Track for track: Metallica - ...And Justice For All

[Pete Rock]

Jeg fucking elsker soloer - hvis man gør sig fortjent til dem.

[Kong Louie]

Jeg elsker den, elsker den klimprende intro, elsker trommerne - lissom Æsmet, elsker harmonierne, elsker teksten, og elsker mest den tålmodige, tunge opbygning af et ægte, episk metalnummer, et simpelt, klart budskab udfoldet i barokstore rammer.

[Kongen af Danmark]

Synes virkelig også introen/mellemspillet er skidegodt.

[Kongen af Danmark]

Så er vi nået til:
3. Eye of the Beholder


Do you see what I see? Truth is an offence
You silence for your confidence
Do you hear what I hear? Doors are slamming shut
Limit your imagination, keep you where they must

Do you feel what I feel? Bittering distress
Who decides what you express
Do you take what I take? Endurance is the word
Moving back instead of forward seems to me absurd

Doesn’t matter what you see?
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it’s done just how I say

Independence limited
Freedom of choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception

Do you fear what I fear? Living properly
Truths to you are lies to me
Do you choose what I choose? More alternatives
Energy derives from both the plus and negative

Do you need what I need? Boundaries overthrown
Look inside to each his own
Do you trust what I trust? Me, myself and I
Penetrate the smoke screen I see through the selfish lie

Doesn’t matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it’s done just how I say

Independence limited
Freedom of choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception

Do you know what I know? Your money end your wealth
Your silence just to hear your self
Do you want what I want? Desire not a thing
I hunger after independence, lengthen freedom’s ring

Doesn’t matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it’s done just how I say

Independence limited
Freedom of choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom no longer frees you

Doesn’t matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it’s done just how I say

[Winter Chylde]

Kæft det er fedt

[Jimmi Jazz]

100p stiv metaldiller.

[Jon A]

Det der mellem-solo-stykke på Blackened er virkeligt svært at komme igennem.

Altså beatdown-stykket? EDBFS?

Jeg knuselsker seføli den her plade fra ende til anden. Det er helt latterligt, så god den er.

[Kongen af Danmark]

Jeg tror faktisk jeg, sådan sang for sang, ville rate denne plade højere end de andre Metallica plader. Hvis ikke det var for produktion og tendens til liiidt for lange numre, så ville den måske endda være den bedste. Metallica sangskrivningen/stilen er i hvert fald meget rendyrket på dagens nummer.

[Kong Louie]

Godt barndomsminde: Min kammerat havde fået nyt anlæg, et ordentligt drøn med kæmpe højtalere der virkelig kunne brage igennem. Vi skruede helt op, og så satte vi ellers Eye of the Beholder på, så den der gigacreepy intro bare blev højere og HØJERE og HØJERE. Det var vildt fedt.

[Kongen af Danmark]

Så er det dag fire og vi er nået til hittet - en af den slags numre, man næsten ikke kan forholde sig til om er godt eller ej mere.



I can’t remember anything, can’t tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream, this terrible silence stops me
Now that the war is through with me, I’m waking up I cannot see
That there’s not much left of me, nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me

Back in the womb it’s much too real, in pumps life that I must feel
But can’t look forward to reveal, look to the time when I’ll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me, just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be, cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me

Now the world is gone I’m just one
Oh God, help me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see, absolute horror
I cannot live, I cannot die
Trapped in myself, body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech, taken my hearing
Taken my arms, taken my legs, taken my soul
Left me with life in hell

For god ordens skyld får I også live-versionen fra den begivenhed, der indirekte danner baggrund for denne t4t:


Og musikvideoen, der som bekendt er starten på Metallicas leflen for the mainstream media, eller i hvert fald et endegyldigt farvel til "undergrunden":