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 Австралийцы пытались, очевидно, создать к 1991-му году материал посовременнее, пооригинальнее. Эта неудачная попытка вошла в историю тяжёлой музыки под двумя именами – альбом именуется либо «Rebellious Youth», либо «Every Dog Has It’s Day». Это в зависимости от того, для какого рынка тогда печаталась пластинка. Это, однако, не важно. Важно то, что в группе появился новый вокалист, Стив Слай, который мог без проблем вписываться в старый материал группы, и всё же обладал своим собственным стилем. Что сказалось и на всей ориентации творчества австралийцев: новым ориентиром был выбран, судя по всему, классический Anthrax, а не Testament, как это было раньше. Иногда слышится некая сдержанность и размеренность в духе Xentrix, но это случается нечасто. Становится понятно где-то на второй или третьей песне, что от не очень хорошей копии Anthrax на ближайшие 50 минут будет не спрятаться, если только не утереть глаза от слёз зевоты, нажать кнопку «stop» и найти себе занятие поувлекательней. Банально и предсказуемо всё: от железа до печальных медляков. Где-то на «Side Effect» ещё есть шанс вздрогнуть и вспомнить о подвигах былых Mortal Sin. Действительно классная вещь тут – это «See No Evil», но этот уровень, в целом, больше не держится. Там, где банда снова вываливает свои testament-овские ходы, например, в «The Price of Peace», там она снова становится интересной и слушабельной.
Банду подвела не продукция, не звук, не стечение обстоятельств, а элементарное отсутствие убедительного материала. Хотя ни на отсутсвие имени, ни на недотстаточность техники Mortal Sin в 1991-м году пожаловаться не могли. Посему они и сказали (более-менее своевременно) гуд-бай. Рекомендуется только законченым фэнам MS или собирателям исторических аретфактов от трэша. |
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It’s not easy staring at a T.V.
To prove to me that money’s got no soul
Hoping for a blind spot, gotta fill a time slot
Collecting cash wrapped in a bullshit role
Have to laugh when I’m watching
Those perfect families shining on the screen
Prototype to prototype, distorted in its form
In this unreal world of dreams
Inside, outside, inside out
Who knows where they’re going
If they don’t know what they’re doing
If they don’t know what they’re about
Inside, outside, inside out
Is someone gonna sell me what I’m about ?
Never claimed to be the one and only
An original non emulated style
Prototype to prototype, can’t differ anyway
When there’s passion and fame all the while
Never easy to be original
The evil of an influence can often sway the mind
Of what you feel, and what you see
In this world of identity
Inside, outside, inside out
Who knows where they’re going
If they don’t know what they’re doing
If they don’t know what they’re about
Inside, outside, inside out
Is someone gonna sell me what I’m about ?
Inside, outside, inside out
Who knows where they’re going
If they don’t know what they’re doing
If they don’t know what they’re about
Stylistic addiction, so set in its way
Prototype people won’t differ, can’t change
Taught how to lie, act and to breathe, that’s not me
A breathing carbon copy
From the pages of a glossy magazine
Prototype to prototype, distorted in its form
In this unreal world of dreams
Inside, outside, inside out
Outside, inside, inside out
Inside, outside, inside out
Does someone wanna sell me what I’m about ?
2. Access Denied
[Eftichiou / Carawana / Burke / Hughes / Sly]
[Narration written and spoken by Steve Sly]
The year 2018
Life as we know it destroyed through ignorance
Life unsustainable outside of the sterile City limits
Your every breath and movement monitored
Violence and crime will not be tolerated
Your first mistake will be your last
You are now entering Sector One
Please insert your life control card
S129434
You have sinned against your own people on Central City
Now you must pay the ultimate price: your access denied...
Blazing arid wasteland, motionless distress
As a red synthetic sunrise distorts the naturalness
Summoned by the signal, nature’s only point of view
As the system of the new world begins for those who do
No need for the seasons, destroyed inevitably
Eternal burning winter divorced the other three
Living under shelter, our existence doesn't change
To the regulated programme that's too dangerous to tame
Condemned to life, where you don't even die
Condemned to life, where emotion denied
Condemned to life, where you can't even ask why
Your condemned where it's access denied
No escape, there is no other side
Access denied, request denied
Monitor systems check emotion control
No room for resistance
Access denied, request denied
A digital readout shows the meaningless time
You may never speak out
Your condemned where it's access denied
No escape, there is no other side
Access denied, request denied
The silence that was louder now shattered by alarm
Shows a frenzy of obedience of safe but sterile charm
Blue and pink in sectors, unite but rarely meet
Just a basis for production, so that logic is complete
No need for assessment, do just what you do
Your emotions are illegal in this electronic womb
No chance for a rebirth, no chance to decide
Can we trust ourselves to run us if emotion is denied ?
Condemned to life, where you don't even die
Condemned to life, where emotion denied
Condemned to life, where you can't even ask why
Your condemned where it's access denied
No escape, there is no other side
Access denied, request denied
Sector One, it's our world, why let it die ?
Sub-divided, by nature can we ever decide ?
Nature's orders, pre-programmed through mother earth
Man's existence, decided through science and thought
Can't monitor emotion, can we limit control ?
Can't resist our own destruction
Our reactional readout shows the means to the time
Why did we leave it so late to speak out ?
No escape from a world of emotionless machines
Can't speak out, no logical point of view
Access denied, request denied
Life control by number, not a name
Access denied, time's running out for you
Access denied
Access denied
Access denied, access denied
3. Every Dog Has Its Day
[Sly / Eftichiou / DeFrancesco]
Stereotype money making machines
Butter wouldn't melt in their mouth
They got someone punching all the right numbers
Tattooed gimmicks, oh, hear how they scream
Seen on the pages of those corporate glossies
The bullshit that's churned out of the money making machine
They’re programmed to be the next big thing
I'm telling you all, don't believe everything that you read
This talent don't mean a thing
Technology paving the way
Every dog has its day
All monkey see, monkey do
Run it up the flag pole now, see who salutes
The feeble message of their means
Portrayal of some adolescent pop star dream
A shooting star, hit and run
Fed it all with the silver spoon, all hail the chosen one
Corporate music, human feeling left out
Insulting my intelligence every time they open their mouth
This talent don't mean a thing
Technology paving the way
Every dog has its day
Body guard, credit card
Expense account, why am I missing out ?
Maybe I don't look quite as good, but they all say
Every dog will have its day
They all got the look, clean cut, designer label style
On the cover of every glossy magazine
They're programmed to be the next big thing
Think for yourself and don't believe everything that you read, no no no no no
No individuality
Talent lost along the way
Emotionally automated
Blind faith follows their way
Every dog has its day
4. Behind The Lies
[DeFrancesco / Sly]
Two, three, go !
It’s always been a deep dark mystery of life
Behold, your eyes they will see
I hear your voice, it echoes on the whispering wind
We’ll take this evil world, wash away the sin
Releasing the grip of the evil that taunts me
I’m washing my hands of the blood and the sin
Behind the lies
Evolution of mankind, prevails to be seen
Living deep inside the tormented soul
Turn your back and walk away from these evil dreams
Saving yourself from the torment of the fires that burn below
Releasing the grip of the evil that taunts me
I’m washing my hands of the blood and the sin
Behind the lies
And as I walk the evil hallway
I shall not stumble or shall I fall
Always carrying with me the trust, the honour
Created as an equal, the choice is mine to uphold
Don’t turn your back and walk away from the loaded gun
Hiding your face won’t get you through, there’s nowhere left to run
You made the mistake, you sold your soul to the highest bidder
Forever to wander death’s dark hall, the eternal sinner
Releasing the grip of the evil that taunts me
I’m washing my hands of the blood and the sin
Rescue me now from the fire and brimstone
Evilness will crash and burn
Paying the price for lies once again
Behind the lies, behind the lies
And as I climb the evil stairway
I shall not stumble or shall I fall
Always carrying with me the trust, the honour
Created as an equal, the choice is mine to uphold
5. Wasted Days
[DeFrancesco / Sly]
As the misty morning clears on another day
All alone I wait for the final call
Bought the big ticket, got to ride that train all alone
All hope for freedom is lost and my back's against the wall
Flesh and blood is all that remain to get me through it all
Dignity stripped away, the human cloak is frail
Tagged with a number, the human baggage of the world
Living on memories
I can't break free
I can't escape those wasted days
Living on memories
I can't escape the wasted days
I stare into the mirror but the face I’m seeing is not my own
My life flashes by me now, the years they pass like days
I don't belong in this hardened world
Hey, take a look at me, I’m not the same
Looking back into the mirror, I hear it whisper my name
Living on memories
I can't break free
I can't escape the wasted days
Living on memories
I can't escape those wasted days
No more pain from the world inside
Still can't escape those wasted days
Living on memories
I can't break free
I can't escape the wasted days
Living on memories
My back's against the wall
(Living on memories)
Can't escape those wasted days
(Living on memories)
As the sun rises slowly on another day
They've come to take me away
6. From The Gutter To The Grave
[DeFrancesco / Eftichiou / Sly]
Open up your eyes
Spare a thought for the children
From the gutter to the grave
No, that's not what we taught them
Fifty thousand kids out on the streets of the Lucky Country
From the gutter to the grave ain't a long way to fall
Responsibilities breakdown, no real fault of their own
No one to cling to, and no place to call their own
From the gutter to the grave, nowhere to run
Nobodies daughter, nobodies son
Time stands still, nowhere to run, no sanctuary
A desperate time
A desperate measure
All lost children
In the arms of the world
Misbegotten old and young, yesterday's deception
Forgive them our sins, deliver us right from wrong
Open up your eyes to the real world
And don't let crime become their only saviour
From the gutter to the grave, nowhere to run
Nobodies daughter, nobodies son
Time stands still, nowhere to run, no sanctuary, no
Screaming in silence
Reaching out, no one there to catch their fall
Running through madness
Alienated by society that they call
Socially outcast
No prison cell should hold discarded youth
Living on a daydream
Is this the end of honesty and truth ?
Playing with fire
Always guilty 'till proven innocent
Living in darkness
Now they live survival of the fit
Millions of people on the streets, could be your country
From the gutter to the grave ain't a long way, long way to fall
Open up your eyes, open up
From the gutter to the grave ain't a long way to fall
Open up your eyes
Don't let crime become their only saviour
(Ain’t a long way to fall)
7. Side Effect
[Eftichiou / Carawana / Hughes]
Ha ha ha ha ha...
Do you hear me ? I know you do
You always have and you always will
The medication to cease my voice
You wanna kill me, you’ll kill yourself
Hey, you’ll get so lonely without me friend
Yourself alone inside
You’ll have to like me, or hate yourself
You know we coincide
But it never ceases
Medication increases the abnormalities I contend without choice
Administer the cause, the voices on pause
I must suffer the clause of side effect
Prepared for my hell inside myself
It’s out of my control
I start to grin my, my morbid smile
Await my private hell on earth
But it never ceases
Medication increases the abnormalities I contend without choice
Administer the cause, the voices on pause
I must suffer the clause of side effect
I get so lonely without you friend
Myself alone inside
Don’t have to like you, to hate myself
I live behind your eyes
But it never ceases
Medication increases the abnormalities I contend without choice
Administer the cause, voices on pause
I must suffer the clause of side effect
Administer the cause, the voices on pause
I must suffer the clause of side effect
Side effect, side effect, side effect
8. Blackout
[Sly / Eftichiou]
Risking it all on the chance of a loaded dice
This ain't no game, you'll hear the voices cry
Shattered dreams turn the page to another world
Riding on that thin white line again
Just can't decide, reality or dream
Living life on the edge of a heartbeat...
Get the message
Don't play with fire, don't let the needle in
Street level justice
Blackout, blackout
Bleeding you dry, convinced it's the only way
Inch by inch, day by wasted day
The pattern never ending, the outcome stays unchanged
City streets, they scream another name
The white lady feeds it all the same
It's in the blood, you're the loser once again
Get the message
Don't play with fire, don't let the needle in
Street level justice
Blackout
Stare into the mirror to try and take away the pain
Try to see the truth with all things equal and fair
But the haze now all too familiar exaggerates my thoughts
Reality or dream, hard times and no excuse
A small price to pay for the poison that eats away your valuable life
Inch by inch, day by day
Blackout
Slowly but surely you ask yourself
Is it all really worth the pain ?
Continual path of self-destruction
Living life on the edge of a heartbeat
Inch by inch, day by day
Inch by inch, day by day
Inch by inch, day by day
Get the message
Don't play with fire, don't let the needle in
Street level justice
Blackout, blackout
The pattern is never ending, the outcome stays unchanged
Corruption on every corner hides its face in the crowd
Oppressive existence, no place to wear your heart on your sleeve
Money talks and money can make you bleed
You're not immortal
You can't escape, you're not the chosen one
Don't play with fire
Blackout, blackout
9. See No Evil
[Eftichiou / Sly]
Still they send them out to fight another stupid war
The weak, the brave, the innocent and poor
Judgement is passed so easily without a thought
Political lies hide on the other side
They see no evil truth, they hear no evil truth
The blood they spill will stain their land
They see no evil truth, they hear no evil truth
Don't wanna die
Staring down the barrel of aggression's loaded gun
A useless loss of life, no war is ever won
No taught me how to fight, did not explain the cause
Just sent me out to fight in someone else's war
They see no evil truth, they hear no evil truth
The questioned sanities of man
They see no evil truth, they hear no evil truth
Don't wanna die
They see no evil truth, they hear no evil truth
[Narration: John F. Kennedy]
Still they send them out to fight another stupid war
The weak, the brave, the innocent and poor
Judgement is passed so easily without a thought
Political lies hide on the other side
They see no evil truth, they hear no evil truth
When life is lost, can't understand
They see no evil truth, they hear no evil truth
Won't they ever see or ever understand ?
10. The Price Of Peace
[Eftichiou / DeFrancesco / Sly]
[Narration: Franklin D. Roosevelt]
Recollection of the past, destiny is falling
History ignored again as the war machine is calling
Strategy and diplomacy now apart as black and white
Armageddon final warning by the sword to live and die
The innocent will pay the price of peace
Sanity restrained again to reach a price of peace
The tyrant survives, the innocent burn, is this the price of peace ?
Environmental nightmare, the price of peace
Hostage to a world insane, bureaucracy will make your mind
Prisoner of innocence can't break free, their hands are tied
Hostage soldier broken man, all is fair in love and war, ha !
Pain and suffering to the world, won't somebody heed the call ?
The innocent will pay the price of peace
Sanity restrained again to reach a price of peace
Environmental nightmare, is this the price of peace ?
The innocent will pay the price of peace, no !
People's lives, the pain to pay
No relief could wash away
Indignity forced, lives decay
The price of peace too high to pay
The innocent will pay the price of peace
Sanity restrained again to reach a price of peace
Broken dreams are all I see, is this the price of peace ?
Environmental nightmare
No means to justify an end, all a dream of yesterday
Level it all to the ground and build it up again
Shattered dreams are all I see, the sky, a blackened haze
Lessons will we ever learn, the price of peace these days ?
The innocent will pay
Sanity stripped away
Is this the only way ?
Human lives decay
Time is now, what is the price of peace ?
11. Rebellious Youth
[Eftichiou / Sly]
Rebel with a cause, frustration’s fair game
To bite the hand that feeds
Staggered by the chains of youth around you
Those chains they make you bleed
Burning your bridges, taking chances
Living in a dream
The hands of the clock move slowly
Toward individuality
Don’t try to run my life
Just let me be myself
Making my own mistakes
Of the rebellious youth
Eternally try to rise above it all
The torment that you found
Authority puts up a smoke screen of lies
Don’t let the bastards drag you down
Fist in the air for what you think is right
Insurmountable ignorance, don’t try to fight it
Seal your blood in your youth and remain
Forever young, forever insane
So many been before
You’re not gonna change the world
Forever we seek the truth
Of the rebellious youth
Lies... Anger... Torment... Humiliation
Lies... Anger... Torment... Adolescent alienation
Live your life for yourself
Your life, life, life, life, life, life
Don’t lie down and take it all
The clone is always to conform
Forever we seek the truth
Of the rebellious youth
12. Why ?
[Eftichiou / Sly]
Judgement was swift, it came
It came without warning
As the black moon rises once again
Another murder on a downtown street
In the stone cold December wind
One step to heaven Lord, no
No, too many temptations to sin
The world keeps spinning round, racing with the wind
Light in the dark unseen, we're biting the bullet again
Lies and promises, sick of man's inhumanity to man
Why should such a peaceful man
Die by the bullet of the assassin's hand ?
Brother, brother give me shelter from the storm
There's something missing in our world
Trodden down by the uniform archaic
Methods of rule
Never to laugh again
The walls came down to break the curse
Not a moment too soon
The world keeps spinning round, racing with the wind
Light in the dark unseen, we're biting the bullet again
Lies and promises, sick of man's inhumanity to man
Why should such a peaceful man
Die by the bullet of the assassin's hand ?
Take a look inside yourself
Don't cast aspersion to what you think, others are worth
Make your choice, believe in what you must
A guiding hand may sometimes betray your trust
The world keeps spinning round, racing with the wind
Light in the dark unseen, we're biting the bullet again
Lies and promises, sick of man's inhumanity to man
Why should such a peaceful man
Die by the bullet of the assassin's hand ?
No more lies
No more lies for promises
As the world keeps spinning round
No more lies, no more lies, no more lies
We're racing with the wind
Biting the bullet again
Sick of man's inhumanity to man
Why should such a peaceful man
Die by the bullet of the assassin's hand ?
The life is stolen, taken for granted
Stone cold, concrete and steel
The cutting edge unchained without a warning
Brother, brother give me shelter please
Nothing has the fury of a loaded gun
In the hands of a madman
Nobody seems to learn from passed mistakes
As the world keeps turning around
Judgement comes swift and deadly to those
Who are in the wrong place at the wrong time
Lies and promises
I'm sick of man's inhumanity to man
Why should such a peaceful man
Die by the action of the assassin's hand ?