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December 04
DIE WITH YOUR BOOTS ON(cover de Iron Maiden)
Another prophet of disaster who says the ship is lost
Another prophet of disaster leaving you to count the cost
Taunting us with visions, afflicting us with fear
Predicting war for millions in the hope that one appears
No point asking when it is, no point asking who's to go
No point asking what's the game, no point asking who's to blame
'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die
If you're gonna die, die with your boots on,
If you're gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die
13 the beast is rising, the Frenchman did surmise
Through earthquakes and starvation, the warlord will arise
Terror death destruction pour from the eastern sands
But the truth of all predictions is always in your hands
No point asking when it is, no point asking who's to go
No point asking what's the game
If you're gonna die, die with your boots on
If you're gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die, gonna die
Die with your boots on, if you're gonna try
well stick around, gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die
No point asking when it is, no point asking who's to go
No point asking what's the game, no point asking who's to blame
'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die
If you're gonna die, die with your boots on
If you're gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die, gonna die
Die with your boots on, if you're gonna try,
well stick around, gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die
If you're gonna die, die with your boots on
If you're gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die
PEACEMAKER
You've got the wings of a fallen angel
You offer peace if they praise your name
You live your life taking everything you can get
Look down, time to fly!
Life on the streets, you gamble with your own life
Only two things: you live or you die
Looking for fight, punishing guilty ones
You're playing Judge Dredd all the time
Always trying to make things right
Sometimes problems just multiply
His peacemaker on the scene of crime
Bad guys win though it won't seem right
Eating a hotdog on the corner of Main and some street
You are a disciple of your own gun
No one to talk, you say "I am the only one
but God I wonder I won't see the sun"
It's raining heavily and you don't have a dime
We see welfare, spend it all in one time
Must save your bullets, using them all the time
Yes, I am happy in...
Always trying to make things right
Sometimes problems just multiply
His peacemaker on the scene of crime
Bad guys win though it won't seem right
You've got your fingers burning
How come your gun is turning?
You make them pray and then you calmly blow them away
Taking rebels to the street, no matter who you're gonna meet
because Everybody knows that he is..
Always trying to make things right
Sometimes problems just multiply
His peacemaker on the scene of crime
Bad guys win though it won't seem right
MISPLACEDSometimes I feel so out of time and place,
trapped in a maze
As if I was lost in someone else's life...
The values I should keep in high regard don't mean a thing to me
Do you ever feel a need to go back in time?
A dream of mine...
To travel far away and one day steal back my life
In the end all I can do is to learn I live in a dreamland
This time was not made for me,
I have nowhere to land, no place to rest,
Like a bird, without a nest, I'm gliding
Under the clouds, forevermore
How much suffocated anxiety can be held within?
I was found guilty to a crime against myself
No need to hear the words again,
I live and I'd die for my dreamland
This time was not made for me,
I have nowhere to land, no place to rest,
Like a bird, without a nest, I'm gliding
Under the clouds, forevermore
I'll never have a chance,
I can't understand
I'm a misplaced man
How could this backward land
Learn to understand my dance?
What it's like, when
Every single smile hurts...
I have never felt like home here
Always missing something
People aren't connecting
Am I a misplaced soul?
I live in a perfect Hell,
I try finding my wishing well
When I drop my last tear,
I have accepted this life
A true saint, that I am not,
You have never seen me
'Cause I have always been there,
Standing by your side
I'll never have a chance,
I can't understand
I'm a misplaced man
How could this backward land
Learn to understand my dance?
What it's like, when
Every single moment pains me...
Never felt like home here
I am missing something
My soul's in a wrong shell?
I WANT OUT(creo q es cover de Helloween)
From our lives' beginning on
we are pushed in little forms
no one asks us how we like to be
in school they teach you what to think
but everyone says different things
but they're all convinced that
they're the ones to see
So they keep talking and they never stop
and at a certain point you give it up
so the only thing that's left to think is this
I want out--to live my life alone
I want out--leave me be
I want out--to do things on my own
I want out--to live my life and to be free
People tell me A and B
they tell me how I have to see
things that I have seen already clear
so they push me then from side to side
they're pushing me from black to white
they're pushing 'til there's nothing more to hear
But don't push me to the maximum
shut your mouth and take it home
'cause I decide the way things gonna be
I want out--to live my life alone
I want out--leave me be
I want out--to do things on my own
I want out--to live my life and to be free
There's a million ways to see the things in life
a million ways to be the fool
in the end of it, none of us is right
sometimes we need to be alone
No no no, leave me alone
I want out--to live my life alone
I want out--leave me be
I want out--to do things on my own
I want out--to live my life and to be free
THE POWER OF ONE
"My father's land,
My mother's tongue
Misleading me,
So shamelessly
For many years,
I misbelieved
The hatred is the path for me."
Father I have killed many angels,
I think.
I will now walk to the sea.
I hope you will someday forgive me
Please moor
My empty boat on a pier
I can blame for the blue blood that runs in my veins.
But I seem to forget that we are all the same.
In your own blaze of hate you've spawn a fear in many lives
You've taken action thinking it was all said on the signs.
You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of life
Mother I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
But the pain will remain.
No power to gain.
Now I have time to dwell on, self-awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw colors too bright, not knowing that I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw reveals that I have been complete, machine, in team.
Father I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
The pain will remain.
No power to gain.
Mother where's your son.
When has this begun'
Who has been the fool'
No one was born to be a servant or a slave.
Who can tell me the color of the rain'
In the world that we live in, the things said and done
They can well overrun
The power of one.
No one was born to be a servant etc.
To leave and let die
To give hope and take life
Is that what you're here for'
To think you are right
To make sure it won't fly
Is a making of a hate crime
In the homes of the brave,
In the homes of the land slaves,
We are all the same
I need to believe.
There's more than the eye can see
All colors of rainbow.
No one was born to be a slave
Seek the past and place the blame
Tell me the color of the rain
No one was born to be a master
In the land we live, we die
Praise the oneness, praise the lie
To bind a web around the faker
We will need a true
Rainmaker
"Children of Abel, Children of Cain
Can live in harmony, without shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Sacred Land
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your hand
Without the water, the wisdom of past
Will run through your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I leave you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."
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