Make A Change...Kill Yourself -Make A Change...Kill Yourself[MP3!]

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资源信息： 专辑中文名: Make A Change...Kill Yourself 歌手: Make A Change...Kill Yourself 资源格式: MP3 发行时间: 2005年 地区: 丹麦 语言: 英语 概述:

专辑介绍: 早就听说这张专辑了，这张被各大媒体网站一致好评，并别许多人列入2005 top ten album的专辑。今天终于入手，在漆黑的深夜里进入Make a change...Kill yourself的世界…… 一看专辑的名字就知道这张专辑是和Abyssic Hate，Shining，Forgotten Tomb类似的自杀黑，说是自杀黑，其实前面几者被称作depressive black metal更合适一些，特点就是带着强烈压抑和绝望的情绪，不像一般黑金属那样大气磅礴如雪暴一般的袭来。这种风格更多的是慢速的，反复的，哀伤的旋律，哪怕有轰鸣作响的鼓声，但整体音乐感情却还是给人沉重缓慢的压迫感，好像那股绝望悲观的情绪就像石头一样压抑在胸口上面。整张专辑更多地注重了气氛的营造，几乎每首歌都会有利用键盘和女声（本张专辑个人认为编排最出彩的地方）制造出一种被关闭在狭窄的密室里的压抑感，吉他部分隐藏在音墙后面的旋律十分优美，甚至感觉如果去掉失真，整个曲子会成为隽永的森林民谣作品。 整张专辑一共就只有4首歌，却有足足80分钟长，分别以chapter1到chapter4命名，歌曲都很长，最后一首歌甚至长达27分钟。在这里不得不佩服一下乐手的创作能力，虽然歌曲长，但是编排却感觉一点也不重复的枯燥，每一首歌都很流畅，听完以后感觉真是回味无穷。 如果要我说的话，这张专辑比Shining 2005年的那张要强多了，乐手想在音乐里面表达出来的情绪很容易就能感染到听者，而我听Shining的那张IV - The Eerie Cold听完了却没有什么感觉，尤其是感觉不到那种depressive的情绪，也许是我的问题？总之，这张专辑强烈推荐，它带给你的那种负面沮丧的情绪将会是你听到这个作品时候莫大的快慰。 下面，转贴另外一位网友的乐评： 突然又失眠了，辗转反侧后打开MP3，Ynleborgaz冰冷的声音夹带着强烈失真的粗糙吉他从耳机中传来……有如黑暗中寒冷的空气，侵蚀着我的骨肉，蜷缩在角落里，瑟瑟发抖。 这个世界就是很奇怪，有的人执着追求于生，却有另外一些人向往和迷恋着死亡。前几天做社会调查的时候遇到一个肺癌晚期患者，非常配合我的询问，不经意间透露出他的病症，“活不了多久了”。尽管他极力装做很豁达的样子，我还是清清楚楚地感受到了他的恐惧。恐惧死亡。大多数人都这样，尽管有许多传说和神话描写死后的世界，宗教也尽力用死后的幻想来控制活着的人。死亡对于人们来说依然是很神秘的事情，谁也不知道死后究竟怎么样，因为他没死过。但是死亡又是谁也无法避免的，如果一个人生命中有两件大事的话，birth是一件，death是另一件。佛说“有情众生，有生必有死”，他力图创造一个脱离生死六道轮回的世界，这个世界是不是真有，我不知道。You may be in some state of happiness but none of this will stay real. Ynleborgaz的歌词里这句话也是我正在想的。我也不是一个豁达的人。寻找和幻想着幸福，直到他的降临。小心翼翼地维系着，生怕这美丽的水晶球失手打碎。惶恐的感觉让我意识到自己还没有真正超脱。 昨天和S聊起来自杀的话题，她说自杀者亦是一个murderer。关于自杀，叔本华这样阐述的“一个人因为长期的不幸而决心结束自己的生命时，会冷静坚定地执行自己的决定。”一个不愿受命运控制的人，因为对宿命的不满而决心自杀，岂不知他的自杀也是宿命的安排？孱弱的生命苟且的活着，像上好了发条的闹钟，终有一天会停止摇摆。Nothing but death in this life is certain.生命是短暂的，死亡是永恒的吗？原来我的答案是肯定的，现在我疑惑了。因为我还没死过。 音乐中柔美的女声像是天堂里天使的召唤。人们总是把事物分得很清楚：有个真善美的天堂，便有个假恶丑的地狱与它对立，天堂固然美好，却有人偏要死也不厌地狱。极乐世界固然使人羡慕，心向往之；却有人愿意永远沐浴在无边的苦海中，以苦为了。与其舍一而取一，早已背道而驰。不如两两相忘，不去执着于真假、善恶、美丑，便可得其妙而逍遥自在了。 以上评论为转载 以下为此专辑歌词 1. Chapter I Join me brother of blood. Help me create a war. We are just puppets dancing, The way they want us to. And I have grown weary of it. I want to spill their blood. Nothing shall remain holy. Body parts and severed, Heads shall fill the landscape. Above the corpses we shall stand proud, And laugh at their disgrace. Our veins we shall slit, Spilling our blood on the butchered bodies. Laughing till death. We were masters of life and death, In that specific moment. And we chose death. 2. Chapter II Burnt is the landscape. I stand proud and behold this. Their churches have been burnt, Sick and perverted desecrations have been done. Their regime has ended. It is time for the northern heritage to return. It will create a dark and violent age Where no Christian life shall be spared. I find myself in a puddle of blood, Knowing it was an illusion. As I drop lifeless to the floor. Follow my footprints of blood. Leave everything behind you And step into my reality. Where no happiness is found. Feel the wind torment your skin. Feel the sun burn your skin and turn to stone. Feel my razorblades tongue And cut yourself deep and desirably. Let the blood run in an overflowing stream And submit to my suicide and yours. Nothing but death in this life is certain. You may be in some state of happiness But none of this will stay real. You are trapped in a spider's web. You might as well just kill yourself. 3. Chapter III Woke up to another day in this hellhole. My mind [内容被过滤，请注意论坛文明]s up my soul. Sitting in this rubber cell of mine With nothing sharp whatsoever. But the mind is as good as any knife That cuts to the bone. I am a divine interception. Cut as deep as my everlasting pain. Blood flowing. This crappy human medicine wont cure me. I am immune to it. My great salvation lies within This suicidal mind of mine. Join me in this wicked state of suicide. Do you feel like cutting your wrist? Do you have the feeling that you Want to butcher somebody? Do you want to see blood And deep scar wounds? Do you want to die Or have a near death experience? Then try my cure. Take a bottle of Absinthe And a handfull of razorblades. Empty the bottle and I promise You will wake up with either stab wounds Or another persons blood all over you. You scum! Kill yourself!!! 4. Chapter IV Is life just another test to prove me wrong? Is this never-ending struggle just another lie? Are these shitty feelings just another fairytale of happiness? Are these scars real or just another open wound? Are these people real or just ghosts in the wind? Is this a fork or a knife? - the blood seems real. This knife seems to kindly touch my skin. This is dying not living. This is the border between life and death. Only death is real. Strangle me. Stab me to death. Poison my scars. Death is so profane. Death is what I hunger to experience. A lifeless body with a soul rotten of wasted years, In this they call life. So I kneel before you, A never-ending wish as I beg you, To end my life. Fool... why are you so weak? Why can you not do what I dare not? Cut my wrists. Poison my scars. What keeps you from ending my life? Do not pity me as this is what I long for. I give up. Caressed by this shitty life. I must find strength within this grim body of mine. Searching in this open wound called a soul I find enough strength to cut my wrists. But it isn't enough. Nothing shall ease this long awaited pain. Some pure alcohol should definitely make the blood run quicker And make the pain bigger. A final attempt to make my death honourable; I drag myself outside to die in public Hopefully giving these humans trauma. What a lifeless body... ps:如果你喜欢自杀黑 这是一张不可不听的经典专辑 专辑曲目: 01. Chapter One 02. Chapter Two 03. Chapter Three 04. Chapter Four 本专辑已加入mp3共享计划