Reckoning Day
Society these days is very tense. Little actions by insignifigant
people can have a huge effect on the feelings and lives of many people.
The best example of this is the 1994 L.A. riots, over the police
beating of Rodney King. The black community protested, and took out
most of their aggression on the local Korean community, looting and
destroying their stores and businesses. If you think about it, it seems
like the end has to be coming at us pretty soon, if we keep things
going the way they have been
And how I make you feel when you scream in pain, and feel that life is just a losing game.
I like the way that you let me in, the way you look when the walls cave in.
I like the way that your stomach knots, and how you cry for it all to stop.
I like the way that you fool yourself, and make believe there's nobody else.
I like the way that you stand in line, and beg salvation from the empty sky.
Don't want no revenge.
Ain't no payback time.
It ain't no getting even.
Here comes the reckoning day.
I like the thinks that you try to fake, and your face when I see you break.
And that you say you will pray for me; you realize you are prey for me.
I like the way you stay on attack, no matter what, I keep coming back.
And how you try to hold me down, but you end up driven to the ground.
Don't want no revenge.
Ain't no payback time.
It ain't no getting even.
Here comes the reckoning...
Don't want no revenge, don't want to revenge.
Ain't no payback time, ain't no payback time.
It ain't no getting even, it ain't no getting even.
Here comes the reckoning, here comes the reckoning day
Here it comes...
... it's coming to get ya!
Here comes the reckoning day.
Back in the day when the railroads were the place to be ( before they
were replaced by planes, cars, etc. ), the trains were very elaborate,
and had every need accounted for, so that they could compete with
trains run by the other companies. A standard part of every train back
then was the gambling car; besides providing entertainment for some of
the passengers, it was a way for the train company to bring in some
more money out of each trip. And there were people who basically lived
on the trains and gambled wherever they went, until they either made a
lot and were thrown off the train, or lost it all and were thrown off
the train. This song has to do with this slightly. But mostly the song
is about a gambler who realizes that he is addicted to gambling
( studies show that yes, gambling is addictive ) and he tries to stop
himself before it is too late. The comparison to the train comes in
when he realizes that his actions are like a train, and they decide
his future, the way the train goes. While he is addicted, it is as
though there was nobody behind the wheel of the train, if that phrase
applies here.
I guess I should feel sorry, but I don't even trust me.
There's bad news creeping up, and you feel a sudden chill?
How do you do, my name is Trouble, and I'm coming in for the kill.
In for the kill, ooh, and you know I will.
Set the ball a-rolling, I'll be clicking out the miles
On the train of consequences; my boxcar life of style.
My thinking is derailed, I'm tied up to the tracks;
the train of consequences, there ain't non turning back.
No horse ever ran as fast as the money that you bet;
I'm blowing on my cards and I play them to my chest.
Life's fabric is corrupt; shot through with corroded thread.
As for me, I hocked my brains, packed my bags and headed west.
I hocked my brains, headed west.
Oh, set the ball a-rolling, I'll be clicking out the miles
On the train of consequences; my boxcar life of style.
My thinking is derailed, I'm tied up to the tracks;
the train of consequences, there ain't non turning back.
A rare sort of love song from Megadeth, this one is. And it isn't even
about an affair, although it could be. The two main people in this song
used to be together but the other person left the narrator. And
although all the two of them used to fight all the time, it was
actually the fighting that the narrator liked the most, and now misses
the other person for. The other person had given him plenty of warning
about their intentions to leave if things between them didn't get
better but they couldn't stop and now the narrator will have to 'walk
alone.'
All these normal people; will I find another one?
Monkey on my back, aching in my bones.
I forgot you said 'One day you'll walk alone.'
I said 'I need you, does that make me wrong?
am I a weak man, are you feeling strong?'
My hear was blackened; it's bloody red.
a hole in my heart, a hole in my head.
Who will help me up?
Where's the helping hand?
Will you turn on me?
Is this my final stand?
In a dream, I can not see, tangled abstract fallacy.
Random turmoil builds in me; I'm addicted to chaos.
Light shined on my path; turn bad days to good,
turn breakdowns into blocks, I smashed'ed cause I could.
My brain was labored, my head would spin.
Don't let me down; don't give up, don't give in.
The rains come down, cold wind blows;
the plans we made are back up on the road.
Turn up my collar, welcome the unknown;
remember that you said one day I'd walk alone.
Who will help me up?
Where's the helping hand?
Will you turn on me?
Is this my final stand?
In a dream, I can not see, tangled abstract fallacy.
Random turmoil builds in me; I'm addicted to chaos.
Of course, the most frequently asked question when it comes to this
song is 'Exactly what does all that French stuff mean?' I have that
taken care of down below in the lyrics, so go check that out if you
want to know. The song itself is about dealing with a suicide. The
whole song is some sort of suicide note which encourages all the
friends and family of the one now dead to try to remember the good
times and try to be happy. MTV evidently thought that it was a bad
message to send out, so they banned the video.
the more seriously I took things, the harder the rules became.
I had no idea what it'd cost, my life passed before my eyes.
I found out how little I'd accomplished all my plans denied.
So as you read this note, my friends, I'd love to stay with you all.
Smile when you think of me; my body's gone, that's all.
A tout le monde, - - To everyone,
à tous mes amis; - - to all my friends;
je vous aime. - - I love you all.
je dois partir. - - I have to leave.
These are the last words I'll ever speak, and they'll set me free.
If my heart were stil alive, I know it would surely break.
And my memories left with you; there's nothing more to say.
Moving on is a simple thing; what it leaves behind is hard.
You know the sleeping feel no more pain,
and the living are scarred.
A tout le monde,
à tous mes amis;
je vous aime.
je dois partir.
These are the last words I'll ever speak, and they'll set me free.
The Elysian Fields were, according to Greek religion, the sort of
paradise that the good people would go to after dying. What this has
to do with the song is unclear though. The true meaning of the song is
difficult to see, but my opinion is that it is about all religions.
And there are a lot of religions, I forget the exact numbers, but over
a thousand, I believe. And in all of them, one of the basic rules or
guidelines is that you shouldn't kill people. And every religious
group tries to drive it in, and still people kill other people,
especially in wars which are nothing but government sanctioned
killings of people from specific regions or with specific ideas.
I hope the end is less painful than my life.
I stand on trial, before the gods on judgement day.
A blink of an eye between the cradle and the grave.
One last look at visions of flesh;
the last best hope of man on Earth.
Pontius Pilate still washing his hands.
The world don't want to be saved,
only left alone.
Elysian Fields... We are storming the heavens
Elysian Fields... To raise the swords and shields.
Elysian Fields... We ascend to our destiny
Elysian Fields... To the Elysian Fields.
Soar into the sun with blood upon their wings;
superstitious dust left twirling in the wind.
Man still has one belief, one decree that stands alone.
The laying down of arms is like cancer to their bones.
One last look at visions of flesh;
the last best hope of man on Earth.
Pontius Pilate still washing his hands.
The world don't want to be saved,
only left alone.
Elysian Fields... We are storming the heavens
Elysian Fields... To raise the swords and shields.
Elysian Fields... We ascend to our destiny
Elysian Fields... To the Elysian Fields.
Here's a rare song about what it is actually like to be part of
Megadeth and always having to tour all over the place, and touring
again, and again, and again. But while they have to do it in order
to satisfy their fans, it sort of destroys their personal lives since
they are almost never aroud the home for about a year or so each time
they release and album. But still they keep on touring to keep the
fans happy, and to try to earn money off of ticket sales. It's an
insane way of living, but that't that way they do it.
Feeding the people's rage, the big cat's left its cage.
Back in the bus again, to catch another plane;
This behavior's quite insane, but we do it for the fame, yeah.
Lost my mind,
lost all my money;
I lost my life to the killing road.
The road will never end; it always starts again;
another show's around the bend, another long lost friend
faceless as the snow.
There's nothing special about the road;
it's just another haul,
it's just too damn long, that's all.
Lost my mind,
lost all my money;
I lost my life to the killing road.
Another difficult call when it comes to interpretation of songs, this
one is. There is only one unclear thing, but it changes the meaning of
the song quite a bit. One way of interpreting it would have Megadeth
as the heroes, immortal, powerful, etc., and the message behind the
song would be that the band is here to stay. The other interpretation
uses the 'generic' hero, and says the same thing about him. But it it
is about the generic hero, it is kind of weak when it comes to the
main theme or point of the song.
And now we are on a mission; well its full speed a head.
My legion's when we do the crime, now lets get one thing strait;
To get there early is on time; and showing up on time is late.
Ladies and gents, we're still alive
by the skin of out teeth, now it's killing time.
Angel in our pockets, devil by our sides.
We ain't goin nowhere cause heroes never die.
Still alive, blood of heroes.
Never die, blood of heroes.
We've been run down every hill, chased up all the dead-end streets.
But if you try to cut us out, you'll get a kick in the teeth.
Ladies and gents, we're still alive
by the skin of our teeth, now it's killing time.
fasten up your seatbelts, time to ride the skies.
It's time to be immortal cause hereos never die.
Still alive, blood of heroes.
Never die, blood of heroes.
Many people don't like to think about it, but if you trace anyone's
family tree back far enough, there's sure to be some inbreeding hidden
in there somewhere. It is a slightly un-natural thing to do, but not
very unusual. There have also, most likely, been pedaphiles for quite
a long time as well. In modern society, however, both are suppressed.
But that doesn't mean that they aren't still active. There are cases
of child molestation all the time by older people, frequently members
of the child's family. The adults frequently tell the children that it
will just be 'their little secret' and hope to never be exposed,
though it seems to be happening more and more these days. But those
who were molested as children seem to have a greater chance of growing
up to be molesters themselves, and ictimize their young relatives.
the tigers eat their young.
The body stayed, but inside the head,
the mind was on the run.
Conspiracy of silence;
the only way out of pain,
is turn aound, run through it man.
Too wet to come in from the rain, tell them...
I know they were doing it to you;
just don't try doing it to me.
Let me show you how I love you;
it's our secret, you and me.
Let me show you how I love you,
but keep it in the family.
the secret of the family tree.
When you hear them saying 'Trust me,'
don't wait to what's next.
Thrown to the wolves for ever trusting;
raised in a form of living hell.
Sing a one note song of rage;
live and die within your heart.
So beware, in the shadows, your family tree waits in the dark.
I say...
I know they were doing it to you;
just don't try doing it to me.
Let me show you how I love you;
it's our secret, you and me.
Let me show you how I love you,
but keep it in the family.
the secret of the family tree.
Ahhh... the most contravercial track on the album. If you take a look
at it from the way you are supposed to, it states that the adults of
the world are basically trashing the planet, while the children get no
say in the matter. Well, eventually all the adults will be senior
citizens, and they'll start to die off, leaving what's left of the
planet and society for their children, now grown into adults, to fix
up. If the adults are going to make this planet into a sort of global
hell on Earth, wouldn't it kind of seem to be kind of merciful to take
the children out of the scenario by killing them quickly now, instead
of having them suffer for the remaining 60 or more years of their
lives. Then if you look at it from the prespective of our good friend
Tipper Gore, leader of the PMRC, it advocates killing babies and
therefore should be banned. As Dave once said, 'fuck you, Tipper.'
we'd be going anywhere telling people how to live.
Who'd believe we'd spend more shippin guns and drugs
than to educate our sons? Sorry, but that's what they did.
I can't help but think, I can't help but think,
I can't help but think someone's foresaken you and me.
Luck deserted me and the truth beat out my brains.
Men rise on stepping stones of themselves to higher things.
I've steppet over lots of bodies on my way;
thatks for the information, don't need no more anything.
I can't help but think, I can't help but thing.
I can't help but think someone's foresaken you and me.
We are the damned of all the world,
with sadness in our hearts;
the wounded of the wars,
we've been hung out to dry.
You didn't want us anyway,
any now we're making up our minds;
you tell us how to run our lives,
we run for youthanasia.
Obviously, whenever the band writes a song, we all hear it. Well, not
all of us, but if you're here at this site, there's a good chance that
you have. And hopefully, you are able to infer lessons and morals out
of the songs, just like you might from any book. This is about the
value of the lessons that are there to learn, and the importance of
paying attention because the lessons are going to be useful in life.
Somewhere, there's a reason why some things just fall through.
We don't allways see them for what they really are,
but I know there's a reason, just can't see it from this far.
Maybe I don't like it, but I've got no choice;
I know that somewhere, someone hears my voice.
I thought I knew it all.
I thought I had it made.
Now could it end this way?
I thought I knew it all.
Somewhere, there's a reason why things don't go my way.
Somewhere, there's a reason that I can not explain.
Just like the changing seasons, this may not be my turn;
But I know there's a reason; the lesson't mine to learn.
Maybe I don't like it, but I've got no choice;
I know that somewhere, someone hears my voice.
I thought I knew it all.
I thought I had it made.
Now could it end this way?
I thought I knew it all.
Along the same lines as Set The World On Fire, this one is about being
around when the nukes come down. The black curtain is like the
curtain at a preformance; it closes at the end of the show. So the
black curtain of this song is life, and when it falls, it is death
Listen up! I warn you! Run for cover, run!
Bang! It happened! Time's up; armageddon.
Fire, meltdown; the sky is crumbling in.
Black curtains... Never ending.
Escape? You're joking! Can't find no place to run!
Hair is burning, my flesh is bubbling up.
Blood is boiling; taste of copper on my toung.
Fate is coming; welcome it with a smile.
Black curtians... Never ending.
Black curtians... Fall!
Something's under my skin...
Something's very strange.
Playing with my mind;
tempting me to do you in.
Am I dreaming? My heart pounds my chest.
Held for ransom in a spider's web.
Suffocating; no one hears my calls.
Never ending until the black curtain falls.
Snakes surround me; Offering their death kiss to me.
Down, I'm drowning; how long? I hold my breath.
Dogs are chasing. My legs are paralyzed.
Pray, don't find me; My life is fading fast.
Black curtians... Never ending.
Black curtians... Fall!
Black curtains!
A very interesting piece, this one is. It is basically meant to
summarize the whole history of Megadeth up until it was written, and
say that there is plenty more Megadeth sure to come in the future.
That's just about all there is to it.
that Killing Is My Business, and I was hung like a martyr.
For Looking Down The Cross, My Skull Beneath The Skin
prophesied Last Rites/Loved To Deth, my friends.
Then I started seeing Bad Omens in my head;
Good Mourning/Black Friday, will I Wake Up Dead?
If I Ain't Superstitious, then this won't mean a thing,
but some crazy shit has happened since The Conjuring.
Not even close...
Not even close to overdose;
Had fingers in my eyes, had needles in my veins;
a knife right through my heart.
I am a victory.
Came Anarchy to Set The World Afire,
pain of Hook In Mouth, In My Darkest Hour.
Corruption of the world, Peace Sells... But nobody's buying.
Ignorant religion, Holy Wars, and the dying, yeah.
Tornado nearly got me by the Skin O' My Teeth;
This Was My Life, Foreclosure Of my dreams.
Lucretia said...
Not even close...
Not even close to overdose;
Had fingers in my eyes, had needles in my veins;
a knife right through my heart.
I am a victory.
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