'War's war no matter where you're at,' says Dave. The song, as its
name suggests, is about holy wars; people fighting over religion
because they believe that theirs is better. 'To me, any religion
that thinks that it is better than enother is... full if it;
prejudiced religion is a sin in itself... [ it is ] blasphemy and
they ought to talk to their god because I'm sure he would tell
them what's happening.' This song expresses these feelings.
killing for religion; something I don't understand.
Fools like me, who cross the sea, and come to foreign lands
ask the sheep for their beliefs, 'do you kill on God's command?'
A country that's divided surely will not stand.
My past erased, no more disgrace, no foolish naive stand.
The end is near, it's crystal clear; part of that master plan.
Don't look now to Israel; it might be your own land.
Holy wars.
Upon my podium, as the know-it-all scholar;
down in my seat of judgement gavel's bang, uphold the law.
Up on my soapbox, a leader out to change the world;
down in my pulpit as the holier-than-thou-could-be-messenger of God.
Wage the war on organized crime;
sneak attacks, repel down the rocks behind the lines.
Some people rist to employ me; some people live to destroy me.
Either way they die, they die.
They killed my wife and my baby with hopes to enslave me.
First mistake; last mistake!
Paid by the alliance to slay all the giants.
Nest mistake; no more mistakes!
Fill the cracks in with judical granite.
Because I don't say it don't mean I ain't thinking it.
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away.
I know what I said, now I must scream
of the overdose and the lack of mercy killings.
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away.
Nick has a few beliefs which have made the transition into songs
since he came to the band. One of his more predominant is his belief
in aliens. The story goes that the band was 'slammin sushi' one
night when Nick came up with his idea for a song about Hangar 18, in
Area 54; at the four corners region of America. According to Nick
and many others, the U.S. government houses the remains of several
aliens and thier ship which crash-landed back in Roswell, New
Mexico in 1941, I believe. If you saw Independance Day, you know
what I'm talking about. So the song was written from the first-person
view of someone who works at the Hangar, giving a tour of the place.
Impossible to break these walls for, you see, the steel is much to strong.
Computer banks to rule the world; instruments to sight the stars.
Possibly I've seen too much; Hangar 18, I know too much.
Foreign life forms inventory; suspended state of cryogenics.
Selective amnesia's the story. Believed, foretold, but who'd suspect
the military intelligence; two words combined that can't make sense.
Possibly I've seen too much; Hangar 18, I know too much.
When the leaders of a country declare war on some other country, it's
kind of an easy thing for them to do, since they don't ever have to
go out to fight; they don't even go close to the battlefields unless
it is 100% guaranteed to be safe. The people who actually do the
fighting have no say in the matter; they just get drafted and go on
out. They might live, they might die, and the leaders don't care very
much about each individual one of them; it's only when you get into
the hundred-thousand and million dead that it starts to really bother
them.
Get it right; terminate them
Panzers will permeate them!
Break their pride; denigrate them!
And their people; retrograde them!
Typhus; detriate them!
Epidemic; devastate them!
Take no prisoners; cremate them!
Going to war, give'em hell.
D-Day, next stop Normandy.
Beginning of the end;
we know how to and sure as shit we'll win.
'War is peace,' sure man.
A retreat for the damned.
A playground for the demented;
a haven for those who walk this world berift of heart and soul.
Love and war, they say all's fair.
Take his life, but won't take his hair.
Your body parts your country spares.
By the way, son, here's your wheelchair.
He once had to be all he could be;
now there's nothing for no one, nowhere to see.
Funny thing; he's like you and me,
it'a a funny thing, funny thing.
Tears streak his solemn stare,
abandoned for wreckage; nobody cares.
No one knew what would happen then;
no one spoke, no one even dared.
Don't ask what you can do for your country.
Ask what your country can do for you.
Take no prisoners; take no shit.
The main character of this song takes up the five magics, alchemy,
wizardry, sorcery, thermatology, and electricity, so that he can
combat an evil warlord who knows magic as well. He goes out to
fight that evil warlord, but loses the battle, and 'in doing so,
seals his fate in the abyss.' Traditional, steriotypical heavy
metal, Dave acknowledges.
I want to rule this kingdom and make sweet the breeze now defiled.
Dethrone the evil prince's iron fists in velvet gloves of sin.
Parade the grey-robed monks;
the vestal virgins;
wheel the wyverns in.
Let the ceremony consecrate the marriage;
let me be the protege of five magics.
Give me alchemy,
give me wizardry,
give me sorcery,
thermatology,
electricity;
magic, if you please,
master all of these.
Bring him to his knees; I master five magics.
Possessed with hellish torment, I master magics five.
Hunting the abyss lord, only one will stay alive.
He who lives by the sword will surely also die;
he who lives in sin will surely live the lie.
At many stages in Dave's life, he was very much dependant on drugs to
get him through his days. And also at many stages, he realized that
he was poisoning himself with these drugs. But he thought that the
only way to start feeling better was to take the drugs some more,
since he was dependant on them and only felt good when he had them.
And so poison was the cure.
secure and safe in open arms, I should have known you'd crush me.
A snake you were when we first met; I loved you anyway,
pulled out your poisoned fangs, the venom never goes away.
Serpent swims free in my blood, dragons sleeping in my veins,
jackyl speaking with my toung, roach egg laying in my brain.
Once stalked beneath your shadows,
sleepwalking to the gallows.
I'm the sun that beats your brow in, til I finally threw the towel in.
Never knowing if I'd wake up in a whirlpool got redundant;
my brain was just some driftwood.
In a cesspool I became dead;
from a rock star to a desk fool was my destiny, someone said.
Love is a tidepool, taste the waters; life's abundant.
Taste me.
As one of the more difficult songs to interpret, this one is going to
have to rely completely on stuff that Dave has said. The song is about
Dave ( not necessairily either of the Daves in the band ) who goes to
a fortune teller and it told of his attraction to a mysterious woman
who lives in his attic, of all places. And Dave knows that it is true
as he goes home that night and up to the attic where he knows that the
woman, Lucretia, is sitting in her rocking chair, waiting for him.
I tip-toe through the darkness;
cold as hell, black as spades,
aware of my immediate surroundings.
In my place I escape, up into my hideout;
my friends all say 'Dave, you're mental any way, hey!'
Drift into a deeper state, I stalk the cobwebbed stairways.
Dirt grits beneath my feet, the stairs creak; I precariously sneak.
Hypnosis guides my hand; I slip-slide through the walkways,
sit in granny's rocking chair, memories are whirling by yeah!
Reminisce in the attic. Lucretia waits impatiently.
Cobwebs make me squint, the cobra so eloquently glints.
Moonbeams surge throug the sky, the crystal ball's energized.
Surely that's like the cat waiting; Lucretia rocks away.
Another Megadeth song about having a affair. The main character of the
song has been having an affair with someone for a few years, and by
the point in time that the song is sung from, he had told so many lies
that he was no longer able to say anything truthful for fear that it
would contradict some lie that he had told in the past. Right where he
is, he is completely safe. But if he makes one bad move, he's going to
expose all that he had done over the past few years and hurt everyone,
so he decides to break off his relationship while he has the chance.
The idea of a tornado comes in since, if you know anything about
tornados, you know that right in the very center, there is an 'eye'
where things are actually calm, but all around it, the winds are
violent. The character is right in the eye of the tornado of emotions
and souls, and he can't move at all or else he's given away.
Hanging up, I wanted to cry, but dammit, the well's gone dry.
Not for the money, not for the fame;
not for the power, just no more games.
( chorus )
But now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado.
I can't replace the lies and let a thousand day so.
No more living trapped inside; in her way, I'll surely die.
In the eye of the tornado; blow me away.
( end chorus )
You'll grow to loathe my name, you'll hate me just the same;
you won't need your breath, and soon you'll meet your death.
Not from the years; not from the use,
not from the tears just self-abuse.
( repeat chorus )
Who's to say what's for me to say?
Who's to say what's for me to do?
Who's to say what's for me to be?
Cause a big nothing it'll be for me.
The land of opportunity; the golden chance for me,
my future looks so bright, now I think I've seen the light.
Can't say what's on my mind; can't do what I really feel.
In this bed I made for me is where I sleep, I really feel.
I warn you of your fate; proven true too late.
Your toung twist perverse, come drink now of this curse;
And no I fill your brain, spin you round again,
My poison fills your head as I tuck you into bed.
You feel my fingertips, you won't forget my lips;
you'll feel my cold breath, it's the kiss of death
Dawn Patrol
This song, just bass, drums, and vocals, is about the human policy of
pretty much just destroying the world. The speaker of the song is
somebody in the future who is recalling how we eventually destroyed
the environment so much that we were forced to live below the
surface of the earth in a sort of tunnel structure like those which
a mole makes... and sort of like the people in Below The Planet Of
The Apes, the sequel to Planet Of The Apes.
Thermal count is rising in perpetual writing;
the primordial ooze and the sanity they lose.
Awakened in the morning to more air pollution warnings,
still we sleepwalk off to work
while our ner-ner-ner-nervous systems
jerk.
Pretending not to n0tice how history had forebode us;
with the green house in effect, our environment was wrecked.
Now, I can only laugh as I read out epitaph;
we end our lives as moles
in the dark of the dawn patrol.
This song makes a good follow-up to Dawn Patrol because it is about the
leaders who seem to want to make the earth fall apart. Polaris, if
you are wondering, is the star also called the North Star, which
is in the handle of the litle dipper. Polaris is also a U.S.
ballistic missile usually launched by submarines. What these have to
do with the song is unclear. Basically what happens in this song is
the world is taken over forcefully by a group or person called
Polaris, and from then on, things pretty much go down hill for the
planet; eventually putting itself into Dawn Patrol mode. The end of
the song, 'eradication of Earth's population...' is rather interesting
since eradication is a synonyme for annihilation or obliteration.
I am your ruler, land, sea, and air.
Immense in my girth, erect I stand tall;
I am a nuclear murderer, I am Polaris.
Ready to pounce at the touch of a button;
my systems locked in on military gluttons.
I rule land, air, and sea;
Pass judgement on humanity.
Winds blow from the bowels of hell.
Will we give warning, only time will tell.
Satan rears his ugly head
to spit into the wind.
( chorus )
I spread disease like a dog,
Discharge my payload a mile high;
rotton egg air of death wrestles your nostrils.
( end chorus )
( repeat chorus )
Launch the Polaris; the end doesn't scare us.
When will this cease? The warheads will all rust in peace.
Bomb shelters filled to the brim,
survival such a silly whim.
World learders sell missles cheap;
Your stomach turns, your flesh creeps.
I bore a legacy, pass judgement on humanity.
Winds blow from the bowels of hell.
Will we give warning, only time will tell.
( repeat chorus )
High priest of holocaust.
Fire from the sea, nuclear winter spreading disease;
the day of final conflict, all pay the price.
The third world war rapes peace; takes life.
Back to the start, talk of the part
when the Earth was cold as ice;
total dismay, as the sun passes away,
and the days were black as night
( repeat chorus )
Eradication of Earth's population loves Polaris.
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