Carpe Diem Baby

James Hetfield

 Hit dirt
 Shake tree
 Split sky
 Part sea

 Strip smile
 Lose cool
 Bleed the day
 And break the rule

 Live win
 Dare fail
 Eat the dirt
 And bite the nail

 Then make me miss you
 Then make me miss you

 So wash your face away with dirt
 It don't feel good until it hurts
 So take this world and shake it
 Come squeeze and suck the day
 Come carpe diem, baby

 Draw Lead
 Piss wine
 Sink teeth
 All mine

 Stoke fire
 Break neck
 Suffer through this
 Cheat on death

 Hug the curve
 Lose the time
 Tear the map
 And shoot the sign

 Then make me miss you
 Then make me miss you

 So wash your face away with dirt
 It don't feel good until it hurts
 So take this world and shake it
 Come squeeze and suck the day
 Come carpe diem, baby

 Live win
 Dare fail
 Eat dirt
 Bite the nail

 Strip smile
 Lose cool
 Bleed the day
 And break the rule

 Hug the curve
 Lose the time
 Tear the map
 And shoot the sign

 Then make me miss you
 Then make me miss you

 So wash your face away with dirt
 It don't feel good until it hurts
 So take this world and shake it
 Come squeeze and suck the day

 Come make me miss you
 Come carpe diem baby
 Come carpe diem baby

Commentary

(Metallica)

It has become unfashionable to like Metallica these days, but nonetheless, of all the hard-rock and heavy-metal groups that I have heard, I think Metallica would rank very high indeed for the power and beauty of their lyrics. Indeed, they are one of the few bands that I started listening to because I was very powerfully moved by the poetry of songs like ‘Sad But True’, ‘Holier Than Thou’, ‘Fade To Black’, ‘Sanatarium’ etc. ‘Carpe Diem Baby’ is one of my favourites – short lines, chosen and brought together with a mastery that gives the whole song tremendous coherence and meaning.

In suggesting that you run this song on Minstrels, my judgment is clouded by the fact that, having listened to the song before having read the lyrics, I cannot imagine what the words sound like when read as poetry – despite my best attempts at self-control, whenever I read it out loud, I lapse into the languid drawled-out melody of the song. However, reading it, one cannot under any circumstances mistake it for the scribblings of an illiterate or unskilled man. Metallica, for all the trappings of the genre that they chose, still project an image of culture, and for that reason, I do think their work deserves a place among the greats.

- Ajitq

Martin adds

Interestingly, until I got to the “then make me miss you…” bit, I didn’t realise it was a song at all. I was even more surprised to hear that the music was languid and drawled-out; read in isolation the lyrics project a sort of intense, driven energy, and a rhythm reminiscent of Hood’s “No!” [Poem #251] with its short, choppy and tightly rhymed lines. I ought to hunt up the song sometime.

— Martin


The Wondering Minstrels, poem #1341 · 3 September 2003

Guest poem submitted by Ajit Narayanan

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Alkemygirl · 3 September 2003

Love the rhythm here!

More and more I look forward to Minstrels daily…. Thanks to Sitaram, Martin and Abraham!

Martin DeMello · 6 September 2003

I didn’t suspect it was a song until the complete repeats began. Like Martin, I read the compressed two-word lines as short, explosive little punches of language. In this it reminded me of the Gwendolyn Brooks poem “We real cool,” but I was if anything more impressed by the variety and power they got in all those lines of two words. Maybe there is something to this Metallica stuff, after all…

As long as you steer clear of the music :)

martin (just kidding - don’t lynch me!)

Reed C. Bowman · 6 September 2003

I didn’t suspect it was a song until the complete repeats began. Like Martin, I read the compressed two-word lines as short, explosive little punches of language. In this it reminded me of the Gwendolyn Brooks poem “We real cool,” but I was if anything more impressed by the variety and power they got in all those lines of two words. Maybe there is something to this Metallica stuff, after all…

Carolyn McGrath · 8 September 2003

Hello all

After Martin’s “I ought to hunt out this song sometime”, I felt compelled to hear it and find out how the apparent contradiction between the length of line and the “languid, drawled out melody” resolved itself. So, I got a friend to work his magic on the internet to find and play it for me, and was rewarded with the insistent, pounding drive of the music and the smooth, melodic tones of the vocals. Very powerful and strangely hypnotic and poignant. Good fun. Any chance of running more lyrics and can Sitaram add the sound or put in a link?

Carolyn McGrath

Tony Landa · 10 February 2004

this is a true poem about ceasing the day i listen to this song everyday it is available on the re-load album, it is a song by Metallica.