American Soldier

“…And people sometimes lose the vision of where we came from. They’re sitting in the laps of luxury in a country that was built on over 3.5 million deaths…”

So begins the saga of American Soldier.

Brace yourself for the boldest statement of Queensrÿche’s storied career.

“We began the project that would become American Soldier right after Mindcrime II was released,” says Queensrÿche frontman and visionary Geoff Tate of his band’s ambitious new release, their fourth for Rhino. “The process started with a conversation with my dad. He was a career military man, with the Marines in Korea and an Air Force tour of duty in Vietnam in ’68. He was with the Air Force my entire life–I was born on a base in Germany–and when he retired he ended up taking a job with the Navy. He had never talked about his experiences in war, and all my life I’ve been asking questions and waiting for the stories that I never heard. These past couple of years he started talking, and I taped one of the conversations. That was the beginning…”

American Soldier is more than a concept album; it is a statement of mission, a revelation of purpose, and a march for understanding. One thing that it is not is political. “People have a tendency to misconstrue the difference between political and social issues. This record is not political at all,” affirms Tate. “It’s very much a statement of the soldiers; it’s where they are at and what they have experienced. I hope the album, as a whole, is a statement that can get them talking to each other and begin that process of connecting that needs to happen between people.”

To make that statement, Tate interviewed dozens of enlistees and veterans, the oldest having served in World War II and the youngest still in active duty in Iraq, with every American war in between represented. For an artist accustomed to writing from personal experiences, the lyrical process for American Soldier proved an invigorating challenge. “This was one of the more challenging records for me to write, lyrically, because I am not involved in the songs. It is not about me, and it’s not about how I feel. It is me interpreting stories from the perspectives of the soldiers and putting their words into lyric form, retelling the story in the most honest way that I could.

“As an artistic statement, I’m very happy with this album. I think we’ve said what we want to say and we’ve done it in a way that is respectful to the people that are involved,” he continues. “I hope that people talk about it and debate about it, and I hope it rubs some people the wrong way, because that rub is what inspires conversation. That’s what art should do.”

American Soldier was written by Tate and producer Jason Slater, along with drummer Scott Rockenfield, and contributors Kelly Gray and Damon Johnson. Slater returns to the Queensrÿche creative process in the same capacity that worked for the band with the writing and recording of Operation: Mindcrime II, which was released in 2006 and debuted at #14 on the Billboard Top 200, selling more than 40,000 records in its first week. The album was Queensrÿche’s highest chart debut since Promised Land, in 1994. Both Promised Land and Operation: Mindcrime (1988) have been certified platinum, selling more than one million albums each in America alone, and Empire (1990) has reached triple-platinum status. The band’s first three albums–their self-titled EP (1983), The Warning (1984), and Rage for Order (1986)–have all been certified gold, selling more than 500,000 copies each.

In a first for Queensrÿche, all of the guitar tracks on American Soldier were recorded by Michael Wilton.

With American Soldier Queensrÿche’s epic career continues, proving yet again that the only thing that can rival the band’s music is their vision. As Geoff Tate’s father says in the chilling introduction to “The Voice,” the album’s closing track, “You reap what you sow…”

Don’t be afraid…

-Paul Gargano (02.09)

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01.Sliver

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02.Unafraid

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03.Hundred Mile Stare

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04.At 30,000 Ft

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05.A Dead Man's Words

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06.The Killer

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07.Middle of Hell

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08.If I Were King

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09.Man Down!

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10.Remember Me

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11.Home Again

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12.The Voice

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[Slater/Tate]
It's time to sack up and let go of your mothers.
Take your gun, it's the cross that's carried by your brothers.
A sliver is all there is, a sliver of the old you.
Underneath the skin, buried deep,
there's a man. There's a soldier in you.

What you doing here?
Welcome to the show!

There's only one man you can trust,
he's the one at your side.
This shit's for real, there's nowhere to hide.
They say that conflict makes the man.
He survives with what he can.
The brave of heart won't look away
but live to fight another day.

What you doing here?
Welcome to the show!
[Slater/Tate]
I'm unafraid,
I fear nothing.
I'm unafraid,
I hope for nothing.

I'm unafraid,
I fear nothing.
I'm free! I'm free!
I'm unafraid,
I hope for nothing.
I'm free - you can believe in me.
[Gray/Tate]
What ever happened to conviction and faith?
People trip from side to side; don't know
which way or what side to take.
Always known the truth.
It's really black and white.
I've got no fear of judgment when it's time to fight.
We shout so loud so
that everyone can hear it.
Coming on hard like a head-on collision.
Machine like something
won't stop won't care.
Keep it all down with a
Hundred Mile Stare.

Lieutenant says, “Keep that line of drift
no matter what the course!”
“Drive 'em down the middle all the way!”
The heat and the smoke are nothing.
The flames from the fires
reflect the pride behind our mirrored eyes.
It's no surprise. We don't compromise.

Stealing through the night, they'll never know.
They'll never see us.
Beating on the ground
as the people shout “Free us!”
Machine like something
can't stop, don't dare.
Keep it all together with a
Hundred Mile Stare.

We're coming for you!
Won't back down!
Can't stop us!

We unleash
this hell but don't worry.
Won't back down, so get ready.
I still believe and I can see it . . . wave!
Proud she flies.
Call the dogs! Call out the Dogs!

We shout so loud so
that everyone can hear it.
Coming on hard like a head-on collision.
Machine like something
won't stop don't care.
Keep it all down.
Hundred Mile Stare.

Stealing through the night, they'll never know,
they'll never see us.
Beating on the ground as the people shout, “Free us!”
Machine like something
Can't stop, don't dare.
Keep it all together with a
Hundred Mile Stare.
[Slater/Tate]
Whatever happens now
is beyond my control.
Emotion has abandoned me.
Faded away and left me . . . cold.

The call's been made.
I'm here, dependent on the atmosphere
contained inside this mask I wear.
My breathing is all I hear.

I've got the target switch in hand.
I just feel numb, scanning the
ground at the hell that I'll make.
I'm above it in the air.
Flying high above the city walls
as the insurgents run.
Can't stand their ground against the hell
that I'll make.
I'm above it in the air.

I see it all so clear . . .
at 30,000 feet above the enemy.
No one can see me.
Press execute.
I'll send the “Pigs” away.
The tortured painful cries
will never fall upon my ears
and never stain my elder years.
My heartbeat is all I'll feel.

Infrared tracks the land
as the weapons lock.
There's no defense against
the Hell that I'll make.
I'm above it in the air. I'm above it.
Moving past the speed of sound,
I won't see them when they hit the ground.
No hiding from the Hell that I make.
I'm above it in the air.
I'm a shadow.

Over the rooftops of the city the word
travels fast from cell phone to cell phone.
“They demand to see their faces!”
“Of the women . . . hidden behind the veil?”

Flaming oil blackens the sky.
I don't know why . . . their hate is the
reason for the Hell that I make.
I'm above it in the air. I'm above it.
Gazing down at the burning land,
I'm the creator of this new “Promised Land,”
and I wonder.
What the hell did I make?
I'm above it in the air. I'm above it.

What in the hell did I make?
[Slater/Tate]
I trace what's left of my
cold steel . . . as it twitches.
Apply the tourniquet tight.
Savor the moment, this might be my last sip of life.

I see at least one hundred miles
Of shifting, stirring sand.
A forsaken man in this strangers' land.
They've left me for . . . dead.

I'm so tired of feeling scared
but I've got to find a way.
I've got this gun in my hand,
blood on my tongue as I write
dead man's words.

The word we hear is
there's one man down and he's alive.
They ask for volunteers.
I raise my hand high.
I'm sure he'd do the same for me.

It's three days through the desert heat
to save one man's life and
I don't even know his name.

And I'm so tired and my thirst is strong.
I might not make it back alive.
But I've got my gun at my side.
There's just one fear I can't hide and it's
a dead man's words in the sand!

Out in the desert, so tired!
And I don't even know his name.
I will keep my head down!

I'm so tired but there's no way out
but . . . ahead!
I will not die out in the desert!
I will not die!
I will keep my head down!

How many days pass?
Hard to tell in the desert.
The wind says . . . nothing.
I move, the bullet bites,
infected to the bone.
Will it find its home . . . before me?
I pray that you find me soon
before I slip away.

I'm so tired but I've got to hang on.
I've just got to make it one more night.
I've got this gun in my hand.
I've got blood on my tongue.
One last time I write
dead man's words . . . out in the desert.
So tired!
[Slater/Tate]
Mother hides her face.
She drops to her knees,
her sacrifice complete.

The last of her line.
What's left of her name?
Nothing will ever be the same.

I'm not sorry for what I had to do.
It must be done.
You know God rewards the winner.

Now I'm on my knees again,
give me strength to win.
If I stop to listen,
I hear Voices in the wind.

“Shoot him!” They say,
Who will be the killer?
Who will be the winner?
“Shoot him!”
Who will be the killer?
Can't give in!

You know you can't begin to
imagine where I've been,
until you've walked a while in my shoes.
Surrounded and outnumbered.
Children wearing bombs?
I'm crying.

Oh, now I can't stop to sympathize.
Would you trade your eyes for mine?

I'll give you more time to answer.
I'll give you some time to rethink.
But there's never time when
the bullets are flying.
You duck your head and hit the ground!

"Shoot him!" Yeah!
Who will be the killer?
Who will be the winner?
"Shoot him!" Yeah,
I've got to be the killer!
I've got to LIVE!

They say hit the ground hard
when you feel it.
Open your eyes so you can see it.
Don't try to think just believe it.
Then you'll know you're not dreaming!
"Shoot him!" Yeah,
Who will be the killer?
Am I dreaming?
[Gray/Johnson/Rockenfield/Tate]
Wake up! Buck up and listen!
Where am I?
Head reeling, I guess I wasn't dreaming.
Heart racing. Hard to breathe.
You were right.
Got myself right here in the middle of Hell.

It's all right. I'll be all right.
All right.

Laser light shines bright behind me.
Can't see what's ahead or beside me.
Everyone here has a gun.
We drive straight down the centerline.
No mistakes, not like last time.
You don't want to be on the wrong side of Hell.

I'm all right. I'll be all right.
All right.
I'm just trying to hold on
to whatever is left of me.
Keeping my head down,
crawling on my hands and knees.

They're always out there.
I feel their eyes always watching me.
If you blink . . . they'll disappear.

The Med E Vac lifts off the ground and I
can't feel a thing.
I don't really understand what happened.

There are some here
that won't make it out alive but
it's not gonna be me . . .
this time. You'll see!

I'll be all right. I'll be all right.
All right.
[Slater/Tate]
I have so much more to say, my brother.
Can you hear me?
A fool is left to live as the brave ones fall.
I swear if I were able,
I would have done the same for you.
But now you're gone and I wish I were too.

I spend all my time asking questions,
How can I pay you back when
the price you paid was so high, my friend.

If I were King of all I imagine,
I would trade all I am
to have you by my side.
If I were King.

I have too much time today, my brother.
Can you hear me?
I know where I am, but I still feel lost.

Please know that I am grateful
for the years you gave to me.
Everything's changed, but nothing changes
for you.

I won't waste my life asking questions.
I've seen the horror of war and
there's so much more for a man who's been
where I've been.

If I were King of all I imagine,
I would trade what I have
to have you back at my side.
If I were King of all I imagine,
we would both be back home
living the rest of our lives.
If I were King.
[Gray/Tate]
Hey, I'm okay.
Another day, another nightmare begins.
And the sound that I hear
is the relentless firing in my head.

Shifting gear in the driver's seat as
the finger of God signals me
and this concrete bloodline carries me.
Never thought I'd bring the war back home.

I'm a number; I'm a casualty of war
for a cause I never had the chance,
didn't understand the score.
They told me that I'd be okay,
assume civilian life, live day to day.
But when I think about it my hands still shake,
and I know what I am . . .
Man Down!

I'm in overdrive, barely alive!
As long as I keep moving, I'm all right.
Was that a muzzle flash from my past
or just my mind misfiring?

With one eye in mirror I see
the “Cavalry of God” coming up on me.
Bumper to bumper, traveling fast,
waving Satan over . . .

I'm a number; I'm a casualty of war,
for a cause I never had the chance,
never understood the score.
They told me that I'd be okay,
assume civilian life, live day to day.
But when I think about it my hands still shake,
and I know what I am . . .
Man Down!
[Slater/Tate]
For just one minute, step into my life.
Read the page and
run away with me.
The day I made that vow.
I didn't know then what I know today.
There's so much to say.

I don't know what the future holds
and I'm sorry if I seemed too cold.
A man conflicted in his head
makes poor choices, regrets the words he said.

Remember me and all the times we had.
The way I held you.
Remember me whenever you feel sad.
All I want from you
is for you to tell me that you miss me.
Will you wait for me?
Remember me . . . please.

Just wait one minute. Give me a chance
and I'll make you see just what you really
mean to me.
It took a living hell to
show me. All I want is to be with you.
You know that what I say is true.

I promise when I get back home
I'll be the man you used to know.
And I won't spend another day
without you, girl.
I need your strength.

Please stay and
remember me and all the times we had.
The way I loved you.
Remember me whenever you feel sad.
All I want from you
is for you to tell me that you miss me.
Will you wait for me?
Remember me.
[Gray/Johnson/Rockenfield/Tate]
It's harder than I thought,
to be so far away.
So I thought I'd write this letter to you and explain.
For me it wasn't easy to raise the flag and leave.
But I thought that you should know how
much you mean to me.

I won't be there to see you dance and hear
you sing the songs we love.
So please be strong and it won't be long till
I'm home again.
You know you make me proud
because you're the one that I depend upon.
And when I return, I promise,
I'll never leave you alone again.

It's harder than I thought and you're so far away.
so I thought I'd write this letter to you and explain.
It was only a moment.
I turned my head to wipe my eyes and
when I looked again I saw your smile that
said goodbye.

Mama says don't worry,
because Daddy's brave and he's coming
home. But if I could change one thing,
I'd never let you go.

I want you here to see me dance and sing
along to the songs we love.
So I'll be strong. It won't be long till you're
home again with me.

When it feels too much to take,
I want you to know that I'm thinking about
you, making plans for when I'm home.

Why aren't you here?
I wake up every night.
I check the front porch light,
making sure it's shining bright.

And I'll be there to shine the light
So you can find your way to me.
I'm feeling strong, but don't take too long.
Please come home to me.

I'll be there to see you dance and hear you
sing the songs I love.
It won't be long.
It won't be long till I'm home again!

Why aren't you here?
I'm coming home!
[Slater/Tate]
Am I still alive?
I think I've got it right.
I'm, I'm made of light.
Before I leave and go away,
I have some things that I must say.
Before I am gone.

Finally now I see,
there's so much inside of me.
Is everyone innocent?
The blood on the ground is almost dry
I'll take this chance, I'll try . . .
I'll try to tell you . . .

There's so many possibilities,
that I'm just starting to see.

It's like the poets have always said,
when life is hanging from a thread . . .
you can hear that voice in your head.

And now my heart's done bleeding,
but I've just started seeing.

I feel my courage match the tide
as I see the other side.
When will we hear this voice all the time?

Just like a child in mother's arms,
I know I'm warm and safe, no harm
from whatever comes from now on.
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