IronMaiden

Nachdem ich die Platten verschenkt hatte, kam mir kaum eine Band einfallsloser vor als Iron Maiden. Zwei Jahre vorher hatte ich sie noch in Böblingen begeistert im Konzert gesehen (ich war 16). Ein Saxophon hätte ich ihnen gegönnt.
Bruce Dickinson moderiert jetzt Sonntag abends eine Radiosendung in BBC, ganz lustig. Vielleicht liegt es nur an Steve Harris, dem Bassisten, einem Kontrollfreak, dass keine Innovationen aufkommen.
Two Minutes To Midnight, das war noch schön, ein bisschen politisch verbrämt.

Run To The Hills
(Iron Maiden):
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White man came across the sea

Brought us pain and misery

Killed our tribes killed our creed

Took our game for his own need


We fought him hard we fought him well

Out on the plains we gave him hell

But many came to much for Cree

Oh will we ever be set free?


Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes

Galloping hard on the plains

Chasing the redskins back to their holes

Fighting them at their own game

Murder for freedom the stab in the back

Women and children and cowards attack


Run to the hills run for your lives

Run to the hills run for your lives


Soldier blue in barren wastes

Hunting and killing their game

Raping the women and wasting the men

The only good Indians are tame

Selling them whiskey and taking their gold

Enslaving the young and destroying the old


Run to the hills run for your lives