Metallica & Lou Reed: Songtexte und Stream

Eine Menge Neuigkeiten gibt es aus dem Hause METALLICA. Neben dem Studio-Erlebnis, dass Hammet und Hatfield zu Tränen gerührt das Studio verlassen mussten, als Reed den Gesang zu „Junior Dead“ aufgenommen hat, veröffentlichte die Band, dazu passend, den Text zu „Junior Dead“ sowie zu „Brandenburg Gate“ – nachzulesen am Ende dieser News.
Zudem gibt es nun auch eine finale Tracklist inklusive Songlängen zu dem Album, das am 31.10. erscheinen soll, sowie das komplette Album auf einer speziell dazu eingerichteten Seite als Stream.

01. Brandenburg Gate (4:19)
02. The View (5:17)
03. Pumping Blood (7:24)
04. Mistress Dread (6:52)
05. Iced Honey (4:36)
06. Cheat On Me (11:26)
07. Frustration (8:33)
08. Little Dog (8:01)
09. Dragon (11:08)
10. Junior Dad (19:28)

Zum „Lulu“-Stream…

„Junior Dad“

Would you come to me
If I was half drowning
An arm above the last wave

Would you come to me
Would you pull me up
Would the effort really hurt you
Is it unfair to ask you
To help pull me up

The window broke the silence of the matches
The smoke effortlessly floating

Pull me up
Would you be my lord and savior
Pull me up by my hair
Now would you kiss me, on my lips

Burning fever burning on my forehead
The brain that once was listening now
Shoots out its tiresome message

Won’t you pull me up
Scalding, my dead father
Has the motor and he’s driving towards
An island of lost souls

Sunny, a monkey then to monkey
I will teach you meanness, fear and blindness
No social redeeming kindness
Or – oh, state of grace

Would you pull me up
Would you drop the mental bullet
Would you pull me by the arm up
Would you still kiss my lips
Hiccup, the dream is over
Get the coffee, turn the lights on
Say hello to junior dad
The greatest disappointment
Age withered him and changed him
Into junior dad
Psychic savagery

The greatest disappointment
The greatest disappointment
Age withered him and changed him
Into junior dad.

„Brandenburg Gate“

I would cut my legs and tits off
When I think of Boris Karloff and Kinski
In the dark of the moon

It made me dream of Nosferatu
Trapped on the isle of Doctor Moreau
Oh wouldn’t it be lovely

I was thinking Peter Lorre
When things got pretty gory as I
Crossed to the Brandenburg Gate

I was feeling snappy perhaps I’d been napping
And I’d just ate
A following heart can tear you apart
On a midnight to 8 shift

A graveyard romance can only give one chance
As the tombstones weave and breathe

Feeling happy when my heart got beating
On a Sunday afternoon

I dreamt of breezes going through the treeses
And stars were still illumed
I have three hearts that I keep apart
Trying to relate
To normal feelings and the nightime reelings
And some absynthe drunk so late

The cook got drunk and all the whores they shrunk
Onto the size of dessert plates
But me I’m happy cause I got my little nappy
And some opium to set me straight
I’m just a small town girl who wants to give it a whirl
While my looks still hold me straight

Straight up to illusion and fantasy’s fusion
Of reality mixed with drink
I’m just a small town girl who’s gonna give life a whirl
Looking at the Brandenburg Gate.


Geschrieben am 20. Oktober 2011 von

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