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Rust in Peace • Tornado Of Souls


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Album:
Rust in Peace
Rok:
1990
Název:
Tornado Of Souls
Délka:
5m 23s
Autor:
Dave Mustaine, David Ellefson
Hodnocení:
***
Naposledy upraveno:
24.03.2013 - 11:06

Megainfo
Píseň o nefunkčních vztazích a o následcích rozchodů.

"Tato píseň je o tom, jak se dostávám z nefunkčního vztahu. Nemá to nic společného se zabíjením kohokoliv." Dave Mustaine (1993)

"Dave chce holku, Dave nemůže mít holku, Dave zabíjí lidi!" Dave Mustaine (1998)

"Když jsem dokončil sólo k této písni, Mustaine přišel do studia, poslechl si to jednou, otočil se a bez jediného slova mi potřásl rukou. Byl to přesně ten moment, kdy jsem se skutečně cítil kytaristou pro tuto kapelu." Marty Friedman (2002)

Text
This morning I made the call
The one that ends it all
Hanging up I wanted to cry
But damm it this well's gone dry
Not for the money, not for the fame
Not for the power, just no more games

But, now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado
I can't replace the lies that let a 1000 days go
No more living trapped inside
In her way I'll surely die
In the eye of the tornado, blow me away

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

But, now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado
I can't replace the lies that let a 1000 days go
No more living trapped inside
In her way I'll surely die
In the eye of the tornado, blow me away

Who's to say what's for me to say
Who's to say what's for me to be
Who's to say what's for me to do
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

Solo - Friedman

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 the fate, proven true to late
Your tongue twist perverse, come drink now of this curse
And now I fill your brain, I 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