"Orion - Instrumental" - mój faworyt z tej płyty.

Słuchamy z córą.

Miała być recenzja, ale nie będzie. Tyle tego pojawilo się na świecie, że pisanie kolejnej nie ma większego znaczenia.

Cieszy to, że młode pokolenie zna i słucha.

Będzie w piątek. Metal Friday.

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R.I.P.

RAY BURTON (1925 - 2020) - ojciec Cliffa, dozgonny fan Metalliki

W dniu 11.06.2024 o 21:34, kangie napisał:

Będzie w piątek. Metal Friday.

Godz. 22.30

A teraz "Side 2".

Producent Metalliki wyjawia tajemnicę „Master Of Puppets”: Wszystkie dobre zespoły tak mają

ROBERT FILIPOWSKI/ 25 czerwca, 2024

https://www.terazmuzyka.pl/producent-metalliki-wyjawia-tajemnice-master-of-pupptets-wszystkie-dobre-zespoly-tak-maja/

Nie ma to jak umierać mając 21 lat.

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Disposable Heroes - Metallica

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

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, 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 blind man

Barking of machine gun 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 blind man

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

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 blind man

Back to the front
Back to the front
Back to the front
Back to the front
Back to the front

Autorzy utworu: James Alan Hetfield / Kirk L. Hammett / Lars Ulrich