, once a saint, now you're a sinner
and your sins are going to haunt you
when the lady with her skin so white
like something out of Edgar Allen Poe
holds your hand so very tight
and you hope that she'll never let go.
Easy targets, easy crosswords, easy life:
these key margins leave you balanced on the knife,
bleeding darkly In the end it all comes down
to sleazy bargains.
That hidden key-you tried so hard to find it,
all you can conceive is the effort to be worthy.
Even now you need tobe reminded
that La Belle Dame is without mercy.
The lady with her skin so white
- you never did quite catch her name -
now she holds you in the night
and she'll never let go again,
she'll never let go again.
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