Masterful Magazine

Well, I don't want no Jesus freak to tell me what it's all about,
No black magician telling me to cut my soul out,
Don't believe in violence; I don't even believe in peace
I've opened the door now my mind's been relieved

Well, I don't want no preacher telling me about the god in the sky,
No, I don't want no one to tell me where I'm gonna go when I die
I wanna live my life I don't want people telling me what to do
I just believe in myself, 'cos no one else is true

Ev'ry day just comes and goes
Life is one long overdose
People drive to ruination
I can see through their frustration

People hiding their real faces,
Each one running their rat races
Behind each flow'r there grows a weed
in their world of make-believe

So believe what I tell you;
It's the only way you'll find in the end
Just believe in yourself you know you really shouldn't have to pretend
Don't let those empty people try and interfere with your mind
Just live your life and leave them all behind

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Don't need no blind belief
Don't need no comic relief
Don't need to see the scars
Don't need Jesus Christ Superstar
Don't need no Sunday Television
Bet your life you don't need religion

Don't need no time for prayer
Don't save no knee-pads for me up there
If your head's alright, ya don't need binoculars to see the light
Ya don't need no miracle vision
Bet your life you don't need religion


I don't need no Santa Claus
Don't believe in fairies no more
Don't need to go to confession
I'm already trying to fight depression
Don't need no exorcism
Bet your life you don't need religion

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Piękne, zwiezłe, dosadne. Cudo. Wklejać swoje typy!

Orgy of silence
Conspiracy of peace
Only the master
Of the cold northern breeze

Twinsun sink fading
Behind the black lake
Asleep is the mountains
Yet the night is awake

Strange is the night
Now black stars rise
And many moons circle
Through silent the night

Along the black mountainside scattered
By the campfires awaiting the dawn
Two times a hundred men in battles
Tried by the steel in the arrow axe and the sword

By battle worn hunger torn awaitening
For the sun to break through the cold haze
And for the banners of Ebal to appear
On the hill in the sun's first warm rays

The elder among the men looked deep into
The fire and spoke loud with pride
Tomorrow is a fine day to die

Now the morning advance from far east
Now the sun breaks through dustclouds and haze
Now a forest of spears appears on the hill
And the steel shines bright in the sun's first rays

Die
Die
Die
Die

In a buildin' tall with a stone wall around there's a rubber room
When a man sees things and hears sounds that's not there
He's headed for the rubber room
Illusions in a twisted mind to save from self-destruction hmm it's the rubber room
Where a man can run into the wall till his strenght makes him fall and lie still
And wait for help in the rubber room
From his blurry vision of doom a psycho in the rubber room
The man in the room right next to mine screams a woman's name hits the wall in vain He's in the rubber room
I hear footsteps poundin' on the floor God I hope they don't stop at my door
Hmm I'm in the rubber room
Now they've come to get me but they find
I'm a screamin' pretty words tryin' to make 'em rhyme
I'm n the rubber room hmm a psycho I'm in the rubber room hmm

White Trash Headache

Pull back the hammer
and throw it at me like I was your best friend
For a bulls-eye I'll shut my eyes for you

tak akurat sobie u mnie leci CIRCLE OF DEAD CHILDREN, kawałek trwający 6 sekund

Eric Clapton sucks, Eric Clapton sucks
Eric Clapton's gay, and he's fucking gay

Your father is the 4th worst singer
After Springsteen, Seger, and Petty
You were sick of his gay fucking songs
So you jumped out a really high up window

Your father sucks so fucking bad
You knew you'd get beaten up at school
You were sick of hearing "You Look Wonderful Tonight"
So you jumped out a really high up window

I almost wish you didn't die
Because I hate the song "Tears In Heaven"
I was glad you died until I heard that song
And Kevin Sharp is gay

Ale weźcie rozwińcie po krótkim uzasadnieniu, no bo jak to wygląda...

twoja_stara_trotzky pisze:Eric Clapton sucks, Eric Clapton sucks
Eric Clapton's gay, and he's fucking gay

I taki tekst Ci się podoba? Nie lubisz Eryczka?

najlepsze liryki w thrash metalu - RAINING BLOOD

i reszta moze spierdalac, z zalosnym master of puppets na czele

Wódz Dziesięć Niedźwiedzi pisze:In a buildin' tall with a stone wall around there's a rubber room
When a man sees things and hears sounds that's not there
He's headed for the rubber room
Illusions in a twisted mind to save from self-destruction hmm it's the rubber room
Where a man can run into the wall till his strenght makes him fall and lie still
And wait for help in the rubber room
From his blurry vision of doom a psycho in the rubber room
The man in the room right next to mine screams a woman's name hits the wall in vain He's in the rubber room
I hear footsteps poundin' on the floor God I hope they don't stop at my door
Hmm I'm in the rubber room
Now they've come to get me but they find
I'm a screamin' pretty words tryin' to make 'em rhyme
I'm n the rubber room hmm a psycho I'm in the rubber room hmm

Prawda. Przyda się uzasadnienie.

Powyższy tekst pochodzi z utworu Rubber Room autorstwa Portera Waggonera. Chyba najbardziej chory tekst country jaki słyszałem a i kawałek też miażdży. Na YouTube jest koncertowa wersja tego wałka, ale studyjna lepsza. Ciekawe, czy D.E. Edwards zasłuchiwał się w Waggonerze

....aaa i jeszcze teksty Anima Damnata, polscy liryczni pionierzy

In the dark side of our brains
Can be hidden cruel desires
Sodomy, blood, death and sadism
It's so good to turn them into reality

Tracy you hurt me and broke my heart
Don't giving me pleasure acting so coldly
Putting my lust and feelings apart
Tracy I loved you and didn't wanna do it

Your rotten flesh is now so sweet
Too cold you are driving me to a intense orgasm
Licking your body I realize my dream
Why did you force me to kill?

You lied to me
And just now I can see it

You closed your legs
But I couldn't resist

Now I remember that night of lust
When you gave me your last scorn
Was so tasty to see you dying
And your last breath when
You looked to me
With blood in your eyes

Slowly your flesh
Turning cold like ice


... i w ogóle wszystkie na "Rotting". Za patologię.

Całe "Murder Ballads", a potem długo, długo nic.

Ballerina.

Riven pisze:najlepsze liryki w thrash metalu - RAINING BLOOD

i reszta moze spierdalac, z zalosnym master of puppets na czele

"reszta może spierdalać" ? właśnie napisałeś że nie masz pojęcia o thrashu, pofatyguj się posłuchać Bonded by Blood teksty równie zajebiste, chociaż może bardziej przyziemne niż na Slayer

pokaz mi ktory tekst na tej plycie jest lepszy niz raining blood

Nie to że lepszy, ale podobny poziom zajebistości. Liryki na obu płytach tematyka jest trochę inna (jak wspominałem - Exodus jest bardziej przyziemny, dosłowny, życiowy, codzienny), aczkolwiek w obu 100% thrashowa. Równie wysoko jak teksty z RiB cenię sobie te z BbB.

Po prostu teza że teksty Slayer a potem "reszta może spierdalać" to lekka przesada.

nie, Raining blood, juz samym tytulem deklasuje konkurencje.
i nie wszystkie teksty z RIB sa takie swietne, bardzo dobry jest tez oczywiscie w Angel of Death czy Postmortem.

Riven pisze:najlepsze liryki w thrash metalu - RAINING BLOOD

i reszta moze spierdalac, z zalosnym master of puppets na czele

teksty z master( choc i tak nie pierwszej klasy ) sa znacznie lepsze niz wszystkie Slayer razem wziete

Czesław pisze:pofatyguj się posłuchać Bonded by Blood teksty równie zajebiste, chociaż może bardziej przyziemne niż na Slayer

wyslij to tutaj: http://www.masterful-magazine.com/forum ... php?t=1793

no i mozemy sie tak licytowac, bo ja uwazam, ze Raining blood ma 100x lepszy tekst niz jakies tam smety hetfielda ; )

Riven pisze:no i mozemy sie tak licytowac, bo ja uwazam, ze Raining blood ma 100x lepszy tekst niz jakies tam smety hetfielda ; )

O to to! Chociaż Hetfield pisał chyba lepsze teksty niż grał na gitarze, a na gitarze grał lepiej niż brzmiał gdy zaczął śpiewać...