Metallica

Metallica

Metallica es una banda de thrash metal originaria de Estados Unidos. Fue fundada en 1981 en Los Ángeles por el danés Lars Ulrich y James Hetfield, a los que se les unirían Lloyd Grant y Ron McGovney. Estos dos músicos fueron después sustituidos por el guitarrista Dave Mustaine y el bajista Cliff Burton, respectivamente. Mustaine fue despedido un año después de ingresar en la banda debido a su excesiva adicción a las drogas y al alcohol, y fundó la banda Megadeth, siendo sustituido en Metallica por Kirk Hammett. Por otra parte, en 1986, la muerte de Cliff Burton en un accidente de autobús en Suecia provocó la entrada al grupo de Jason Newsted,[2] que, quince años más tarde, sería sustituido tras su deserción por el bajista actual de la banda, Robert Trujillo. Hasta la fecha, la banda ha editado nueve discos de estudio y se encuentra en proceso de grabación de un décimo, cuya fecha de lanzamiento está programada para septiembre de 2008, tras numerosos retrasos en su proceso de grabación.[3] Las ventas totales de Metallica superan los 90 millones,[4] y son considerados uno de los cuatro grandes del thrash junto con Anthrax, Slayer y Megadeth.[5] Además, la banda ha conseguido numerosos premios musicales, entre los que destacan siete Grammys, dos premios otorgados por la cadena musical MTV, dos galardones de la Academia de Música Americana y un premio de la revista Billboard. Además, Metallica posee una estrella en el paseo de la fama de la revista Kerrang!.

Letra de Some Kind Of Monster
These are the eyes that can't see me
These are the hands that drop your trust
These are the boots that kick you around
This is the tongue that speaks on the inside
These are the ears that ring with hate
This is the face that'll never change
This is the fist that grinds you down
This is the voice of silence no more

These are the legs that in circles run
This is the beating you'll never know
These are the lips that taste no freedom
This is the feel that's not so safe
This is the face you'll never change
This is the God that ain't so pure
This is the God that is not pure
This is the voice of silence no more

We the people
Are we the people?
We the people
Are we the people?

Some kind of monster, some kind of monster
Some kind of monster, this monster lives

This is the face that stones you cold
This is the moment that needs to breathe
These are the claws that scratch these wounds
This is the pain that never leaves
This is the tongue that whips you down
This the burden of every man
These are the screams that pierce your skin
This is the voice of silence no more

This is the test of flesh and soul
This is the trap that smells so good
This is the flood that drains these eyes
These are the looks that chill to the bone
These are the fears that swing overhead
These are the weights that hold you down
This is the end that will never end
This is the voice of silence no more

We the people
Are we the people?
We the people
Are we the people?

Some kind of monster, some kind of monster
Some kind of monster, this monster lives

This is the cloud that swallows trust
This is the black that uncolors us
This is the face that you hide from
This is the mask that comes undone
Ominous, I'm in us
Ominous, I'm in us
Ominous, I'm in us
Ominous, I'm in us

This is the cloud that swallows trust
This is the black that uncolors us
This is the face that you hide from
This is the mask that comes undone

Ominous, I'm in us
Ominous, I'm in us
Ominous, I'm in us
Ominous, I'm in us

Are we the people?
Some kind of monster
Some kind of monster
Some kind of monster
This monster lives

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