#028 - Lyric Analyse III: The Mad Sailor - Wuthering Heights

Metal Lyrics unter der Lupe Teil 3

Heute wird der Songtext zum Song The Mad Sailor von der dänischen
Progressive/Power/Folk Metal Band Wuthering Heights genauer
betrachtet. Außerdem klärt Steff endlich über den Unterschied
zwischen Bassern und Bassisten auf.


Die Lyrics und den Link zum Song, zum Text und zu allem Anderen
findet ihr weiter unten.
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Einleitung | 00:01:55 der eklige Schnaps | 00:06:06 Metal
Anekdote | 00:11:22 Start der Lyric Analyse | 01:03:43 Fazit
Analyse | 01:05:43 Ausbilck auf kommende Ereignisse
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Lyrics zur Analyse

If this is the end, then what was it all worth?
Don't bother to ask, there's no price on this earth
'Cause life's still a mystery
You can't cost-benefit-analyse it
And the hereafter's all in our minds
Though we try to disguise it
Still it shall be exciting to see the end of the show
Abra-macabra, baby, here we go!


"The Meaning of Life", well I don't really care
Though this could be the last time we come up for air
And maybe there's really no reason to stay
Still I'll play you a shanty to brighten your day


Quiet! When they pull the plug on this world all mechanic
A dreamgig to play on the deck of this last Titanic


I will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going down
I will write no solemn epitaphs
For a world that's gone insane
When there is no tomorrow, even then will I know
That as long as the minstrels are playing
All is not in vain


Maybe the meaning was lost on the way
Maybe we've anchored at the last bay
But I will not lose spirit, though it may not be sound
So crack open the barrels if we're really going down


Riot!
When the lights go out, law and order vanished
They'll beg to be steered free
By the mad sailor that they banished


Wiederholung Refrain


I will welcome the Gods in their chariots of war
Stand up as they fire the first round
I'll have peace of mind, when the new day will find
Your carts and castles only dust on the ground
And I'd be as dead as the rest and it would not mean a
thing
Misanthropoetica! Allow me this last fling


Liar! Did they cry, freak, absurd and manic
But when this ship turns upside down these rats will panic


The weight of the world proved much too tough
Just dragging myself along was more than enough
But remember my words like marks from a whip
This old salt will go down with his ship
We will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going down
We will write no solemn epitaphs
For a world that's gone insane


Wiederholung Refrain


Wuthering Heights
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