Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
© Timothy S. March
Artist: Black Sabbath
Song: War Pigs
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
© Timothy S. March
Artist: Black Sabbath
Song: War Pigs
Staring in the face of condemnation
Laughter fills the sky instead of rainLive my life alone in resignation
Arms outstretched for those who cannot sayCrucified and left in isolation
Pictures of our lost moralityEyeless stares invite this whole damnation
Rotting corpse of inhumanity
Artist: Ministry
So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else mattersNever opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
And nothing else mattersTrust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else mattersNever cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know
Artist: Metallica
New blood joins this earth,
And quickly he’s subdued.
Through constant pained disgrace
The young boy learns their rules.
With time the child draws in.
This whipping boy done wrong.
Deprived of all his thoughts
The young man struggles on and on.
He’s known a vow unto his own,
That never from this day
His will they’ll take away.
They dedicate their lives
To running all of his.
He tries to please them all
This bitter man he is.
Throughout his life the same
He’s battled constantly.
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares.
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is me.
Artist: Metallica
Joe: What is democracy?
Father: It’s got something to do with young men killing each other
Joe: When it comes my turn, will you want me to go?
Father: For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son!
Quote from the movie: “Johnny Got His Gun, 1971.”
I Can’t Remember Anything
Can’t Tell If this Is True or Dream
Deep down Inside I Feel to Scream
This Terrible Silence Stops Me
Now That the War Is Through with Me
I’m Waking up I Can Not See
That There’s Not Much Left of Me
Nothing Is Real but Pain NowHold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake MeBack in the Womb its Much Too Real
In Pumps Life That I must Feel
But Can’t Look Forward to Reveal
Look to the Time When I’ll Live
Fed Through the Tube That Sticks in Me
Just like a Wartime Novelty
Tied to Machines That Make Me Be
Cut this Life off from MeHold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake MeNow the World Is Gone I’m Just One
Oh God,help Me Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God Help MeDarkness
Imprisoning Me
All That I See
Absolute Horror
I Cannot Live
I Cannot Die
Trapped in Myself
Body My Holding CellLandmine
Has Taken My Sight
Taken My Speech
Taken My Hearing
Taken My Arms
Taken My Legs
Taken My Soul
Left Me with Life in Hell
Artist: Metallica
And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need!And the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I’ve grown
By myself but not aloneAnd my ties are severed clean
Less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reignRover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will!
Photo by: Peyman Az
Song title: Wherever I May Roam
Lyrics by: Metallica
Lyrics provided by: CZ
You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
By duongquocdinh
Original title is: Dqd 5139
Lyrics provided by: CZ
Note: The title is from a song by The Doors
I placed my dream in a ship
and the ship on top of the sea;
and then parted the sea with my hands
to sink my dream in the deep.
My hands still drip with water
from the blue of the waves thus parted
and the color that runs from my fingers
colors the sands, now deserted.
The wind is approaching from afar,
the night in the cold submits;
under the waves lies dying
my dream, in the hold of a ship…
I will weep as much as needed,
so that I might the sea increase
and that my ship might come to the bottom
and that my dream might cease.
And then, all will be perfect:
the beach smooth, the waters ordered,
my eyes, dry as stones
my two hands, shattered.
—
Pus o meu sonho num navio
e o navio em cima do mar;
—depois, abri o mar com a mãos,
para o meu sonho naufragar.
Minhas mãos ainda estão molhadas
do azul das ondas entreabertas,
e a cor que escorre dos meus dedos
colore as areias desertas.
O vento vem vindo de longe,
a noite se curva de frio;
debaixo da água vai morrendo
meu sonho, dentro de um navio…
Chorarei quanto for preciso,
para fazer com que o mar cresça,
e o meu navio chegue ao fundo
e o meu sonho desapareça.
Depois, tudo estará perfeito:
praia lisa, águas ordenadas,
meus olhos secos como pedras
e as minhas duas mãos quebradas.
[Poem by Cecilia Meireles… Provided by CZ]