Post by KNOWTHIS on Jun 26, 2007 17:20:53 GMT -5
I thought that it might be fun to compile a bunch of great anti-war tunes in this thread. I'd like to start one against religion as well.
I was listening to some of my older CD’s the other day and came across the song ‘Disposable Heroes’ from Metallica’s ‘Master of Puppets’. The lyrics speak for themselves. This is a live performance from Sweden apparently back in 93’ when they all still had long hair (not that long hair is a prerequisite for having talent) and played ‘real’ metal as opposed to their pre-packaged, commercialized, mainstream hard rock of today. I’ve lost so much respect for them as they've lost their style and identity over the years. They eventually led the charge against Napster and file sharing as well.
Anyway...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKQjmc_9TQY
I was listening to some of my older CD’s the other day and came across the song ‘Disposable Heroes’ from Metallica’s ‘Master of Puppets’. The lyrics speak for themselves. This is a live performance from Sweden apparently back in 93’ when they all still had long hair (not that long hair is a prerequisite for having talent) and played ‘real’ metal as opposed to their pre-packaged, commercialized, mainstream hard rock of today. I’ve lost so much respect for them as they've lost their style and identity over the years. They eventually led the charge against Napster and file sharing as well.
Anyway...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKQjmc_9TQY
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant 'til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman
Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman
Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman
Back to the front
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant 'til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman
Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman
Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman
Back to the front