BLACKJACK GUILLOTINE
Savatage es otra de esas bandas cuya fama ha llegado a casi todos los rincones de nuestro universo metálico, un grupo que ha sabido siempre ofrecer calidad y cambiar su estilo según sus necesidades compositivas, pasando por etapas más heavy metal de la old school, por otras más progresivas y conceptuales o incluso por otras que hacían más guiños al power. Formados en 1983 han editado, a fecha de esta reseña, 11 LP's y aunque llevan sin elaborar material nuevo desde 2001, su estatus como banda no es exactamente de grupo terminado. Hoy me quiero referir a su penúltimo disco de estudio, en una onda abiertamente progresiva y conceptual, como ya hiciesen en el anterior "Dead winter dead" del 95. Con este "The Wake of Magellan" del 97 estamos ante una obra un tanto más melódica, con muchos de los rasgos de su anterior disco pero algo menos cañera. Un disco en el que destacan varias de sus canciones, una de ellas este "Blackjack Guillotine", de la que dejo hoy un enlace a youtube.
Blackjack guillotine, razor sharp
Always clean, gotta lie very wide
Once inside she knows what to do
She knows what to do
Skin tight, china white, just another neon life
In the vein leaves a stain
All the time you know that it's true
You know that its true
So tell me what you had in store
It doesn't matter anymore
t never did, it never will
But I'll be out there waiting still
You're moving fast but leaving tracks
A compromise to your attacks
There comes a time you want to take it... ...back, back, back, back
I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing like that
Junkie, credit card, gotta vein
Goes for yards, hypnotised, you decide
Every neuron's changing its view
Changing its view
Gentlemen summarize every lie
Well disguised, don't forget, neuron death
In the mind awaiting its cue
Awaiting its cue
And so we found it very mod
The worshiping of lesser gods
And lie they do, for lie they must
For they know it's the lie we trust
And so we're out there laying tracks
Wherever there's a vein to pack
There comes a time you want to take it... ...back, back, back, back
I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing like that
Always clean, gotta lie very wide
Once inside she knows what to do
She knows what to do
Skin tight, china white, just another neon life
In the vein leaves a stain
All the time you know that it's true
You know that its true
So tell me what you had in store
It doesn't matter anymore
t never did, it never will
But I'll be out there waiting still
You're moving fast but leaving tracks
A compromise to your attacks
There comes a time you want to take it... ...back, back, back, back
I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing like that
Junkie, credit card, gotta vein
Goes for yards, hypnotised, you decide
Every neuron's changing its view
Changing its view
Gentlemen summarize every lie
Well disguised, don't forget, neuron death
In the mind awaiting its cue
Awaiting its cue
And so we found it very mod
The worshiping of lesser gods
And lie they do, for lie they must
For they know it's the lie we trust
And so we're out there laying tracks
Wherever there's a vein to pack
There comes a time you want to take it... ...back, back, back, back
I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing like that
By Nash
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