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« The Craving »
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| 1 | Hell's Motel 04:41
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| | 2 | Day the Music Died 04:38
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| | 3 | Fight Hate 02:5
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| | 4 | Designer Behavior 03:30
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| | 5 | The Creed 04:58
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| | 6 | My Town 03:11
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| | 7 | Voices 03:36
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| | 8 | Nothing Is Something 03:57
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| | 9 | Hearts Will Bleed 03:11
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| | 10 | No Pain 02:50
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| | 11 | Road Man 02:57
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| | Total playing time: 40:20 |
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Lee Ving - vocals
Dave Mustaine - guitars
Kelly Lemieux - bass
Jimmy DeGrasso - drums |
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| Hell's motel
(Mustaine/Ving)
An old man cuts his face
But not because the razor's dull
It's from his hands shaking
From the lack of what he's taking
Not like an old man's memories
His wrongs are still and forever
Hoping mistakes will fade with the sun
But no surprise, they never do
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Сайд-проект бессменного лидера Megadeth - Дэйва Мастейна. Это, в какой-то мере, осуществление того, что не было реализовано под вывеской основной группы, так сказать, вливание новой крови в дело жизни. Проект включает четырёх музыкантов: собственно шеф-повар - Мастейн, официант, в смысле, доносящий до слушателя - Ли Винг (вокалист панк-команды Fear) и два помощника - басист Келли Лемьё (Electric love hogs, Shrine) и ударник Джимми ДеГрассо (Suicidal tendences, Alice Cooper) - будущий участник Мегасмерти, заменивший на этом посту Ника Мензу. Стиль группы можно определить как припанкованный хэви-метал с ведущей ритм-гитарой, игра которой построена на одном аккорде, однако, в отличие от панка, четко прописанной и сочной; небольшими соло-партиями, давящим и пульсирующим басом (сам проверял на соседях: "Простите!") и разухабистой игрой ударных инструментов. Конечно, это надо слушать, причем желательно на аппаратуре класса Hi-Fi, но общая атмосфера читается и так - веселуха, протест плюс агрессия. Материал выдержан в одном ключе с минимумом наворотов - чисто музыка. По моему мнению, можно выделить композиции: скоростную "Hell's Motel", "Day The Music Died" (интересный прогноз!), чумовую "Fight Hate" и шебутную "Roadman". В заключение, скажу, что и такие образчики музыки, которые клепаются спонтанно в течение пары месяцев, могут заслуживать самого пристального внимания, подкупая своей необузданностью и первобытностью. Всем поклонникам тяжелой музыки должно понравиться. 10 баллов и не меньше! |
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О коллективе - проект всем нам знакомого Dave Mustaine. Так сказать, состряпали альбом, НО (!) какой! Поверьте, это просто еще один шедевр в музыкальном мире. Ненавязчивые красивые мелодии, нетяжелая (по восприятию) музыка, незамысловатая лирика, простой, но цепляющий вокал (ему особые почести)... Услышав диск в первый раз, я был просто в изумлении. Расписывать в отдельности каждую песню не вижу смысла - не хватит слов. Так и тянет закрыть глаза, ритмично постукивать ногой и напевать, забыв обо всех заботах и проблемах... Изумительный звук, прекрасная игра, но самое главное - вы получите только положительные эмоции, и скажете себе: "Да, ради этого стоить жить".
Мой вам совет: Попадется если вдруг на глаза эта милая обложка - хватайтесь за нее всем чем можно без лишних раздумий! |
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Hoping mistakes will fade with the sun
They never do at hell's motel
Lord, please spread my wings
I want to fly away
I don't want to die on the vine
Lord, please smile on me
I don't want to live forever
But I don't want to die on the vine
Never talks about the past
How he could hold a scalpel
Mighty hippocratic oath
How he sold himself for naught
He lived when they lived
And he died when they died too
Accepting the new sacred calf of the pagans
As we all die on the vine
Accepting the new sacred calf of the pagans
That's life in hell's motel
Oh lord, please spread my wings
I want to fly away
But I don't want to die on the vine
Oh lord, won't you smile on me?
I don't want to live forever
I just don't want to die on the vine
And tonight he'll close his eyes
Hoping the sun will rise again
And all will be forgiven
And this was all just a dream
But the walls to the motel are thin
And next door someone's getting beaten
Tears for the unknown are seeds that are sown
And we're all on the run
Tears for the unknown are seeds that are sown
This ain't life at hell's motel
Hell's motel
This ain't life in hell's motel
Day the music died
(Mustaine)
Maybe you might have heard
But no one spoke a word
The day the planet cried
The day the music died
Each day another dream
Killed by the music scene
All access was denied
The day the music died
We paid for everything
But back not a single thing
Our talents were all sucked dry
The day the music died
We saw it on TV
In all the magazines
We thought the news had lied
The day the music died
This is make believe
This is not for real
This won't last forever
This won't last at all
This is make believe
This is not for real
This won't last forever
This won't last at all
Eliminate the scene
It's illegal now to sing
Outlaws ask the reasons why
The day the music died
Now imprisoned for my craft
I smile and have to laugh
In my head the music's still alive
The day the music died
As all our hopes were dashed
Seems that all our throats were slashed
How could all our songs survive?
The day the music died
Greedy fat bureaucrats
Care only for sales and stats
Woke up with dollar signs in their eyes
The day the music died
This is make believe
This is not for real
This won't last forever
This won't last at all
This is make believe
This is not for real
This won't last forever
This won't last at all
Fight hate
(Mustaine/Ving)
Fight - something's different
Hate - something's different
Fight - something's different
Hate - something's gotta change
Fight - something's different
Hate - something's different
Fight - something's different
Hate - something's gotta change
I guess hate is dead
Or at least that's what I read
Can't we all get along?
Well, we do now the newspapers says
It's great to be here today
Now that hate's gone away
We'll all be feeling great
Now that we've conquered hate
Fight - something's different
Hate - something's different
Fight - something's different
Hate - something's gotta change
Fight - something's different
Hate - something's different
Fight - something's different
Hate - something's gotta change
Somebody said and I quote
I hear that's what they said
Hate's made obsolete
By man's superior intellect
Animals don't hate
They're too smart, deserve more respect
Hate's no longer cool
And it's time for a new dawn
And we've done our part
With this anti hate song
Fine, from now on
We're no longer afflicted with hate
Fight - something's different
Hate - something's different
Fight - something's different
Hate - something's gotta change
Fight - something's different
Hate - something's different
Fight - something's different
Hate - something's gotta change
Hate messed with the best and died like the rest
Hate don't walk, it crawls, hate's got no balls
Hatred is dead, it's screamed, kicked and bled
Hate lost the war, hate's days are over
Hate burned its flag, hate's bound and gagged
Hate race is run, stick a fork in hate's done
Hate disappears, ain't heard hate in years
Hate's got no place in the US of A
Designer behavior
(Mustaine)
Don't wanna talk about it
Don't wanna read about it
Don't wanna hear about it
Don't wanna see about it
Something's funny about a medical physician
Me lying on my back is his favorite position
Designer behavior with paxil and valium
Even you can stomach prozac and lithium
Remember "Ozzie and Harriet"?
Remember "The Stepford Wives"?
Remember "Father Knows Best"?
Remember "I Love Lucy"?
A product of design
Back to the drawing board
Gotta be insane to fit in
If not you'll be ignored
You take apart my brain
But you couldn't make the pieces fit
Then give me happy pills
There's pieces left, you idiot
Remember "Ozzie and Harriet"?
Remember "The Stepford Wives"?
Remember "Father Knows Best"?
Remember "I Love Lucy"?
Don't wanna talk about it
Don't wanna read about it
Don't wanna hear about it
Don't wanna see about it
Remember "Ozzie and Harriet"?
Remember "The Stepford Wives"?
Remember "Father Knows Best"?
Remember "I Love Lucy"?
Instrumental 1
(Mustaine)
Instrumental track
The creed
(Mustaine)
From the dust of which I came
To dust I return again
From my mother I am torn
With my brothers off the war
We escape before the dawn
Try to outrun the sun
Take my own life in my hands
Fearing god but never man
Take my ancient hand
Look me in the eye
Looking past the lines
Soon you'll see as I
You are young if you want
You could be old if you try
I can show you how to live
But you can't show me how to die
As the sun stalks the sky
I am not afraid to die
My ear upon the ground
For the iron horse's sound
Encircle glowing rocks
One by one each chieftain talks
Tales of yore and bravest deeds
Coveting their warrior creed
Take my ancient hand
Look me in the eye
Looking past the lines
Soon you'll see as I
You are young if you want
You could be old if you try
I can show you how to live
But you can't show me how to die
My hands will bridge the distance
Of beginning to the end
The time for learning ceases
It was all wasted and spent
From witch doctor to shaman
Kachina doll to chief
The spirit knows what ails you
You beg for its relief
All that I know
All that I say
My heart beats and my pulse drums
Out tribal rhythms pounding through the sky
My town
(Mustaine/Ving)
New York City, Hollywood
Philadelphia, New Orleans
Cincinatti, San Francisco
Detroit City, Albequerque
Reno, Tuscon, Dallas, El Paso
Tulsa, Vegas, Denver, Seattle
Tonight we stole the keys to the city
Your town is mine, I'm coming through
We'll light a fire underneath your sky
Tomorrow takes us someplace new
Cleveland, Charlotte
Columbus, Salt Lake City
San Diego, Syracuse, San Jose, Talahassee
Nashville, Houston, Portland, Knoxville
Tonight we stole the keys to the city
Your town is mine, I'm coming through
We'll light a fire underneath your sky
Tomorrow takes us someplace new
Phoenix, Raleigh, Oakland, Mobile
Providence, Washington, Baltimore, Austin
Lafayette, Atlanta, Los Angeles and Boston
Tonight we stole the keys to the city
Your town is mine, I'm coming through
We'll light a fire underneath your sky
Tomorrow takes us someplace new
Voices
(Mustaine/Ving)
Locked in battle hardened
Deep despair and doubt
A gaggle of grenades
With all the pins pulled out
A dog bit my hand
I'm crawling on the ground
Asking for some help
But no one ever comes
Walking in a nightmare
Please, turn on the light
I hear the strangest sounds
Can anyone hear them?
I hear them
I hear them
I hear them
I hear them
Hit my head on the wall
'Till my keepers come
Protect me from myself
Off to the quiet room
Weird specters ride the air
I know I can't be wrong
I see and hear them too
Can anyone else hear them?
I hear them
I hear them
I hear them
I hear them
A dog bit my hand
I'm crawling on the ground
Asking for some help
But no one ever comes
I hear them
I hear them
I hear them
I hear them
Nothing is something
(Mustaine/Ving/Lemieux/De Grasso)
Dig in the trash
There's nothing to eat
Sores on my tongue
Sores on my feet
Open the fridge
There's only pickles and beer
Breakfast of champions
Only things served in here
Nothing is something - I'll get some today
Nothing is something - I'm wasting away
Nothing is something - my life's in decay
Nothing is something
Going to a party
To look for my friends
I know I ain't got none
Hell, I can always pretend
Everyone will be there
Where the girls go
I don't know where it is
And I don't know where to go
Nothing is something - I'll get some today
Nothing is something - I'm wasting away
Nothing is something - my life's in decay
Nothing is something
Things I do
Decisions I make
My life story's a comic book
That explains the way I look
Nothing is something - I'll get some today
Nothing is something - I'm wasting away
Nothing is something - my life's in decay
Nothing is something
Interlude
(Mustaine)
Instrumental track
Hearts will bleed
(Mustaine/Ving)
Freedom, justice
Power of reason
Peace, opportunity
Compassion, equal equality
These are the things we need
The same stars shine on everyone
We're blessed, we agree, we receive
We'll live in peace 'till our hearts bleed
Homeland, good friends
People who make amends
We spend gainful days
The profit is ours to save
These are the things we need
The same stars shine on everyone
We're blessed, we agree, we receive
We'll live in peace 'till our hearts bleed
Freedom, justice
Power of reason
Peace, opportunity
Compassion, equal equality
Homeland, good friends
People who make amends
We spend gainful days
The profit is ours to save
No pain
(Mustaine/Ving)
I'm the demon - you can trust me
I'm the demon - as you can see
I'm the demon - for you are free
You'll be safe if you listen to me
Just a taste is all you need
You'll feel better with help from me
Hungry for your brain to ease
If you don't take it you go crazy
You're a man can do what you want
No one tells you to do or don't
The demon is here when you're feeling weak
Take some of this, listen when I speak
I'm the demon - you can trust me
I'm the demon - as you can see
I'm the demon - for you are free
You'll be safe if you listen to me
Take this stuff, it'll fix your life
You'll love it more than your wife
You give up and you'll be ruled
You'll be one of the devil's fools
Just try a little, you can help yourself
To feel no pain equals all the wealth
Take some more 'cause it's almost time
One more shot and your soul is mine
I'm the demon - you can trust me
I'm the demon - as you can see
I'm the demon - for you are free
You'll be safe if you listen to me
See the world through black glasses
Watch my life as it passes
Through the city to the gates of hall
The demons there all will know me well
In the pain of my nightmare
Just give me more 'cause I don't care
Take me deeper, take me down
Demons wait for you underground
Walk with demons beneath your feet
You have things you must take and dealers to meet
You cant control the spin, not by the shape that you're in
How could you tell you would wake up in hell?
I'm the demon - you can trust me
I'm the demon - as you can see
I'm the demon - for you are free
You'll be safe if you listen to me
Roadman
(Mustaine/Ving)
All I need's a highway sign
To destinate my life
Play all night and drive all day
My job and it's my wife
Once you get to going
There ain't no turning 'round
Across the USA and back again
To give the people sounds
And when the party's over
And we done all that we can
I find out what time's check out time
Get up and get back in the van, I'm roadman
Every night is Friday night
Same show different day
Tomorrow we'll be headed down the road
And on our way
Off to see more thirsty faces
With them join with us to slam
Good sportsmanship and bruises
Is our basic battle plan
And when the party's over
And we done all that we can
I find out what time's check out time
Get up and get back in the van, I'm roadman
Instrumental 3
(Mustaine)
Instrumental track