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Suicide in B Minor
08:38
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Lyrics:
There’s a light in the room that shines on me.
There’s a fight on the street that concerns me.
When the light is off my shadow might be gone,
but my soul and my body will still live on.
When the sun comes up, there’ll be no shadow of a fight.
Just bloody, blue, bodies that died to prove right.
Chorus:
Let them see, there will be rules with no Saracen sword.
Promised Land’s made by hand, not by the mighty Lord.
What’s the difference? An illusion, two different names.
God or Allah, what’s the difference? It’s just another game.
The battle rages on, what’s on your mind?
As long as these chains are on for the last in line,
there’ll be fire, there’ll be flame, hunger and pain.
Where there’s fire, I’ll be water and I’ll extinguish flame.
Where there’s thirst, I’ll be water and I will quench the thirst of the sane. What is, what is this game?
You’ll never find the answer, you’ll never realize what you’ve been told since birth, is nothing but a sacred lie.
Who tells you what is right? Who tells you what is wrong?
Those you defeat today, tomorrow may be strong.
(Then) in a land where you reigned once, submission’s your reaction. And a turn of a nasty card, bloodshed’s their satisfaction.
Chorus:
Let them see, there will be rules with no Saracen sword.
Promised Land’s made by hand, not by the mighty Lord.
What’s the difference? An illusion two different names.
God or Allah, what’s the difference? It’s just another game.
There once was a boy, who lived for the stars, asking everyone, what’s on planet Mars?
Took his goat to the hills and he would daydream.
Coming back one day he heard his family scream.
Now the man’s not a boy anymore since innocence died.
Apathy’s not his life anymore. The word is suicide.
There’s a fight on the street that concerns me.
There’s a man in the crowd that frightens me.
He is dark, serene, irrational and mean.
When he strikes, in his chest I see the wire, as they scream.
Hatred goes on and on, until it never ends.
It’s a lose-lose affair, you lose both foes and friends.
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2. |
Nightmare within a Dream
10:34
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Saddam:
Take this kiss upon the brow, and in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow.
You are not wrong who deem that my days have been a dream.
Yet, if hope has flown away, in a night or in a day.
In a vision or in none, is it therefore the less gone.
All that we see or seem, is but a nightmare within a dream:
Narrator:
Sailing cross the seas with a License to Kill,
Marching on the sands of the Persian Gulf,
Where heads will roll, no single soul would believe that they would leave, once the Lord of Qadesiyyah overthrown.
Operation genocide, breeds only suicide.
Euphrates ashamed, for black gold betrayed,
Where eagles dare, death fills the air.
Now the Lord has dropped his sword, the battle’s lost, the test is scored. Who failed this state?
Every rise will have its final fall. These gallows will hear the call of a tyrant going down, down, down; A king without a crown.
Chorus:
Saddam:
I will leave this world, they’ll curse me all.
Bow to me and treasure me at least until I fall.
I, the Lord of terror, will die, betrayed by the masters of the House of the White.
Saddam:
Oh God, can I not grasp one with a tighter clasp.
Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave.
Oh God, why (do) you let me die?
I, the King, I would bring passion to the realm of blood.
Saddam:
I stand amid a roar of a self-tormented shore.
And I hold within my hand, grains of golden sands.
How few, yet how they creep, from my fingers to the deep,
while I weep, while I weep.
Narrator:
War’s an act of optimistic facts.
Post-Cold war needs most wholistic pacts.
The current structure of the United Nations has failed, call the third world in.
Every rise will have its final fall.
These gallows will hear the call of a tyrant going down, down, down, a king without a crown.
Chorus:
Saddam:
I will leave this world, they’ll curse me all.
Bow to me and treasure me at least until I fall.
I the pastor of death will die.
Baptized and betrayed by the House of the White.
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3. |
Project Sinister
07:32
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Lyrics:
Blair’s Confessions:
Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It’s the moment of truth and I won’t pretend.
Committing a just crime, I went down, and I know that you know who has been the clown.
With their sympathy and trust, and for my own temptations, I used the votes of the just and destroyed one whole nation.
Tell me Father, may I be excused from God’s court of justice and truth?
Maybe we talked in whispers, scheming perpetual reign.
Maybe this project sinister, will bring me eternal pain.
Tell me, this is not a crime, or I’ll never be the same.
How will history remember my name?
Oh sad are my words, but sadder the world, after my quest for fame.
“Will I ever be the same? God’s forgotten angle blame?
Blair on Bush:
Child of fire, baptized in stone. His father no stranger, his mission well-known.
We drifted across the heat of the south, “a quest for peace”. He was all just mouth.
Where prejudice is taking over, genocide’s out of control.
Am I evil or divine?
Shouldn’t he also taste your wine, take bread from your altar? The Vulkan called for slaughter. He promised me glory and pride.
Is this what his prophet had foreseen? “Salvation” aired on BBC screen.
My prize to eternalize my grisly pang.
Oh sad are my words, but sadder the world, after the battle hymn we sang.
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Do you believe?
06:02
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Verse 1:
Did you hear of the wonder, the man who healed the blind?
Do you feel the urge inside tonight?
Does it make you wonder? Was it real or was it the mind that tricked the spirit? Two of a kind
Chorus:
He’s gone miles away and you still mourn every year.
Is it what you believe or is it the guilt inside?
Are you relieved to know there’s blood on the other side? Do you believe?
Verse 2:
Once upon a time, in a land east of nowhere, there was a man who preached a crime.
Justified his orders by refuting his opponents. Hmmm, two of a kind.
Chorus:
He’s gone miles away and you still mourn every year.
Is it what you believe or is it the guilt inside?
Are you relieved to know there’s blood on the other side? Do you believe? Do you believe?
Overture:
What you believe in, is how you lead your life. The moment you fly, you feel the torment, you cry. And I’ll just watch you die.
Chorus:
He’s gone miles away and you still mourn every year.
Is it what you believe or is it the guilt inside?
Are you relieved to know there’s blood on the other side? Do you believe?
Verse 3:
Twice upon a time, in two corners of the world, there were men who preached their crimes. They justified their orders and refuted their opponents. Two of a kind.
Chorus:
He’s gone miles away and you still mourn every year.
Is it what you believe or is it the guilt inside?
You will always find there’s truth to hide.
You’ll never find the answer, they’ll never know the reason, why you died.
Did you hear of the wonder?
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Coming Home
06:09
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Verse 1:
Never thought I’d come to this. Is this the place I’ll miss? Am I finding my way back home?
Is it gonna be the same, like the way it used to be? Will anyone call out my name?
Chorus:
What am I heading for when I know there will be nothing more for me to see. I hope to see the flashing lights of a city that will never fight again.
Verse 2:
Nights that I spent waiting on the line. Not knowing if I was evil or divine. Seconds seemed like days, now I’m on my way to cross the line.
Six years of idleness, six years of anguish, six years of patience, but only one wish.
One wish to go back home, one wish to stay at home, one wish to kill, it’s the way I feel.
Chorus:
What am I heading for when I know there’ll be nothing for me to see?
I hope to see the flashing lights of a city that will never fight again.
Gonna open that door. Gonna step on that floor. Gonna play that grand piano.
Am I gonna see it again, or is it gonna stay in the past. All that happiness that I once had in my life, seems to be gone.
What am I heading for, when I don’t even know why I am heading for a land that remains my home. In spite of all its evil trends that I know once will surely end, it’s my home, my home
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US For Fools
08:52
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Verse 1:
We rise from the ashes, from earth down below, into the realm of skies.
They call us evil, the wicked who’s sown, seeds of an unholy mind.
We call for freedom. They see us a threat to their rule.
Chorus:
We want no kingdom or empire, but they take our lives, our fortune, and us for fools.
Verse 2:
A life of confusion, running from the state.
Again disillusioned, the reason for all we hate.
I seek shelter from the war in the madness that reigns.
I seek shelter from the torture, shelter from the pain.
Verse 3:
Next stop Babylon, the magic carpet’s late.
One more tea and listen to my tale!
The hanging gardens are closed today.
The sugar in your tea wont melt away.
One more look it takes two to see. You’re misplaced in history.
Is this what you’d expected to see? Does this seem the land of Aladdin to thee?
The genie in the bottle is gay.
The president denies it before he goes to pray.
“We don’t have that kind around here.”
But the Vice and the President … Well that’s what people say.
One more look it takes two to see. You’re misplaced in history.
Is this what you’d expected to see? Does this seem the land of Aladdin to thee?
Verse 1:
We rise from the ashes, from deep down under, into the realm of disguise.
They call us evil, the wicked who’s blown winds and unholy thunders.
We call for freedom. They see us a threat to their rule.
Chorus:
We want no kingdom or empire.
But they take our lives, our fortune, and us for fools.
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7. |
Cask of Amontillado
07:26
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Verse 1:
A thousand wounds I’d borne, but when he came to slander, I vowed revenge.
I made no threats at all. You who know my soul, at last, I’ll be avenged.
Lured him into the vaults, oh no, I am the master.
As he took a sip among the dead men, the last stone I plastered.
Pre-chorus
This is the tale of vengeance on Fortunado.
See this deadly shine, this is the wine.
Did you get to taste Amontillado?
Beware of your host. He’s in for the kill and more.
Chorus:
This is the cask, the cask of Amontillado.
To kill is my task. Will he live behind these walls?
His future and past, for a glass of Amontillado,
But his legend I’ll pass on to the house of Montresor.
Verse 2:
Thousand and one wounds, but only one slander, he’ll be ashamed.
I made no threats, you who know me well. I’ll take revenge
Lured him into the vaults, oh no, I am the master.
As he took a sip among the dead men, the last stone I plastered .
Pre-chorus
This is the tale of vengeance on Fortunado.
See this deadly shine, this is the wine.
Did you get to taste Amontillado?
Beware of your host, he’s in for the kill and more.
Chorus:
This is the cask, the cask of Amontillado.
To kill is my task. Will he live behind these walls?
His future and past, for a glass of Amontillado,
But this legend I’ll pass on to the house of Montresor.
Verse 3:
When you look inside of me, you see division.
It’s split personality, one man and his visions.
It’s me, and him, both in sane,
It’s me, and him both in pain,
It’s me, and her, we share one grave.
It’s me, it’s her, master and slave.
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Whispers In Crimson Tehran, Iran
The tracks on Whispers in Crimson’s first album, Suicide in B Minor, reflect the political mindset of the band’s founder,
Amirali Nourbakhsh.
He was 13 when the Islamic Revolution took place in Iran overthrowing the Shah. As a son of an American-Iranian trained naval officer under the Shah’s regime, he witnessed how the 1979 revolution changed his life overnight.
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