Si hace bien poquito un asesino dejaba una
nota citando una canción de MEGADETH antes de cometer una masacre, el
nombre de la banda de Dave Mustaine
vuelve a saltar a la palestra por un motivo similar. Y otra vez en Canadá, la
tercera en ese país del norte de América.
Un hombre de 24 años, llamado Justin Bourke se encuentra en busca y
captura tras ser sospechoso de matar a tiros a tres policías y herir a otros
dos, aunque estos últimos parecen estar fuera de peligro. El suceso tuvo lugar
ayer, miércoles 4 de junio en Moncton, Canadá. El fugitivo, “armado y peligroso”,
según fuentes policiales, es castaño y lleva un traje de camuflaje. Tampoco
escatima en armas. Para más señales es éste:
A
principios de este mes, el presunto agresor ha publicado la letra de "Castratikron" de DETHKLOK
y, previamente las de "Hook In Mouth" de MEGADETH.
Según
International Business Times , la letra de “Hook in
Mouth” de MEGADETH alude a un “pequeño hombre con una gran borrador,
cambiando la historia”, cerrando el párrafo con “creo que mi reinado llegará”. Asimismo,
tildan al estribillo como un acrónimo de “FREEDOM” (libertad), y dicho sea de
paso, ciertamente lo es. Otras referencias subliminales incluyen las frases “cucaracha
en el hormigón”, si tú “haces desaparecer a una persona… nadie te olvidará
nunca”.
Nota de
redacción:
Esperemos que nadie se tome en serio este fragmento de la letra del tema de MEGADETH “Captive Honour”:
“And when you kill a man,
you're a murderer
Kill many, and you're a conqueror
Kill them all ... Ooh ... Oh you're a God!”.
Kill many, and you're a conqueror
Kill them all ... Ooh ... Oh you're a God!”.
La
letra del ahora polémico tema “Hook In
Mouth” seguidamente:
A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes.
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies.
A little man with a big eraser, changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees.
Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue.
Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
You say you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway?
Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way?
Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come.
I believe my kingdom will come.
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies.
A little man with a big eraser, changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees.
Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue.
Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
You say you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway?
Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way?
Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come.
I believe my kingdom will come.
Chorus
F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M, they will cover your grave with manure.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M is for money and you know what that cures.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
Put your hand right up my shirt,
Pull the strings that make me work,
Jaws will part, words fall out,
like a fish with hook in mouth.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
I'm not a fish
I'm a man
F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M, they will cover your grave with manure.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M is for money and you know what that cures.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
Put your hand right up my shirt,
Pull the strings that make me work,
Jaws will part, words fall out,
like a fish with hook in mouth.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
I'm not a fish
I'm a man
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