One - Metallica (Transkrip dan lirik lagu)

What is democracy? What is democracy? It got something to do with young men killing each other, Arthur. When it's comes my turn, will you want me to go? For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son. It is impossible for this severed individual to experience Pain, Pleasure, Memory, Dreams or Thought of any kind. This young man will be as unfeeling as unthinking as the dead, until the day he joins them.
"One" adalah salah satu lagu Metallica dari album ...And Justice For All (1988) yang bercerita tentang perang, dalam video musiknya lagu ini digabungkan dengan film Johnny Got His Gun (1971) yang bertema anti perang. Film ini telah dibeli oleh Metallica sehingga dapat menayangkan cuplikan-cuplikan film untuk memperkuat pesan anti perang yang ingin disampaikan dalam lagu One.



Berikut transkrip (huruf italic) dan lirik dari video lagu One di atas.

The cerebrum has suffered massive and irreparable damage
He will never know what has happened to him
If I have not been sure of this, I would not have permitted him to live
Where am I?
Father
What happened?
I need help

What is democracy?
What is democracy?
It got something to do with young men killing each other, I think
When it's comes my turn, will you want me to go?
For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son

It is impossible for this severed individual to experience pain
Pleasure
Memory
Dreams or thought of any kind
This young man will be as unfeeling
As unthinking as the dead
Until the day he joins them

I don't know whether I'm alive or dreaming or dead or remembering

How can you tell what's a dream and what's real
When you can't even tell when you're awake and when you're asleep
Where am I?

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

They just went ahead and chopped off everything
Oh God, please make them hear me
They won't listen, they won't hear me
They got to wake me up I'll be like this for years
Hear 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

It's like a piece of meat that keeps on living
It won't always be like this, will it?

I can't live like this!
I-I can't!
Please no
I can't! I can't!
Help me, somebody please, help me!
Mother where are ya?
Help me, mother, I'm having a nightmare and I can't wake up

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

Me lying here like, like some freak in a carnival show

Here is the armless, legless
Wonder of the twentieth century

Death has a dignity as all its own

Father!
I need help
I'm in terrible trouble and I need help
Don't you remember when you were little?
How and you and Bill Harper use to string a wire between the two houses
So you could telegraph to each other?
You'll remember the Morse code?

Darkness
Imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

It's Morse code
For what?
S.O.S.
Help

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

What's he saying?
Said kill me. Over and over again, kill me.
Don't you have any message for him doctor?
He's the product of your profession, not mine

Kill me
I'm asking you to kill me

Thank you

Save me please

Father

Each man faces death by himself
Alone

Good-bye father

Inside me I'm screaming nobody pays any attention
If I had arms, I could kill myself
If I had legs, I could run away
If I had a voice, I could talk and be some kind of company for myself
How do I know they'll kill me?
I could yell for help, but nobody'd help me
I just got to do some kind of, see how I can go on like this

S.O.S. help me
S.O.S. help me

Keep the hope fires burning
While our hearts are yearning
Though the lads are far away they dream of home...
(Keep the Home-Fires Burning Song)


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