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(04-07-2017, 01:32 PM)John J. Xenakis Wrote: There are several problems with your Metallica song.  First, it
doesn't sound like a song.  It sounds a noisy war zone, which is
probably what it's meant to sound like, but it doesn't sound like a
song.  Second, even though it pretends to be a "hate war" song,
everyone knows that it's really a "hate Boomer" song.

If you're into anti-war songs, there are a lot of really
nice ones from the 60s.  First, they're really songs.  And
second, they really are anti-war songs.

Here's a sample list:

Blowing in the Wind
This Land is Your Land, This Land is My Land
If I Had A Hammer
Give Peace A Chance
People Got To Be Free
The Times They Are a Changing
Turn, Turn, Turn
Where Have All The Flowers Gone?
Tie A Yellow Ribbon ('round the Old Oak Tree)
I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing

Music is just a matter of taste. IOW, it's a subjective matter.

I see you have a list of 2T era songs.  You forgot one.





I like War Pigs - Black Sabbath.

Btw, I see no anti Boom stuff wrt Metallica.

Here's another sample for you.  Iron Maiden

2 Minutes to Midnight lyrics Wrote:Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamor, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast, yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamor, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamor, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight, all night

I like lyrics that just cut to the chase.

Hell, I can even do a poem.

On foreign oil, does the US feast
So, let the weapons fly in the Mideast.
The US military goes to shed blood.
Their graves shall be nothing but mud.
So, place the bet.
And take a chance that doom shall be met.
The Pentagram always says vital US interests are at stake.
The wise amongst us know it's a long term mistake.
Just watch the flying flak.
And await the coming of the blow-back.


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The future landscape of the Mideast, man.