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Linkin Park's new album, scheduled to be released on may 15, 2007 for people in North America, May 14 world-wide. It's been said that it will contain a mixture of punk, classic rock, and hip-hop beats, according to Chester Bennington (lead vocalist for LP)on an interview with MTV. It will also contain their new single, "What I've Done".
Person 1: Are you getting the new LP album, Minutes to Midnight?
Person 2: Duh!
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A huge letdown. This was Linkin Park's third album, if you forget Reanimation or Collision Course, because those are remixed songs. 4 years in the making, it seems instead of mixing Hard and soft, they did hard and soft songs. Mr Hahn was invisible on this album. Chester seemed like he wanted to do something harder, but held back, Mike did some slow songs, which didn't really work. I REALL HOPE RICK RUBIN (PRODUCER) DIDN'T FUCK WITH THEIR PSYCHY, AND IT'LL CONTINUE LIKE THIS. METEORA OWNS. I STILL PREFER IT, THE ONLY SONG THAT IS GOOD ENOUGH TO MAKE METEORA IS 'BLEED IT OUT'
Did you get M2M?
Nah, I'll just download the few good songs. Minutes to Midnight isn't like the other albums where ALL the songs are good.
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The new Linkin Park album supposed to come out on May 15th.
Me: Hey Chris, when are you you gonna spend a week in your room listening to new Linkin Park songs?
Chris: May 15th and it's called Minutes to Midnight, nub.
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x minutes to midnight
x equals any number from 15 to 0
how close we are to the end of times, as a direct result of nuclear holocaust, on the doomsday clock.
Originally conceived in 1947 by the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists at the university of chicago.
In the reagan administration we got as close as 4 minutes to midnight.
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Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death
The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers"
Napalm screams of human flames
For a prime time Belsen feast, yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies
The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun
The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight, all night
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2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death
The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out!
We'll show the unbelievers"
Napalm screams of human flames
For a prime-time Belsen feast, yeah
As the reasons for the carnage cut
Their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine
And feed it with our babies
The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The body bags and little rags
Of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain
To put the finger right on you
As the mad men play on words
And make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions
To make a better kind of gun
The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight, all night