Rock and Roll History: The 90's!!!

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The musical legacy of Rick Nelson did not stop with his untimely death in a plane crash on New Year's Eve in 1985. His young twin sons, Matthew and Gunnar, decided to form their own act simply titled Nelson. But rather than record their own brand of country-rock as their father had done, they focused instead on writing tunes in the pop-metal rock vein of Foreigner, Journey and others, and had learned to play instruments as well. Gunnar, formerly a drummer, learned guitar and would accompany his singing brother Matthew onstage. The blonde brothers
also had drop-dead good looks as well. Their 1990 album After the Rain was so titled after the years of turmoil that both brothers had endured, their father's death, their mother's drug addiction, Their sister Tracy's battle with Hodgkin's Disease, etc. The album featured a big hit, "(Can't Live Without Your) Love and Affection."

(Can't Live Without Your) Love and Affection

Here she comes, just like an angel
Seems like forever that she's been on my mind
But nothing has changed
She thinks i'm a waste if her time
There she goes, she don't know what she's missing
Can't she see i'll never give up the fight
I'll do all i can till she understands my desire
I'm on the outside looking in
Let me into your heart
There's nothing on earth that
Should keep us apart

I can't live without your love and affection
I can't face another night on my own
I'd give up my pride to save me from being alone
cause i can't live without your love
So i wait, here for an answer
And wonder if tomorrow will be like yesterday
I'll keep holding on
But i can't go on living this way
I've been on the outside looking in
Bring these tears to an end
I realize there's no use for me to pretend
Oh yeah

I can't live without your love and affection
I can't face another night on my own
I'd give up my pride to save me from being alone
cause i can't live without your love
For your love¡*i'd put my arms around you
For your love¡*i'd find the strength to tell you

Chorus:
I can't live without your love and affection
I just can't go on this way anymore
As hard as i try there's one thing that i know for sure
I can't live without your love
I can't live without your love

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After the Rain

Look in the mirror girl, by now you should know
You're living in a fantasy, and you can't let go
He never really loved you from the start
The only thing he ever gave you was a broken heart
Don't be afraid to lose what was never meant to be
After the rain washes away the tears

And all the pain
Only after the rain
Can you live again

I know the emptiness you feel inside
You're thinking if you break away, you'll never survive
I'm waiting as my heart beats just for you
Come on and take my hand and i'll pull you through
But things will never change until you want them to
After the rain washes away the tears
And all the pain

Only after the rain
Can you live again
You'll see the sun appear to light the way
Only after the rain

Can you hope to find true love again
He never really loved you from the start
The only thing he ever gave you was a broken heart
Come on and take my hand and i'll pull you through
You know the time has come for you to face the truth
After the rain washes away the tears

And all the pain
Only after the rain
Can you live again
You'll see the sun appear to light the way
Only after the rain
Can you hope to find true love again
After the rain

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Trixter was an East Coast band of members around the fresh young age of 17
whose self-titled album featured such hits as "One in a Million" and "Give It to Me Good."

This song is excellent, with great harmonies, backwards guitar, everything going on. Chicks loved it, too.

One in a Million

Once in your life you'll find someone
To make it all so real
When it comes you will know
'Cause it's like something
You never thought you'd feel

(And) sometimes you say to yourself
Is this really what I'm looking for?
'Cause only time will tell
if this is heaven or hell
To really know if you're sure

I walk this lonely road
And I felt I'm goin' nowhere
(And) some things I'll never know
But I know why you're the only one

And I'll never find love again
Like the kind you give
Like the kind you send
'Cause you're one in a million
One in a million... to me.

Baby you've got a certain way
of doin' things that makes me feel
Like I'm someone
So don't change the way that you are

I walk this lonely road
And I felt i'm goin' nowhere
(And) some things I'll never know
'Cause you're a million and one

I walk the lonely road
And I felt i'm goin' nowhere
(And) some things I'll never know
But I know why you're the only one

And I'll never find love again
Like the kind you give
Like the kind you send
'Cause you're one in a million
One in a million to me..

No more lonely nights
I'm finally goin' somewhere
And it's all because of you
That I know why
You've always been the only one

And I'll never find love again
Like the kind you give
Like the kind you send
'Cause iou're one in a million
One in a million to me

I'll never find love again
Like the kind you give
Like the kind you send
'Cause you're one in a million
One in a million to me

One in a million to me..
One in a million to me...
One in a million to me...

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Trixter's members included Peter Loran on vocals, Steve Brown on guitars, P.J. Parley on bass and Mark "Gus" Scott on drums. Like many young pop-metal bands embraced by MTV, their careers looked very promising indeed. They were happy to be touring with Bon Jovi and winning local music awards, and success seemed guaranteed. But just around the corner lurked an unforseen, and devastating, setback...

Give It To Me Good

Well Hey Hey baby
tell me what's your name
From the way you look and the way you dress
I can tell you ain't got no shame

And that's alright
'Cause I'm just a man

You say you're from the city
Where things move so fasta
Got your fancy cars and your diamond rings
You don't need a love to last

And that's alright
I'm just a man baby

So taake me home tonight
Like you know that you should
When you're ready to be bad
Just give it- give it to me good

Me I'm just a rocker
Ain't got much to say
I never did things by the rules
Always did things my way

And that's alright
'Cause that's the I am anyway

My father was a teacher
And he taught me how to live
He said "Son you gotta be someone
Not takin' more than you give"

And that's alright
That's the way I am Palio

So take me home tonight
Like you know that you should
When you're ready to be bad
Just give it

Give it Give it to me good
Give it Give it to me good
Give it Give it to me good
Give it Give it to me good
C'mon C'mon
Give it Give it to me good

Now that we're together
I'm gonna show you a thing or two
Hey girl, you got a lot to lea n
VwI'm gonna take you to my school
And make you feel alright

Give it Give it to me good
Give it Give it to me good
Give it Give it to me good
Give it Give it to me good

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Heart of Steel

Another night she sleeps alone
As she waits for her Romeo
It's the kind of things you read in books
Where he's doin' things that she don't know

Passion gets the best of some
While pain always is the hardest part
And even when you find the one
It's really over before you start
Love's more than a 4-letter word
It's everything that they say is real
And never think that it can't hurt
Even when you've got
A heart of steel

She waits for the phone to ring
As the tears fall from her eyes
And starts to wonder of what was told
Is it true or was it lies

Passion gets the best of some
While pain always is the hardest part
And even when you find the one
It's really over before you start
Love's more than a 4-letter word
It's everything that they say is real
And never think that it can't hurt
Even when you've got
A heart of steel

A shot to the body
Straight to the heart
It doesn't matter cause it's all the same
That look in your eyes tears me apart
But I know I can live with this pain
You take the good, you take the bad
But I know we can make it
'Cause with one touch
You can melt this heart of steel

Love's more than a 4-letter word
It's everything that they say is real
And never think that it can't hurt
Even when you've got
A heart of steel

Love's more than a 4-letter word
It's everything that they say is real
And never think that it can't hurt
Even when you've got
A heart of steel

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Guitarist Steve Brown:

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Meanwhile, Jon Bon Jovi was making hits in Hollywood with the song 'Blaze of Glory' for the movie 'Young Guns II". Pretty soon not only Bon Jovi's songs would be in demand in Hollywood, but Bon Jovi himself as an actor. The song was reminescent of "Wanted Dead or Alive."

Blaze of Glory

I wake up in the morning
And I raise my weary head
I got an old coat for a pillow
And the earth was last night’s bed
I don’t know where I’m going
Only God knows where I’ve been
I’m a devil on the run
A six gun lover
A candle in the wind
When you’re brought into this world
They say you’re born in sin
Well at least they gave me something
I didn’t have to steal or have to win

Well they tell me that I’m wanted
Yeah I’m a wanted man
I’m colt in your stable
I’m what cain was to abel
Mister catch me if you can
I’m going down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I’m going down in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
I’m no one’s son
Call me young gun
You ask about my consience
And I offer you my soul

You ask if I’ll grow to be a wise man
Well I ask if I’ll grow old
You ask me if I known love
And what it’s like to sing songs in the rain
Well,I’ve seen love come
And I’ve seen it shot down
I’ve seen it die in vain
Shot down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
’cause I’m going down in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
I’m the devil’s son
Call me young gun

Each night I go to bed
I pray the lord my soul to keep
No I ain’t looking for forgiveness
But before I’m six foot deep
Lord,i got to ask a favor
And I’ll hope you’ll understand
’cause I’ve lived life to the fullest
Let the boy die like a man
Staring down the bullet
Let me make my final stand
Shot down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I’m going out in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
And I’m no one’s son
Call me young gun
I’m a young gun

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The hotties in Vixen released their second album, Rev It Up, proving once again that women could rock as well. The album was a strong sophomore debut, but still lagged a bit in featuring memorable songs such as "Edge of a Broken Heart."

Love Is a Killer

Only a fool believes
It's better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
But I don't wanna take that fall
It's a long long long way down

I'm hurt
Love struck me down again
Enticed me in and pulled the pin
Blew my tender heart sky high
Now in my pain I'm asking why
As I'm crying
Should I give it my last try
Or say goodbye

Love is a killer
A homicidal fiend
Love is a killer
It'll be the death of me
I got a target on my back
For a cupid dressed in black
Love is a killer
It's killing me

Love so sweetly backoning
I've seen your face
Called your name
I tasted the tears you cried
Lived in shadows in my mind
Frozen here in time
Don't leave me here to die

Love is a killer
A homicidal fiend
Love is a killer
It'll be the death of me
I've got a target on my back
For a cupid dressed in black
Love is a killer
It's killing me

You fascinate and yet frustrate
Demand so much of me,yeah
I've had enough
It's tearing me up inside
Cross my heart hope to survive
You got a smoking gun
Well don't shoot me love

No,you're a killer
A homicidal fiend
Love is a killer
It'll be the death of me
I've got a target on my back
For a cupid dressed in black
Love is a killer
Love is a killer

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Hard 16

Daddy didn't care, momma wasn't there, Jenny slammed the door to her heart
Packed a suitcase of anger, no-one tried to save her
She headed for the city that shines in the dark
But the lights fade away...when you're out on the streets without a prayer
Jenny learned to survive...put a price on the nights that never ends...

Chorus:
She's hard sixteen, soft to the touch, but she's seen too much
Hard sixteen...-will her soul run dry by seventeen..?

The face of innocence doesn't stand a chance between the losers, the
takers, the lost
But Jenny never cried, locked it all inside
she's trapped in a timebomb, ready to blow
There will come a day...when the mirror reveals a total stranger
Another lonely runaway...in a living hell

Repeat Chorus

Bridge:
Jenny please come home.....
you've got so much to give, so much life left to live
So come home.......

(Guitar solo)

Hard sixteen, soft to the touch, but she's seen too much
Hard sixteen, -will her soul run dry?
Hard sixteen, -her Daddy didn't care, her momma wasn't there
Hard sixteen, -will her soul run dry?
Hard sixteen, soft to the touch, but she's seen too much
Hard sixteen, -will her soul run dry by seventeen....?

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Vixen group shot (with backwards logo):

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In 1990, Rush released a best-of double album Chronicles, which featured many of their best songs including "Tom Sawyer," "Closer to the Heart," "The Spirit of Radio," "New World Man", and others.

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Rush Chronicles cover:

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180 degrees from the light-hearted pop metal of Bon Jovi and Trixter was the rise of death metal inspired by Venom and Slayer. These bands which seemed to spawn like mutant leeches from the underbelly of cities in Florida included bands like Morbid Angel, featuring guitarist Trey Azagthoth, who literally named himself after ancient Sumerian pagan gods. He boasted that he practiced astral projection, collected dead animals in formaldehyde jars, and sought to become the living embodiment of every Christians' nightmare by opening himself up to forces of darkness. He did not consider himself a "Satanist", but sought to tap into some sort of power within, a power best channeled through the darkest, most intense heavy metal possible. In spite of his disturbing obsessions, he considered himself a serious musician whose tastes ranged from Mozart to his guitar gods
Eddie Van Halen and Michael Schenker. His first album was Alters of Madness, which would be the first in alphabetical order of the band's catalog.

Visions From the Dark Side
Dark eyes, shadows grim
They come for me
Midnight chimes, blackened earth
The evils rise
Pits of hate open wide
Chasm of my dreams
Last of chimes - minks arrive
And take my mind again

Waste polluted memories
Acid rivers flow
Vigil for this land's decay
Sounding from below
Dogs of war, satan's own
Plotting all their sins
Weapons aimed at liberty
My vision - no one wins

[Chorus:]
Take my mind
All the way
The darkside calls
I shan't resist

[Solo: Brunelle]

Men forever rot in pain
Mind machines control
Toxic rains scouring brains
Victimizing souls
Winds of war suffocate
Voodoo in the sky
Breathe the gases, breathe no more
My vision - all will die

[Chorus]

[Solo: Azagthoth]

Cut myself and release the blood
Pains of a thousand years
Pathic sights - jorney's end
Descent into another world
My time has come to meet me
Masters... all the corporate lourds
I'm not afraid to face all their
Trials - slavery - in the end they'll
Still have no power over me

[Solo: Brunelle]

Daylight shines blind my eyes
Waken to another day
Tribulation now has passed
But the dreams remain
Walls of sleep fade away
Abandonment of wonders
Monks of knowledge bid farewell
And leave me with these visions
From the darkside

(Visions - from the darkside)

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Another death metal band that raised more than a few eyebrows (and unsettled more than a few stomachs) was Cannibal Corpse, a
group that took vile pleasure in writing songs about gore and bloodshed in unhealthy levels of carnage quotient that no band should be allowed to have, on albums with such tacky titles as Eaten Back to Life.The band was even featured on the David Lynch movie, "Wild At Heart" featuring Nicholas Cage, Laura Dern, and Willem Dafoe. The band knew they had made their impact when they would be quoted by a certain person running for public office in the near future. Below is the only appropriate photo of the band to be found.

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Another death metal band, Obituary, took an "interesting" approach to their extreme form of metal: instead of actual lyrics, they growled, screeched and gargled their way through songs with no discernable
words to bother with. Their 1990 album was Cause of Death.

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Jumping back into 1989 a bit, we have rapper Tone-Loc, whose Loc-ed After Dark album gave us hits such as "Wild Thing", which featured samples of Van Halen's "Jamie's Crying", and the hit "Funky Cold Medina" which also featured samples of other major artists. Sampling was a constant nuisiance to established artists who hated being ripped off for the sake of an oh-so-original rap song. No wonder not much was heard from him after that.

Wild Thing

Let's do it

Workin' all week 9 to 5 for my money
So when the weekend comes I go get live with the honey
Rollin' down the street I saw this girl and she was pumpin'
I winked my eye she got into the ride went to a club was jumpin'
Introduce myself as Loc she said "You're a liar"
I said "I got it goin' on baby doll and I'm on fire"
Took her to the hotel she said "You're the king"
I said "Be my queen if you know what I mean and let us do the wild thing

Wild thing (x2)

Shoppin' at the mall looking for some gear to buy
I saw this girl she cool rocked my world and I had to adjust my fly
She looked at me and smiled and said "You have plans for the night"
I said "Hopefully if things go well I'll be with you tonight"
So we journeyed to her house one thing led to an other
I keyed the door we cold hit the floor looked up and it was her mother
I didn't know what to say I was hanging by a string
She said "Hey you two I was once like you and I liked to do the wild thing"

Wild thing
She loved to do the wild thing
Wild thing
Please baby baby please

Posse in effect hangin' out is always hype
And when me and the crew leave the shindig I want a girl who's just my type
Saw this luscious little frame I ain't lyin' fellas she was fine
The sweet young miss go gave me a kiss and I knew that she was mine
Took her to the limousine still parked outside
I tipped the chauffeur when it was over and I gave her my own ride
Couldn't get her off my jack she was like static cling
But that's what happens when body start slappin' from doin' the wild thing

Wild thing
She wanna do the wild thing
Please baby baby please

Wild thing

Doin' a little show at the local discotheque
This fine youg chick was on my jack so I say what the heck
She want to come on stage and do her little dance
So I said chill for now but maybe later you'll get your chance
So when the show was finished I took her around the way
And what do you know she was good to go without a word to say
We was all alone and she said "Tone let me tell you one thing
I need $50 to make you holler I get paid to do the wild thing"

Say what
Yo love you must be kidding
You're walkin' babe
Just break out of here
Hasta la vista baby

Wild thing

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[Steve M.]

In 1990, at the same time she released her fourth album, Anita Baker suddenly had something she hadn't quite had before.

Competition.

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Oleta Adams seemingly came out of nowhere with her debut album Circle Of One, but in fact her rise to stardom was a more interesting story than that of the "overnight sensation." She had been performing in the clubs and halls of Kansas City, Missouri, one of the most musically rich cities in America, and she was discovered by the guys in Tears For Fears, who helped Adams record her first album. Despite video airplay on VH-1, the LP only took off when Oprah Winfrey began promoting it on her show. Adams enjoyed three soulful hits - the title track, "Rhythm Of Life," and a cover of Brenda Russell's "Get Here" - and Circle Of One became one of the most talked-about R&B albums of 1990. Her husky, sultry voice was a great complement to Anita Baker's own vocal style. Adams's rise to fame only goes to show you that you never know where the next great Cinderella story in pop will come from! :)

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Funky Cold Medina

cold cooling at a ball
looking for some action
but like Mick Jagger said
I can't get no satisfaction
the girls are all around
but none of them wanna get with me
my threads are fresh and I'm looking def
yo wassup with the l o c
the girls are all jocking
at the other end of the bar
having drinks with some no name chump
when they know that I'm the star
so I got up and strolled over
to the other side of the cantina
I asked the guy, "why you so fly?"
he said "funky cold medina"

this brother told me a secret
on how to get more chicks
put a little medina in your glass
and the girls'll come real quick
it's better than any alcohol
or afrodesiac
a couple of sips of this love potion and she'll be on your lap
so I gave some to my dog, when he began to big
and then he licked his bowl and he looked at me
and did the wild thing on my leg
he used to scratch and bite me
before he was much much meaner
but now all the poodles run to my house for the funky cold medina

you know what I'm saying
I got every dog in my neighborhood breaking down my door
I got Spuds McKenzie, Alex from Strolls
they won't leave my dog alone with that medina thing

I went up to this girl
she said "Hi, my name Sheena"
I thought she'd be good to go with a little funk cold medina,
she said "I'd like a drink", I said "ok, I'll go get it"
and then a couple of sips, she cold licked her lips and I knew that she was
with it
so I took her to my crib
and everything went well as planned
but when she got undressed it was big old mess
Sheena was a man
so I threw him out
I don't fool around with no Oscar Meyer weiner
you must be sure that the girl is pure for the funky cold medina

you know,
ain't no plans with a man,
this is the 80s and I'm down the ladies,

break it down,

back in the saddle, looking for a little affection
I took a shot, I thought I'd test it on the Love Connection
the audience guests voted, and you know, they picked a winner
I took my date to the Hilton ford
media had some dinner
she had a few drinks, I'm thinking soon what I'd be getting,
but that's when she starting talking 'bout plans for a wedding,
I said "wait, slow down love, not so fast, I'll be seeing ya",
that's why I found you don't play around with the funky cold medina

you know what I'm saying
that medina's a monster y'all

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And one of the most blatant examples of sampling a pre-existing song to make into another hit was MC Hammer's rip-off of "Super Freak":

U Can't Touch This

(Hammer)
can't touch this (x2)
Can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) (x2)
My-my-my-my music hits me so hard makes me say oh my Lord
Thank you for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and my two hyped Feels good when you know you're down
A suped up homeboy from the Oaktown
And I'm known as such
And this is a beat uh u can't touch
I told you homeboy can't touch this
Yeah that's how we're livin' and you know can't touch this
Look in my eyes man can't touch this
You know let me bust the funky lyrics
Fresh new kicks and pants
You got it like that now you know you wanna dance
So move out of your seat
And get a fly girl and catch this beat
While it's rollin' hold on pump a little bit
And let me know it's going on like that like that
Cold on a mission so follow back
Let 'em know that you're too much
And this is a group uh u can't touch
Yo I told you u can't touch this
Why you standing there man can't touch this
Yo sound the bells school is in sucker can't touch this
Give me a song or rhythm
Making 'em sweat that's what I'm giving 'em
Now u know when you talk about the Hammer
You talk about a show that's hyped and tight
Singers are sweatin' so pass them a wipe
Or a tape to learn what it's gonna take
in the 90's to burn
The charts legit either work hard
Or you might as well quit
That's word because you know
Can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh-oh-oh) (x2)
Break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh) (x2)
Stop Hammer time
Go with the flow it is said if you can't move to this
Then you probably are dead
So wave your hands in the air
Bust a few moves run your fingers through your hair
This is it for a winner
Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner
Move slide your rump
Just for a minute let's all do the bump
Bump bump bump yeah
Can't touch this
Look man u can't touch this
You'll probably get hyped boy 'cause you know you can't u can't touch
this
Ring the bell school's back in break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (x2)
Stop Hammer time
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) (x2)
(Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) can't touch this (x3)
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (x3)
Stop Hammer time
Every time you see me that Hammer's just so hype
I'm dope on the floor and magic on the mic
Now why would I ever stop doing this
With others makin' records they just dont get it
I toured around the world from London to The Bay
It's Hammer go Hammer MC Hammer Yo Hammer
and the rest go and play
Can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh)
Can't touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh)
Yeah u can't touch this
I told you u can't touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh)
Too hype can't touch this
Get me outta here u can't touch this
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

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I don't WANT to touch this. It's Hammer Time, all right. :smash:

Hey, check out Hammer's parachute pants!! Let's see if they work by throwing him out of a plane!!

Can you believe that they made a Saturday morning cartoon out of this clown?? Yeah, and the parachute pants actually would figure largely in urban fashions in a few years.

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And here is the tune that Mr. Robert Van Winkle INSISTED was not a rip-off of the Queen/David Bowie collaboration, "Under Pressure." He said that the beats in the main riff were slightly altered so as not to be plagiarism. Nice try. Time for Mr. Van Winkle to go back to sleep for another forty years for Ripping off not one, but TWO established artists!!

Don't worry, Vanilla Ice would make headlines by being arrested for disturbances in supermarket parking lots in Studio City in Los Angeles. PLUS he even appeared in a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie!!

Ice Ice Baby

Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!

Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
All right stop, Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo -- I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.

Dance, go rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon
Burnin’ ‘em if you aint quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, Waving just to say Hi
Did you stop? No -- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo -- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out geting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're full of “Eight Ball”
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine -- All I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJs say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem, Yo -- I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while Deshay revolves it.

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Yo man -- Let's get out of here! Word to your mother!

Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold

:banana: :mango

ARRRRRGGGHHH!!!!! One of my LEAST favorite expressions: "Word to your mother"!!! What the hell does that mean??? :wallbang :confused:

Here's the Ice-Hole donning patriotic garb a mere ten years before a certain K. Rock would duplicate the stunt:

[ABlairican Pie]

DJ Jazzy Jeff & Fresh Prince were a rap duo whose biggest hit was "Parents Just Don't Understand." Fresh Prince became one of the biggest stars in Hollywood, after a successful t.v. show called "Fresh Prince of Bel Air", while DJ Jazzy Jeff....is MIA.

That Fresh Prince of course is Will Smith.

Parents Just Don't Understand

You know, parents are the same, no matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids are gonna make some mistakes
So tell you other kids all across the land
There's no need to argue, parents just don't understand

I remember one year, my mom took me school shoppin'
It was me, my brother, my mom, oh my pop
And my little sister all hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall

My mom started buggin' with the clothes she chose
I didn't say nothin' at first, I just turned up my nose
She said, 'What's wrong, the shirt costs twenty dollars'
I said, 'Mom, This shirt is plaid, with a butterfly collar'

The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buyin' me clothes from 1963
And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate
I asked her for Adidas, and she bought me Zips!

I said, 'Mom, what are you doin'? You'll ruin my rep'
She said, 'You're only 16, you don't have a rep yet'
I said, 'Mom, let's put these clothes back, please'
She said, 'No. You go to school to learn, not for a fashion show'

I said, 'This isn't shinin' armor, c'mon mom, I'm not bousers
Mom, please put back the bell bottom, Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want to I can live with that, but
You've gotta put back the double-knit, reversible slacks'

She wasn't with it, everything stayed the same
Inevitably, the first day of school came
I thought I could get over, I tried to play sick
But my mom said, 'No, no way, Uh-uh. Forget it'

There was nothin' I could do. I tried to relax
I got dressed up in those ancient artifacts
And when I walked in to school, it was just as I thought
The kids were crackin' up, laughin' at the clothes mom bought

And those who weren't laughin' still had a ball
'Cuz they were pointing and whistling as I walked down the hall
I got home and told my mom how my day went
She said, 'If they were laughin' you don't need 'em, cuz they're not good friends'

For the next six hours I tried to explain to my mom
That I was gonna have to go to just about 200 more times
So tell you other kids all across the land
There's no need to argue, parents just don't understand

Ok...Here's the situation...My parents went away on a week's vacation
And, they left the keys to the brand new Porsche
Do they mind? Mmm, well, of course not!
I'll just take it for a little spin, and maybe show it off to a couple of friends
I'll just cruise it 'round the neighborhood
Well, maybe I shouldn't...Yeah!...Of course I should!

Pay attention, here's the thick of the plot
I pulled up to the corner at the end of my block
And that's when I saw this beautiful girly-girl walkin'
I picked up my car phone to perpetrate like I was talkin'

You shoulda seen this girls bodily dimensions
I honked my horn, just to get her attention
She said, 'Was that for me?'
I said, 'Yeah'
She said, 'Why?'
I said, 'Come on and take a ride with a hell of a guy'

She said, 'How do I know you're not sick
You could be some deranged lunatic'
I said, 'Come on, toots. My name is the Prince
Besides, would a lunatic have a Porsche like this?'

She agreed, and we were on our way
She was lookin' very good, so was I, I must say, WORD!
We hit McDonalds, pulled up to the driveway
We ordered two Big Macs, and two large fries and Cokes

She kicked her shoes off onto the floor
She said, 'Drive fast, speed turns me on'
She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas
We almost got whiplash, we took off so fast

The sun roof was open, the music was high
And this girl's hand was thoroughly moving up my thigh
She had opened up three buttons on her shirt so far
I guess that's why I didn't notice that police car

We're doin' ninety in my mom's new Porsche
And to make this long story short, short
When the cop pulled me over, I was scared as hell
I said, 'I don't have a license, but I drive very well, officer!'

I almost had a heart-attack that day
Come to find out the girl was a 12 year old runaway!
I was arrested, the car was impounded
There was no way for me to avoid being grounded

My parents had to come off from vacation and get me
I'd rather be in jail, than to have my father hit me
My parents walked in and I got my grip
I said, 'Uh...mom, dad...How was your trip?!'

They didn't speak, I said, 'I wanna play my case'
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride home, I don't know how I survived it
They took turns...one would beat me while the other was drivin'!

I can't believe it! I just made a mistake
Well, parents are the same, no matter time nor place
So tell you other kids all across the land
Take it from me, parents just don't understand

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

On March 20, 1990, Gloria Estefan's tour bus was seriously injured in a collision with a tractor trailer near Scranton, Pennsylvania, which left her with a broken back. Doctors implanted two titanium rods in her back to strengthen her spine. She was out of commission for a year as she went through very painful and grueling physical therapy. Many fans pondered her fate, wondering if she would walk again, let alone dance. Fortunately, she recovered and was able to hit the stage once more.

Cuts Both Ways

It cuts both ways
Our love is like knife
That cuts both ways
It's driven deep into my heart each time
That I realize
How it cuts both ways
Can't be together
Cannot live apart
We're heading straight into a broken heart
But I can't stop

Bridge

'Cause I feel too much to let you go
I'm hurting you and it's hard I know
To stay and fight for what we've got
Knowing it'll never be good enough
'Cause you and I are dangerous
We want too much and life ain't that way
Don't ask me for more
Don't be a fool
Haven't we already broken every rule
It cuts both ways, we're in too deep for
sorry alibis
Can't have regrets or even question why
We can't say goodbye
Because it cuts both ways
No more illusions of the love we make
No sacrifice would ever be too great
If you would just stay

Bridge

[ABlairican Pie]

Madonna found herself in hot water with MTV over a steamy video that was aired: 'Justify My Love' was a tawdry romp for the Material Girl in a hotel which featured leather, S & M and girl-on-girl action, with no real nudity, but much titillating sequences that were too much for the little tykes who used MTV as the electronic babysitter. The black and white video was directed by Jean Baptiste Mondinio.

Many believed that Madonna had gone too far. What was her reason for kink? But many who were appalled by her actions to get more attention had not seen the last of it. :eek:

Would you believe the lyrics were written by Lenny Kravitz?? :eek: :eek:

Justify My Love

I wanna kiss you in Paris
I wanna hold your hand in Rome
I wanna run naked in a rainstorm
Make love in a train cross-country
You put this in me
So now what, so now what?

Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love

Hoping, praying
For you to justify my love

I want to know you
Not like that
I don't wanna be your mother
I don't wanna be your sister either
I just wanna be your lover
I wanna be your baby
Kiss me, that's right, kiss me

Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love

Hoping, praying
For you to justify my love

Yearning, burning
For you to justify my love

What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
Talk to me -- tell me your dreams
Am I in them?
Tell me your fears
Are you scared?
Tell me your stories
I'm not afraid of who you are
We can fly!

Poor is the man
Whose pleasures depend
On the permission of another
Love me, that's right, love me
I wanna be your baby

Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love

Hoping, praying
For you to justify my love

I'm open and ready
For you to justify my love
To justify my love
Wanting, to justify
Waiting, to justify my love
Praying, to justify
To justify my love
I'm open, to justify my love

[ABlairican Pie]

G-rated shot: popcorn:

[ABlairican Pie]

Here comes the pizza delivery guy:

[ABlairican Pie]

Madonna's stressed out: she can't sell Girl Scout cookies from that briefcase to save her life. Maybe this guy can show her some pitching tips?

[ABlairican Pie]

"Please, help me, sir!! I need to sell 35 boxes of Peanut Butter Cream Filled Tagalongs in order to get me to go to Camp Lake Mini-Weeni-Haha with my troop!! You're my last hope!!" :crying:

[ABlairican Pie]

"Mmm, I LOVE peanut butter cookie breath...!!"

[ABlairican Pie]

"Oh, darn. My schpiel put him to sleep!!"

[Steve M.]

The mere fact that Madonna was causing so much controversy with her steamy videos and cult rally. . .er, concert tour and millions of people were taking Jon Bon Jovi's play acting as a rock and roll outlaw seriously showed how clueless the American people were in 1990 about anything serious.

That changed on August 2, when Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein invaded Kuwait.

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With Saddam violating the sovreignty of one neighbor and threatening the sovreignty of another (Saudi Arabia), and with his control of oil supplies that were vital to the security of allies (the United States got less oil from Kuwait than other countries did) - President Bush sent troops to Saudi Arabia to defend that country from a possible invasion and set about trying to get Saddam to leave Kuwait peacefully - otherwise the U.S. and its allies would force him out.

The times were changing but popular music wasn't, nor were some media movers and shakers. It was in the runup to war that ABC suggested to Ted Koppel that he interview Madonna on Nightline to discuss her banned video. Koppel told ABC to forget it - the impending war was more important. So ABC simply waited until Koppel took a night off - December 3 - when Forrest Sawyer filled in for him and booked Madge for that night. It was the second-highest rated Nightline installment (aftter Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker's 1987 appearance) in the show's 10-year history.

Meanwhile, on December 3, in Madge's home state of Michigan, a deadly airline crash occurred at Detroit Metro Airport. Appreantly ABC didn't think this was important enough for Forrest Sawyer to look into.

Pop reflects its times. In 1990 it reflected. . .utter detachment!! :mad:

[ABlairican Pie]

... a CNN SPECIAL REPORT:



John Major has been elected Prime Minister of Great Britain, replacing the outgoing PM Margaret Thatcher.


We now return you to the Milli Vanilli press conference all ready in progress.

[ABlairican Pie]

A cast of Fresh Prince of Bel Air, featuring Will Smith in the bottom center. From there he went on to star in such hits as "Independence Day", "Men In Black", "Wild Wild West," and his latest, "I, Robot."

[ABlairican Pie]

Mariah Carey was a fresh new face and voice that came out in 1990. Her sleek r & b style featured her distinctive vocals hitting high notes on her songs. Her future husband, Sony president Tommy Mottolla knew she had star quality in her songs, and was ready to promote her as a new diva. Her 1990 self-titled album featured the hit, "Vision of Love."

Vision of Love

Treated me kind
Sweet Destiny
Carried me through desperation
To the one that was waiting for me
It Took so long
Still I believe
Somehow the one that I needed
Would find me eventually

Chorus:
I had a vision of love
And it was all that you've
given to me
Prayed through the nights
Felt so alone
Suffered from alienation
Carried the weight on my own

Had to be strong
So I believed
And now I know I've succeeded
In finding the place I conceived

Chorus
I had a vision of love
And it was all that you've given me
I've realized a dream
And I visualized
The love that came to be
Feel so alive
I'm so thankful that I've received
The answer that heaven has
sent down to me

You treated me kind
Sweet destiny
And I'll be eternally grateful
Holding you so close to me
Prayed through the nights
So faithfully
Knowing the one that I needed
Would find me eventually

Chorus
I had a vision of love
And it was all that you
turned out to be

[ABlairican Pie]

Public Enemy returned with another dose of incendiary tunes on their album Fear of a Black Planet, which was just about everything that white corporate society could fear. The revolutionary raps on the album included "Welcome to the Terrordome", "911 is a Joke," "Burn Hollywood Burn," about Tinsel Town's compulsion to offer stereotypical rolls to blacks, and the title track. More controversy would ensue when the group was accused of anti-Semitism due to their "scholar" member Professor Griff's claims that Jews were money-grubbing and used positions of power to cripple the black race. This nonsense was offered by a widely discredited piece of propaganda floating around for the past century called The Protocols of the Elders of Zion.
Officially Public Enemy censured their nutty Professor, but after the furor died down, allowed him to speak his views openly.

Which makes little sense when the group teamed up with an unlikely ally...

Welcome to the Terrordome

I got so much trouble on my mind
I refuse to lose
Here's your ticket
Hear the drummer get wicked
The crew to you to push the back to Black
Attack so I sat and japped
Then slapped the Mac(Intosh)
Now I'm ready to mike it
(You know I like it) huh
Hear my favoritism roll "Oh"
Never be a brother like to go solo
Lazer, anastasia, maze ya
Ways to blaze your brain and train ya
The way I'm livin', forgiven'
What I'm givin' up
X on the flex hit me now
I don't know about later
As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid
Man I've had it up to here
Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear
Rhetoric said
Read just a bit ago
Not quittin' though
Signed the hard rhymer
Work to keep from gettin' jerked
Changin' some ways
To way back in the better days
Raw metaphysically bold
Never followed a code
Still dropped a load
Never question what I am God knows
Cause it's comin' from the heart
What I got better get some
(Get on up) hustler of culture
Snakebitten
Been spit in the face
But the rhymes keep fittin'
Respects been givin' how's ya livin'
Now I can't protect a pad off defect
Check the record
An reckon an intentional wreck
Played off as some intellect
Made the call, took the fall
Broke the laws
Not my fault they're fallin' off
Known as fair square
Throughout my years
So I growl at the livin' foul
Black to the bone my home is your home
So welcome to the Terrordome
Subordinate terror
Kickin' off an era
Cold deliverin' pain
My 98 was 87 on a record yo
So now I go Bronco

Crucifixion ain't no fiction
So called chosen frozen
Apology made to who ever pleases
Still they got me like Jesus
I rather sing, bring, think reminisce
'Bout a brother while I'm in sync
Every brother ain't a brother cause a color
Just as well could be undercover
Backstabbed, grabbed a flag
From the back of the lab
Told a Rab get off the rag
Sad to say I got sold down the river
Still some quiver when I deliver
Never to say I never know or had a clue
Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard
Lies, scandalizin', basin'
Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan?
I rope a dope the evil with righteous
Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even
C'mon down
And welcome to the Terrordome.
Caught in the race against time
The pit and the pendulum
Check the rhythm and rhymes
While I'm bendin' 'em
Snakes blowin' up the lines of design
Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em
How to fight the power
Cannot run and hide
But it shouldn't be suicide
In a game a fool without the rules
Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize
Every brother ain't a brother
Cause a Black hand
Squeezed on Malcom X the man
The shootin' of Huey Newton
From a hand of a ****** who pulled the trigger

It's weak to speak and blame somebody else
When you destroy yourself
First nothing's worse than a mother's pain
Of a son slain in Bensonhurst
Can't wait for the state to decide the fate
So this jam I dedicate
Places with racist faces
Just an example of one of many cases
The Greek weekend speech I speak
From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach)
I don't smile in the line of fire
I go wildin'
But it's on bass and drums even violins
Watcha do gitcha head ready
Instead of gettin' physically sweaty
When I get mad
I put it down on a pad
Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin'
Fear of high rollin'
God bless your soul and keep livin'
Never allowed, kickin' it loud
Droppin' a bomb
Brain game intellectual Vietnam
Move as a team
Never move alone
But
Welcome to the Terrordome

[ABlairican Pie]

After two years of controversy, N.W.A. released an EP which featured more of their inner city commentary and a bit of pornographic talk, 100 Miles and Runnin'. Before the end of the year, member Ice Cube would leave for a solo career.

[ABlairican Pie]

From Madonna's videos to gangsta rap, many conservatives--and more than a few defenders of political correctness--saw that the country had run amok with permissiveness in popular culture. 1990 was the time that many Republicans and conservatives, many with a very religious stripe, saw fit
to shut down what they saw as indecency and anarchy running loose in popular expression. One such victim of the scourge was the head of the National Endowment for the Arts John Frohnmeyer, who defended controversial pieces of art in an art gallery in Cincinnatti, Ohio--art which included "homoerotic" photographs by the recently deceased artist Robert Mapplethorpe, who had taken pictures of some of punk pioneer Patti Smith's albums, such as "Horses." Politicians demanded that Frohnmeyer step down immediately.

John Frohnmeyer:

[ABlairican Pie]

Senator Jesse Helms led the attack on Robert Mapplethorpe, who had died in 1988 of AIDS:

Robert Mapplethorpe:

[Steve M.]

Hot on the heels of Oh Mercy, Bob Dylan released Under The Red Sky in 1990.

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An attempt by Dylan to prove he had recouped his creative powers, Under The Red Sky only proved that Oh Mercy was a fluke. Dylan was now 49, and songs didn't come easily to him anymore. The ones that were coming to him were mishmash like "It's Unbelievable," and ditties like "Wiggle Wiggle," which revolved around the line "Wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup." :eek:

Obviously, even Dylan's cast of guest star performers - buddy George Harrison, Elton John, David Crosby, and Bruce Hornsby, among others - couldn't save this LP. :( Dylan retreated from writing anything new for a while after this, and he concluded that he would have to record a couple of albums of traditional folk songs to learn to how to compose again.

[Steve M.]

After the Berlin Wall fell, East Germany - formally called the German Democratic Republic - actually became a democratic republic, with free elections sweeping a progressive reformist government. Almost immediately, Germans began to wonder - with East Germany no longer Communist and West Germany a mature democracy, why the heck were there still two German states? Two democratic Germanys seemed redundant.

And so, on Wednesday, October 3, 1990, Germany was formally reunited under the Western government in Bonn, which soon moved to Berlin. The unification was shepherded by Chancellor Helmut Kohl (pictured below), who became a national hero as a result.

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Germany's reunification under the established capitalist government meant that it was now okay to like figure skater Katarina Witt. . .

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. . .but it still seemed rather creepy to dig the most famous pop star to come out of East Germany. . .

[Steve M.]

NINA HAGEN!!!

:eek2:

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(German punk goddess Nina Hagen - who, unlike Gene Simmons, has never been seen without freaky makeup - about to eat a microphone from the German TV network WDR, which she clearly mistakes for a blueberry ice cream cone! :lol: )

[ABlairican Pie]

Yep, we met Nina Hagen in the 80's thread, yeah, she was freaky and fun all right, but that's what government repression does to people, it brings out the ARTIST in some. :crazy:

For those who remember, she did albums such as Nunsexmonkrock and Angstlos (Fearless in English).

[ABlairican Pie]

Meanwhile, the government repression in the United States targeted another controversial artist named Andres Serrano, whose claim to infamy was his photo of a plastic crucifix immersed in a jar of urine. He did not consider his work blasphemous, but there many in America who did. Now the question remains, which was the true outrage, government censors suppressing controversial artworks, or the artists odes to tackiness and tastelessness?

Was there a place in pop culture for outrageousness? Was this not the point of art? Or was it indeed vulgar? Wasn't rock and roll itself, after all, based on
scandal and salaciousness by its very name? The attacks on the two photographers we have mentioned, Mapplethorpe and Serrano, may not have been related to controversy over rock and roll, but in time, the arguments over it would spill into popular music in what would become a sort of "culture war."

[Steve M.]

Get a look at the East German Trabant, the only car more guaranteed to fall apart in the showroom than the Chevrolet Vega! :lol:

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Or, if a sedan isn't your plate of bratwurst, how about this lovely station wagon?

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(Trabant's station wagon, or "variant," model. Trabant Variant! :D )

Unlike West Germany, which developed Volkswagen into an international icon (and became the favorite vehicle of Grateful Dead fans), East Germany was never able to assemble a decent Trabant, and the cars became famous for being unreliable, flimsy sh:censored:cans, even by Commie standards! East German car assembly line workers were told to build them as if they wanted to buy them, but they didn't want to buy them, since Trabants didn't come with sunroofs, AM/FM stereo, or Lee Iacocca's Car Buyer's Bill of Rights! (This famous document stated that even a paint-peeling Dodge Spirit or Plymouth Voyager minivan should be expected to run!) So East German autoworkers built Trabants without putting in floorpans properly, or forgetting to to put the carbuerator on the motor. Sometimes they forgot to put in the motor! :lol:

When Germany reunited, no one wanted Trabants any more, so there were plenty of these little buggers lying around Saxony and Thuringia. Soon, an Irish rock band would come to call, requesting several Trabants for their upcoming concert tour!

They were buying the cars for their road crew? Er, not exactly.

We'll get to that in 1991! ;)

[ABlairican Pie]

One of the biggest social phenomena that fueled the censorship and trampling
of artistic expression, along side the Christian Coalition, was the move toward
political correctness. In a December 1990 issue of Newsweek, a cover story documented a new form of academic repression and stifling of mainstream ideas and attitudes that was sweeping college campuses, one that allegedly "championed" people of color, minorities, gays, women, the disabled, animal rights and environmentalism, and attacked what it saw as the stronghold of "dead white Eurocentric males." Terms such as disabled were out of fashion in favor of euphemisms such as "differently abled." Politically correct proponents sought to discredit and demonize anyone whom they perceived as being "politically incorrect"--and therefore "racist" and "sexist." A new form of intolerance was sweeping the nation--and this was done in the name of "liberalism."

In fact, in 1988, persons such as the Rev. Jesse Jackson led the charge against a Western Civilization based core-study cirriculum at Stanford University in the Bay Area with the chant, "Hey, ho, Western Civilization's got to go!!" Many students joined in, asserting that Western civilization was responsible for all things racist and genocidal, homophobic and sexist, while ignoring that Western studies offered a critical basis for exploring and understanding all cultures and ideas. A PC-based cirriculum revolved around nothing more than a socialist view of the world with questionable extremist authors and radical feminism. It was hardly based on academic freedom and openness.

Unfortunately, one of the defenders of a Western-based cirriculum in 1988 was conservative drug czar William Bennett. :eek:

[ABlairican Pie]

The new climate of censorship was discussed in a later Newsweek article which touched on the topic of violence in the media. One of the targets of questionable, "violent" lyrics was "Jamie's Got a Gun" by Aerosmith, which sang about a daughter's revenge against an incestuous father. But another, more explicit example was thrash band Vio-lenceand their album Oppressing the Masses. The band, fronted by guitarist Robb Flynn,was a Bay Area contender for the thrash metal crown. This album, however, was not as big as their previous releases, but thrash fans enjoyed it all the same. The title of the album pretty much expressed the fear and tension going on in the post-Reagan world with songs such as "Profit," "Liquid Courage," "Officer Nice," and the title track.

[ABlairican Pie]

Officer Nice

I'm The Law, I Wield The Stick
So Back Your Ass Up In Fear
This Is My Place, My Burning Face In Full Gear.
We Move In Groups, Head Stomping Boots
And Canisters For Tears.
Move In At Once, Through Hate We Make
Ourselves Clear.
I Am The Cop That Rips You Off
I Steal Drugs For Cash.
No Junkies Run, For Into They Get A Blast.
Big Dealers Pay, I Turn Away
Another Week Of Bought Trust.
But I'll Be Back For More Cash Or A Bust.

[Chorus]
Their Laws Decide - Criminals, Lawbreakers
Who Is Right - Officer Nice
Hit With Sticks - Criminals, Lawbreakers
Move Them Quick - Officer Nice.

[ Solo: Demmel ]

[ Solo: Flynn ]

Interrogate, Feelings Of Hate For You
Run Thick Through My Mind
The Bleeding Dead, Family Of Ave Left Behind
Murdering Dirt, You In My World
And Here I Dictate The Law.
And As I Swing, Your Scattered Brains Paint
The Wall

[Steve M.]

Propronents of political correctness, emboldened by preliminary 1990 census figures showing America becoming more Hispanic and nonwhite at an amazing clip, were applying PC standards everywhere, renaming schools and parks for PC heroes, setting up "diversity" training programs in the workplace, and producing "father knows least" sitcoms. Soon, political correctness would infiltrate rock and roll.

Soon, a multitude of books cataloging and ranking the worst rock records of all time would appear in book stores. It was a perfect time to look at rock's worst moments, what with rock becoming older and more stagnant, but it was also a great opportunity to demonize white male guitar rockers. Seventies classic rockers like the Eagles, Yes, Pink Floyd, and others soon came under renewed attack for their various crimes, real or imagined, against rock and roll. Dave Marsh, who was PC before PC was cool, compiled a list of the ten worst rock acts off all time. The Grateful Dead came up on top, while the list included easy targets like Michael Bolton, Pat Boone, Frankie Avalon, and the like. But nine out of the ten acts were still white guys; Linda Ronstadt provided the only female and minority (Hispanic, in her case) presence on Marsh's hit list. White guys also dominated Marsh's worst albums and most boring albums lists.

If you trhought rap sucked, you were prejudiced against blacks. If you didn't like the Go-Go's (well, I liked them!), you were considered prejudiced against women. Not a fan of Puerto Rican club music? You must hate Latinos! You probalby hate gays!

And if you hated Madonna, the princess of PC, you hated all of those racial/ethnic/gender groups. You couldn't hate anything recorded by nonwhite and female performers simply because you didn't like the music - according to the new PC rules you had to be a bigot.

And if your tastes ran more toward seventies guys with guitars, well, you were as bad as Archie Bunker!

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Bay Area thrashers Exodus returned with a fine followup to Fabulous Disaster,
Impact is Imminent. The album wasn't quite the success that Disaster was, as thrash was becoming nearly as saturated on the market as was "hair metal," and thrash bands were almost identical, tirelessly copying Metallica and Slayer. Now Exodus, one of the earliest thrashers whose departure of Kirk Hammett spawned Metallica's rise, was becoming just another speed metal band in the glut of groups signed by major labels.

Only Death Decides

Sinner, cheater, liar
Made your living till the day you retired
Stealing, taking, using, and abusing
Now for all your sins that you are accused of
Cruelty, greed, dishonesty, and hate
Forever locked outside the pearly gates
Begging, praying, pleading, and bleeding
Won't extinguish the fire you're feeling!

They say when you die you go to hell
But when you're dead it's too late to tell you
You're left to rot in your wooden cell
Am I in Heaven, or am I in Hell?
Am I in Heaven, or am I just in Hell?
Only death decides for sure
Don't you know only death decides...
Where you go!

Pain, sadness, fear
Is all you've ever given throughout the years
Thievery, intimidation, and assault
Tools of the trade until death puts a halt
Because you're deceiving, unfeeling, and misleading
The world is final, there's no use in appealing
The culmination and sudden realization
It's all real, no hallucination!

They say when you die you go to hell
But when you're dead it's too late to tell you
You're left to rot on your wooden cell
Am I in Heaven, or am I in Hell?
Am I in Heaven, or am I just in Hell?
Only death decides where you go?
Can't you see what death decides for me?
You'll never know until death decides!
Dealer, pusher, conniver
It's no surprise you fell paralyzed
Felon, loser, and misuser
You're dead broke, a washed-up boozer
Misery, disaster, catastrophy
Exactly how you knew the end would be
Torture, terror, and nightmare
Is what you'll receive when death comes in three's

They say when you die you go to hell
But when you're dead it's too late to tell you!
You're left to rot in your wooden cell
Am I Heaven, or am I in Hell?
Am I Heaven, or am I just in Hell?
Only death decides for sure
Don't you know only death decides for me?
You'll never know until death decides...
Where you go!

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[Steve M.]

In the new PC world, bashing seventies rockers was nothing new at all; such bands had been bashed by rock critics back in the seventies as well. In the nineties, though, more people were listening. And rock critics, sensing a cyclical "seventies craze" on the horizon, tried to stop it because they didn't want to have to listen to "Stairway To Heaven" all over again. :lol:

Now, however, the new PC rules in rock and roll criticism meant attacking some of the most revered white male performers in history. Suddenly, Elvis was under attack for stealing the thunder of black performers. The Beatles were lampooned for making rock too intricate and sentimental, turning it into "pop." The Rolling Stones were suddenly attacked as blues poseurs. And the Bealtes, incindentally, were also attacked for making rock more "progressive" and "psychedelic," and thus allowing rock to get even whiter.

This was getting out of hand. Reminding folks how much seventies groups like Journey sucked was one thing, but to attack the founding fathers of rock was intolerable. Sure, Elvis, the Beatles, and the Stones made a couple of mediocre or bad records every now and then, but now their best work was being given an unforgiving PC treatment! :eek:

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1990 pic:

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Adding to the never-ending glut of black metal bands threatening to scare the polyester off the church brigades was Deicide, a band fronted by one of the most anti-social vocalists in metal, Glen Benton. A self-proclaimed Satanist, Benton wrote some of the most over-the-top screeds professing his animosity and hatred for Christianity and religion in general. He even went to such extremes as burning an upside-down cross into his forehead, and even almost into a physical brawl with members of Christian metal band Tourniquet at a metal festival when he discovered that they were born again. The members of Tourniquet described him as feeling very threatened by religious musicians and prone toward acting in an unprofessional manner, while other self-proclaimed "Satanist" musicians such as King Diamond had no problems with Tourniquet's beliefs at all.

The music of Deicide, however, was pretty much run of the mill, with songs such as "Lunatic of God's Creation", "Sacrificial Suicide," "Carnage in the Temple of the Damned," and "Crucifixation."

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One can tell just by the titles alone that the lyrics must be cheesier than Kraft Macaroni. ohno:

Deicide live:

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And what could be more satanic than an offering from a new band called Ween, whose 1990 albumGodWeenSatan: The Oneness featured such 90-second tunes as "You F:censored:ed Up," "I Gots a Weasel,"
"Mushroom Festival in Hell", "Papa Zit", "Hippy Smell", and "Licking the Palm for Guava." Brothers Geen and Dean Ween were barely out of their teens when they recorded this underrated classic.

[Steve M.]

One of the biggest victims of political correctness was Paul Simon. Despite the success of 1986's Graceland album, many black musicologists and college students - along with some politically arch-liberal rock critics - accused Simon of stealing the music of black South Africans. It was decided by the PC forces that a white Jewish folk-rocker from Queens wasn't qualified to explore other cultures, and that to do so was to exploit and commercialize other people's music. Simon was hurt personally by this criticism, but undeterred musically. South African street music led him to explore Afro-Brazilian music, and he came back in 1990 with The Rhythm of the Saints.

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The Rhythm of the Saints was also well-received, and it contained hits like "The Obvious Child" and "Further To Fly." A heavy drum pattern dominated the former song.

Simon was pleased with his forays into Third World music, and he wisely decided to move into a different direction after this before he became predictable and got stuck in a rut. So, what was next for Paul Simon?

The answer would surprise everyone.

[ABlairican Pie]

What with all the controversy over indecency, vulgarity, and blasphemy going on in rock and roll and pop music, people cried out for a new thing. The heavens heard their pleas, and opened the doors to a new musical entity to lead the masses into a golden age of pop stardom. In 1990, the musical heroes were:

THE NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!!!!!!!

The squeaky-clean tykes which made up this manufactured pop sensation formed by Maurice Starr, the Svengali behind r & b teen group New Edition, featured Donny Wahlberg, Jordan Knight, Jonathan Knight, Joe McKintyre, and Danny Wood." Unfortunately, the teen group which wowed young girls in arenas from coast to coast were not as clean cut as they seemed when Wahlberg was found having started a fire in a motel room possibly to cover up the fact he had underage girls in his pad. :eek:

[size=4]Hangin' Tough

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Listen up everybody if you wanna take a chance
Just get on the floor and do the New Kids' dance
Don't worry 'bout nothing 'cause it won't take long
We're gonna put you in a trance with a funky song, 'cause you gotta be
Hangin' tough, hangin' tough, hangin' tough
Are you tough enough
Hangin' tough, hangin' tough, hangin' tough
We're rough

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Everybody's always talkin' 'bout who's on top
Don't cross our path 'cause you're gonna get stomped
We ain't gonna give anybody any slack
And if you try to keep us down we're gonna come right back
And you know we're
Hangin' tough, hangin' tough, hangin' tough
Are you tough enough
Hangin' tough, hangin' tough, hangin' tough
We're rough

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Get loose everybody 'cause we're gonna do our thing
'Cause you know it ain't over 'till the fat lady sings
(Check it out)

Everybody’s
Hangin’ tough
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Just hangin' tough
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hangin' tough

:banana: :mango

[Steve M.]

What with all the controversy over indecency, vulgarity, and blasphemy going on in rock and roll and pop music, people cried out for a new thing. The heavens heard their pleas, and opened the doors to a new musical entity to lead the masses into a golden age of pop stardom. In 1990, the musical heroes were:

THE NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!!!!!!!

The squeaky-clean tykes which made up this manufactured pop sensation formed by Maurice Starr, the Svengali behind r & b teen group New Edition, featured Donny Wahlberg, Jordan Knight, Jonathan Knight, Joe McKintyre, and Danny Wood.

I actually heard a couple of black people accuse the New Kids on the Block being a white ripoff of New Edition, obviously being unaware of the fact that Maurice Starr was behind both of them - and by the way, Maurice Starr is black!

Comparisons of New Kids on the Block to the Beatles so angered Beatles fans that they took to wearing T-shirts depicting the Beatles in 1963 with the slogan "First Kids On the Block." "New Kids Suck" was the third most popular bumper sticker of 1990, behind "President Quayle?" and "KEEP BUSH ALIVE!" :lol:

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One alumnus of New Edition, Bobby Brown,came out with a hit album, Don't Be Cruel, which featured the major single, "My Perogative." He had also married Whitney Houston, which made people wonder about the match made in hell as Little Miss Churchgoer Whitney fall for
one of the undisputed bad boys of R & B. He developed quite a reputation of being a hell raiser and drug user.

My Perogative.

Everybody's talking all this stuff about me
Why don't they just let me live?
I don't need commission, make my own decisions
That's my prerogative

They say I'm crazy
I really don't care
That's my prerogative
They say I'm nasty
But I don't give a damn
Getting girls is how I live
Some messy questions
Why am I so real?
But they don't undersand me
I really don't know the deal about her brother
Trying hard to make it right
Not long ago
Before I win this fight, sing

Chorus:

Everybody's talking all this stuff about me
Why don't they just let me live?
Tell me why I don't need commission
Make my own decisions
That's my prerogative
It's my prerogative (it's my prerogative)

It's the way that I wanna live (it's my prerogative)
I can do just what I feel (it's my prerogative)
No one can tell me what to do (it's my prerogative)
'Cause what I'm doing I'm doing for you

Don't get me wrong
I'm really not souped
Ego trips is not my thing
All these strange relationships really gets me down
I see nothing wrong in spreading myself around

(chorus)

I can do what I wanna do (it's my prerogative)
I can live my life (it's my prerogative)
And I'm doing it just for you (it's my prerogative)

Tell me, tell me why can't I live my life
Live my life without all of the things
That people say oh

Yo, teddy kick it like this
Oh no no I can do what I wanna do
Me and you together together together together together

(chorus)

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Former Waterboys frontman Karl Wallinger started a spinoff band called World Party, whose critically acclaimed 1990 album of jangly pop alternative tunes, Goodbye Jumbo,featured the hit
"Way Down Now." The album was so named after the plight of vanishing elephants in the world, and calling all listeners to stand against the extinction of the great majestic beasts. :(

Way Down Now

Inside my TV eye
Never stop to wonder why I'm
Way down now
I'm way down now

Some faceless get on the screen
The most honest man I've ever seen
I'm way down now
I'm way down now

Won't you show me something true today
C'mon and show me anything but this

She took us by the hand
Hell was the promised land I'm
Way down now I'm
I'm way down now

I'm lying by the road
Because she cut off all my clothes
I'm way down now
Way down now

Won't you show me something true today
C'mon and show me anything but this


Inside my future eye
What I see just makes me cry
I'm way down now
I'm way down now
The clocks will all run backwards
All the sheep will have two heads
And Thursday night and Friday
Will be on Tuesday night instead
And all lthe times will keep on changing
And the movement will increase
There's something about the living babe
That sends me off my feet
There's breeding in the sewers
And the rats are on their way
They're clouding up the images of perfect day
And I know I'm not alone
And I know I'm not alone
And I know I'm not alone
Anything but this
Can you hear me I said

Inside my TV eye
I never stop to wonder why
I'm way down now
I'm way down now

Then some faceless get comes on my screen
The most honest man I've ever seen
I'm way down now
I'm way down now
Something new! Something true!

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Put the Message in the Box

And if you listen now
You might hear
A new sound coming in
As an old one disappears
See the world in just one grain of sand
You better take a closer look
Don't let it slip right thru your hand
Won't hou please hear the call
The world says

CHORUS
Put the message in the box
Put the box into the car
Drive the car around the world
Until you get heard

Now is the moment
Please understand
The road is wide open
To the heart of every man
A few simple words

So a mule could understand
He don't want tomorrow
If it's just crumbling into sand
Won't please hear the call
She says

CHORUS

Until you get heard

The World says
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
Cos I'm waiting right here with my open arms
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your soul to me
Cos I'm waiting to behold your many charms
Is that love in the air?
She says

CHORUS

Until you get heard
Until you get heard
Until you get heard
Until you get heard

Karl Wallinger:

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Here is the second and last album by Wallinger's former band the Waterboys,
1988's Fisherman's Blues. The traditional sound and violin make it a perfect song to have a Guinness and kick back.

Fisherman's Blues

I wish I was a fisherman
tumblin' on the seas
far away from dry land
and it's bitter memories
castin' out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
no ceiling bearin' down on me
save the starry sky above
with light in my head
with you in my arms...
i wish i was the brakeman
on a hurtlin fevered train
crashin head long into the heartland
like a cannon in the rain
with the feelin of the sleepers
and the burnin of the coal
countin the towns flashin by
and a night that's full of soul
with light in my head
with you in my arms...

And I know I will be loosened
from the bonds that hold me fast
and the chains all around me
will fall away at last
and on that grand and fateful day
I will take thee in my hand
I will ride on a train
I will be the fisherman
With light in my head
You in my arms...

Light in my head
You in my arms...

Light in my head
You...

With light in my head
You in my arms...

:banana: :mango :cheers:

[ABlairican Pie]

Sinead O'Connor returned with her most successful album, 1990's I Do Not Want What I Have Not Got. With "confessional" hits such as "The Emperor's New Clothes" and "Nothing Compares 2 U", written by Prince, it was almost assured that O'Connor would be one of the biggest stars of the 90's. She was seen as honest, talented, cutting edge, and pulling no punches--at first. Soon, in spite of the huge success of the album, her fame was soon eclipsed by her inability to live in the limelight. Strange tales began to revolve
around her stability--she claimed that after meeting Prince, she was sexually accosted by him, a charge he vehemently denied, he had no idea in the world what she was talking about. Was this some publicity move? Soon the shaven-headed "anti-star" was seen as having a gimmick, and fewer people took her seriously. She even backed out of an appearance on Saturday Night Live when she found that bad boy comic Andrew Dice Clay was going to appear, and she, as well as SNL regular Molly Shannon refused to appear on the show, protesting his politically incorrect, vulgar and sexist humor. Clay responded on the show, "She was such a cute bald chick."

Nothing Compares 2 U

It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

It's been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor n'guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said girl u better try to have fun
No matter what you'll do
But he's a fool
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

all the flowers that you planted, mama
In the back yard
All died when you went away
I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard
But I'm willing to give it another try
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

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If the year 1990 wasn't enough for people watching the Irish pop star who shaved her head to protest physical beauty, the next year--and just about every year after that--would be full of suprises. :eek:

The Emperor's New Clothes

It seems like years since you held the baby
While I wrecked the bedroom
You said it was dangerous after Sunday
And I knew you loved me
He thinks I just became famous
And that's what messed me up
But he's wrong
How could I possibly know what I want
When I was only twenty-one?
And there's millions of people
To offer advice and say how I should be
But they're twisted
And they will never be any influence on me
But you will always be
You will always be

If I treated you mean
I really didn't mean to
But you know how it is
And how a pregnancy can change you

I see plenty of clothes that I like
But I won't go anywhere nice for a while
All I want to do is just sit here
And write it all down and rest for a while
I can't bear to be in another city
One where you are not
I would return to nothing without you
If I'm your girlfriend or not

Maybe I was mean
But I really don't think so
You asked if I'm scared
And I said so

Everyone can see what's going on
They laugh `cause they know they're untouchable
Not because what I said was wrong
Whatever it may bring
I will live by my own policies
I will sleep with a clear conscience
I will sleep in peace

Maybe it sounds mean
But I really don't think so
You asked for the truth and I told you

Through their own words
They will be exposed
They've got a severe case of
The emperor's new clothes
The emperor's new clothes
The emperor's new clothes
The emperor's new clothes


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[ABlairican Pie]

Three Babies

Each of these
My three babies
I will carry with me
For myself
I ask no one else will be
Mother to these three
And of course
I'm like a wild horse
But there's no other way I could be
Water and feed
Are not tools that I need
For the thing that I've chosen to be

In my soul
My blood and my bones
I have wrapped your cold bodies around me
The face on you
The smell of you
Will always be with me

Each of these
My three babies
I was not willing to leave
Though I tried
I blasphemed and denied
I know they will be returned to me
Each of these
My babies
Have brought you closer to me
No longer mad like a horse
I'm still wild but not lost
From the thing that I've chosen to be

And it's `cause you've thrilled me
Silenced me
Stilled me
Proved things I never believed
The face on you
The smell of you
Will always be with me

Each of these
My three babies
I will carry with me
For myself
I ask no one else will be
Mother to these three

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And of course, the number one blight on American pop culture in 1990, the man for whom Sinead and Molly Shannon forfeited their Saturday Night Live appearance, was, of course, Andrew Dice Clay. The Diceman, as he was known, would spout out X-rated versions of Mother Goose rhymes and go into graphic detail about dates he (supposedly) had. His humor was unbelievably profane and pandering. Critics and gay rights advocates condemned his homophobic humor, as they did the other shock comic of the time, Sam Kinison. As his star began to rise, Hollywood made a comedy film about him being the coolest detective in town, The Adventures of Ford Fairlane. It flopped miserably. The only thing perhaps redeeming about it was the tune from the soundtrack by Queensryche, "Last Night In Paris."

Last Night In Paris

Last time in Paris was a little strange,
Had time to myself.
Headed out to see the city sights.
Met a little thing on the Champs-Elysees,
Stole my heart away,
You know I never could pronounce her name.
She didn't mind at all.
We were sitting there,
Seemed like hours
Pass the day away,
Till they said we had to pay,
Or do the dishes or something,
I don't know.

Living at the plaza Athenae
Got to rest for the show.
Man at the front desk knew my face.
Said he had a room with a view for two.
But he forgot to say,
Renovation next door starts today.
Can't find another room.
All day long they banged.
Fourteen hours.
Show time on my mind,
And wringing somebody's throat,

Last time in Paris,
Last time in Paris,
Last time in Paris was strange.
Last time in Paris,
Last time in Paris,
Last time in Paris was strange.

Overslept, missed the bus to the show
Had to find my own ride.
Took the metro out to Avingnon.
Man at the backstage, didn't know my name.
Said hey, I'm with the band!
You and everyone today.
What is this guy new?
Fifteen minutes fly,
Someone sees me.
Inside let me go
Hey Geoff, we need photos
Before the show!

[What? You gotta be kidding!]

Last time in Paris,
Last time in Paris,
Last time in Paris was strange.
Last time in Paris,
Last time in Paris,
Last time in Paris was strange.

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Another example of America's "cultural blight" (btw, isn't it strange that I can call Andrew Dice Clay's bathroom humor vulgar and pandering and still find the movie "The Anchorman" hilarious? ;) :lol: ) was the t.v. show, 'Married...With Children.' The show, featuring the exploits of the seriously wacked-out suburban family the Bundys, brought condemnation from
sponsors after only one letter was written by a disgruntled housewife Terry Rakolta who complained to Coca-Cola about Al, Peg, and their braindead
kids Bud the inflatable-doll addict and Kelly, the irrepressible teen slut. The moral guardians were all over the show like flies to a Coke spill, but this did not hamper the show's popularity in the least.

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Kelly!! :eyes:

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More Kelly!!

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Kelly in red! Anyone want to give her a ride? ;) :grineyes:

[Steve M.]

Sinead O'Connor returned with her most successful album, 1990's I Do Not Want What I Have Not Got. With "confessional" hits such as "The Emperor's New Clothes" and "Nothing Compares 2 U", written by Prince, it was almost assured that O'Connor would be one of the biggest stars of the 90's. She was seen as honest, talented, cutting edge, and pulling no punches--at first. Soon, in spite of the huge success of the album, her fame was soon eclipsed by her inability to live in the limelight. Strange tales began to revolve
around her stability--she claimed that after meeting Prince, she was sexually accosted by him, a charge he vehemently denied, he had no idea in the world what she was talking about. Was this some publicity move? Soon the shaven-headed "anti-star" was seen as having a gimmick, and fewer people took her seriously. She even backed out of an appearance on Saturday Night Live when she found that bad boy comic Andrew Dice Clay was going to appear, and she, as well as SNL regular Molly Shannon refused to appear on the show, protesting his politically incorrect, vulgar and sexist humor. Clay responded on the show, "She was such a cute bald chick."

Actually, it was Nora Dunn, not Molly Shannon, who came later. But you were close enough - like Sinead, they're both Irish! :)

Anyway, Sinead herself caused some controversy when she performed at a concert in a New Jersey ampitheater. The venue was run by a public authority, and it was their policy to play the national anthem before every concert. O'Connor refused to have "The Star-Spangled Banner" played before her show, saying that she hated nationalism, she thought national anthems of all nations were stupid, and oh yes, she especially hated ours for glorifying war. Wonder if she's heard the pro-violence French national anthem? :eek:

Sinead was immediately boycotted by radio stations all across New Jersey, as well as by radio stations in New York City and Philadelphia, for dissing our anthem in the runup to war with Iraq to protect Kuwaiti sovreignty (which had nothing to do with our own freedom, but never mind). She survived the onslaught. Two years later, however, she would commit an act of sacrilege on American national television that would end her career!

We'll get to that when we discuss 1992.

[Steve M.]

The late eighties and early nineties were remembered for entertainment production companies that started overnight with the interest of making lots of money, only to fail miserably by putting out bad product. Movie producer Dino DeLaurentiis founded one such company, DEG, that made lots of bad movies - but did make Blue Velvet, so his track record wasn't all bad. The biggest such failure, however, had to be SBK Records.

SBK was a company founded by three music semi-moguls who wanted to capitalize on the the trendy MTV pop of the times. The company seemed to be on the path to success at first; they signed Vanilla Ice, and they had a monster hit with the 1990 debut album of another act, a pop harmony trio that I'll get to in a minute. They also entered the pop diva sweepstakes by signing a singer named Francseca Beghe (pictured below). For tangential legitimacy, Motown great Smokey Robinson was added to the roster. (SBK put out his Double Good Everything album in 1991.)

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The label would eventually go out of business. Francesca Beghe never reached the Olympian heights of Mariah Carey or Whitney Houston. Vanilla Ice would be a trivia question in a very short time. And that pop harmony trio, would break up after their second album tanked.

The trio in question was. . .

[Steve M.]

WILSON PHILLIPS!!

:eek2:

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When I first heard of Wilson Phillips, I thought to myself, "Yeah, I've heard of him - great gospel singer." Actually, I was thinking of Wynton Phipps. Wilson Phillips, of course, was something entirely different.

Wilson Phillips were the daughters of Beach Boy Brian Wilson (Carnie and Wendy) and John and Michelle Phillips (Chynna, the blonde) of the Mamas and the Papas. Unfortunately, while they inherited their parents' charm, they didn't inherit their musical talent. Looking for all the world like Ricki Lake in various stages of weight gain/loss - oh, they were so cute! :barf: - their perky, chipper personas and their bubbly MTV charisma made their overpolished, homogenized, self-titled debut album a big hit among giggling, airheaded teenyboppers of all ages. At a time when California's population was becoming more Hispanic and/or nonwhite at a faster clip than the rest of the nation, Wilson Phillips, with their whitebread, middle-class harmony singing, represented a California that didn't really exist anymore.

That didn't stop their singles "Hold On," "You're In Love," and "Release Me" (not the Englebert Humperdinck song of the same name, but it might as well have been) from being big hits, and it gave them a sense of hubris. "We'd like our music to be around forever," Carnie Wilson declared.

Right. Ironically, their label was fated to disappear in less than three years. So, in fact, were Wilson Phillips. :o

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The band that gave us "Blood and Roses" a few years before, The Smithereens, returned with one of their more popular albums, 11. Their Beatlesque influence could be heard on tracks such as "A Girl Like You", "Yesterday Girl," "Top of the Tops", and "Blues Before and After. Lead singer Pat DiNizio said that he wanted to combine both of their influences in their music, The Beatles and Black Sabbath. One could hear the poppy jangle as well as a bit of the distorted drone.

A Girl Like You

I used to travel in the shadows
And I never found the nerve to try and walk up to you
But now I am a man and I know that there's no time to waste
There's too much to lose
Girl you say anything at all, and you know that you can call
And I'll be right there for you
First love, heartbreak, tough luck, big mistake
What else can you do

CHORUS
I'll say anything you want to hear
I'll see everything through
I'll do anything I have to do
Just to win the love of a girl like you, a girl like you

People talk and people stare, tell them I don't really care
This is the place I should be
And if they think it's really straange for a girl like you
To be in love with someone like me
I wanna tell them all to go to hell
That we're doing very well without them you see
That's just the way it is and they will see
I am yours and you are mine the way it should be

CHORUS

Now if I seem a little wild, there's no holding back
I'm trying to get a message to you
I won't take anything from anyone
I won't walk and I won't run, I believe in you
London, Washington, anywhere you are I'll run
Together we'll be
Inside, outside, got my pride
I won't let him take you from me

CHORUS

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Here is one of their funnest, catchiest songs:

Yesterday Girl

I never think about the future
I just live for today
And if you want an easy answer
I've got nothing to say
So please don't bother talking to me
I'll just disappoint you
Because I'm quite content to sit right here
With nothing to do

CHORUS
Well I'm not the same guy that you used to know
I used to be the guy that had no place to go
But that was yesterday girl, yesterday gi
Yesterday girl, yesterday girl
And you're my yesterday girl, yesterday girl
Yesterday girl, yesterday girl

I never wanna find an answer 'cause
I don't like the truth
And if I find just what I'm looking for
I've something to lose
So please don't go and ask me questions
I just won't feel the same
And when I think about religion
Well, there's no one to blame

CHORUS

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

Smithereens live:

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The follow up to Starfish by The Church, Gold Afternoon Fix, was not at all quite the commercial triumph that its predecessor was, but many fans in America who had finally tuned in to the band's jangle-pop were hardly disappointed.

Metropolis

There’ll never be another quite like you
I’m so involved with everything you do
Don’t say nothing good will ever come of this
Don’t say the damage is worse than it is

Back in metropolis, circuses and elephants
Where the oranges grew
Back in metropolis nothing can ever topple us
When I’m standing with you

You stare down at some crowd from your trapeze
And when you fell they fell down on their knees
And when you broke they scrambled for a piece
And when you spoke I felt their anger freeze

Back in metropolis, circuses and elephants
Where the oranges grew
Back in metropolis nothing can ever topple us
When I’m standing with you
Back in metropolis talk about a holocaust
And then visit the zoo
Back in metropolis the weather is ridiculous
What’s it all leading to
And it’s only a day away
We could leave tonight
You could sleep along the way
Dream in black and white

:guitar: :banana: :mango

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Going back to metal, one of the new young guitar virtuosi was Richie Kotzen,whose second album Fever Dream, on the guitar "shredder" label Shrapnel Records, was a dream come true for guitar players hoping to become the fastest guitar gunslingers in the West. The label, owned by music enterpreneur Mike Varney, had high hopes for their prodigious find, although in the coming years he would find a musical direction few would expect...

The album contained (mostly) instrumental songs such as "She", "Fall of a Leader", "Off the Rails," and "Yvonne." His horror-picture custom Ibanez was great to look at. :cool:

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So dedicated were the throngs of young shredders all over the country that many of them flocked to GIT, or Guitar Institute of Technology, now called
MI or Musicians Institute, where they believed they would become the new Eddie Van Halens of the 90's. Once there, they would develop strict regimens of steady practice, intense music theory, and sit in on classes featuring guitar heroes as George Lynch (who admitted to not being as musically fluent as he was thought of as being) and Mr. Big's Paul Gilbert. Once the classes were completed, one was sure to be a certified guitar hero.

But as musicians such as Jimmy Page and Scott Ian of Anthrax wondered, how
does one go to school to learn how to ROCK AND ROLL?? Could such a thing be TAUGHT?? :confused:

Many who went to the school for merely the purpose of technical shredding were due for a rude awakening. The school offered more than technique. But by the time many flocking to the center of Hollywood went there, it would be much too late...

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On 1990's Eclipse album, Yngwie Malmsteen tried to show he was not all about being elitist and all classical-oriented (even though he had much to prove to others that he wasn't). His latest album was an attempt to sound as every bit as commercial and mainstream as his peers (or was he above them?).

Bedroom Eyes

Come on baby, what's on your mind
You're stumbling in the darkness
Like you're running blind
Hey can't you see we've been fooling around
This same old graveyard
on the same playground
Be my late night movie star
By my nature I can tell who you are
Through all lies it's in your bedroom eyes

There's no innocence
In your bedroom eyes
Baby Baby
Got no self-defense
For your bedroom eyes

Over and over then we do it again
Haven't seen a stop sign since I don't know when
Up and down this lonely street guess I'll see you around
Is there any way to stop this merry go round
Be my late night movie star
By my nature I can tell who you are
Through all lies it's in your bedroom eyes
There's no innocence
In your bedroom eyes

Baby Baby
Got no self-defense
For your bedroom eyes
Over and over then we do it again
Haven't seen a stop sign since I don't know when
Up and down this lonely street guess I'll see you around
Is there any way to stop this merry go round


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Greg Howe was another gifted guitarist who was not only talented but, as a black man, could perhaps draw many comparisons with being a new Hendrix. His self-titled debut on Shrapnel featured songs such as
"Kick It All Over," "The Pepper Shake", and "Land of Ladies."

Here is his instructional video:

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Kelly!! :eyes:
LOL Veronica from Anchorman!

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Sinead O'Connor returned with her most successful album, 1990's I Do Not Want What I Have Not Got. With "confessional" hits such as "The Emperor's New Clothes" and "Nothing Compares 2 U", written by Prince, it was almost assured that O'Connor would be one of the biggest stars of the 90's. She was seen as honest, talented, cutting edge, and pulling no punches--at first. Soon, in spite of the huge success of the album, her fame was soon eclipsed by her inability to live in the limelight. Strange tales began to revolve
around her stability--she claimed that after meeting Prince, she was sexually accosted by him, a charge he vehemently denied, he had no idea in the world what she was talking about. Was this some publicity move? Soon the shaven-headed "anti-star" was seen as having a gimmick, and fewer people took her seriously. She even backed out of an appearance on Saturday Night Live when she found that bad boy comic Andrew Dice Clay was going to appear, and she, as well as SNL regular Molly Shannon refused to appear on the show, protesting his politically incorrect, vulgar and sexist humor. Clay responded on the show, "She was such a cute bald chick."

Nothing Compares 2 U

It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

It's been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor n'guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said girl u better try to have fun
No matter what you'll do
But he's a fool
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

all the flowers that you planted, mama
In the back yard
All died when you went away
I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard
But I'm willing to give it another try
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Molly Shannon wasnt on SNL till 1994, I think it was Nora Dunn who didnt wnat to appear

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LOL Veronica from Anchorman!LOVE that movie!! It is so over the top!! :lol: I got it on DVD.

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LOVE that movie!! It is so over the top!! :lol: I got it on DVD.
I love that movie too!!! Its hilarious

I have it on DVD too!!! Great movie

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Blues Saraceno was another young shredder who applied his amazing technique to the blues, hence his name. His albumNever Look Back featured such songs as "Full Tank," "Jay Walkin'", and a cover of The James Gang's "Funk #49." He was fully in demand by everyone in the industry, even playing guitar with Cher on one tour. His album cover expressed the dream of every hot rod guitarist: Play guitar well, score a pretty chick.

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Stevie Salas Colorcode was a band fronted by another funky hot rod shredder, Stevie Salas, who was lucky enough to open for Joe Satriani on his 1990 tour. Interestingly enough, while Salas was a big name in the industry, he actually became huge overseas. Many musicians would find greater success in Asia and elsewhere than at home in the states. Songs from his self-titled album included "Stand Up!" "Two Bullets and a Gun," and "Baby Walk On."

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With a name like Guy Mann-Dude, you had to expect some serious macho metal shredding. This he did on albums like Sleight of Hand , which featured songs such as "On the Verge," "Shreddin' It", and "Pedal to the Metal." Actually he was adept at other styles he incorporated as well, such as fusion and blues. His label, initially excited to have him on their label, soon dropped him after becoming frustrated with not knowing how to market his music--"it didn't seem to fit any commercial categories." Disgusted with the narrow-mindedness of the record industry, he began to market his albums himself. He, like so many other aspiring musicians, were beginning to learn something about how the industry worked--and how to overcome those obstacles.

Alice Cooper even did a guest cameo on the album.

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With a name like Guy Mann-Dude, you had to expect some serious macho metal shredding. This he did on albums like Sleight of Hand , which featured songs such as "On the Verge," "Shreddin' It", and "Pedal to the Metal." Actually he was adept at other styles he incorporated as well, such as fusion and blues. His label, initially excited to have him on their label, soon dropped him after becoming frustrated with not knowing how to market his music--"it didn't seem to fit any commercial categories." Disgusted with the narrow-mindedness of the record industry, he began to market his albums himself. He, like so many other aspiring musicians, were beginning to learn something about how the industry worked--and how to overcome those obstacles.

Alice Cooper even did a guest cameo on the album.
Guy Mann-Dude What a name! Is there a Girl Woman-Babe I dont know about?

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With heavy metal shredding making a serious peak in popularity, one band, Nitro, proved to many that it was possible to have too much of a good thing. The band that set out to prove they were the "loudest, fastest, highest band around" were so over the top in their performance that serious guitar and metal fans dropped them like a hot curling iron. Vocalist Jim Gillette had a high vocal screech that sent out distress calls from cat kennels everywhere, and guitarist Michael Angelo was laughed at by all shredders who thought he should change his name to Jackson Pollock on Acid. However, the two guys were successful at their speed metal technique and vocal style videos, so they were able to put food on the table. Their 1990 album was O.F.R. or Out F:censored:ing Rageous. In the next couple years, Gillette would marry Lita Ford--right around the time Nitro released "Hot, Wet, and Dripping With Sweat."

Michael Angelo also sported a guitar with four necks! :eek:

[Cactus Jack]

Micheal Angelo? Guitar with four necks? He must be a real (music) artist

;)

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Michael Angelo and his two-necked guitar:

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Michael Angelo and his two-necked guitar:
Whoa!

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In 1990, Madonna starred as villainess Breathless Mahoney in Dick Tracy with Warren Beatty in the title role. She sang 1930's standards in the film. Like last year's Batman, the movie was a great adaptation of the comic book. Madonna proved (briefly) that she could act and sing as well.

But I thought that Breathless Mahoney looked a little more like Veronica Lake? :confused:

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Micheal Angelo? Guitar with four necks? He must be a real (music) artist

;) :nod: :yeahthat

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:nod: :yeahthat
:lol: :D

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:nod: :yeahthat
:lol:

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Madonna in 'Dick Tracy':

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"Breathless" Madonna:

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Warren Beatty as Dick Tracy:

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Unless we can think of anything more about the glorious year that was 1990, it is time to move on to....

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Unless we have more to add about the year that was 1990, it is time we start to look at the monumental year:

1991!!!!!!!!!!

And THIS was one of the most important years in all of rock and roll--as well as in the world!! This was the year of the greatest change in both music and in international affairs, nothing would ever be the same again!

But before we examine what rock and roll was changing to,

we shall take a look at what rock and roll was changing from:

Just about everyone was a big winner that year, some more so than others!

But before we begin, the year started off with some tragic notes.

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The story of rock and roll is littered with many tragic figures who found themselves very ill-equipped to deal with the demands of fame. Steve Clark, the guitarist for Def Leppard, was one of them.

On January 8, at the end of the first week of the new year, Clark was found dead at his London home from an overdose of alcohol. For the past several years, he felt himself unable to deal with his huge success in one of the biggest bands in the world, so he drank excessively to deal with it, while the rest of the band went on a complete healthy regimen. He felt isolated from the rest of the group. He also felt very insecure around fans and criticized his own playing. He was an excellent guitar player, but he did not believe it himself. He even attempted to sabotage his own playing on the Hysteria album to the point that producer Mutt Lang let Phil Collen, who had improved on his own guitar playing, take over for much of the album. Clark had at one time been so severely intoxicated that his blood alcohol content had even exceeded that of John Bonham at the time of the Zeppelin drummer's death.
The coroner's report found that extreme amounts of alcohol had pressed on his brainstem, he had indulged so much. No amount of treatment or counselling could bring him out of his addiction. :crying:

[Steve M.]

Rock writers Jimmy Guterman and Owen O'Donnell stunned the rock world in 1991 with their book The Worst Rock and Roll Records Of All Time.

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Folks who bought this book expected the two New Jersey-bred writers to offer up a list of cheesy disco records, bombastic metal, and teenybopper fluff. There was some of that, but mostly the book dealt with the worst rock from the greatest artists - the Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, and Aretha Franklin - and also offered what the authors called "a revisionist history of rock and roll" that recast rock icons such as Jethro Tull, Yes, Crosby, Stills and Nash, the Doors, and the Moddy Blues as rock's lamest, most insufferable schlockmeisters. It was nothing short of an assault on "classic rock" culture.

Of course, seventies and eighties records dominated their lists of the fifty worst singles and fifty worst albums (because after the record industry got larger in the early seventies, there was more room for junk), and their choices for the four worst rock acts ever were all seventies and eighties acts - Billy Joel was declared the worst rocker ever, with Phil Collins, Duran Duran, and solo Paul McCartney (in that order) in the runner-up slots. (Curiously, Madonna wasn't on any of their lists.)

This book produced some of the most heated debate about whatconstitutes a good or bad rock and roll record - which is exactly what Jimmy Guterman and Owen O'Donnell wanted. :eek:

[Steve M.]

1991 was a curious year, beginning with a war in the Persian Gulf and ending with the peaceful breakup of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. George Bush began the year with high approval ratings due to his foreign policy and ended it with low approval ratings due to his domestic policy. 1991 began with Yugosalvia as one nation and ended with the Yugoslav republics of Slovenia and Croatia as independent nations - with one of them, Slovenia, already ranking ahead of the United States (along with twenty or so other nations) in math scores in its schools. (It was an astonishing achievement for a country that, as Bill Maher put it, had only been an independent nation since Tuesday.) It began with one of the most revered black Americans, Thurgood Marshall, on the Supreme Court, and ended with one of the most reviled black Americans, Clarence Thomas, taking his place.

For rock and roll, there were also surprises in 1991. As of January 1, there hadn't been a rock album atop the Billboard charts since Motley Crue's Dr. Feelgoodin 1989. Unexpectedly, R.E.M.'s Out Of Time would reach number one in '91. But for most of the year, it was all fluff and tinsel. In 1991, the economy had tanked, right-wingers controlled the government, AIDS was a fear, and post-Boomers were graduating from high school and college having to move back in with their parents and considering themselves lucky to get a job at Burger King. With all of this going on, they turned for music for solace. Yet the music they heard was from artificially created pop acts who sang happy-go-lucky infantine pop songs. Still. :mad:

Three guys from Washington state would lead a revolt of rage and anger against the status quo by year's end. ;)

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Rock writers Jimmy Guterman and Owen O'Donnell stunned the rock world in 1991 with their book The Worst Rock and Roll Records Of All Time.

http://www.randysrodeo.com/graphics/books/guterman_worst.jpg

Folks who bought this book expected the two New Jersey-bred writers to offer up a list of cheesy disco records, bombastic metal, and teenybopper fluff. There was some of that, but mostly the book dealt with the worst rock from the greatest artists - the Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, and Aretha Franklin - and also offered what the authors called "a revisionist history of rock and roll" that recast rock icons such as Jethro Tull, Yes, Crosby, Stills and Nash, the Doors, and the Moddy Blues as rock's lamest, most insufferable schlockmeisters. It was nothing short of an assault on "classic rock" culture.

Of course, seventies and eighties records dominated their lists of the fifty worst singles and fifty worst albums (because after the record industry got larger in the early seventies, there was more room for junk), and their choices for the four worst rock acts ever were all seventies and eighties acts - Billy Joel was declared the worst rocker ever, with Phil Collins, Duran Duran, and solo Paul McCartney (in that order) in the runner-up slots. (Curiously, Madonna wasn't on any of their lists.)

This book produced some of the most heated debate about whatconstitutes a good or bad rock and roll record - which is exactly what Jimmy Guterman and Owen O'Donnell wanted. :eek:I read that book, it even included
"The Unforgettable Fire" by U2?? :confused:

And what WAS wrong with "Oh Babe, What You Would Say" by Hurricane Smith?? :confused: Wasn't he one of the production engineers on "Dark Side of the Moon" by Pink Floyd? :lol:

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Steve Clark was only 31 at the time of his death. :(

Mirror Mirror (Look Into My Eyes)

Mirror mirror just watchin' with your eye of glass
You're just a fortune wheel with something that I wanna ask
Mirror mirror got my fate lyin' in your hands
You're the fool, you're the juggler
Hangman and lover, you're not like no other

Take a look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
Take a look into my eyes
Tell me is it true?
Take a look into my eyes
Oh when I look at you
Take a look into my eyes
Tell me is it me?

Is it really me?
Mirror mirror gotta know just what you see
My crystal ball, you're lookin' so sly and so sleazy
Mirror mirror hangin' there with that crack in your eye
You make me stumble, make me blind
Time after time and line by line

Mirror mirror oh tell me

You're the fool, you're the juggler
I ain't met a lover, you're like no other
Take a look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
Take a look into my eyes
Tell me is it true?
Take a look into my eyes
Oh it just can't last
Take a look into my eyes
Gonna have to smash the glass
Take a look into my eyes
Take a look into my eyes
Take a look
Take a look into my eyes
Oh yeah
Take a look into my eyes
Take a look into my eyes
Take a look into my eyes
Take a look into my eyes
Take a look
Take a look into my eyes
Look into my eyes
Take a look into my eyes
Tell me if it's me
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

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Me & My Wine

Oh yeah
C'mon
Oh yeah
Oh, well I'm down in the alley of sally
And I'm feeling my way
And it's four in the morning
I don't have a lot I can say
I know I'm looking for some satisfaction
But there ain't much news
Got some walking from a back reaction
I'm hanging down and loose

Oh me and the boys have been drinking
Feeling like this is the wrong time for thinking
All I can say is
I'm doing fine with just me and my wine

Now my brain and my body are runnin' on different rails
And I died and just say hi what if all else fails
Oh I woke up in a subway station
Lying half dead on the floor
I don't remember anything that happened the night before

Now listen
My hair's a real mess
I feel and look like a joke
And there's a hole in my jeans
I just went right of smokes
You know I'd like to get to know you
But I ain't got the time
I'm tryin' harder and harder
To make this damn thing right
Just me and my wine
Well just me and my wine
You know that I'm doing fine
Well just me and my wine
Ow
Thank you!

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Dipping back into 1990 for a moment, rock lost another great guitarist about one year before the death of Steve Clark: Allen Collins of Lynyrd Skynyrd died on January 23rd, 1990, due to pneumonia. His life was full of devastating tragedies in addition to the loss of his famous bandmates on that horrific day in October 1977. In 1981, after his followup band, the Rossington-Collins band went out on the road for the release of their second album, his wife Kathy died, which devastated him terribly. Then in 1986, a terrible car crash outside of Jacksonville, Florida claimed the life of his girlfriend and left him paralyzed from the waist down as well as partially crippling his arms-- it was a crash caused due to alcohol. He pleaded no contest to DUI manslaughter. Fortunately, he was able to use his experience to warn young people of the dangers of drinking and driving during 1987's Lynyrd Skynyrd Tribute Tour. Sadly, he was not able to participate musically on the tour. His paralyzation enhanced the pneumonia which soon claimed his life three years later.

Collins had a reputation of pursuing on in spite of tragedies. Amazingly enough, so did the surviving members of Skynyrd.

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Another death in 1990 not to be overlooked was the tragic suicide of 60's star
Del Shannon, the man who gave us "Runaway". Not only was his high voice and vocal talents memorable, Dire Straits' Mark Knopfler says that Shannon's great guitar work made him want to pick up a guitar. In the 60's, he had a promising career after the teen idol phase had passed, working with members of the Monkees, but his career took a nosedive as the Psychedelic Era took over and morphed into the inactive 70's for the one-time
teen rocker. In the mid-80's, his career made a brief comeback after movies like "Stand By Me" revived "Runaway"'s popularity. There was even talk of him replacing Roy Orbison, but this never materialized. The motives for his suicide by shotgun on February 8th, 1990, remain undisclosed other than that he was unable to deal with personal problems in his life. It was a sad end to a life on the comeback. :(

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On January 18th, 1991, in a replay of the Who's tragic concert stampede in Cincinnatti in 1979, three fans at an AC/DC show in Salt Lake City were crushed to death when they were trampled by concertgoers rushing the stage. While the band was completely not at fault, members of the group were devastated by the senseless melee. Guitarist Malcolm Young has been so traumatized by the tragedy that to this day he refuses to speak about it.

Regardless, the band had a very successful tour and there were no more horrendous incidents such as this.

:(

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The world held its breath as it waited for Iraq's response to America's ultimatum for Saddam Hussein to withdraw from occupied Kuwait. And as that deadline passed, on January 15, American forces lobbed missiles and firepower into targets in Baghdad. The world was once again at war.

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Oil fields burning 1991:

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Sea birds and other wildlife were devastated by tons of oil dumped into Gulf waters. :(

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A Kuwaiti family watches oil fields set aflame by retreating Iraqi troops.

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In America, in spite of economic problems facing everyone, people finally found a good reason to be cheerful. Homegrown troops were going off overseas to liberate a country oppressed by one of the most brutal dictators of our time: Saddam Hussein. People cheered, many prayed, but most of all,
everyone felt glad. They had something to be proud of. patriot:

As George Herbert Walker Bush said, "We're gonna kick ass!!" :smash:

These decals were shown everywhere, as were flags and shirts:

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But many wondered: Was it really all about Kuwaiti freedom? At a peace march in San Francisco, these Native Americans pondered the question:

[Steve M.]

I read that book, it even included
"The Unforgettable Fire" by U2?? :confused:

And what WAS wrong with "Oh Babe, What You Would Say" by Hurricane Smith?? :confused: Wasn't he one of the production engineers on "Dark Side of the Moon" by Pink Floyd? :lol:


The Unforgettable Fire was number fifty -the best of the worst albums, you might say - on their fifty worst albums list on the grounds that it had been crudely mixed and the songs like "Elvis Presley and America" were literally ad-libbed on the spot.

Norman "Hurricane" Smith was first engineer on the Beatles's first six albums and he produced Pink Floyd's debut. His hit reocrd from 1972 was belittled by Guterman and O'Donnell for its English music-hall hokeyness.

Among other nuggets Guterman and O'Donnell offered that you might remember:

Jethro Tull's Aqualung was lambasted for what the two authors called Ian Anderson's blend of "light-metal theatrics, fifteenth-hand theology, and ill-informed rural nostalgia." Anderson was branded "one of those usually useless perfromers who can amuse us that much more when he attempts at making a Big Statement, sort of like Judd Nelson reading poetry."

The 1973 lineup of Yes, Steve Howe, Jon Anderson, Chris Squire, Rck Wakeman, and Alan White - the progenitors of Tales From Topographic Oceans - were dismissed as "five of the most diffuse personalities (hence, when put together, the most muddled thinkers) ever to try and co-exist in a rock group."

Don McLean "way overstayed his welcome" with an eight-and-half-minute "American Pie," and "no one ever figured out what the heck he was talking about."

"Over ninety percent of everything the Grateful Dead ever recorded," they said in annointing Europe '72 the ninth worst album of all time, "is diffuse, bombastic, self-iindulgent, and emotionally dishonest." As for Europe '72 itself, it documented concert performances that the authors said took far too long to end, and consisted of the following musical arrangement - "solo, solo, solo, solo, solo, solo, solo, solo, puff, snort, solo, solo."

This book might have sparked arguments, but it doubtless failed to win the authors many friends. :eek:

[Steve M.]

Oh yes, the Persian Gulf War.

The Persian Gulf War was the shortest war in American history, lasting only about forty days or so (shorter than the brief Spanish-American War of 1898, which lasted 113 days), and while it saved Kuwaiti sovreignty, the question lingered - if Kuwait's biggest natural resource had been bananas instead of oil, would we have cared? Oh , that's right - we would have! Ask victims of the CIA-backed Guatemalan right-wing coup of 1954, staged to prevent nationalization of American-owned trpoical fruit farms. But I digress.)

Anyway, that remaining question - wasn't it really about oil? - caused many pop stars to oppose the war. Lenny Kravitz and Yoko Ono teamed up to produce a remake of "Give Peace A Chance" with Peter Gabriel, Michael McDonald, and others that added new, more relevant lyrics.

http://www.wettersberg.de./stpehie/lenny_kravitz/lenny004.jpg

http://www.artistsnetwork.org/news11/Ono.jpg

Here's another reason why the war sucked - as a result of the war, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ceremonies were disrupted. :mad:

[Steve M.]

On the other side of the war debate, Americans who realized what was at stake if Iraq were allowed to control Kuwaiti oil - they'd have to turn in their all-American Ford Explorers for those puny, insignifcant German and Japanese golf carts! - started prowar protests with signs bearing awful puns - "FREE Q-8!" - and boom boxes playing awful countrypolitan songs like the awful beer-commercial-influenced patriotic ditty "God Bless the U.S.A.," by Lee Greenwood. Who, of course, is awful.

http://www.thecountrystage.com/bios/assets/assets/lee_greenwood_3.jpg

(Country singer Lee Greenwood, born and raised in the down-home good-ol'-boy town of Sacremento, California - :eek: - whom even Muhammad Ali would admit is even uglier than Sonny Liston! :D )

[Steve M.]

Amidst all of this rancor, a bunch of second-tier and third-tier popsters - including David Cassidy (below), a thirty-fifth-tier popster - recorded a nonpartisan choral song, "Voices That Care," to express their support for the troops while not taking sides on the war itself. Vanilla Ice was in the chorus, but the accompanying video showed him merely standing in the chorus without singing, or even rapping, anything. It was the only time the Ice Man showed a sign of intelligence.

http://www.poster.net/cassidy-david/cassidy-david-photo-david-cassidy-6205846.jpg

The proceeds from "Voices that Care" were meant to support. . . something. I have no idea what. The noncommittal nature of the song, though, managed to anger prowar and antiwar forces alike. Spy magazine smartly derided Voices That Care (which was the name of the group as well as the song) as "We Are the War." :lol:

[Steve M.]

And of course, the Gulf War ended, Kuwait was free, and Americans could go back to their lives.

They were once again free to discuss things like Jimmy Guterman and Owen O'Donnell's assertion that the Doors were one of the worst bands ever, and that Jim Morrison was rock's most overrated performer. Yes, they said that! :eek:

[Steve M.]

Back to 1990 for a sec. . . .

It was in 1990 that Curtis Mayfield, one of the biggest pioneers in soul music, was hit by a falling beam at an outdoor show. The accident left Mayfield paralyzed for the rest of his life - which, sadly, would only be nine years. :(

http://www.netplugged.com/photos/curtis_mayfield.jpg

[ABlairican Pie]

Oh yes, the Persian Gulf War.

The Persian Gulf War was the shortest war in American history, lasting only about forty days or so (shorter than the brief Spanish-American War of 1898, which lasted 113 days), and while it saved Kuwaiti sovreignty, the question lingered - if Kuwait's biggest natural resource had been bananas instead of oil, would we have cared? Oh , that's right - we would have! Ask victims of the CIA-backed Guatemalan right-wing coup of 1954, staged to prevent nationalization of American-owned trpoical fruit farms. But I digress.)

Anyway, that remaining question - wasn't it really about oil? - caused many pop stars to oppose the war. Lenny Kravitz and Yoko Ono teamed up to produce a remake of "Give Peace A Chance" with Peter Gabriel, Michael McDonald, and others that added new, more relevant lyrics.

http://www.wettersberg.de./stpehie/lenny_kravitz/lenny004.jpg

http://www.artistsnetwork.org/news11/Ono.jpg

Here's another reason why the war sucked - as a result of the war, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ceremonies were disrupted. :mad: Kim Gordon of Sonic Youth showed her anti-war colors by wearing an outfit looking like the Iraqi flag in SPIN magazine.

[ABlairican Pie]

To add to the growing list of tragedies early that year, band members of country artist Reba McEntire died in a plane crash outside of San Diego on March 16, 1991. Fortunately she was travelling separately. This was devastating for the well-loved country queen, but she set out to carry on.

Her 1991 album was For My Broken Heart.

[ABlairican Pie]

Eric Clapton, no stranger to tragedy, was greatly unprepared for the unthinkable when on March 20, his son Connor, nearly five years old, died after falling out through a window screen onto the streets of New York from many stories up in their high-rise apartment. Clapton was so severely shaken by this that he recalls his body spasmodically shaking uncontrollably, unable to mentally process the news.

From this horrifying event came one of Clapton's most memorable and best-loved songs of his career.

[ABlairican Pie]

But more than just tragedies, 1991 saw some of the biggest successes of the year for many bands. One of them was the long-awaited followup to Guns N' Roses' Appetite For Destruction debut, their sophomore release which actually came as two separate albums:

USE YOUR ILLUSION I and USE YOUR ILLUSION II.

Why two albums? Simple--the Gunners believed that there most likely would be no more albums after that, considering the way the band's interpersonal relationships were going, so they decided to release as much music as possible. The fans would certainly appreciate that. The album also featured a marked change in both the band's music and members: The band played more ballads on both albums (which Slash detested), and they also brought in a keyboard player by the name of Dizzy Reed who was now a full-time member of the group. The album was also featured former drummer for The Cult Matt Sorum, who had replaced Steven Adler due to his drug addictions. The marked change meant that, for the most part, the band in just a few short years no longer had an "Appetite". Regardless, there were many classic metal moments from both albums.

Right Next Door to Hell

I'll take a nicotine, caffine, sugar fix
Jesus don't ya git tired of turnin' tricks
But when your innocence dies
You'll find the blues
Seems all our heroes were born to lose
Just walkin' through time
You believe this heat
Another empty house another dead end street
Gonna rest my bones an sit for a spell
This side of heaven this close to Hell

Right next door to hell
Why don't you write a letter to me yeah
I said I'm right next door to hell
An so many eyes are on me
Right next door to hell
I got nowhere else to be
Right next door to hell
Feels like the walls are closing in on me

My mamma never really said much to me
She was much too young and scared ta be
Hell 'Freud' might say that's what I need
But all I really ever get is greed
An most my friends they feel the same
Hell we don't even have ourselves to blame
But times are hard and thrills are cheaper
As your arms get shorter
Your pockets get deeper

Right next door to hell
Why don't you write a letter to me yeah
I said I'm right next door to hell
An so many eyes are on me
Right next door to hell
I never thought this is where I'd be
Right next door to hell
Thinkin' time'll stand still for me

F:censored: you
Bitch

Not bad kids just stupid ones
Yeah we thought we'd own the world
An gettin' used was havin' fun
I said we're not sad kids just lucid ones yeah
Flowin' through life not collectin' anyone
So much out there
Still so much to see
Time's too much to handle
Time's too much for me
It drives me up the walls
Drives me out of my mind
Can you tell me what this means...huh?

[ABlairican Pie]

Garden of Eden

It's a critical solution
And the east coast got the blues
It's a mass of confusion
Like the lies they sell to you

You got a glass jawed toothache
Of a mental disease
An they be runnin' round back
See 'em line up on their knees
'Cause the kiss ass sycophants
Throwin' penance at your feet

When they got nowhere to go
Watch 'em come in off the streets
While they're bangin' out front
Inside their slammin' to the cruch
Go on an throw me to the lions
And the whole damn screamin' bunch
'Cause the pissed-off rip-offs
'R' everywhere you turn
Tell me how a generation's
Ever s'posed to learn
This fire is burnin'
and it's out of control
It's not a problem you can stop
It's rock n' roll

I read it on a wall
It went straight to my head
It said 'Dance to the tension
of a world on edge'
We got racial violence
And who'll cast the first stone
And sex is used anyway it can be
Sometimes when I look out
It's hard to see the day
It's a feelin' you can have it
It's not mine to take away

Lost in the garden of Eden
Said we're lost in the garden of Eden
And there's no one's gonna believe this
But we're lost in the garden of Eden
This fire is burnin'
and it's out of control
It's not a problem you can stop
It's rock n' roll
Suck on that

Looking through this point of view
There's no way I'm gonna fit in
Don't ya tell me what my eyes see
Don't ya tell me who to believe in
I ain't superstitious
But I know when somethin's wrong
I've been draggin' my heels
With a bitch called hope
Let the undercurrent drag me along

Lost in the garden of Eden
Said we're lost in the garden of Eden
And there's no one's gonna believe this
But we're lost in the garden of Eden

Most organized religions make
A mockery of humanity
Our governments are dangerous
And out of control
The garden of Eden is just another graveyard
Said if they had someone to buy it
Said I'm sure they'd sell my soul

This fire is burnin'
and it's out of control
It's not a problem you can stop
It's rock n' roll
Lost in the garden of Eden
(An we ain't talkin' about no poison apple or some missin' rib ya hear)
Said we're lost in the garden of Eden
And there's no one's gonna believe this
Said we're lost in the garden of Eden
This fire is burnin'
and it's out of control
It's not a problem you can stop
It's rock n' roll

[Steve M.]

But more than just tragedies, 1991 saw some of the biggest successes of the year for many bands. One of them was the long-awaited followup to Guns N' Roses' Appetite For Destruction debut, their sophomore release which actually came as two separate albums:

USE YOUR ILLUSION I and USE YOUR ILLUSION II.

Why two albums? Simple--the Gunners believed that there most likely would be no more albums after that, considering the way the band's interpersonal relationships were going, so they decided to release as much music as possible. The fans would certainly appreciate that.


Bruce Springsteen would soon realize the value of releasing two albums simultaenously, for by the early nineties he had compiled enough new songs for a double album, yet the songs could be used to produce two different LP's, each with their own separate theme and their own distinctive sound. We'll get to them when we revisit 1992. :)

[ABlairican Pie]

This ballad featured a guest vocalist who would make his own mark in the music world in a few years, a singer by the name of Shannon Hoon.

Don't Cry

Talk to me softly
There's something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside I've
I've been there before
Somethin's changin' inside you
And don't you know

Don't you cry tonight
I still love you baby
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight

Give me a whisper
And give me a sigh
Give me a kiss before you
tell me goodbye
Don't you take it so hard now
And please don't take it so bad
I'll still be thinkin' of you
And the times we had...baby

And don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight

And please remember that I never lied
And please remember
how I felt inside now honey
You gotta make it your own way
But you'll be alright now sugar
You'll feel better tomorrow
Come the morning light now baby

And don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry tonight
Baby maybe someday
Don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry
Tonight


:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Not to be confused with the previous song with the similar title:

The Garden

You know you're all alone
Your friends they aren't at home
Everybody's gone to the garden
As you look into the trees
You can look but you don't see
The flowers seem to tease you at the garden
Everybody's there, but you don't seem to care
What's it with you man, and this
garden

TURNED INTO MY WORST PHOBIA,
A CRAZY MAN'S UTOPIA
IF YOU'RE LOST NO ONE CAN SHOW YA,
BUT IT SURE WAS GLAD TO KNOW YA
ONLY POOR BOYS TAKE A CHANCE,
ON THE GARDEN'S SONG AND DANCE,
FEEL HER FLOWERS AS THEY WRAP AROUND,
BUT ONLY SMART BOYS DO WITHOUT

You can find it all inside
No need to wrestle with your pride
No you ain't losin' your mind
You're just in the garden
They can lead you to yourself
Or you can throw it on the shelf
But you know you can look inside
For the garden

I WASN'T REALLY SCARED
LOST MY VIRGINITY THERE,
TO A GYPSY WITH BLOND HAIR
BUT NOW NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE
LIKE A MOUSE INSIDE A MAZE
WANDERING ROUND 4 DAZE
WITH A SMILE UPON MY FACE,
I NEVER WANNA LEAVE THIS PLACE
ONLY POOR BOYS TAKE A CHANCE,
ON THE GARDEN'S SONG AND DANCE,
FEEL HER FLOWERS AS THEY WRAP AROUND,
BUT ONLY SMART BOYS DO WITHOUT
TURNED INTO MY WORST PHOBIA,
A CRAZY MAN'S UTOPIA
IF YOU'RE LOST NO ONE CAN SHOW YA,
BUT IT SURE WAS GLAD TO KNOW YA
BYE BYE
SO LONG, BYE BYE
IT'S GLAD TO KNOW YA
BYE BYE
BYE BYE
AW...SO LONG


Duff Mckagan:

[ABlairican Pie]

This song became one of their biggest hits, a song so unlike anything they had ever done. It is majestic, touching, and full of power. It will forever remain a classic.

The band added strings to the composition, and Slash's guitar solo at the end is one of his finest moments.

November Rain

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same

'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain

We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain

But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away

If we could take the time
to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain

Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...
on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time...on my
own
Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...
on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain

Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

November Rain live:

[ABlairican Pie]

Here is one of their covers, from Paul McCartney and Wings:

Live and Let Die

When you were young
and your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
you know you did
you know you did
you know you did
But if this ever changin
in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die

What does it matter to ya
When ya got a job to do
Ya got to do it well
You got to give the other fella hell

You used to say live and let live
you know you did
you know you did
you know you did
But if this ever changin
in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Of course you could always count on Axl to give you a piece of his mind:

Don't Damn Me

Don't damn me
When I speak a piece of my mind
'Cause silence isn't golden
When I'm holding it inside
'Cause I've been where I have been
An I've seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper
'Cause it's all a part of me

Be it a song or casual conversation
To hold my tongue speaks
Of quiet reservations
Your words once heard
They can place you in a faction
My words may disturb
But at least there's a reaction

Sometimes I wanna kill
Sometimes I wanna die
Sometimes I wanna destroy
Sometimes I wanna cry
Sometimes I could get even
Sometimes I could give up
Sometimes I could give
Sometimes I never give a f:censored:

It's only for a while
I hope you understand
I never wanted this to happen
Didn't want to be a man
So I hid inside my world
I took what I could find
I cried when I was lonely
I fell down when I was blind

But don't damn me
When I speak a piece of my mind
'Cause silence isn't golden
When I'm holding it inside
'Cause I've been where I have been
An I've seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper
'Cause it's all a part of me

How can I ever satisfy you
An how can I ever make you see
That deep inside we're all somebody
An it don't matter who you wanna be
But now I gotta smile
I hope you comprehend
For this man can say it happened
'Cause this child has been condemned
So I stepped into your world
I kicked you in the mind
An I'm the only witness
To the nature of my crime

But look at what we've done
To the innocent and young
Whoa listen to who's talking
'Cause we're not the only ones
The trash collected by the eyes
And dumped into the brain
Said it tears into our
conscious thoughts
You tell me who's to blame

I know you don't wanna hear me cryin'
An I know you don't wanna hear me deny
That your satisfaction lies in your ILLUSIONS
But your delusions are yours and not mine
We take for granted we know the whole story
We judge a book by its cover
And read what we want
Between selected lines

Don't hail me
An don't idolize the ink
Or I've failed in my intentions
Can you find the missing link
Your only validation is living your own life

Vicarious existence is a f:censored: waste of time
So I send this song to the offended
I said what I meant and I've never pretended
As so many others do intending just to please
If I damned your point of view
Could you turn the other cheek

But don't damn me
When I speak a piece of my mind
'Cause silence isn't golden
When I'm holding it inside
'Cause I've been where I have been
An I've seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper
'Cause it's all a part of me
Don't damn me
I said don't damn me
I said don't hail me
Don't damn me


Axl didn't make too many friends with a Charlie Manson shirt:

[ABlairican Pie]

The second album, Use Your Illusion II, featured another slew of rocking hits from the band including "Civil War," "You Could Be Mine," and another cover, Bob Dylan's "Knocking on Heaven's Door." Fans were looking forward to a huge concert event when the Gunners took these tunes out on the road--and a concert event was what they got, all right. A riot broke out at a show in St. Louis, Missouri, when, during the band's performance of "Rocket Queen," a security guard noticed a fan taking photos, which, according to Axl, was not permitted under any circumstances. He wanted complete control as to how the band's image would be presented, and unauthorized photos were something beyond his control (aside from the fact that cameras were not allowed in concerts in the first place). When security grabbed the camera, Axl warned the crowd that the band would not play if fans took snapshots against his permission. A riot broke out and the band's equipment was either destroyed or stolen in the fracas, as well as lighting rigs and sound systems. The authorities were appalled and outraged at Axl's
provocation of the incident and that he did not continue the show, but he replied that the crowd had brought it on themselves and the band played their
required minimum time limit and did not need to play further.

Soon a Guns N' Roses concert became a liability at many venues; promoters could not guarantee safety of the band, the audiences or the venues before the shows went on sale, and often, a riot or disturbance did occur. But sometimes, even though the band could guarantee to give a dynamite performance, there was a little problem: why was it that the band took so long to even show up? Many complained that when a ticket said "Show at 8:00PM", fans were lucky to even see it at 11:00, at the earliest. What was going on?? :confused: The answer would in fact, lie with Axl.

Of course there were many turbulences in Axl's personal life as well as with his professional life. His marriage to the girl who served as the inspiration for "Sweet Child o' Mine" ended in divorce. And no one wanted to even guess what was going on his relationship with supermodel Stephanie Seymour.

In the lyrics below, for a song used in "Terminator 2" starring *AH-nold*, one could sense an undercurrent of violence that was flowing in his doomed relationships. What was going on with Axl Rose?

You Could Be Mine

I'm a cold heartbreaker
Fit ta burn and I'll rip
your heart in two
An I'll leave you lyin' on the bed
I'll be out the door before ya wake
It's nuthin' new ta you
'Cause I think we've seen that movie too

'Cause you could be mine
But you're way out of line
With your bitch slap rappin'
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin' done
I said you could be mine

Now holidays come and then they go
It's nothin' new today
Collect another memory
When I come home late at night
Don't ask me where I've been
Just count your stars
I'm home again

'Cause you could be mine
But you're way out of line
With your bitch slap rappin'
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin' done
I said you could be mine

You've gone sketchin' too many times
Why don't ya give it a rest
Why
Must you find
Another reason to cry

While you're breakin' down my back n' I been rackin' out my brain
It don't matter how we make it
'Cause it always ends the same
You can push it for more mileage
But your flaps r' wearin' thin
And I could sleep on it 'til mornin'
But this nightmare never ends
Don't forget to call my lawyers
With ridiculous demands
An you can take the pity so far
But it's more than I can stand
'Cause this couchtrip's gettin' older
Tell me how long has it been
'Cause 5 years is forever
An you haven't grown up yet

You could be mine
But you're way out of line
With your bitch slap rappin'
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin' done
I said you could be mine
You should be
You could be mine

Yeah!


:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

This song begins with a quote by Strother Martin in the movie "Cool Hand Luke":

Civil War

'What we've got here is failure to
communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men.' *

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars


D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said 'Peace could last forever'
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land

And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars


'WE PRACTICE SELECTIVE ANNIHILATION OF MAYORS AND GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS
FOR EXAMPLE TO CREATE A VACUUM
THEN WE FILL THAT VACUUM
AS POPULAR WAR ADVANCES
PEACE IS CLOSER' **

I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war

I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway


:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

Izzy:

[ABlairican Pie]

This is a great song, it was played on Z-Rock all the time. Very cool sitar intro:

Pretty Tied Up

The Perils of Rock n' Roll Decadence)

I know this chick she lives down on Melrose
She ain't satisfied without some pain
Friday night is goin' up inside her...again
Well crack the whip
'Cause that bitch is just insane
I'm serious

She's pretty tied up
Hangin' upside down
She's pretty tied up
An you can ride her
She's pretty tied up
Hangin' upside down
I can't tell you she's the right one
Oh no,oh no,oh no
Once there was this rock n' roll band rollin' on the streets
Time went by and it became a joke
We just needed more and more fulfilling- Uh-huh
Time went by and it all went up in smoke
But check it out

She's pretty tied up
Hangin' upside down
She's pretty tied up
An you can ride her
She's pretty tied up
Hangin' upside down
Ohh I can't tell you she's the
right one
Oh no,oh no,oh no
Once you made that money it costs more now
It might cost a lot more than you'd think
I just found a million dollars
That someone forgot
It's days like this that push me o'er the brinks
Cool and stressing
(pronounced:Kool ranch dres'ing)

She's pretty tied up
Hangin' upside down
She's pretty tied up
An you can ride her
She's pretty tied up
Hangin' upside down
And I can't tell you she's the
right one
Oh she's the right one...(etc.)

(But I can tell you a thing or two
'Bout somethin' else
If you really wanna know-Know what
I'm sayin')

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: :whip

Slash live:

[ABlairican Pie]

Yesterday

Yesterday, There was so many things
I was never told
Now that I'm startin' to learn
I feel I'm growing old

'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
Some things could be better
In my book of memories
Prayers in my pocket
And no hand in destiny
I'll keep on movin' along
With no time to plant my feet

'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
Some things could be better
If we'd all just let them be

Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Got nothin' for me

Yesterday, There was so many things
I was never shown
Suddenly this time I found
I'm on the streets and I'm all alone

Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
I ain't got time to reminisce old novelties

Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Yesterday

Yesterday


Dizzy Reed:

[ABlairican Pie]

Knocking On Heaven's Door

Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

'YOU JUST BETTER START SNIFFIN' YOUR OWN RANK SUBJUGATION JACK 'CAUSE IT'S
JUST
YOU AGAINST YOUR TATTERED LIBIDO, THE BANK AND THE MORTICIAN, FOREVER MAN
AND IT
WOULDN'T BE LUCK IF YOU COULD GET OUT OF LIFE ALIVE'

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
(repeated several times)

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

Matt Sorum live at Wembley Stadium:

[ABlairican Pie]

The thing that could be the cause for Axl's control freak tendencies may have had to do very much with the lack of control he felt personally in his own life. Growing up with the shadow of child abuse hanging over him, religious authority, feeling emotionally displaced and edging closer to breakdown and pulling out specters of lingering mental illness--these were danger zones for a rich young rock star. And as he felt pushed into the limelight of the rock and roll dream, it increasingly became a nightmare to be exposed and vulnerable. He sought counsellors to deal with his many personal
demons, but often, his search for stability and security soon led him into the charatanesque world of bogus Hollywood cures of psychic healers, con artists,
spiritual advisors and their ilk. Soon his own personal brands of therapy would spill into concert schedules and regimen: Concerts would begin or end around whatever Axl's astrological charts determined. While the rest of the band indulged in their own brand of vices as booze and cigarettes, it was strange to see Axl be a complete teetotaler and consume mass quantities of tofu burgers, alfalfa sprouts and herb tea. As to the band's lateness for the shows, he replied, "If you knew you were gonna get laid, would it matter?"

Guns N' Roses were at the pinnacle of their popularity. Now that interpersonal differences were put aside from the year before, how long could the good times last?

One song on the album, "Get In the Ring", was a verbal jab at SPIN editor Bob Guccione, Jr. over articles the son of the famed Penthouse publisher had posted over the band's idiosyncratic lifestyles. Clearly Axl was having a clear hate affair with rock journalists. :boxing:

The band must have had it pretty good though, dating, marrying, and divorcing supermodels. But with Axl's fluctuating temperaments, his love life would have them in and out the door in fifteen seconds.

Estranged

When you're talkin to yourself
And nobody's home
You can fool yourself
You came in this world alone
(Alone)

So nobody ever told you baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to you baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see
ONE, TWO

Old at heart but I'm only 28
And I'm much too young
To let love break my heart
Young at heart but it's getting much too late
To find ourselves so far apart

I don't know how you're s'posed
To find me lately
An what more could tou ask from me
How could you say that I never needed you
When you took everything
Said you took everything from me

Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait
When no one I know can seem to help me now
Old at heart but I musn't hesitate
If I'm to find my own way out

Still talkin' to myself
and nobody's home
(Alone)

So nobody ever told us baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to us baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see

When I find out all the reasons
Maybe I'll find another way
Find another day
With all the changing seasons of my life
Maybe I'll get it right next time
An now that you've been broken down
Got your head out of the clouds
You're back down on the ground
And you don't talk so loud
An you don't walk so proud
Any more, and what for

Well I jumped into the river
Too many times to make it home
I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone
If it doesn't show give it time
To read between the lines
'Cause I see the storm getting closer
And the waves they get so high
Seems everything We've ever known's here
Why must it drift away and die

I'll never find anyone to replace you
Guess I'll have to make it thru, this time- Oh this time
Without you

I knew the storm was getting closer
And all my friends said I was high
But everything we've ever known's here
I never wanted it to die

Axl and Elton John live:

[ABlairican Pie]

Another long awaited album was the second release by a "younger" version of Guns N' Roses, Skid Row and their album Slave to the Grind. Not only had the band opened up for G N' R, as did Soundgarden, but the band caused their own riotous brand of controversy as well.

Slave to the Grind

You got me forced to crack
my lids in two
I'm still stuck inside this rubber room
I gotta punch the clock that
leads the blind
I'm just another gear in the assembly
line - oh no

The noose gets tighter around
my throat
But I ain't at the end of my rope 'cause
I won't be the one left behind
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind

Get it?

A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun ain't even close
There's no need to waste
your prayers on me
You better mark my words
'cause I'm history
Yes indeed

You might beg for mercy to get by
But I'd rather tear this thorn
from my side

I won't be the one left behind
You can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind

They swallowed thier daggers by
turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide

They swallowed thier daggers by
turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide

I won't be the one left behind

You can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
You can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind

I said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Oddly enough, it soon came clear that lead singer Sebastian Bach was becoming the center of attention, much of it unwelcome, in Skid Row. Guitarist Snake Szabo was disgusted and humiliated when Bach advertised his ignorance and hatefulness by wearing a shirt onstage and in public with the message "AIDS Kills F:censored:s Dead". His homophobic rants and images would constantly be a source of embarrassment to the band. It was the lowest point in the band's career, according to Szabo.

Another incident, involving Bach leaping offstage and attacking a troublemaking concertgoer, was caught on video. It seemed as if Bach was attempting to become Axl #2, if not even more so. The band was facing threats of cancellations if Bach's antics did not stop.

But the ultimate insult came when the band became Rolling Stone magazine's cover story for their September 19, 1991 issue--but only their resident bad boy Sebastian Bach was featured on the front. Where was the rest of the band for the cover?? Automatically, Bach became the "face" of the band who just wanted to rock and roll and have a good time. Why did their lead singer want to create such derision and ruin things for everyone else?

Here is the first hit single from the album. Notice the ambiguous "double-negatives grammer" in the chorus. Is this intentional?

Monkey Business

Outside my window there's a
Whole lot of trouble comin'
The cartoon killers and the
Rag cover clones
Stack heels kickin' rhythm
Of social circumcision
Can't close the closet on
Shoe box full of bones

Kangaroo lady with her bourbon
in a pouch
Can't afford the rental on
a bamboo couch
Collecting back her favors 'cause her
well is running dry
I know her act is terminal,
But she ain't gonna die

Slim intoxicado drinkin' dime
store hooch
Is always in a circle with his
part-time pooch
Little creepy's playing dollies in the
New York rain
Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife
Ooh the pain

I ain't seen the sun since I don't
know when
The freaks come out at nine
And it's twenty to ten
What's this funk
That you call junk
To me it's just monkey business

Blind man in the vox that will
probably die
The village kids laugh as they walk by
A psycho is on the edge of this human
garbage dump
And the vultures in the sewers
are telling
Him to jump

Into the fire from the frying pan
Tripping on his tounge
For a cool place to stand
Where's this shade
That you've got it made
To me it's just monkey business

Monkey business
Slippin' on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain't your business if I got
No monkey on my back

Monkey business
Slippin' on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ain't your business
If I got
Monkey's on my back

The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls
Dressed to the society
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis
Can't get you by that monkey

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Skid Row wanted to have the bad boy image, but it was another thing to be one.

Here is one of the greatest songs on the album. This song should have been an instant classic, it rocks hard. It's got a lot of attitude, swagger and spit:

The Threat

I've been convicted with and
without reason
Tarred and feathered like a piper on
a killing spree
And felt the anger of generations
And been the target of the cheap shots
of authority

So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you
should realize
It's gonna take more than a break
in the law
To make me smile pretty for the
wreckin' ball

Won't beg, won't bleed
The end of sacrifice is a threat
to society
Hard line, you'll see
Once you've made a mark, you've
made a threat to society

I wasn't put here to be treated
Like some disease you hoped would go
away if left alone
You can sweep me under the carpet
But, I'll still infect your need to use me
as a steppin' stone

So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you
should realize
It's gonna take more than a break
in the law
To make me smile pretty for the
wreckin' ball

Won't beg, won't bleed
The end of sacrifice is a threat
to society
Hard line, you'll see
Once you've made a mark, you've
made a threat to society

So you think you cut me down to size
Well there's something you
should realize
It's gonna take more than a break
in the law
To make me smile pretty for the
wreckin' ball

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

LOVE THIS SONG!!

Scotti Hill and Snake Szabo giving the metal-horns salute: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Psycho Love

Check out Clementine
Cleanin' needles in her wine
Face down in her one-eyed world
With her brain-dead valentine

She'll be your zombie, your livin' dead
Her sweet corruption
It's gonna make you, gonna break you
Ohh yeah, she said...

Haunt my house of pain
And feel my psycho love
We'll shine and pray for rain
To heal my psycho love

Legs at ten and two
Chain her down that's what you do
King Tut and snake-eyed slut
In the pink but screamin' blue

I'll taste your crazy, you smell insane
I'm just another ghost
Inside your spirits hall of fame

Haunt my house of pain
And feel my psycho love
We'll shine and pray for rain
To heal my psycho love

As the warm smooth soul
Chases through the cold silence
of a body
A body of touch not feel
One question is she a stone in the
devil's garden
Or a speck in an angels dust
Ashes to ashes
And lust to lust

She'll teach you true love
Watchin' you turn blue love
She'll wrap you in a chokehold
And suck your symptom dry

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Quicksand Jesus

She caught the melting sky
It burned but still the winter passes
by and by
To the other side

A slow parade of wind
That blows through threes
That wilted with the season's children
Are we saved by the words
of bastard saints
Do we live in fear or faith
Tell me now who's behind the rain

A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms of ?for real? are
crumbling from embrace
But still we chase..the shadows
of belief
And new religion clouds our visions of
the roots of our souls

Are we ashamed of our own fate
Or play the fool for our own sake
Tell me who's behind the rain

What do we need where do we go
When we get where we don't know
Why should we doubt the virgin white
of fallen snow
When faith's our shelter from the cold

Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away
without you
Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away
without you
Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away
without you

Quicksand Jesus I need you
Quicksand Jesus I belive you
Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away

Bassist Rachel Bolan:

[ABlairican Pie]

Beggar's Day

Suzi got an Uzi what a beautiful bride
That's where the trouble began
Will there be any objection or a bloody resurrection'
It's only up to Suzanne
A load of ammunition in her hand

[CHORUS]

She had 'em laughin' in the aisles
Venus Dee in the critical file
She wasn't there to pray
The killing joke had 'em laughin' all the way

All the way, all the way to beggar's day
She vowed to take 'em any way she can
All the way, all the way to beggar's day
Her jealous claim to fame has come
Now, all you beggars pay

Adam's in the chapel and he's swallowing his apple
Wearing out his ball and chain
But things were gettin' shady when the honorable maidy
Broke out the forty caliber rain
No no no no no no no no

[CHORUS]

[ABlairican Pie]

Livin' On a Chain Gang

Turn on the TV, 'cause I got nowhere
to go
Seems that there's a little trouble down
in Mexico
A 13-year-old boy robs a store
so he can eat
And they got him doing time while
killers walk the streets

A hungry politician is the wolf that's
at the door
Hell-bent on submission and feedin'
on the poor
We could stare into the sun if we would
open up our eyes
But we paint ourselves into a corner
colored in white lies

Busted on a rockpile - getting
dusted in the heat
Shackled to the system - and
draggin' my feet

I'm riding on a breakdown - another
whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
shakedown
Feels like I'm on a chain gang

A con man's intuition can wash
your sins away
Send your contribution and he'll save
your soul today
What can he know, has he been
through hell and back
He takes the cash and drives it home in
a brand new Cadillac

Spitting at the guard dog, burning
in his wicked deal
Screamin' down the railroad with
no one at the wheel

I'm riding on a breakdown - another
whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
shakedown
Feels like I'm on a chain gang

Faith healin', superstition
Cold-blooded criminal mind
Getting off on high position
Hey brother can you spare a dime
To get me off this slaughter line

I'm riding on a breakdown - another
whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
shakedown
Feels like I'm on a chain gang

I'm riding on a breakdown - another
whiteknuckled shakedown
Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang
I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal
shakedown
Feels like I'm on a chain gang

[ABlairican Pie]

Riot Act

I never wanted to be President
'Cause it's nothin' but an
ego trip, yeah
I didn't want your education
'Cause it's notin' but a pile of ****

You bore me to death, so shut up
for God's sake

Stop readin' me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it's raining, but you're pissin'
down my back
So stop readin' me the riot act

I couldn't listen to a word you said
This goin' nowhere thing
is wearin' thin
When your sex, your drugs, and
your valid vic'
Is just the spit I wipe off my chin

I'd rather go nowhere than not know
where it's at

Stop readin' me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it's raining, but you're pissin'
down my back
So stop readin' me the riot act

I never wanted to be President
'Cause it's nothin' but an
ego trip, yeah
I didn't want your education
'Cause it's notin' but a pile of ****

You bore me to death, so shut up
for God's sake

Stop readin' me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it's raining, but you're pissin'
down my back
So stop readin' me the riot act

Stop readin' me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it's raining, but you're pissin'
down my back
So stop readin' me the riot act

The riot act

Bassist Rachel Bolan:

[ABlairican Pie]

Mudkicker

We stand accused but you lie
Varicose-veined finger
Prejudiced evil mind
The young get stronger
Free living fast
But you're a sapsucker
You ain't gonna last

Your twisted mouths feed the
minds of babes
Taught from birth it's crime that pays
One man's fortune is anoter
man's pain
But that's how you play the game

I ain't the child of your disgrace
You're mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Ha! here's mud in your eyes

Ladies and gentlemen and members
of the jury
All rise, 'cause here comes the boss
He's your big brother the silver
tongue's doublecross
His collar starched white, big black
briefcase held tight
It holds the power to your demise

The corporation blue sedan
Behind the wheel Mr. Business-man
He thinks he's got the upper hand
But he misunderstands

I ain't the child of your disgrace
You're mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick

I ain't the child of your disgrace
Quit mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Wow! here's mud in your eyes

Your prestige is clear as day
But I can scrape the sewer bilge and
see the same
The young get stronger, free living fast
But you're a sapsucker you ain't
gonna last

I ain't the child of your disgrace
You're mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick

I ain't the child of your disgrace
Quit mudkickin' into my face
I've healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick

Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kickin' me all around
Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down

Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down
Mudkicker kickin' me all around
Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down

Mudkicker kick - I don't f:censored:
around, no

Drummer Rob Affusio:

[ABlairican Pie]

This was one balladesque hit that was popular on MTV:

Wasted Time

You and I together in our lives
Sacred ties would never fray
Then why can't I let myself tell lies
And watch you die every day

I think back to the times
When dreams were what mattered
Tough talking youth naivete

You said you never let me down
But the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted time
Can you look at yourself
When you think of what
You left behind

Is it all just wasted time
Can you live with yourself
When you think of what
You left behind

Paranoid delusions they haunt you
Where's my friend I used to know
He's all alone
He's buried deep within a carcass
Searching for a soul

Can you feel me inside your heart
As it's bleeding
Why can't you belive you
can't be loved

I hear you scream in agony
And the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted time
Can you look at yourself
When you think of what
You left behind

Is it all just wasted time
Can you live with yourself
When you think of what
You left behind

You said you never let me down
But the horse stampedes and rages
In the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted time
Can you look at yourself
When you think of what
You left behind

Is it all just wasted time
Can you live with yourself
When you think of what
You left behind

The sun will rise again
The earth will turn to sand
Creation's colors seem to fade to grey
And you'll see the sickly hands of time
Will write your final rhyme
And end a memory

I never thought you'd let it get
this far, boy

[ABlairican Pie]

In 1991, after Ozzy's personal woes involving marital discord, drugs, and the like had been sorted out, he released one of his most memorable albums, No More Tears. The album reminesced about the past turbulent years and his struggle to overcome his personal demons. It was a rare revelation from the master of metal, and it also featured a number of surprises such as Zakk Wylde's "country-metal" classic, "Mama, I'm Coming Home." Ozzy, never a big fan of country, was appalled that after an intense rocking show, Zakk would hunker down later and chill out to the "less-than-rocking" sounds of The Eagles, Travis Tritt, Ricky Skaggs, and others. But soon Ozzy gave Zakk the green light to introduce some countryfied picking that would become one of his biggest songs. The other songs featured raging guitar work as well.

The video to this song borrowed many images of paintings by surrealist artist Salvador Dali:

No More Tears

The light in the window is a crack in the sky
A stairway to darkness in the blink of an eye
A levee of tears to learn she'll never be coming back
The man in the dark will bring another attack
Your momma told you that you're not supposed to talk to strangers
Look in the mirror tell me do you think your life's in danger here yeah
No more tears

Another day passes as the night closes in
The red light goes on to say it's time to begin
I see the man around the corner waiting, does to see me?
I close my eyes and wait to hear the sound of someone screaming here
No more tears

"It's just a hand in the bush."

So now that it's over can't we just say good-bye?
I'd like to move an and make the most of the night
Maybe a kiss before I leave you this way
Your lips are so cold I don't know what else to say
I never wanted it to end this way my love my darling
Believe me when I say to you in love I think I'm falling here
No more tears

"It's just a hand in the bush...In the bush...In the bush...."

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

This next song is one of his best, and most rocking. One also notices the undercurrent of Ozzy's curiosity with violence and criminal activity on the album. Who are these people who stalk the innocent? Why are people so disturbed?

The bass is also excellent on this song, as well as Zakk's guitar work:

Mr. Tinkertrain

Would you like some sweeties little girl?
Come a little closer
I'm gonna show you a brand new world tonight
I've got a palace full of fantasy
Ready made just for you and me
Once you're there I'm gonna take you for a ride
I got a one way ticket
To take you to the other side
I got a one way ticket
So come along and don't be shy

They call Mr. Tinker Train
That's how I got to get my name
They call me Mr. Tinker Train
So come along and play my game
You'll never be the same

Close the curtains and turn out the lights
Beneath my wing it's gonna be alright
A little secret just for you and me
I've got the kind of toys you've never seen
Manmade and a bit obscene
Little angel come and sit upon my knee

Mr. Tinker Train
Nevr be the same
Mr. Tinker Train ...................
Can you say Mr. Tinker Train? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! :crazy:

No use crying 'cause you can't go back
Now you're here to stay
You can't run, you can't hide
You can't tell me what I feel inside
Mr. Tinker Train
What's how I go to get my name
They call me Mr. Tinker Train
So come along and play my game
That's why they call me Mr. Tinker Train

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

Zakk live:

[ABlairican Pie]

That year Ozzy also released a video biography, 'Don't Blame Me.' The video featured interviews with Ozzy, Lemmy Kilmister of Motorhead, Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, Motley Crue, Metallica, and Bill Ward, his longtime friend formerly in Black Sabbath. Ozzy cringes when having to confront the "dove" incident--and it must be also noted here that a correction is to be made concerning Sharon's response to the event which happened at a CBS record party : She did not scream in horror as was previously stated. In actuality a female member of the CBS party screamed, while Sharon's response was much more profound--she says that she laughed so hard that she peed a giant puddle on the floor!! :rotflmao:

At other points in the video, Ozzy is unwilling to face other incidents that are
for him personally embarrassing, things for which he feels deeply ashamed, but all done while he was bingeing on drugs and alcohol. The title however, comes from the ongoing spate of lawsuits enacted by angry parents who claimed his songs such as "Suicide Solution" had "induced" their children to commit suicide. Judges instead ruled in Ozzy's favor. It was not easy being the target of other's lightning bolts, so this became Ozzy's video statement:
Don't blame me for your own problems! He was just a singer who commanded a huge audience, but, as he insisted, parents and others must take accountability for their own actions and failures. Ozzy himself did in his own life.

This next song is co-written with Lemmy of Motorhead:

I Don't Want to Change the World

Standing at the crossroads, world spinning round and round
Know which way I'm going, you can't bring me down
Don't you try and teach me no original sin
I don't need your pity for the shape I'm in
I Don't Wanna Change The World
I don't want the world to change me
I Don't Wanna Chaneg The World
I don't want the world to change me

Tell me I'm a sinner I got news for you
I spoke to God this morning and he don't like you
You telling all the people the original sin
He says he knows you better that you'll ever know him

You know it ain't easy
You know it ain't fair
So don't try to please me
Because I really don't care
Don't tell me stories 'cause yesterday's glories
Have gone away, so far away
I've heard it said there's a light up ahead
Lord I hope and pray I'm here to stay

Tell me I'm a sinner I got news for you
I spoke to God this morning and he don't like you
Don't you try and teach me no original sin
I don't need your pity for the shape I'm in

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[Steve M.]

It was around this time that Steve Winwood released his sixth solo album, Refugees Of the Heart.

http://www.secondsounds.com/graphics/refugees_of_the_heart.jpg

The orange sherbet color of the sleeve was cool, but that was the only thing memorable about it.

After Back In the High Life was a monster hit, Richard Branson's Virgin Records lured Winwood away from Island with a big contract. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but almost immediately after the ink on the contract dried, Winwood's music grew stale. Roll With It, though a hit, was mainly a rehash of Back In the High Life; Refugees of the Heart was even more so. The public quickly tired of Winwood's rut, and this LP was not a success. Winwood, the man who once wrote "Sometimes I Feel So Uninspired," would not make another solo album for seven years. :(

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One could guess that his hit song from the album was about Sharon and their personal turmoils together:

Mama, I'm Coming Home

Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come but I ain't the same
Mama, I'm comin home
Times go bye, seems to be
You could have been a better friend to me
Mama, I'm comin home

You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes

You made me cry, you told me lies
But I can't stand to say goodbye
Mama, I'm comin home
I could be right, I could be wrong
It hurts so bad it's been so long
Mama, I'm comin home

Selfish love yeah we're both alone
The ride before the fall
But I'm gonna take this heart of stone
I just got to have it all

I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause mama, mama, I'm comin home
I'm comin home

You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized
Lost and found an turned around
By the fire in your eyes

I've seen your face a thousand times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause mama, mama, I'm comin home
I'm comin home
I'm comin home

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

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This next song, a little softer than most, featured Ozzy reminescing about the long, twisted path he had taken all the way from Birmingham to Beverly Hills. And yet, he said that he would do it all again. There was both a weariness and sense of closure about the Ozzman. He seemed to come home from a long, arduous journey from which few had ever made it back.

In the video, he is shown watching old clips of himself in his Black Sabbath days. How long ago it really seemed.

Road to Nowhere

I was looking back on my life
And all the things I've done to me
I'm still looking for the answers
I'm still searching for the key

Chorus:
The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me
It just won't leave me alone
I still find it all a mystery
Could it be a dream?

The road to nowhere leads to me

Through all the happiness and sorrow
I guess I'd do it all again
Live for today and not tomorrow
It's still the road that never ends

Chorus

The road to nowhere leads to me

Ah ah
The road to nowhere's gonna pass me by
Ah ah
I hope we never have to say goodbye
I never want to live without you

Chorus

The road to nowhere leads to me
The road to nowhere leads to me
The road to nowhere leads to me
The road to nowhere leads to me
The road to nowhere leads to me
The road to nowhere leads to me
The road to nowhere leads to me

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

It was apparent that Ozzy was entering his John Lennon-househusband stage, as evidenced by the photo below:

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Time After Time


Time after time
I guess that love is blind
I couldn't read your mind
Line after line
Line after line
It was written in your eyes
I guess it's no surprise
Time after time
I can hear them whispering
Shadows in the rain
Thinking how it might have been
Time after time
Line after line, you broke me
Day after day
I watched love fade away
I wanted love to stay
Day after day
The games we play
The foolish things we say
The pain won't go away
Day after day
Candlelight are shimmering
Shadows on the wall
Thinking how it might have been

[Cactus Jack]

This next song, a little softer than most, featured Ozzy reminescing about the long, twisted path he had taken all the way from Birmingham to Beverly Hills. And yet, he said that he would do it all again. There was both a weariness and sense of closure about the Ozzman. He seemed to come home from a long, arduous journey from which few had ever made it back.

In the video, he is shown watching old clips of himself in his Black Sabbath days. How long ago it really seemed.

Road to Nowhere

I was looking back on my life
And all the things I've done to me
I'm still looking for the answers
I'm still searching for the key

Chorus:
The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me
It just won't leave me alone
I still find it all a mystery
Could it be a dream?

The road to nowhere leads to me

Through all the happiness and sorrow
I guess I'd do it all again
Live for today and not tomorrow
It's still the road that never ends

Chorus

The road to nowhere leads to me

Ah ah
The road to nowhere's gonna pass me by
Ah ah
I hope we never have to say goodbye
I never want to live without you

Chorus

The road to nowhere leads to me
The road to nowhere leads to me
The road to nowhere leads to me
The road to nowhere leads to me
The road to nowhere leads to me
The road to nowhere leads to me
The road to nowhere leads to me

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

It was apparent that Ozzy was entering his John Lennon-househusband stage, as evidenced by the photo below:

Niice pic of Ozzy...or is that Sharon? ;) jk LOL

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In 1991, Poison released a double-live album which both represented the pinaccle and nadir of their career, Swallow This Live. On the one hand, Poison were one of the biggest touring acts with spectacular stage performances each night, while personally, guitarist C.C. DeVille was engaging
in a horrific habit of freebasing cocaine, nearly setting himself on fire when he fell asleep with the flame still burning! :eek: But what really led to his ultimate exit from the band was something quite different from his drug use, as was originally reported. At the MTV Video Music Awards show, C.C. decided to make a grand entrance with a wild look, in the way Cher or other entertainers were known to do at awards shows: He came in with totally flaming pink hair--which thoroughly disgusted his bandmates! For all their wanting to be taken seriously, Bret Michaels and the others complained that "he comes in here looking like f:censored:ing Bozo the clown!"
Obviously the band that wanted to have everyone looking at what the cat dragged in on their first album had little time for hilarity.

And speaking of hilarity, many guitar fans found C.C.'s extended guitar solo on the album rather laughable--it was considered to be the worst display of
"virtuosity" on an live album. ohno:

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Niice pic of Ozzy...or is that Sharon? ;) jk LOLJust Ozzy getting in touch with his feminine side. :lol:

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Van Halen's third album with Sammy Hagar was the provocatively titled For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge, which was a salacious little acronym if one went by the initials. Sammy was further esconsed in the band, leaving Diamond Dave far behind. Concerts were huge arena events, and the band was always a sight to see live. The album featured hits such as "Runaround",
"Pound Cake," "Standing on Top of the World," and "Right Now", which would be used as a jingle in one of the crappiest products ever made-- Pepsi Clear. :barf:

Runaround

Oh...
Oh...
That's right...
She don't like it when it's cut right
And don't like me makin future plans
And don't want me tryin' to live it down
She ain't about to give an inch of ground, no..
Well she can take me for is a little ride
Just as long as she drives me home
Around the block, maybe once or twice,
And then some lovin, wouldn't that be nice, yeah!
I want what i wanted
Oh, what a fool believes
I got 'er in my sights, but
Just out of reach.. oh-oh
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
Run-run-runaround, yeah! (round, round, round, round)
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
She's given me the runaround, yeah, ow! (round, round, round, round)
I just love 'er keepin' me hanging on,
She knows exactly what i need
And right down to the knick of time,
I'm chasin love down a fine, fine line, ow!
I want what i wanted
Oh, what a fool believes
I got 'er in my sight, but
Just out of reach, oh-oh
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
Run-run-runaround, yeah! (round, round, round, round)
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
She's given me the runaround, oh, ow! (round, round, round, round)
(solo)
Yeah, hey, yeah!!
Ooh, yeah....
Ooh, ahhh, goes like this
Listen baby... ooh, ow, ow, uhh....
Oh, man it's hard enough, yeah..
And you make it harder..
Fill me up and then i'm satisfied, own me
She owns the time.
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
Run-run-runaround, yeah! (round, round, round, round)
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
She's given me the runaround, oh, ow! (round, round, round, round)
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
Run-run-runaround, yeah! (round, round, round, round)
Here we go around, (round, round, round)
She's given me the runaround, oh, ow! (round, round, round, round)
Oh!
Whoa, yeah around,
Oh, i like it
Ow, i like it
Uh, i like it
Yes, i'm gonna like it
Babe, i said i like it
Uh, i said i like it
Uh, i like it

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

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Not only had Eddie become the master guitar player, he had also become a master guitar designer as well. He had graduated from his beat-up Kramer "Frankenstein" models to Ernie Ball Music Man guitars who released his own professional creations as the one seen below.

What is Sammy REALLY singing about in this song? Not really about quickbread desserts? ;)

Pound Cake

Poundcake
Yeah, she's gotta have a soul,
Or it won't feel right,
We're just playin, clean and simple
Wrapped up, nice and tight
In a home-grown, and down home,
That makes a woman
Cookin' up that old time long lost recipe, for me
It's gettin' hard to find
Guess it ain't hip enough now
You take an average guy
Who can't identify
And there's a short supply
Of the fine, fine stuff,
Lemme get on, lemme get on, lemme get on some of that
Shake it up, pick it out nice,
Lemme get on, lemme get on, lemme get on outta there,
I still love my baby's poundcake
Home grown, and down home,
Yeah, that's the woman,
Still cookin up an old time, long lost recipe
Lemme get on some of that,
Uh ha, uh ha, ho
Uh ha, uh ha, ho, yeah
I want some of that
Uh ha, uh ha, ho
Gimme some of that, uh ha, uh ha, ha...ow!
Oh, got some real fine, poundcake..
I've been out there,
Tried a little bit of everything
Its all sex without love
I felt the real thing is poundcake
Home grown, and down home,
Yeah, that's the woman,
Still cookin with that old time, long lost recipe, yeah, whew!
She's down home and down home,
Oh, that's my woman,
Gimme some of that,
Uh ha, uh ha, ho
Uh ha, uh ha, ho,
Lemme hold that
Uh ha, uh ha, ho
Uh, uh ha, uh ha ho, yeah
Home grown, and down home, whew!
C'mon, babe,
Gimme some of that
Gimme some of that
Home grown, way down home, yeah!
Uh ha, uh ha, ho, yeah
Gimme some of that, whew!
C'mon babe!


:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

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Not only was Eddie a great guitar designer, he was also a master amp designer as well. The Peavey 5150 amp was noted for being the loudest amp ever built.

Top of the World

Hey, baby, whew!
I know that you believe in me,
That's all i ever need, uh huh.
No, no, nothing's gonna stop me,
Nothing will be scaring me, oh no
Hey baby, it's the only way out
Oh, little darling,
C'mon what's it all about?
Standing on top of the world
For a little while.
Standing on top of the world
Gonna give it all we got.
Oh, i know it won't hurt,
I gotta have a little taste
I just wanna sink my teeth in that
Fine piece of real estate, yeah
Hey baby, make it nice and sweet,
Oh, little darling
Let's take a walk down easy street
Standing on top of the world,
For a little while.
Standing on top of the world
Let's give it all we got, oooh oooh
Baby, gotta feeling, oooh oooh,
Oh, i wanna touch it,now, oooh oooh oooh,
See the whole wide world turn upside down.
Hey, baby, whew!
Someday, we'll be
Standing on top of the world
For a little while
Standing on top of the world
Till we got stung.
Standing on top of the world
For a little while.
Standing on top of the world
Gonna give it all we got.
(standing on top) hey, baby.
(standing on top) hey darling
Standing on top,
Standing on top,
Standing on top

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[Steve M.]

Unless we can think of anything more about the glorious year that was 1990, it is time to move on to....


Actually, here's one more thing. . . Fleetwood Mac's Behind the Mask.

http://www.fmlegacy.com/Graphics/BehindTheMask.jpg

Fleetwood Mac's Behind the Mask was the group's sixteenth studio album and the first since 1974's Heroes Are Hard To Find not to feature Lindsey Buckingham, who left in 1987. Two - two! - guitarists were brought in to replace him, Rick Vito and Billy Burnette. Burnette came from one of the First Families of Rock - he was the son of Dorsey Burnette, nephew of Johnny, and cousin of Rocky (Rocky Burnette had a hit of his own with "Towin' the Line" in the early eighties.) An established solo artist himself, Billy Burnette brought a strong musical heritage to Fleetwood Mac, but even with Rick Vito as a partner, it proved hopeless for them to replace Lindsey Buckingham and rescue the group.

Ironically, the album's first single was Christine McVie's "Save Me."

After this LP was lukewarmly received by press and public alike, Stevie Nicks and Rick Vito left the group. Founding members Mick Fleetwood and John McVie had to ask themselves the inevitable question - what now?

The nineties would prove to be a complicated and difficult time for Fleetwood Mac, with members coming, going, and coming back in a revolving-door whirlwind that would have embarassed Yes. :eek:

[ABlairican Pie]

Right Now

Don't wanna wait til tomorrow,
Why put it off another day?
One more walk through problems,
Built up, and stand in our way ,ah
One step ahead, one step behind me
Now you gotta run to get even
Make future plans, don't dream about yesterday, hey
C'mon turn, turn this thing around
Right now, hey
It's your tomorrow
Right now,
C'mon,it's everything
Right now,
Catch a magic moment, do it
Right here and now
It means everything
Miss the beat, you lose the rhythm,
And nothing falls into place, no
Only missed by a fraction,
Slipped a little off your pace, oh,
The more things you get, the more you want,
Just trade in one for the other,
Workin so hard, to make it easier, whoa,
Got to turn, c'mon turn this thing around
Right now, hey
It's your tomorrow
Right now,
C'mon, it's everything
Right now,
Catch that magic moment, do it
Right here and now
It means everything
It's enlightened me, right now
What are you waitin for
Oh, yeah, right now
(solo)
Right now, hey
It's your tomorrow
Right now,
C'mon, it's everything
Right now,
Catch that magic moment, and do it right,
Right now
Right now, oh, right now
It's what's happening?
Right here and now
Right now
It's right now
Oh,
Tell me, what are you waiting for
Turn this thing around

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

One of the various messages on the Van Halen "Right Now" video:

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Caption with Sammy from "Right Now":

[Cactus Jack]

Just Ozzy getting in touch with his feminine side. :lol:
Ah LOL

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Ratt released a best-of album, Ratt N' Roll 8191, documenting their ten year career.

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Unfortunately, the last official studio album by Ratt was Detonator, which featured the hit, "Lovin' You's a Dirty Job". The band's infighting and musical and personality conflicts had driven them apart. Guitarist Warren DiMartini was devastated that after ten long years and so many miles together, the band would dissolve over petty conflicts and demolish the brotherhood between band members. They were one of the bands that put L.A. on the map, and featured one of the most talented guitarists of the bunch. Their look defined the Hollywood 80's sound, and while their aspirations to be "the next Stones or Led Zeppelin" were a tall order, they did have a great time doing so. But now the dream was over.

Which was perhaps just as well, considering a storm about to engulf Tinsel Town worse than any Santa Ana winds, Il Nino or earthquakes...

Lovin' You's a Dirty Job

I woke up in the mornin', I'm still flat on my back
Couldn't move a muscle like I had a heart attack
The night was wild and woolly
Didn't think I'd make it through it
'Cause lovin' you's a dirty job
And I'm the man to do it

Lovin' you is a dirty job, lovin' you is a dirty job

You put me through the ringer and hung me out to dry
You licked me off your fingers just like a piece of pie
You break my heart in pieces
But I've got the glue to glue it
Girl lovin' you's a dirty job
And I'm the man to do it

Lovin' you is a dirty job, lovin' you is a dirty job
Lovin you is a dirty job
Girl lovin' you's a dirty job and
I'm the man to do it

I'm gonna hold you till the end of time
I'm gonna love you 'cause it's now or never
I'm gonna kiss you till I make you mine

Lovin' you is a dirty job, lovin' you is a dirty job

I'm gonna hold you till the end of time
I'm gonna love you 'cause it's now or never
I'm gonna kiss you till I make you mine

Lovin' you is a dirty job, lovin' you is a dirty job
Lovin you is a dirty job
Girl your love is thicker than mud
And you're trying to drag me through it now

Lovin' you is a dirty job, lovin' you is a dirty job

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

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Contraband was a one-shot supergroup made up of veteran guitarist of UFO and the McAuley-Schenker group Michael Schenker as well as Tracii Guns of L.A. Guns, Share Pederson of Vixen, Juan Croucier of Ratt and one member from Shark Island. Their big hit was a cover of Ian Hunter's "All the Way From Memphis".

One thing that yer Cap'n regrets is that spring when I was in L.A., a friend invited me to come to the taping of the video for that song--AND I WASN'T ABLE TO GO!!!! :wallbang :(

All the Way From Memphis

Forgot my six-string razor and hit the sky
Halfway to Memphis before I realized
Well, I phoned the information, my axe was cold
They said she rides the train to Oreole

Now, it's a mighty long way down the dusty trail
And the sun burns down on the cold steel rail
And I look like a bum and I crawl like a snail
All the way from Memphis

When I got to Oreole, you know, it took a month
And there was my guitar, electric junk
Some dude said rock'n'rollers, you're all the same
Hey man, you play that thing, I felt so ashamed

Now it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
Through the Bradford Cities to the Oreoles
You look like a star but you're still on the dole
All the way from Memphis

(Solo)

Yeah, it's a mighty long way down to rock'n'roll
From the Liverpool Docks to the Hollywood Bowl
And you climb up the mountains and you fall down the holes
All the way from Memphis

Well it's a mighty long way down to rock'n'roll
And your name gets hot and your heart grows cold
And you've got to stay a young man, you can never be old
All the way from Memphis

Now, it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
From the Bradford Cities, to the Oreole
And you look like a star but you're out on parole
All the way from Memphis

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Contraband members:

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Great White's followup to Twice Shy did not quite live up to its predecessor, but still contained memorable rocking songs for fans, such as "Call It Rock and Roll" and "Desert Moon."

Call It Rock and Roll

Well there's somethin' goin' down
Right here in the neighborhood
Somethin' goin' down
Don't know if you really should
Doncha lose your head
I'll make your heart feel good

There's trouble all around
Trouble with the PTA
Tell me whatcha gonna do?
Takin' all our highs away
S'enuff to turn you round
But Momma not today

C'mon little baby
Let's call it rock n' roll
C'mon little honey
Let's call it rock n' roll
Gonna get a good feelin'
Right down to your soul

Now your Papa's gettin' down
Momma sayin' you're no good
Baby it's a shame
It's never really understood
How a dose of rock n' roll
Can make your heart feel good

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Desert Moon

Let's shake this town baby
Come with me
I need a little lovin' company
C'mon now
I know where we can go
This is the time
T'stay out all night
I've gotta fire
Like a heavenly light
C'mon baby
Let's take a drive

C'mon baby
Let's do it right
Time to dance
In the magic light
Of the desert moon

Come on honey
Let's get it right
Make romance
In the magic light
Of the desert moon

Let's lay it down
Under a cactus tree
Give a little lovin' ecstacy

C'mon now
It's time to go
Little baby
You're a beautiful sight
I've got the love
And we have the night
C'mon baby
It's time to fly

Clip from Desert Moon vid:

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Lovin' Kind

Lit a candle and I
Set it on the wall
Let the wax like teardrops fall
And then I wonder why
I used to dream on baby
Dream that we could have it all
I see now love for you
Was what you had to do
You change your mind
Like you change your dress

I thought I knew you everyway
Saw the child, the woman plain as day
I thought I knew myself
But now I come to find
Love is blind and I'm the lovin' kind

Bought a diamond and I
Set it on your hand
Introduced you to the band
And now I hear them say
You've been a bad girl baby
You don't seem to understand
Just for the social whirl
You play the party girl
Now you drink your wine
Oh baby time to forget

You made a game of love
What were you thinkin' of
It takes a heartbeat baby
To say goodbye

Clip from Lovin' Kind vid:

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White Lion followed up with Main Attraction.

Love Don't Come Easy

There comes a time
When baby you Rn' me
We gotta work it out
Whatever it will be
It feels so right
But somewhere deep inside
You don't know how you feel
You don't know if it is real
Do you want it
Do you need it
RCause love don¹t come easy
Do you want it
Do you need it
RCause love don¹t come easy
There comes a time
When you wake up one day
Not knowing if our love
Will take us all the way
Then suddenly,
You feel you must decide
If we should carry on
With what we¹ve just begun
You know that it ain't always easy
You know that it ain't always right
When love finds a place in your heart
Do you want it, etc.
You can walk out thru this open door
Just like so many times before
If you don't find what you are looking for
You may be lost forevermore
You know that it ain't always easy
You know that it ain't always right
When love finds a place in your heart
There comes a time
When baby you should know
We are gonna make it
You gotta let it show
RCause I can't wait
And find out in the end
That you will not be standing
Right here by my side

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Mr. Big's second album, Lean Into It, not only showed that Paul Gilbert and Billy Sheehan could shred, but also play memorable rocking pop tunes as well. Even though the standout hit remains the acoustic "To Be With You," the album features some great rock and roll tracks with blazing solos and melodies you can hum along in your 1991 Honda Civic. This is definitely one of their best.

Many listeners complained that Paul Gilbert "ripped off" Eddie Van Halen's use of a power drill for the opening song. Paul's defenders pointed out that he actually used the vibrations of a power drill on his guitar, while Eddie used the sound of a whirring power drill on "Pound Cake." Both were great songs regardless.

Daddy, Brother, Lover, Little Boy

(the electric drill song)
This features billy and paul playing their guitars with makita cordless drills in harmony. don’t try this at home, kids.

If you’re a red hot fire cracker
I will light your fuse
If you cry like a little girl
I’ll dry your baby blues
When you need a man of action
I’m ready to make my move
Like a shotgun shot, johnny on the spot
There’s nothing I can’t do

Everything you’re looking for
You can find in me
I’ll be anything you want
Anyone you need
I’ll be your daddy, your brother, your lover and
Your little boy.

When your body needs salvation
I’ll be your tender touch
I’ll take all the love you give me
And give you twice as much
When we get undercover
And do the horizontal mile
I’m in the mood to answer to your call of the wild

Everything you’re looking for
You can find in me
I’ll be anything you want
Anyone you need
Everything you’re looking for
Anything that you want and more
I’ll be your daddy, you brother, your lover and
Your little boy

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

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This song was a hit on Z-Rock. The song opens with Paul Gilbert finger-picking with a clean tone:

Alive and Kicking

Paul came up with the main riff while he was tuning. not too bad really, he should try tuning more often!

Black top blazin’, hometown fadin’
Out of sight in the rear view mirror
Stevie ray blasting on the radio
As I slam it into higher gear

My baby’s by my side, tears in her eyes
Writing a goodbye letter
Sayin’ johny and me are running’ wild and runnin’ free
Just like you did momma

Don’t know where we’re goin’
But when we get there we’ll know
We’re gonna follow the code of the road

Jump into the fire
Keep our love alive and kickin’
Down the dorr, it’s what we’re livin’ for
Rockin’ side by side
Keep your love alive and kickin’

We got everything we own in the trunk and on the roof
And she’s got baby sitting money in her pocket
We’re drivin’ fast, ain’t no looking back
We’re flyin’ through the desert like a rocket

White line widin’ up interstate five
The road goes on forever
And it does’t matter where it’s gonna take us
As long as we’re together

We’re talkin’ our chances
Gonna do it our way
Pedal to the metal shooting down the highway

Jump into the fire
Keep our love alive and kickin’
Down the walls, that’s when
Freedom calls
Rockin’ side by side
Keep your love alive and kickin’

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

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One of their best songs:

Green Tinted 60's Mind

Did you ever notice how old movie from the sixties have sort of a green tint to them? strange but true.

She just woke up, but she’s still tired
Is that the telephone ringing?
The curtains can’t hold back the light
That’s reaching into her dreams
Down in her heart
If it had fingers, it’d be tearing it apart

You be lookin’ groovy
In a sixties movie
Maybe tell the press you died
Little legend baby
Try your very best to hide
A green-tinted sixties mind

She keeps some memories locked away
But they are always escaping
Neclgect won’t make them fade away
They’re reaching into her dreams
Down in her heart
Don’t need fingers to be tearing it apart

Gotta face the day
There is no other way
To clear the fog inside your mind
Fill it up with dreams
But all that you can seem to find
A green-tinted sixties mind

Hangin’ out with janis
Movin’ to atlantis
Could’ve made it if you tried
What’s the point of force
It’s easy as a horse to ride
A green-tinted sixties mind

You be looking groovy
In a sixties movie
Maybe tell the press you died
Little legend baby
Try your very best to hide
A green-tinted sixties mind
-u can’t hide-

:rock: :guitar: peace: peacesign: :schmack:

[ABlairican Pie]

The song opens with a car's radio tuner spun very fast:

CDFF/Lucky This Time


Lost and alone in this city of darkness
Empty of lovers and full of lies
You build a wall between your dreams and the madness
I reach out my hand but you run and hide
I’ve watched you cry in the rain
I wanna bring back the joy again

Open your heart to mine
I believe, I believe, you won’t be sorry
This time-baby
Open your heart tonight
I believe, I believe you might
Be lucky this time
You might be lucky this time

No guarantees whenyou risk your emotion
So you surrender and it all went astray
Bitter and hopeless in your cold isolation
But you my love won’t ever fade away
I wanna dry all your tears
You know there’s nothin’ to fear, baby

Chorus

And when the shadows start to fall
Let my love break down the walls

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Just Take My Heart

It’s late at night and neither one of us is sleeping
I can’t imagine living my life after you’re gone
Wondering why so many questions have no answers
I keep on searching for the reason why we went wrong

Where is our yesterday
You and I could use it right now
But if this is goodbye

Just take my heart when you go
I don’t have the need for it anymore
I’ll always love you, but you’re hard to hold
Just take my heart when you go

Here we are about to take the final step now
I just can’t fool myself, I know there’s no turing back
Face to face it’s been endless conversation
But when the love is gone you’re left with nothing but talk

I’d give my everything
If only I could turn you around
But if this is goodbye

Just take my heart when you go
I don’t have the need for it anymore
I’ll always love you but you’re hard to hold
Just take my heart when you go

[ABlairican Pie]

To Be With You

Hold on little girl
Show me what he’s doone to you
Stand up little girl
A broken heart can’t be that bad
When it’s through, it’s through
Fate will twist the both of you
So come on baby come on over
Let me be the one to show you

I’m the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you

Build up your confidence
So you can be on top for once
Wake up who cares about
Little boys that talk too much
I seen it all go down
Your game of love was all rained out
So come on baby, come on over
Let me be the one to hold you

Chorus

Why be alone when we can be together baby
You can make my life worthwhile
And I can make you start to smile

:love:

[ABlairican Pie]

The most anticipated metal event, aside from the new Guns N' Roses releases,
was without question, the latest offering from Metallica. The band had slaved
and labored for months in their studio bunker on Lankershim Boulevard in North
Hollywood, under their slavedriving taskmaster producer Bob Rock. Tempers were flaring, band members were sick and tired, Rock himself grew a few gray hairs and developed a tumor and various illnesses during the process, even screaming at the band for even one note out of place, but it was done by the end of summer. Guitarist Kirk Hammett remarked, "We've been in here for so long, other bands have recorded and gone on tour. The war has even come and gone, and we're still here!" Rumors had been flying about the band's new musical direction...something not quite done before. Fans questioned the choice of Bob Rock as producer, after all, hadn't he produced
Bon Jovi?? But now it was time to deliver the product to the waiting world.
The album simply titled:

"METALLICA".

Also known as "the Black Album", due to its Spinal Tap "Smell the Glove" era cover, the album shocked fans with its definitely non-thrash sound that
had been their trademark for years. Oh, it was heavy, much more so than with the disappointing production on ...And Justice For All. It was oddly commercial as well, the opening track "Enter Sandman" being the heaviest hit single perhaps since "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath over thirty years before. For
all the fans who ragged on Bob Rock as choice for producer ("He'll make Metallica sound like Bon Jovi!!"), Lars Ulrich replied, "If (former producer) Fleming Rasmussen produced Bon Jovi, would that make them sound like Metallica?" Still, many fans were appalled at the new "mainstream" sound of Metallica. But the band insisted they had gone as far as they could with thrash. It was time for something new...

...And it worked. The album became not only their biggest album, hitting #1, it became one of the biggest selling metal albums of all time.

The riffs to this song are some of the catchiest in metal:

Enter Sandman
Say your prayers little one
Don't forget, my son
To include everyone

Tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
Till the sandman he comes

Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight

Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
Off to never never land

Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of snow white

Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragon's fire
And of things that will bite

Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight

Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
Off to never never land

Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take

Hush little baby, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beast under your bed,
In your closet, in your head

Exit light
Enter night
Grain of sand

Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never never land

BOO!!!!!! :eek:

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

The one great thing about "The Black Album" was that Jason Newsted's bass could finally be heard. The new album was steady and strong, and for all the ex-Metallica fans who cried "sellout!!" to their new direction, there were more new fans eager to embrace them tenfold. But it was ironic--Metallica was the band that essentially put thrash on the map in America--but at the moment of their biggest musical--and shall we say?--commercial triumph, they had given up the genre that rocketed them to prominence in the first place. Not that there weren't fast tracks on the album. But many metal fans
felt duped when their own particular "cult favorite" band was cheered on in the underground, they would pack clubs and fans would become overly protective that "their" band was better than all the "poseurs" on the charts--all the while insisting that "their" band had the potential to make it big. Imagine to their surprise that when they do, fans leave in droves and accuse them of "smelling corporate dollars" and alienating the underground fan base.
This is what exactly happened with Metallica. Some older fans dropped them, expecting the next "Master of Puppets Part II", while other, newer fans embraced them

Lars Ulrich was remarkably stoic about the success of the album. While in Europe, he received a fax from their management: "Congratulations! Your album has hit #1!!" Lars just looked at the message and turned away. Was this self-confidence, that he was was not surprised at its success, or was he just trying not to let the thing go to his head?

The next song James says is one of his favorite. This is one of the heaviest songs they have ever done, even one of the heaviest songs in metal. Their de-tuned guitars add to the heaviness immensely. The lyrics about a schizoid alter ego are unsettling and brilliant:

Sad But True

Hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who takes you there
Hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who cares
They
They betray
I'm your only true friend now
They
They'll betray
I'm forever there

I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
Sad but true

I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
You know it's sad but true

You
You're my mask
You're my cover, my shelter
You
You're my mask
You're the one who's blamed
Do
Do my work
Do my dirty work, scapegoat
Do
Do my deeds
For you're the one who's shamed

I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must stea
L I'm your pain when you can't feel
Sad but true

I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
You know it's sad but true

Hate
I'm your hate
I'm your hate when you want love
Pay
Pay the price
Pay, for nothing's fair

Hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who took you here
Hey
I'm your life
And I no longer care

I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
Sad but true

I'm your truth, telling lies
I'm your reasoned alibis
I'm inside open your eyes
I'm you

Sad But True

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

The Pushead illustrations would become to Metallica what Derek Riggs' Eddie illustrations were to Iron Maiden:

[ABlairican Pie]

The next song deals with the band's frustration with rock "journalists" and critics:

Holier Than Thou

No more!
The craps rolls out your mouth again
Haven't changed, your brain is still gelatin
Little whispers circle around your head
Why don't you worry about yourself instead

Who are you? where ya been? where ya from?
Gossip is burning on the tip of your tongue
You lie so much you believe yourself
Judge not lest ye be judged yourself

Holier than thou
You are
Holier than thou
You are

You know not

Before you judge me take a look at you
Can't you find somethig better to do
Point the finger, slow to understand
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand

It's not who you are it's who you know
Others lives are the basis of your own
Burn your bridges build them back with wealth
Judge not lest ye be judged yourself

Holier than thou
You are
Holier than thou
You are

You know not

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

The video for the next song was an attempt to even be more thought-provoking than "One" was. When it first aired on MTV, the original twenty-minute video, directed by Matt Mahurin, was filmed in black and white, featuring images of an isolated child playing with a sinister mask. It was very "artsy" and intriguing. But of course, given the short attention span of MTV and its audience, the groundbreaking video was not shown much, instead
the song-length version was shown regularly.

This became another one of Metallica's better songs, with some of James Hetfield's best lyrics and a Spaghetti-Western twang of Kirk Hammett's guitar.

The Unforgiven

New blood joins this earth
and quickly he's subdued
through constant pain disgrace
the young boy learns their rules

with time the child draws in
this whipping boy done wrong
deprived of all his thoughts
the young man struggles on and on he's known
a vow unto his own
that never from this day
his will they'll take away

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub thee unforgiven

they dedicate their lives
to running all of his
he tries to please them all
this bitter man he is
throughout his life the same
he's battled constantly
this fight he cannot win
a tired man they see no longer cares
the old man then prepares
to die regretfully
that old man here is me

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub thee unforgiven

you labeled me
I'll label you
so I dub thee unforgiven

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Here is another one of James Hetfield's favorite lyrics:

Wherever I May Roam

...and the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
so in her I do confide
and she keeps me satisfied
gives me all I need

...and with dust in throat I crave
only knowledge will I save
to the game you stay a slave
rover wanderer
nomad vagabond
call me what you will

but I'll take my time anywhere
free to speak my mind anywhere
and I'll redefine anywhere
anywhere I roam
where I lay my head is home

...and the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
under wandering stars I've grown
by myself but not alone
I ask no one

...and my ties are severed clean
the less I have the more I gain
off the beaten path I reign
rover wanderer
nomad vagabond
call me what you will

but I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
and I'll never mind anywhere
anywhere I roam
where I lay my head is home

but i'll take my time anywhere
free to speak my mind
and I'll take my find anywhere
anywhere I roam
where I lay my head is home

carved upon my stone
my body lie, but still I roam
wherever I may roam

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Through the Never

All that is, was and will be
Universe much too big to see

Time and space never ending
Disturbing thoughts, questions pending
Limitations of human understanding
Too quick to criticize
Obligation to survive
We hunger to be alive

All that is, ever
Ever was
Will be ever
Twisting
Turning
Through the never

In the dark, see past our eyes
Pursuit of trhuth no matter where it lies

Gazing up to the breeze of the heavens
On a quest, meaning, reason
Came to be, how it begun
All alone in the family of the sun
Curiosity teasing everyone
On our home, third stone from the sun

All that is, ever
Ever was
Will be ever
Twisting
Turning
Through the never

On through the never
We must go
On through the never
Out of the
Edge of forever
We must go
On through the never
Then ever comes

All that is, ever
Ever was
Will be ever
Who we are
Ask forever
Twisting
Turning
Through the never

Never

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

This next song caught a lot of flack from people who felt as if Metallica were now a little too jingoistic and had lent their support to the Gulf War when just before they had vehemently opposed war on their albums. In actuality, the song came from inspiration of the album's cover illustration: the Minutemen Culpepper flag used during the American Revolutionary War which could have become the official flag of the new nation. The flag featured the caption:

Don't Tread On Me

Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
Once you provoke her, rattling of her tail
Never begins it, never, but once engaged...
Never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage

Don't tread on me

So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore...

Don't tread on me

Love it or live it, she with the deadly bite
Quick is the blue tongue, forked as lighting strike
Shining with brightness, always on surveillance
The eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance

Don't tread on me

So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore...

Don't tread on me

So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war

Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
Once you provoke her, rattling on her tail

So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore...

Don't tread on me

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

This next song was a total surprise to many while a complete confirmation of "sell-out" fears to others: "Nothing Else Matters" was one of the unlikeliest things Metallica could have ever done, but they did it--it was a power ballad.
While songs like "Fade to Black" and "One" started out soft and ended heavy, they were not considered "ballads" due to their heavy subject matter.
"Nothing Else Matters" however, showed a tender side of the band, and concluded with a ripping guitar solo. Still many Metallifans were not convinced that the band had not sold out, in spite of clips of Lars Ulrich throwing darts at a picture of Kip Winger. But Metallica stuck to their belief of, if they accuse us of selling out, whatever.

The song did become one of their most popular songs. Now metal fans could serenade their sweeties with a Metalliballad!

Nothing Else Matters

So close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

never opened myself this way
life is ours, we live it our way
all these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters

trust I seek and I find in you
every day for us something new
open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

so close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

never opened myself this way
life is ours, we live it our way
all these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters

trust I seek and I find in you
every day for us something new
open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know

so close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
no nothing else matters

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Many people, especially Christians, misunderstood the meaning behind the lyrics to "The God That Failed." The song touched on sensitive issues for James Hetfield, who grew up in a Christian Science household and was forbidden to take health classes or consult a doctor--which was sadly ironic, due to the fact that his mother later died of cancer. Perhaps it was just this
cathartic moment that caused James to write lyrics criticizing religious groups that offer much but pay so little in the end. It was obviously a deep disappointment to him. Perhaps also the song was along the lines of "Leper Messiah," about manipulation by shady t.v. preachers. In 1991, many preaching "healers" filled the airwaves in the absence of the Swaggarts and the Bakkers. Hetfield had a point when he said that, if you believe in God, why not believe that He gave you doctors to heal you when you're sick?

The God That Failed

Pride you took
Pride you feel
Pride that you felt when you’d kneel

Not the word
Not the love
Not what you thought from above

It feeds
It grows
It clouds all that you will know
Deceit
Deceive
Decide just what you believe

I see faith in your eyes
Never your hear the discouraging lies
I hear faith in your cries
Broken is the promise, betrayal
The healing hand held back by the deepened nail

Follow the God that failed

Find your peace
Find your say
Find the smooth road in your way

Trust you gave
A child to save
Left you cold and him in grave

It feeds
It grows
It clouds all that you will know
Deceit
Deceive
Decide just what you believe

I see faith in your eyes
Never you hear the discouraging lies
I hear faith in your cries
Broken is the promise, betrayal
The healing hand held back by the deepened nail

Follow the God that failed

I see faith in your eyes
Broken is the promise, betrayal
The healing hand held back by the deepened nail

Follow the God that failed

Pride you took
Pride you feel
Pride that you felt when you’d kneel

Trust you gave
A child to save
Left you cold and him in grave

I see faith in your eyes
Never you hear the discouraging lies
I hear faith in your cries
Broken is the promise, betrayal
The healing hand held back by deepened nail

Follow the God that failed

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Metallica get in touch with their wild side on this:

Of Wolf and Man

Off through the new day's mist I run
out from the new day's mist I have come
I hunt
therefore I am
harvest the land
taking of the fallen lamb

off through the new day's mist I run
out from the new day's mist I have come
we shift
pulsing with the earth
company we keep
roaming the land while you sleep

(shape shift) nose to the wind
(shape shift) feeling I've been
(move swift) all senses clean
(earth's gift)
back to the meaning(back to the meaning) of..
LIFE!

bright is the moon high in starlight
chill is the air cold as steel tonight
we shift
call of the wild
fear in your eyes
it's later than you realized

(shape shift) nose to the wind
(shape shift) feeling I've been
(move swift) all senses clean
(earth's gift) back to the meaning(back to the meaning) of ..
LIfE!

I feel I change
back to a better day
(shape shift)
hair stands on the back of my neck
(shape shift)
in wildness is the preservation of the world

so seek the wolf in thyself

(shape shift) nose to the wind
(shape shift) feeling I've been
(move swift) all senses clean
(earth's gift)
back to the meaning(back to the meaning) of wolf and man

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

The Scorpions released Crazy World at a time the world was in fact pretty crazy. But in the midst of the tumult, the band played a song that would in fact become an anthem of the shifting tides in international politics:
"Winds of Change", which was dedicated to the new frontiers opened up in Eastern Europe due to the fall of the Berlin Wall and the end of the Cold War.
The band had a few good rockers as well, such as "Tease Me, Please Me" and another ballad, "Send Me an Angel."

Tease Me, Please Me

I’ve been around the world
I’ve known a lot of girls
Livin’ and lovin’
It’s hard to keep them all in line
I’ve seen a lot of sights
Many crazy nights
Cruisin’ and boozin’
It’s a wonder that I’m still alive

Never wasted any time
Never missed a beat
Total satisfaction
Always guaranteed

Tease me
Please me
No one needs to know
Tease me
Please me
Before I have to go

Spead the world around
The boys are back in town
Reelin’ and rockin’
We’re rollin’ with it win or lose
The girls are dressed to kill
Lookin’ for a thrill
Slidin’ and glidin’
Sometimes they make it hard to choose

I never wasted any time
Never missed a beat
Total satisfaction
Always guaranteed

Tease me
Please me
No one needs to know
Tease me
Please me
Before I have to go
Tease me
Please me
We’ll take it nice and slow
Tease me
Please me
Just let the feeling grow

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Send Me an Angel

The wise man said just walk this way
To the dawn of the light
The wind will blow into your face
As the years pass you by
Hear this voice from deep inside
It’s the call of your heart
Close your eyes and your will find
The passage out of the dark

Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star

The wise man said just find your place
In the eye of the storm
Seek the roses along the way
Just beware of the thorns

Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star

The wise man said just raise your hand
And reach out for the spell
Find the door to the promised land
Just believe in yourself
Hear this voice from deep inside
It’s the call of your heart
Close your eyes and your will find
The way out of the dark

Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star

[ABlairican Pie]

There is a little bit of history behind the recording of "Winds of Change": the band's producer Keith Olson gave them an acoustic guitar they played on the song. The producer says that the guitar was the same one used on The Eagles' "Hotel California" after Joe Walsh drank his wine cabinet dry, and gave him the guitar to compensate for his consumption. So in fact the guitar was used in two classic songs!

Winds of Change


Follow the Moskwa
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change

An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change

The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers

The future's in the air
Can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change

Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past, forever
I follow the Moskwa
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change

The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

Proof that rock and roll can change the world: The Scorpions meet with Mikhail Gorbachev.

[ABlairican Pie]

Hit Between the Eyes

Late at night when you're all alone
Take a ride to the danger zone
If someone wants to cut you down to size
You never argue with a loaded .45
Just when you've had enough
It's really getting tough

I'm ready for that hit between the eyes
Someone get me out of here alive
I'm ready for that hit between the eyes
Can't you see I'm much too young to die

You can feel the tension in the street
There's no escape, getting closer to the heat
You play with fire, get your fingers burned
It's too late, past the point of no return
Just when you've had enough
It's really getting tough

I'm ready for that hit between the eyes
Someone get me out of here alive
I'm ready for that hit between the eyes
Can't you see I'm much too young to die
Late at night when you're all alone
Take a ride to the danger zone
If someone wants to cut you down to size
You never argue with a loaded .45
Just when you've had enough
It's really getting tough

I'm ready for that hit between the eyes
Someone get me out of here alive
I'm ready for that hit between the eyes
Can't you see I'm much too young to die
I'm ready for that hit between the eyes
Someone get me out of here alive
I'm ready for that hit between the eyes
Can't you see I'm much too young to die

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Metal fans' dreams came true when that summer, The Clash of the Titans Tour featuring Megadeth, Anthrax, and Slayer hit the road for an arena-size thrash fest. Here were the bands at the peak of their powers, and fans were ready to mosh their brain cells into a cerebral stew! But--what was that opening band for the whole show--Alice In Chains?? Many fans booed the up-and-coming Seattle rockers--it was totally out of place at a thrash show. But Jerry Cantrell wouldn't put up with it. They came to play--and in standing their ground, won a whole new respect from many in the crowd. They were heavy--but a different kind of heavy.

Megadeth:

[ABlairican Pie]

Alice Cooper released Hey Stoopid, with the title song warning kids of the senselessness of suicide. Even a shock rocker like Alice Cooper could put out a positive message as well.

Hey Stoopid

Hey bro, take it slow
You ain’t livin’ in a video
You’re flying low with a high velocity
No doubt, you’re stressin’ out
That ain’t what rock n’ roll’s about
Get off that one way trip down lonely street

Now I know you’ve been kicked around
You ain’t alone in this ugly town
You stick a needle in your arm
You bite the dust, you buy the farm

Chorus
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid
What ya tryin’ to do
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey stoopid
They win you lose
Hey, hye, hey, hey, hey stoopid

C’mon girl, it’s a better day
Get your foot out of that grave
Don’t let that one love tear your world apart
C’mon babe, kick that stuff
Show the street it ain’t so tough
Quit lyin’ around with a crippled, broken heart

Now I know you’ve been seeing red
Don’t put a pistol to your head
Sometimes your answer’s heaven sent
Your way is so damn permanent

Chorus

This ain’t your daddy talkin’
You know, I know
Your story ain’t so shocking
You know, I know
Blow some steam
C’mon and scream

Chorus

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[Steve M.]

Continuing his partnership with Georgie Fame, Van Morrison released his double album Hymns To the Silence in 1991.

http://www.harbour.sfu.ca/~hayward/van/discography/jpgs/hymns.jpg

Hymns To the Silence covered all of Van the Man's musical passions - country, folk, blues, soul, gospel, and yes, rock - and delighted listeners by proving that, even at 46, Morrison was still artistically relevant.

"Why Must I Always Explain" was a popular song off the album.

Why Must I Always Explain - Van Morrison

Have to tow the line, I've got to make the most,
SPent all the years going from pillar to post.
Now I'm standing on the outside and I'm waiting in the rain,
Tell me, why must I always explain?

Bared my soul to the crowd, eh but oh, what's the cost?
Most of them laughed out like nothing's been lost.
There were hypocrites and parasites, and people that drain,
Tell me, why must I always explain?

Why must I always explain,
Over and over, over again?
It's just a job, you , now, and it's no Sweet Lorraine.
Tell me, why must I always explain?

Well, I get up in the morning and I get my brief,
I goout and stare at the world in complete disbelief.
It's not righteous indignation that makes me complain,
It's the fact that I always have to explain.

I can't be everywhere at once, there's always somebody to see,
And I never turned out to be the person that you wanted me to be.
And I tell you who I am, time and time and time again.
Tell me, why must I always explain?

Well, it's out on the highway and it's on with the show,
Always telling people things they're too lazy to know.
It can make you crazy, yeah, it can drive you insane.
Tell me, why must I always explain?
Why . . . .

1991 was actually a very good year, as Sinatra might have said, for Van Morrison. Not only did he issue a critically acclaimed album, but a recent song from his catalog rejuvenated the career of another aging rocker. . . .

[Steve M.]

Rod Stewart!

Rod Stewart did something completely unexpected in 1991 - he made a good album. After spending the latter half of the seventies and the eighties putting oput lightweight crap-pop, Stewart returned to his early-seventies form (though he still kept his "contemporary" production values) with Vagabond Heart.

http://theband.hiof.no/band_pictures/vagabond_heart.jpg

"Hope springs eternal!" rock critic J.D. Considine wrote. And it did. Rod Stewart had rediscovered his roots and produced an album that gave us one solid cut after another - a cover of Robbie Robertson's "Broken Arrow," a take on "It Takes Two," the seafaring song "Rhythm Of My Heart," and the tribute tune "The Motown Song." :cool:

And oh, yes, it also had a cover of Van Morrison's "Have I Told You Lately."
It actually made the Billboard singles charts as an album cut, and demand for this song's release as a single was so great that Stewart's record company felt obliged to release it as such. If 1988's Out Of Order bgan Stewart's commercial comeback, Vagabond Heart began his artistic comeback. Could it last? Many hoped so. :)

[ABlairican Pie]

If no one had heard the next song, in another year, they would:

Feed My Frankenstein

Well, I ain’t evil, I’m just good lookin’
Start a little fire, and baby start cookin’
I’m a hungry man
But I don’t want pizza
I’ll blow down your house
And then I’m gonna eat ya

Bring you to a simmer
Right on time
Run my greasy fingers
Up your greasy spine

Chorus
Feed my frankenstein
Meet my libido
He’s a psycho
Feed my frankenstein
Hungry for love
And it’s feeding time

You udon’t want to talk
So baby shut up
And let me drink the wine from your fur tea cup
Velcro candy, sticky sweet
Make my tattoos melt in the heat
Well, I ain’t no veggie
Like my flesh on the bone
Alive and lickin’ on your ice cream cone

Chorus

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Anthrax released Attack of the Killer B's, a compilation album of B-sides which featured their cover of the Public Enemy song "Bring the Noise." This was one of many starts for the convergence of metal and rap, and in fact, the rap group even joined a tour with Anthrax and Primus the following year. The band was excited to be collaborating with Public Enemy, but little did they know that the musical fusion would be the start of a subgenre with unexpected results...

At the Clash of the Titans Tour, Scott Ian was asked, "Who is the worst band
in the world right now?" Jokingly, he replied, "Metallica?" The reason for this response was that he knew that many bands, including the ones on the tour, were very skeptical of the "commercial" direction that the band had been rumoured to be taking. Fellow Titan Dave Mustaine complained that there were too many bands ripping off classic Metallica riffs and song structures, so why not call them "Metallibabies"?? Kerry King and Jeff Hanneman concurred,
saying there were too many "Slayer Babies" as well. The three bands castigated the sameness of lesser bands (they may have been thinking of Testament as well, an obvious Metallica clone in the minds of many) for lacking originality. James Hetfield, however, was not at all pleased that his band was being bashed by friends he used to play and tour with some years before. There seemed to be a lack of unity in the thrash camp.

Bring the Noise

Bass!
How low can you go?
Death row, what a brother knows
Once again back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible d, public enemy, number one
"five-o" said, "freeze!" and i got numb
Can i tell 'em that i really never had a gun
But it's the wax that the terminator x spun
Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records, they sell
Cause a brother like me said, "well...
...farrakahn's a prophet and i think you ought to listen to
What he can say to you, what you ought to do"
Follow for now, power of the people, say,
"make a miracle, d, pump the lyrical"
Black is back, all in, we're gonna win
Check it out, yeah y'all c'mon, here we go again

Turn it up! bring the noise


Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt as a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons i'm saying inside music
That the critics are blasting me for
They'll never care for the brothers and sisters now across
The country has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, come on now, they're gonna have to wait,
'till we get it right
Radio stations i question their blackness
They call themselves black, but we'll see if they'll play this

Turn it up, bring the noise

Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My deejay is warm, he's x, i call him norm ya know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock 'n' roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band man
Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know
You call'em demos, but we ride limos too
Whatcha gonna do? rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for sonny bono, beat is for yoko ono
Run-dmc first said a deejay could be a band
Stand on it's own feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for eric b and l. l. as well, hell
Wax is for anthrax, still i can rock bells ever
Forever, universal it will sell
Time for me to exit, terminator x-it

Turn it up, bring the noise


From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
Stand my man? the beat's the same with a boost-toast
Rock with some pizzazz, it will last, why you ask?
Roll with the rock stars, you'll never get accepted as
We got to plead the fifth, we can investigate
Don't need to wait, get the record straight
Hey, posse's in effect, got flavor, terminator
X to sign checks, play to get paid
We got to check it out down on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you
Yeah, i'm telling you...

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Motley Crue celebrated their ten years together with their own compilation album, Decade of Decadence. It was a glorious decade, all right, and the next years promised to be even more fun than the last. Vince Neil was even shown on an entertainment magazine lighting up a cigar with a roll of dollar bills to announce that the band had been re-signed for $25 million dollars. :dollar: :dollar: With money like that they could buy a lot of d...

Desserts. ;) Clean and sober, right?

Motley Crue was hailed as the band that saved Elektra Records in the early 80's. The label that had made its mark in the late 60's with bands such as the Doors and Judy Collins had flagging sales by the turn of the 80's. Label insiders who had seen Motley Crue told Electra CEO Bob Krasnow that he should jump on a band like them. Metal was happening in 1982, and this is what kids were into. The band had real attitude and spit, he would be crazy not to sign them. Krasnow was not a fan of metal, but he knew what would sell. If kids were buying it, the band would definitely pay the bills. For the remainder of the 80's, Motley Crue was Krasnow's breadwinner.

Primal Scream

Broke d:censored: dog
My head slung low
Tail knocked in the dirt

Time and time of being told
Trash is all I'm worth

When I was just a young boy
Had to take a little grief
Now that I'm much older
Don't put your s:censored: on me

[Pre-Chorus]
Grab it and shake
Reach down scrape it
You just got to

[Chorus]
Primal scream & shout
Let that mother out
You just gotta say "hey"
Primal scream & shout
Oooh tear it out
You just gotta say

Janou said
Meters are red
Blow a neurotic fuse Show a little
A little pain
Unlock a lotta truth

When daddy was a young man
His home was living hell
Mama tried to be so perfect
Now her mind's a padded cell, ya

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus with adlib]

[Solo]

Hey man, get out of my face
I deal with my problems at my own pace
With your screwed-down, anti-human views
Deal with the pressures by playing the blues
If you wanna live life on your own terms
You gotta be willing to crash and burn

[Chorus with adlib]

Scream shout
Come on come on come on
Scream shout

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

While Motley Crue and Ratt were releasing their best-of compilation albums from the years 1981 to 1991, another L.A. metal band released their own decade-celebration disk that threatened to slip a few disks of many listeners:
Slayer released Decade of Aggression, an album not waiting to wallow in the dipsomaniac excess of the Motleys or the Ratts. The album was a complete live recording of their best-known songs produced in total rawness and intensity--perfect for the mosh pit. Metal critics hailed it as the best live masterpiece of thrash ever recorded.

The Anti-Christ

Screams and nightmares
Of a life I want
Can't see living this lie no
A world I haunt
You've lost all control of my
Heart and soul
Satan holds my future
Watch it unfold

I am the Antichrist
It's what I was meant to be
Your God left me behind
And set my soul to be free

Watching disciples
Of the satanic rule
Pentagram of blood
Holds the jackal's truth
Searching for the answer
Christ hasn't come
Awaiting the final moment
The birth of Satan's son

Screams,
From a life I live
Torment,
Is what I give
Torture,
Is what I love
The down fall,
Of the heavens above

I am the Antichrist
All love is lost
Insanity is what I am
Eternally my soul will rot (rot... rot)

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

The alternate cover:

[ABlairican Pie]

There was much to celebrate in pop music in those glorious days of 1991. Also riding high on the charts with Motley Crue and the boys was C + C Music Factory, whose standard rap r & b could best be described as a factory when one of their male singers, according to a Rolling Stone reviewer, collapsed onstage during a performance of their song, "Here We Go, Rock and Roll"--and a vocal track kept singing. Shades of Milli Vanilli! ohno: :lol: But their album Gonna Make You Sweat featured a rap hit, "Things That Make You Go Hmmmm..." Considering the lipsync faux pas, the title of the song was appropriate.

Things That Make You Go Hmmmmm...

Things that make you go hmm
I was at the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang. Who could it be?
Thought to myself then started to shrug
Got to the door. Ding Dong. Who is it?
My girl's best friend had payed me a visit.
Sly as can be, tight dress and all
She knew that I was faithful. I really didn't have the gall.
I tried to chilll. She made the move.
Now I know my girlfriend wouldn't approve.
I didn't realize my girl was settin' me up
Yo, my girl didn't trust me. No!
Yeah, but she lost control I wouln't take the bait.
I said chill baby baby chill baby baby wait
My girl bust in, Caught us creating a boom
She said "Girlfriend"?
Things that make you go hmm
Things that make you go hmm
Things that make you go hmm
Things that make you go hmm, hmm, hmm
Things that make you go hmm
Here's how it started
Just an example of how another brother can trample
Ruin your life, sleep with your wife
Watch your behind
There was a friend of mine named Jay
Would come over late at night and say hey
I watched the fight. I thought is was alright.
'Cause me and Jay were really really tight
So damned close we had the same blood type.
Months went by and my wife got big
We were havin' a child and I got another gig
So I let Jay move into the crib and chill
He had his own room and helped pay the bills
The time had come (for the baby down to the scene)
It looked like Jay and I couldn't believe
Before my eyes in the delivery room.
The things that make you go hmm
Things that make you go hmm
The things that make you go hmm, hmm, hmm
The things that make you go hmm
Things that make you go hmm
The things that make you go hmm.
Robbie Rob - break it down!
Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me (x7)
Give it to me Give it to me
Seventeen and I was havin' a ball
Eleventh grade and "Joe" I knew it all
I fell in love for the very first time
With this girl she really blew my mind
Inner sense and whole lotta class
Style that could give you whiplash
We said hello and my heart be stopped
She was the world and I was on top
Time went by, She filled my universe
We made love, She said I was the first
My boy kept tellin' me. Yo, I don't know
I think your girl's been playing tic tac toe
I'll ask my girl I know she only loves me
Wasn't I the one who tool your viginity?
The look on her face read sorrow and gloom
She said "Yeah, Why do you guys always ask that?"
(Chorus)
Things that make you go hmm
Things that make you go hmm
It's the things that make you go hmm
(Repeat Chorus)
Hey ladies
Have you ever had a man
Go away for business, come back with a tan
Comes home late at night from work
You cooked him dinner now you feel like a jerk
Sayin' he didn't have time to eat
And he's not even hungry, he wants to be treat
To the bedroom he said his head hurts
You're only makin' love in radical spurts
Mysterious calls and the phone goes click
You say to yourself "I'm gonna hit him with a brick"
Ain't no way he could be cheatin' on me
I wonder who bought him those BVD's
Dressed to a T to hang with the fellas
Over the guys and I'm getting jealous
Comin' home late smellin' like perfume (fume)
(Repeat Chorus x7)
Things that make you go hmm

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

And of course the big hit was the title song:

Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)

Everybody dance now (x2)
Give me the music (x2)
Everybody dance now (x2)
Yeah yeah yeah
Everybody dance now
Yeah yeah yeah
Everybody

Here is the dome back with the bass
The jam is live in effect and I don't waste time
Off the mic with a dope rhyme jump to the rhythm
Jump jump to the rhythm jump
And I'm here to combine beats and lyrics
To make you shake your pants take a chance
Come on and dance guys grab a girl don't wait make the twirl
It's your world and I'm just a squirrel
Trying to get a nut to move your butt to the dance floor
So you what's up hands in the air come on say yeah
Everybody over here everybody over there
The crowd is live enough as I pursure this groove
Party people in the house move

Left to right (groove) work me all night
Come on let's sweat (sweat sweat) baby
Let the music take control (control control)
Let the rhythm move you
Sweat (sweat sweat) sweat
Let the music take your soul (soul soul)
Let the rhythm move you
Everybody dance now

Da da da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da da da da (x2)
(Ooh)
REPEAT

(Move) everybody dance now
Everybody dance now

Pause take a breath and go for yours on my command
Now hit the dance floor it's gonna make you sweat till you bleed
Is that dope enough indeed I paid the price to control the dice
I'm more precise to the point I'm nice
Let the music take control of your heart and soul
Unfold your body is free and behold
Dance till you can't dance till you can't dance no more
Get on the floor and get ablow
Then come back and upside down easy now
Let me see you move left to right groove
Work me all night

The music is my life
Everybody dance now (x3)
Everybody

Come on let's sweat (sweat sweat) baby
Let the music take control (control control)
Let the rhythm move you
Sweat (sweat sweat) sweat
Let the music take your soul (soul soul)
Let the rhythm move you

Da da da da da da da da da da (x2

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Whitney Houston sang The Star-Spangled Banner at a baseball game which became so popular that it was released as a single and a video.



*Coughcoughwardrobemalfunctioncoughcough*

;)

[ABlairican Pie]

Australian dance pop princess Kylie Minogue released Let's Get To It.

Let's Get to It

Let's get to it
Make it happen
Need your touch oh so much
Don't you see
Let's get to it right away

1:
Let's get the sun in our day
Let's turn a spark to a flame
Let's get this thing on the move
My heart is longing to prove

That maybe without you
The world will grow colder
Come on let's do it
Before we're much older

CHORUS:
Let's get to it right now
Make it happen somehow
Need your touch oh so much
Don't you see what I'm trying to say
Let's get to it right away

2a:
Let's get the show on the road
Our love would be solid gold
Let's put the key to the door
Don't put it off anymore

2b:
'Til now it's only been dreams
I have lived for
Come one, let's do it
'Cos I wanna give more

CHORUS:

2b:

CHORUS:
(repeat 2 times)

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

In 1991, Amy Grant was moving ever farther from her ties to the contemporary music scene. While she was not walking away from her faith, she felt more determined to be an entertainer than a gospel diva. Many church folks were severely disappointed with this direction, and even more so with her album Heart in Motion, which featured a song which many Christians considered blasphemous: "Baby Baby," which not only featured no Christianspeak in the lyrics, but the video where she appeared dancing and getting frisky with a hunky actor that was obviously not her husband Gary Chapman. These church brigades failed to recognize--IT'S AN ACTOR. IT'S A VIDEO. THERE'S NOTHING GOING ON WITH AMY. IT'S NOT REAL. IT'S ALL IN FUN. ohno: And the lyrics were literally about her newborn baby to whom she dedicated the song. The album featured many fun danceable hits that made her a star from coast to coast.

Meanwhile, contemporary "Christian" music radio had banned the song from the airwaves, fueling further questions about her salvation. In its place, they played the song, ironically, "That's What Love Is For."

Baby Baby

"This song is dedicated to millie, whose six-week-old face was my inspiration"


Baby, baby
I'm taken with the notion
To love you with the sweetest of devotion.

Baby, baby
My tender love will flow from
The bluest sky to the deepest ocean.

Stop for a minute
Baby, i'm so glad you're mine, yeah
You're mine.

Baby, baby
The stars are shining for you
And just like me i'm sure that they adore you.

Baby, baby
Go walking through the forest
The birds above a' singing you a chorus.

Stop for a minute
Baby, they're so glad you're mine, oh yeah
And ever since the day you put my heart in motion
Baby i realize that there's just no getting over you.

Baby, baby
In any kind of weather
I'm here for you always and forever.

Baby, baby
No muscle man could sever
My love for you is true and it will never

Stop for a minute
Baby, i'm so glad you're mine
And ever since the day you put my heart in motion
Baby i realize that there's just no getting over you.

And ever since the day you put my heart in motion
Baby i realize that there's just no getting over you.
Over you.

Baby, baby
Always and forever
Baby i'm so glad that
Here for you baby
So glad you're mine
Baby i'm so glad that
When i think about you it makes me smile
Baby, baby be mine
Baby i'm so glad that
Don't stop giving love
Don't stop, no
Baby i'm so glad that you're mine
Baby i'm so glad
Baby i'm so glad that
When i think about you it makes me smile

:banana: :mango

[Cactus Jack]

If no one had heard the next song, in another year, they would:

Feed My Frankenstein

Well, I ain’t evil, I’m just good lookin’
Start a little fire, and baby start cookin’
I’m a hungry man
But I don’t want pizza
I’ll blow down your house
And then I’m gonna eat ya

Bring you to a simmer
Right on time
Run my greasy fingers
Up your greasy spine

Chorus
Feed my frankenstein
Meet my libido
He’s a psycho
Feed my frankenstein
Hungry for love
And it’s feeding time

You udon’t want to talk
So baby shut up
And let me drink the wine from your fur tea cup
Velcro candy, sticky sweet
Make my tattoos melt in the heat
Well, I ain’t no veggie
Like my flesh on the bone
Alive and lickin’ on your ice cream cone

Chorus

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:
That song was in Wayne's World!

[Cactus Jack]

And of course the big hit was the title song:

Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)

Everybody dance now (x2)
Give me the music (x2)
Everybody dance now (x2)
Yeah yeah yeah
Everybody dance now
Yeah yeah yeah
Everybody

Here is the dome back with the bass
The jam is live in effect and I don't waste time
Off the mic with a dope rhyme jump to the rhythm
Jump jump to the rhythm jump
And I'm here to combine beats and lyrics
To make you shake your pants take a chance
Come on and dance guys grab a girl don't wait make the twirl
It's your world and I'm just a squirrel
Trying to get a nut to move your butt to the dance floor
So you what's up hands in the air come on say yeah
Everybody over here everybody over there
The crowd is live enough as I pursure this groove
Party people in the house move

Left to right (groove) work me all night
Come on let's sweat (sweat sweat) baby
Let the music take control (control control)
Let the rhythm move you
Sweat (sweat sweat) sweat
Let the music take your soul (soul soul)
Let the rhythm move you
Everybody dance now

Da da da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da da da da (x2)
(Ooh)
REPEAT

(Move) everybody dance now
Everybody dance now

Pause take a breath and go for yours on my command
Now hit the dance floor it's gonna make you sweat till you bleed
Is that dope enough indeed I paid the price to control the dice
I'm more precise to the point I'm nice
Let the music take control of your heart and soul
Unfold your body is free and behold
Dance till you can't dance till you can't dance no more
Get on the floor and get ablow
Then come back and upside down easy now
Let me see you move left to right groove
Work me all night

The music is my life
Everybody dance now (x3)
Everybody

Come on let's sweat (sweat sweat) baby
Let the music take control (control control)
Let the rhythm move you
Sweat (sweat sweat) sweat
Let the music take your soul (soul soul)
Let the rhythm move you

Da da da da da da da da da da (x2

:banana: :mango Love that song!

and did you know? : In the video for that song they had a skinny black girl singing the woman's part, but REALLY it was Martha Wash. That girl in the video was lip synching

[ABlairican Pie]

That song was in Wayne's World!That's right!! :rock: :rock: WE'RE NOT WORTHY!! WE'RE NOT WORTHY!! :notworthy :notworthy

More about that in 1992!!

Funny how that song has so many double-entendres! ;)

[Steve M.]

Whitney Houston sang The Star-Spangled Banner at a baseball game which became so popular that it was released as a single and a video.


*Coughcoughwardrobemalfunctioncoughcough*

;)


That was not a wardrobe malfunction - that costume functioned exactly the way Whitney intended!! :lol:

P.S. - In January 1991, the month of the Super Bowl and the Gulf War, patriotic fervor was so high Roseanne Barr could have recorded the national anthem and it would have been a hit single! (Remember her "saliva malfunction?" :lol: :lol: )

[Steve M.]

Vanilla Ice released his second album, Extremely Live - and proved that SBK Records would do anything for a fast buck! :mad:

http://www.voodoodance.com/my%20collection%20image/ice-ice%20live.jpg

In the days after Elvis but before the beatles, it was common practice for record labels in Britain and America to get teenagers to buy the same song twice - like, say, putting a hit single on an album that otherwise had twelve tracks of rubbish. Now SBK was marketing a "live" Vanilla Ice concert ablum that was more or less his debut album all over again, except it was prerecorded "music" that was "performed" in front of an audience. Turns out that even Vanilla Ice fans had standards - they shunned this ironically titled LP and became ex-Vanilla Ice fans!

A plotless Vanilla Ice movie released at about the same time, Cool As Ice, had a guest appearance by Naomi Campbell - :grineyes: - going for it, but that was it. No one went to see it - after all, you could see Naomi Campbell on MTV! - and Vanilla Ice quickly became yesterday's news. Literally.

Good riddance to bad rubbish! :thumbsdow

[Steve M.]

Will Smith, the Fresh Prince, was a rarity among rappers - he had genuine talent! :D

http://www.thespiannet.com/actors/S/smith_will/ws.jpg

A cheeky, charming fellow from West Philadelphia (not a town west of Philadelphia, but actually Philly's western black middle-class section), Smith and his partner Jeffrey Townes (a.k.a Jazzy Jeff) created rap songs that were amusing and catchy. (And prophetic: Their 1990 single, "I Think I Can Beat Mike Tyson," was released just before James "Buster" Douglas did just that! :lol: ) NBC gave Smith a sitcom, Fresh Prince of Bel Air, where he played. . . a West Philly boy named Will Smith. Except that Will Smith the character lived with his rich uncle and aunt in Beverly Hills, and he taught his upper-class cousins about the pleasures of Philadelphia - soft pretzels, Philly cheesesteaks, vanilla ice (the kind you eat), and water ice in many other flavors - plus how to act cool and hip, Philly style.

The series ran for six seasons - 1990 to 1996 - and propelled Smith to a successful movie acting career. :thumbsup:

[Steve M.]

Van Morrison wasn't the only middle-aged roots rocker making musical headlines in 1991. Former Fairport Convention leader Richard Thompson made some news of his own that year with Rumor and Sigh.

http://www.catalogue.emirecords.co.uk/packShotsEMIRecords/0077779571321-LF.jpg

This album was widely acclaimed by rock critics, which juxtaposed rock and folk and went off into blues and ethnic music. Rumor and Sigh it contained a superb song in the form of "1952 Vincent Black Lightning," about a classic motorcycle. :)

[ABlairican Pie]

The first song on the Michael Omartian-produced album, "Good For Me", was an obvious nod to Paula Abdul's "Opposites Attract". The title may have actually been a counterpoint to another entertainer produced by the born again Omartian, the legendary Rod Stewart, who in 1984 had his album Camouflage feature a song which Omartian was not keen on producing, "Bad For You". The lyrics of that song did not reflect Omartian's evangelical beliefs, but someone forgot to tell Michael, hey, it's rock and roll.

Omartian's r & b influences can be felt all over the album.

Good For Me

You like to dance and listen to the music
I like to sing with the band
You like your hands splashing in the ocean
Well i like my feet on the sand
Does anybody have it any better?
Isn't it easy to see just how well we fit together?

When i start to sing the blues
You pull out my dancing shoes
I think you could be so good for me
You get brave when i get shy
Just another reason why
I think you could be so good for me
So good.

You like to drive like mario andretti
I like it taking my time
But let me say wherever you are going
You know it suits me just fine
Does anybody have it any better?
Isn't it easy to see just how well we fit together?

When i start to sing the blues
You pull out my dancing shoes
I think you could be so good for me
You get brave when i get shy
Just another reason why
I think you could be so good for me
So good.

Could be so good for me
You could be so good
Could be so good
Could be so good for me.

You get brave when i get shy
Another reason why
You could be so good for
Good for me baby
Good for me baby
When i want to sing the blues
Good for me baby
Oh when i want to sing the blues
Good for me baby
You could be so good
Good for me baby
When i want to sing the blues
Good for me baby.

:banana: :mango:

[ABlairican Pie]

Every Heartbeat

Hear me speak what's on my mind
Let me give this testimony
Reaffirm that you will find
That you are my one and only
No exception to this rule
I'm simple but I'm no fool
I've got a witness happy to say
Every hour, every day

Every heartbeat bears your name
Loud and clear they stake my claim
My red blood runs true blue
And every heartbeat belongs to you

Classic case of boy meets girl
Moving in the same direction
You're not asking for the world
I'm not asking for perfection
Just a love that's well designed
For passing the test of time
I'm here to tell you
I'm here to stay
Every hour, every day

Every heartbeat bears your name
Loud and clear they stake my claim
Ask anyone and they'll tell you it's true
Every heartbeat belongs to you

Every heartbeat bears your name
Loud and clear they stake my claim
My red blood runs true blue
And every heartbeat belongs to you

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, sure maybe I'm on the edge
But I love you baby and like I said
I'm here to tell you
I'm here to stay
Every hour, every day

Every heartbeat bears your name
Loud and clear they stake my claim
Ask anyone and they'll tell you it's true
Every heartbeat belongs to you

Every heartbeat bears your name
Loud and clear they stake my claim, yeah
My red blood runs true blue
And every heartbeat belongs to you

Every heartbeat bears your name
Loud and clear they stake my claim
And every heartbeat belongs to you

Every heartbeat bears your name
Loud and clear they stake my claim
Ask anyone and they'll tell you it's true
Every heartbeat belongs to you

:banana: :mango:

Awwww, look at her puppy!!!! :D

[ABlairican Pie]

That's What Love Is For

Sometimes we make it harder than it is
We'll take a perfect night
And fill it up with words we don't mean
Dark sides best unseen
And we wonder why we're feeling this way

Sometimes I wonder if we really feel the same
Why we can be unkind
Questioning the strongest of hearts
That's when we must start
Believing in the one thing that has gotten us this far

That's what love is for To help us through it
That's what love is for Nothing else can do it
Melt our defenses Bring us back to our senses
Give us strength to try once more
Baby, that's what love is for

Sometimes I see you
And you don't know why I'm there
And I'm washed away by emotions
I hold deep down inside
Getting stronger with time
It's living through the fire
And holding on we find

That's what love is for
To help us through it
That's what love is for
Nothing else can do it
Melt our defenses
Bring us back to our senses
Give us strength to try once more
Baby, that's what love is for

Believing in the one thing
That has gotten us this far
That's what love is for
To help us through it
That's what love is for
Nothing else can do it
Round off the edges
Talk us down from the ledges
Give us strength to try once more
Baby, that's what love is for
That's what love is for

That's what love is for
Melt our defenses
Bring us back to our senses
Give us strength to try once more
Baby, that's what love is for
That's what love is for
That's what love is for
That's what love is for

[ABlairican Pie]

Dipping back into 1990 a bit, George Michael's followup to the hugely successful Faith album was a more somber, serious effort, Listen Without Prejudice, Vol 1. The album was not quite the smash release that either Faith or any of his works with Wham! were, and Michael believed that it was because his record label Sony did not promote it as heavily as it should have been. Michael took legal action to get himself out of his contract with Sony and sought to promote his music elsewhere. Obviously his album title was a plea that fell on too many deaf ears.

Heal the Pain

Let me tell you a secret
Put it in your heart and keep it
Something that i want you to know
Do something for me
Listen to my simple story
And maybe we'll have something to show

You tell me you're cold on the inside
How can the outside world
Be a place that your heart can embrace
Be good to yourself
Because nobody else
Has the power to make you happy

How can i help you
Please let me try to
I can heal the pain
That you're feeling inside
Whenever you want me
You know that i will be
Waiting for the day
That you say you'll be mine

He must have really hurt you
To make you say the things that you do
He must have really hurt you
To make those pretty eyes look so blue

He must have known
That he could
That you'd never leave him
Now you can't see my love is good
And that i'm not him

How can i help you
Please let me try to
I can heal the pain
That you're feeling inside
Whenever you want me
You know that i will be
Waiting for the day
That you say you'll be mine

Who needs a lover
That can't be a friend
Something tells me i'm the one you've been looking for
If you ever should see him again
Won't you tell him you've found someone who gives you more

Someone who will protect you
Love and respect you
All those things
That he never could bring to you
Like i do
Or rather i would
Won't you show me your heart
Like you should

Won't you let me in
Let this love begin
Won't you show me your heart now
I'll be good to you
I can make this thing true
And get to your heart somehow
(return to top)

[ABlairican Pie]

Freedom '90

I won't let you down
I will not give you up
Gotta have some faith in the sound
It's the one good thing that i've got
I won't let you down
So please don't give me up
Because i would really, really love to stick around

Heaven knows i was just a young boy
Didn't know what i wanted to be
I was every little hungry schoolgirl's pride and joy
And i guess it was enough for me
To win the race? a prettier face!
Brand new clothes and a big fat place
On your rock and roll tv
But today the way i play the game is not the same
No way
Think i'm gonna get myself happy

I think there's something you should know
I think it's time i told you so
There's something deep inside of me
There's someone else i've got to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Take back your singing in the rain
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that i don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take

Heaven knows we sure had some fun boy
What a kick just a buddy and me
We had every big shot good-time band on the run boy
We were living in a fantasy
We won the race
Got out of the place
I went back home got a brand new face
For the boys on mtv
But today the way i play the game has got to change
Oh yeah
Now i'm gonna get myself happy

I think there's something you should know
I think it's time i stopped the show
There's something deep inside of me
There's someone i forgot to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Don't think that i'll be back again
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that i don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take

Well it looks like the road to heaven
But it feels like the road to hell
When i knew which side my bread was buttered
I took the knife as well
Posing for another picture
Everybody's got to sell
But when you shake your ass
They notice fast
And some mistakes were built to last

That's what you get
I say that's what you get
That's what you get for changing your mind

And after all this time
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes
Do not make the man

I'll hold on to my freedom
May not be what you want from me
Just the way it's got to be
Lose the face now
I've got to live
(return to top)

[ABlairican Pie]

And the hip happening hits just didn't stop with C + C Music Factory and Vanilla Ice: Color Me Badd released a funky little ditty that was heard everywhere in 1991, "I Wanna Sex You Up." The group, who also released the ballad "I Adore Mi Amore," gained popularity when they opened for a heavy metal group at a show in L.A. when the other band did a no-show. It was an amazing feat to win over a rock crowd with their lovely harmonies.

Chances are the band they opened for was NOT Slayer. ohno: :lol:

I Wanna Sex You Up

C’mon baby where you going
Cos ya know I want it...
I don’t wanna sex ya to get ya
Because I want it
Cutie just slip into your negligee
And let l’ll shawn make love to ya all day
Cos the first time I saw ya
I wanted to kick it to ya
Your body is slammin’
So honey can I do ya
Cos you and I both know tricks are for kids
So get the don perignon outta the fridge
I wanna do the first thing that comes to mind
Cos on a scale of one to ten
No question your a dime
I’m attracted to ya cos you give me love
And sweetheart, color me badd
Is gonna sex you up

Hey, beautiful lady, I need you tonight
Lovely, lovely lady
I wanna make you feel all right, yeah
I can’t deny, baby
I wanna love you down
You are so fine, baby
All I wanna do is

Chorus

(I wanna sex you up)
I want to sex you up
All night (girl you make me feel good)
I want to (let me rub you down) sex you up.

Say do you feel lonely girl
Let me turn down the lights
So I can hold you in the darkness
Ooh baby, let’s make love tonight
Yeah, dig, you feel so right baby
When I love you down
Please be my wife, sugar
Cause all I wanna do is

Chorus

Girl you just make me feel so good
I just wanna... I just wanna
Just lay back, and enjoy the ride
All I wanna do is

Chorus

Make sweet lovin’ all night long
Feels so right it can’t be wrong
Don’t be shy girl come to me
Open up your heart and I’ll set you free
I want to touch you all the right places, baby
I want to make love you
All night...

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Technotronic was another dancing r & b group whose funky hit was "Pump Up the Jam."

Pump Up the Jam

Pump up the jam
Pump it up
While your feet are stompin'
And the jam is pumpin'
Look at here the crowd is jumpin'

Pump it up a little more
Get the party going on the dance floor
See cos that's where the party's at
And you'll find out if you're too bad

I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day

Make my day
Make my day
Make my day
Make my day

Yo!
Pump up the jam
Pump it up
While your feet are stompin'
And the jam is pumpin'
Look at here the crowd is jumpin'
Pump it up a little more
Get the party going on the dance floor
See cos that's where the party's at
And you'll find out if you're too bad

I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day

Make my day
Make my make my make make my day
Make my day
Make my day
Make my make my make make my day

Yo!
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam
Pump it pump it pump it pump it, Yo!

Pump up the jam
A pump up the jam
Pump up the jam
Pump it up a pump it pump it pump it
Pump up the jam
Pump up the jam
Pump up the jam
Pump it pump it pump it pump it pump

Pump up the jam
Pump it up
While your feet are stompin'
And the jam is pumpin'
Look at here the crowd is jumpin'
Pump it up a little more
Get the party going on the dance floor
See cos that's where the party's at
And you'll find out if you're too bad

I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day

Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam
Pump it pump it pump it pump it, Yo!

Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam
Pump it pump it pump it pump it, Yo!
Pump it up
Pump it up

Make my day
Make my day
Make my make my make make my day
Make my day
Make my day
Make my make my make make my day

Yo!
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Deee Lite was a dance trio who scorched the clubs with her groovy 60's-ish style with 70's dance beats. Their debut album World Clique featured the hit "Groove Is in the Heart."

Groove Is In the Heart

We're going to dance,
We're going to dance,
We're going to dance
And have some fun

The chills that you
Spill up my back
Keep me filled with
Satisfaction when we're done
Satisfaction of what's to come
(I) I couldn't ask for another
(I-I-I-I-I I)
No I couldn't ask for another
Your groove I do deeply dig
No walls only the bridge
My supperdish, my succotash wish
(Sing it baby)
(I) I couldn't ask for another
(Uh-huh uh-huh)
(I-I-I-I-I I)
No I couldn't ask for another

Groove is in the heart
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Groove is in the heart
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Groove is in the heart
Groove is in the heart
Ah-ah-ah

The depth the hula groove
Move us to the nth hoop
We goin' through to Horten
Hears a who-ooh
(I) I couldn't ask for another
(I-I-I-I-I I)
No couldn't ask for another
DJ Soul (soul) was on a roll
I've been told he can't be sold
He's not vicious or malicious
Just de-lovely and delicious
(I) I couldn't ask for another

(Sing it)

Groove is in the heart
Ah-ah-ah-ah
(Ne-na-na-na-na)
Groove is in the heart
(Ne-na-na-na-na)
Groove is in the heart
(Ne-na-na-na-na)
Groove is in the heart-ah-ah-ah

Groove is in the heart
Ah-ah-ah-ah (yeah)
Groove is in the heart
Ah-ah-ah
Groove is in the heart
Groove is in the heart
Ah-ah-ah

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

The big event of the fall of 1991 was the release of Michael Jackson's Dangerous album, which featured the hit "Black or White." Jackson appeared on a special Fox Television special to promote his new video, but viewers were appalled by his constant crotch-grabbing. The title of the new album would become oddly appropriate in the next few years.

The album was resting comfortably at #1 at the charts when an unlikely rival closed in for the kill for chart supremacy.... :eek:

Black and White


I Took My Baby
On A Saturday Bang
Boy Is That Girl With You
Yes We're One And The Same

Now I Believe In Miracles
And A Miracle
Has Happened Tonight

But, If
You're Thinkin'
About My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White

They Print My Message
In The Saturday Sun
I Had To Tell Them
I Ain't Second To None

And I Told About Equality
An It's True
Either You're Wrong
Or You're Right

But, If
You're Thinkin'
About My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White

I Am Tired Of This Devil
I Am Tired Of This Stuff
I Am Tired Of This Business
Sew When The
Going Gets Rough
I Ain't Scared Of
Your Brother
I Ain't Scared Of No Sheets
I Ain't Scare Of Nobody
Girl When The
Goin' Gets Mean

[L. T. B. Rap Performance]
Protection
For Gangs, Clubs
And Nations
Causing Grief In
Human Relations
It's A Turf War
On A Global Scale
I'd Rather Hear Both Sides
Of The Tale
See, It's Not About Races
Just Places
Faces
Where Your Blood
Comes From
Is Where Your Space Is
I've Seen The Bright
Get Duller
I'm Not Going To Spend
My Life Being A Color

[Michael]
Don't Tell Me You Agree With Me
When I Saw You Kicking Dirt In My Eye

But, If
You're Thinkin' About My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're Black Or White

I Said If
You're Thinkin' Of
Being My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're Black Or White

I Said If
You're Thinkin' Of
Being My Brother
It Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White

Ooh, Ooh
Yea, Yea, Yea Now
Ooh, Ooh
Yea, Yea, Yea Now

It's Black, It's White
It's Tough For You
To Get By
It's Black , It's White, Whoo

It's Black, It's White
It's Tough For You
To Get By
It's Black , It's White, Whoo

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

The King of Pop soon found himself de-throned by none other than.....a new power trio from Seattle....A band that had created a huge buzz with a video that every kid in the world could relate to: going to school to see another stupid pep assembly, but this time, the cheerleaders were giving it up for the band that looked like every slacker genius with long moptop hair and puke-colored sweatshirts, banging away on crappy pawnshop guitars with abandon. The band, of course, was NIRVANA, and the album was

NEVERMIND.

The song and video spoke to every Generation X-er on the planet: THIS
was what it was all about, a band all the losers could identify with. Not shreddin' dudes on custom-made six-string axes, not beefcake hunks with babes worshipping lustfully at their feet. There was so much intensity for such a simple pop song. Three stooges from Seattle had shoved their grimy fists down the throat of Tinsel Town...and nothing would ever be the same again. Rock and roll had been placed squarely back in the hands of the PEOPLE where it belonged!

Many had questions as to what the lyrics to their first single, "Smells Like Teen Spirit", were about. And of course, as we have seen with "Stairway to Heaven," the true beauty lies in its being open to different interpretations to everyone. One thing remained clear, terms like "over-bored and self-assured", and "Acting stupid and contagious" gave more than a hint of frustration and irritation with high school kids. A new anthem was born, from a band that was so removed from the Hollywood hit machine that glutted the charts. The song showed spontaneity, such as with unfinished lines such as
"It's hard to find the, well, whatever, never mind." The ambiguity of the lyrics
showed true artistic clarity.

Where did the title come from? Kurt Cobain's girlfriend wrote it on the wall, in reference to an antiperspirant for teen girls that was advertised on MTV. The
title worked very well.


Smells Like Teen Spirit

Load up on guns and
Bring your friends
It's fun to lose
And to pretend
She's over bored
And self assured
Oh no, I know
A dirty word

hello, how low? (repeat)

With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yeah

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

hello, how low? (x bunch of times)

With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yeah

And I forget
Just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard
It was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

hello, how low? (x bunch of times)

With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yeah, a denial
A denial
A denial...

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[Cactus Jack]

Thank you for finally uncovering the lyrics! NOW we know the lyrics! :lol:

[Steve M.]

Back to 1990 for a moment. . . .

While his occasional bandmates David Crosby, Stephen Stills, and Graham Nash were trying to find a way back to respectablity after years of fighitng and Crosby's drug addiction, Neil Young and the surviving members of Crazy Horse had conquered their demons - and now set about reconquering rock. They released Ragged Glory in 1990, which was greeted with much acclaim from critics and fans.

http://www.alohacriticon.com/images/alohapoprockfotos/raggedneil.jpg

Neil Young earned the title of "godfather of grunge" for his flannel shirts and his angry anti-establishment anthems.

[Steve M.]

Meanwhile, just to show they weren't entirely out of it, Crosby, Stills and Nash released a four-CD box set in 1991 that looked back on their 22-year partnership.

http://www.1069thefox.com/Classicartists/csny/1991_crosbystillsandnash_boxset.jpg

It wasn't strictly limited to Crosby, Stills and Nash (and sometimes Young) recordings. After all, CSN had only released six albums (two with Neil Young) since 1969, and their best cuts weren't enough to supply a box set. So it was supplemented by solo songs, Crosby-Nash duo recordings, and cuts from Stephen Stills and Chris Hillman's classic 1972 Manassas album.
Such cuts made the listener wonder what could have been had Crosby, Stills and Nash recorded together more frequently, pooled their resources, and challenged each other artistically.

There were also rare outtakes, demos (an early Crosby demo of "Guinnevere" is exquisite!), and alternate remixes. It was one of the best box sets of 1991, and in a year that saw box sets from Aerosmith and the Clash, that was saying something. ;)

[Steve M.]

The best box set of 1991 was Bob Dylan's The Bootleg Series, Vols. 1-3 (Rare and Unreleased), 1961-1991.

http://www.musiq.pl/images/17/Bob_Dylan_Bootleg_Series__Vols__1_3__Rare___Unreleased__1961_1991.jpg

This three-CD box set compiled 58 - count'em, 58 - tracks Dylan had recorded in the previous thirty years but had never released before. Some of them were alternate versions of familiar Dylan tunes but many more were original songs that Dylan had never included on his records before, such as "Rambling, Gambling Willie" and "She's Your Lover Now." Of course, all of these recordings had been available as bootlegs, and the previously unissued original songs had been covered by other artists. Here, these tracks were all available for the first time on a professionally mixed and mastered official release, and on pristine digital audio. (Or was the digital audio part a good thing? :lol: )

Columbia promised more Dylan "Bootleg Series" releases in the future. No matter how many would be issued, it just wouldn't be enough. ;)

[Steve M.]

1. Michael Jackson's Dangerous album was not.

2. Also, those elaborate, extended videos featuring guest stars like George Wendt and Eddie Murphy were getting ridiculous - as were the documentaries showing how such videos were made (who gives a :censored: how they were made??).

3. Despite wasted cities, a tanking economy, and alarmingly high murder and drug use rates in these United States, Madonna insisted that Gen X's biggest problem was sexual inhibition.

4. Despite wasted cities, a tanking economy, and alarmingly high murder and drug use rates in these United States, Dan Quayle insisted that Gen X - indeed, all of America - had no problems.

5. Despite wasted cities, a tanking economy, and alarmingly high murder and drug use in these United States, George Herbert Walker Bush was patting himself on the back because young Americans would never have to worry about nuclear war again. We'd still have to worry about drive-by shootings, bad public schools, and the lack of public medical insurance, but we were in good shape because the Cold War was over. Thanks, George. You're a guy.

6. Pop groups like Deee Lite, Technotronic, and Color Me Badd sucked. And Right Said Fred blew. :p

7. Heavy rock bands were paying more attention to their hair than to their songs.

8. Remember all those pop stars who made register-and-vote ads in the 1990 election season? Turns out they either didn't vote or weren't even registered. Lenny Kravitz's excuse? "I forgot to vote." So much for for politically aware pop.

9. Some of us were actually beginning to like - like - Paula Abdul. Also, her single "Will You Marry Me" was considering daring - daring!! - because it was about a woman proposing to a man, not the other way around. Not exactly the same as urigng listeners to stick it to the man.

10. Two words - PHIL COLLINS!!

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

3. Despite wasted cities, a tanking economy, and alarmingly high murder and drug use rates in these United States, Madonna insisted that Gen X's biggest problem was sexual inhibition.

:yeahthat

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6. Pop groups like Deee Lite, Technotronic, and Color Me Badd sucked. And Right Said Fred blew. :p



Sorry to disappoint everyone, but I personally thought that "Pump Up the Jam" by Technotronic was one of the worst songs EVER. :mad: :barf:

[ABlairican Pie]

"In Bloom" was another great song with a hilarious video: the band appears on an old variety entertainment show in the 60's like Ed Sullivan, Shindig, or Ready Steady Go! in black and white footage. The band dresses up in suits and plays nicely until the whole set breaks out in utter chaos with shots of the band dressed in drag and horsing around, demolishing the props. All the while the audience cheers and claps along to the song while the camera crews spin around trying to keep it together. It's funny how the show host pronounces the band's name as if talking about being in proximity to Wheel of Fortune's gorgeous letter-turner: "Near Vanna!" :lol:

In Bloom

Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands

He’s the one
He likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say
He’s the one
He likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say yeahhh

We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom

He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don’t know what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say
He’s the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say yeahhh

He’s the one
who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not it means
And I say
He’s the one
who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
And I say yeahhh

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

How could an album like Nevermind provide such a jolt to the system of American society? Considering the complacency in both the music and social scenes in the country, Nirvana totally came from out of left field, it was something totally unexpected. Did Nirvana themselves anticipate this? They were noncommital about major labels calling them (or so the story goes, considering one track on the Bleach album where an answering message plays raving comments from a big label insisting on signing them, and the band cuts off the message with a snore), but like most bands, they may have figured that the album would probably sell a moderately decent amount, if at all.

Which turned out to be quite an understatement.

Breed

I don't care (x4)
care, Care if its old
I don't mind (x4)
Mind, if I don't have a mind
Get away (x4)
Away, away from your home
I'm afraid (x4)
Afraid,
ghost!

Even if you have
Even if you need
I don't mean to stare
We don't have to breed
We could plant a house
We could build a tree
I don't even care
We could have all three
She said (x8)

I don't care (x4)
care, Care if its old
I don't mind (x4)
Mind, if I don't have a mind
Get away (x4)
Away, away from your home
I'm afraid (x4)
Afraid,
ghost!

Even if you have
Even if you need
I don't mean to stare
We don't have to breed
We can plant a house
We can build a tree
I don't even care
We could have all three
She said (x8)

Even if you have
Even if you need
I mean to stare
We don't have to breed
We can plant a house
We can build a tree
I don't even care
We could have all three

She said (x8)
She said .. good!

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

One of Nirvana's most memorable tunes was in fact a plagiarized version of a 1985 song by Killing Joke, "Eighties", which actually has a faster riff than Nirvana's version. Killing Joke were about ready to sue the band, but they decided to settle out of court. The video was also stunning, though some images were slightly disturbing.

Come As You Are

Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy.
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memory-yeah
memory-yeah (x3)

Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memory-yeah
memory-yeah (x3)

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun (x2)

memory-yeah (x3)

memory-yeah - and I don't have a gun

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun (x4)
memory-yeah (x2)

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

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Below is a picture of Kurt Cobain at an in-store performance at the Mercer Street Tower Records in Seattle. What is really funny about this was that after Nirvana successfully knocked Michael Jackson of the charts, drummer Dave Grohl proceeded to spray paint graffiti all over Jackson's outdoor mural ad for the Dangerous album. As Grohl was a former employee of the store, Tower Records announced that due to his malicious mischief, Mr. Grohl would never be re-hired at Tower Records ever again. :nonono:

Boo-fricking-hoo, Dave. :rolleyes: :lol:

In a t.v. interview, when asked about why Nirvana had become so popular, the band's most personable member, bassist Krist Noviselic explained, "I'm not really quite sure why, it's like when you have a popular band, say like Extreme, and people become fans, and..."

Where Dave Grohl interrupted, "Extreme SUCKS!!!!"

And that right there, was the best explanation right there, for many people. :lol:

Here was another one of the band's biggest songs. One could tell that they had a spark that was sadly lacking in rock and pop songs in that day. Was Kurt trying to say something about his relative stability?

Lithium

I'm so happy 'cause today
I found my friends
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you
We broke our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday for all I care
And I'm not scared
Light my candles, in a daze
'Cause I've found god
Yeah yeah yeah yeah(x6)
yeah

I'm so lonely, that's ok I shaved my head
And I'm not sad
And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard
I'm not sure
I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there
And I don't care
I'm so horny, that's okay
My will is good
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (x6)
yeah

I like it - I'm not gonna crack
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack
I love you - I'm not gonna crack
I killed you - I'm not gonna crack
I like it - I'm not gonna crack
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack
I love you - I'm not gonna crack
I killed you - I'm not gonna crack

I'm so happy 'cause today
I found my friends
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you
We broke our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday for all I care
And I'm not scared
Light my candles in a daze
'Cause I've found god
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (x6)
yeah

I like it - I'm not gonna crack
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack
I love you - I'm not gonna crack
I killed you - I'm not gonna crack
I like it - I'm not gonna crack
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack
I love you - I'm not gonna crack
I killed you - I'm not gonna crack

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

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One song on the album brought a bit of controversy, an acoustic ballad called
"Polly." The song, about a rapist's musings over the treatment of his victim, was unsettling for many, especially when the band learned that a so-called fan sang the song while committing the rape on his own victim. The band condemned the act, referring to the assailant as a "worthless waste of sperm and eggs" who deserved to rot in jail. Nirvana may have been many, but violence toward women was NOT what they were about.

The overall tone of this "soft" song has a subtle disquieting quality.

Polly

Polly wants a cracker
Think I should get off her first
Think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch

Isn't me... Have a seed
Let me clip... Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride... Cut yourself
Want some help... Please myself
I got some rope... Haven't told
Promise you... I have been true
Let me take a ride... Cut yourself
Want some help... Please Myself

Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like some food
asked me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few

Isn't me... Have a seed
Let me clip... Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride... Cut yourself
Want some help... Please myself
I got some rope... Haven't told
Promise you... I have been true
Let me take a ride... Cut yourself
Want some help... Please Myself

Polly said...
Polly says her back hurts
She's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
Amazes me, the will of instinct

Isn't me... Have a seed
Let me clip... Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride... Cut yourself
Want some help... Please myself
I got some rope... Haven't told
Promise you... I have been true
Let me take a ride... Cut yourself
Want some help... Please Myself

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One could appreciate Nirvana's cheekiness and irreverence even on their album cover, with one photo featuring Kurt flipping the bird. The band had no warm nostalgic feelings for the distant past, as indicating by the opening verse of "Territorial Pissings," where they sang the chorus of the Youngbloods' 60's classic hit in a caterwauling, mocking tone. The new era of music had indeed arrived.

Territorial Pissings

"Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now"

When I was an alien
Cultures weren't opinions

Gotta find a way, to find a way, when I'm there
Gotta find a way - a better way - better wait

Never met a wise man
If so it's a woman

Gotta find a way, to find a way, when I'm there
Gotta find a way - a better way - better wait
(x2)

Just because you're paranoid
Don’t mean they're not after you

Gotta find a way, to find a way, when I'm there
Gotta find a way - a better way - better wait
(x3)

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[Steve M.]

Sorry to disappoint everyone, but I personally thought that "Pump Up the Jam" by Technotronic was one of the worst songs EVER. :mad: :barf:


Uh well, you got that right!
Yo sho' got that right! :D

[ABlairican Pie]

Uh well, you got that right!
Yo sho' got that right! :DYep, just because I post Technotronic here don't mean I have to LIKE them! Why have I posted them? It's like the old joke, "Why are you beating yourself in the head?" "Because it feels so good when I stop!" :bonk:

So the question rephrased is: "Why do you post a crappy Technotronic song?" Answer: "Because it feels so much better when Nirvana smacks my head at the end!!" :smash: :lol:

[Steve M.]

Bob Seger released his album The Fire Inside in 1991.

http://homepage2.nifty.com/daisuke-w/bob.files/image003.jpg

The album included a mix of covers and Seger originals (not to mention a peppy, piano-driven title song!), and its best cuts were a mix of Seger's Detroit and LA influences. Seger's own songs were getting less sociopolitical and more personal.

[ABlairican Pie]

Nirvana described their music as "the Beach Boys and the Bay City Rollers being molested by Black Sabbath." With that comment, a newfound appreciation and acceptance of Black Sabbath by rock critics had begun. People had begun to acknowledge the importance of the seminal metal group all due to the statements of a Seattle grunge band (was there in fact a newfound sense of contempt for the Bay City Rollers with this statement? ;) :lol: ). The popularity of Nirvana also confirmed the breakthrough of punk rock in America as well. Nirvana covered the bases, they looked and sounded "metal-ish" with a heavy "sloppy" brand of homegrown punk rage--as well as a bit of poppiness. Comparisons were also made of them and influential pop-oriented punk and alternative bands such as The Pixies and the Replacements.

Oddly enough, the band were rather disappointed by the album's production by Butch Vig. Kurt complained it sounded "too much like a Motley Crue album". He didn't want to sound like the sexist, macho bands he was eagar to replace.

Drain You

One baby to another says
'I'm lucky to met you'
I don't care what you think of mess
It is about me
It is now
But duty due completely drain you
I try to prove
But you defend I pinned your affection

Showed me for you
Pass it back and forth
Here I'll fasten a kiss
From my mouth to yours
I like you

With blah blah blah
You made it I became your pupil
You taught me everything
About a poisoned apple
The water is so yellow
I'm a healthy student
I did a grade for fact
Your mouth for fluids

Showed me for you
Pass it back and forth
Here I'll fasten a kiss
From my mouth to yours
I like you
You
You
You
You
You

One baby to another says
'I'm lucky to met you'
I don't care what you think of mess
It is about me
It is now
But duty due completely drain you
I try to prove
But you defend I pinned your affection

Showed me for you
Pass it back and forth
Here I'll fasten a kiss
From my mouth to yours
Slap it lips to lips
You're my vitamins
I like you

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Also with Nirvana came the idea that bands didn't need super-spiffed up, streamlined, customized gear to make great music. Guitars with candy-coated paint jobs cost a cool mint to buy, with guitar companies such as Jackson, Kramer, and ESP charging over a thousand dollars for a quality instrument. Kurt Cobain said that he liked his old Fender Jaguar and Mustang guitars because most people could relate to instruments that could barely stay in tune. They were simply crappy "pawnshop prizes" that were very affordable. Cobain said that the guy who invented his brand of Fenders "must have been a real dork." When informed that it was pioneering guitar maker Leo Fender who made them, he replied, "I guess I just called Leo Fender a dork. Now I'll never get an endorsement." :lol:

In the next few years, due the monumental success of Nirvana, the company came out with Cobain's own personal idea for the perfect Fender: a hybrid based on his drawings combining the Jaguar and Mustang, the Jag-Stang.

Not only were overpriced axes out the door, but also those infamous towering guitar-effects monstrosities the RACKS had fallen out of favor. Bands were stripping down their sound in favor of vintage guitar effects pedals (as evidenced by primier Seattle grunge band Mudhoney's album title Superfuzz Bigmuff).

Lounge Act

Truth, covered in security
I can't let you smother me
I'd like to but I couldn't work
Trading off and taking turns
I don't regret a thing

I'v got this friend, you see
Who makes me feel
And I wanted more
Than I could steal
I'll arrest myself
And wear a shield
I'll go out of my way
To prove I still
Smell her on you

Don't, tell me what I wanna hear
Afraid of never knowing fear
Experience anything you need
I'll keep fighting jealousy
Until it's f:censored:ing gone

I'v got this friend, you see
Who makes me feel
And I wanted more
Than I could steal
I'll arrest myself
And wear a shield
I'll go out of my way
To prove I still
Smell her on you

Truth, covered in security
I can't let you smother me
I'd like to but I couldn't work
Trading off and taking turns
I don't regret a thing

I've got this friend, you see
Who makes me feel
And I wanted more
Than I could steal
I'll arrest myself
And wear a shield
I'll go out of my way to make you a deal
We've made a pact to learn from who
Even we want Whitout new rules
We'll share what's lost and what we grew
They'll go out for their way to prove they still
Smell her on you
They still, smell her on you
Smell her on you

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

Dave and Krist in an MTV interview:

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Nirvana's activities were as wild as their music. The band were even kicked out of their own record release party for causing a food fight! :eek: :lol:

Stay Away

Monkey See, monkey do
I don't know why
I'd rather be dead than cool
I don't know why

I don't know why
Less is more love is blind
I don't know why

Stay
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away

Give an inch, take a smile
I don't know why
Fashion s:censored:s fashion style
I don't know why
Throw it out, keep it in
I don't know why
Have to have poison
I don't know why

Stay
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away

Away
Away

Stay
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away

Monkey See, monkey do
I don't know why
I'd rather be dead than cool
I don't know why
Hear the line engine rhyme
I don't know why
Less is more love is blind
I don't know why

Stay
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away

Away
Away

Stay
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away

Stay
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Stay away
God is gay

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

Krist:

[ABlairican Pie]

On a Plain

I'll Start this off
Without any words
I got so high
That I scratched till I bleed

I love myself
Better than you
I know it's wrong
So what should I do?

The finest Day
That I've ever had
Was when I learned
To cry on command

I love myself
Better than you
I know it's wrong
So what should I do?

I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain

My mother died
Every night
It's safe to say
Don't quote me on that

I love myself
Better than you
I know it's wrong
So what should I do?

Black sheep got
Blackmailed again
Forgot to put
On the zip code

I Love myself
Better than you
I know it's wrong
So what should I do?

I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain

Somewhere I have heard this before
In a dream my memory stored
As a defense, I'm neutered and spayed
What the hell am I trying to say?

It is now time
To make it unclear
To write off lines
That don't make sense

I love myself
Better than you
I know it's wrong
So what should I do?

One more special
Message to go
Then I'm done
And I can go home

I love myself
Better than you
I know it's wrong
So what should I do?

I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
I can't complain

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

This next song, a softer number, was followed on the CD by an untitled long distorted, tortured jamfest track that is not advisable to play in a Godfather's pizza jukebox during lunch hour.

What set Nirvana apart from other bands filling stadiums in the day was their complete spontenaity and chaos in their shows. The band would end a set with each member trashing their instruments and collapsing on each other on many occasions.

Something in the Way

Underneath the bridge
The top has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from my ceiling
It's ok to eat fish
Cause they don't have any feelings

Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm
Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm
Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm

Underneath the bridge
The top has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from my ceiling
It's ok to eat fish
Cause they don't have any feelings

Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm
Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm
Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm
Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm
Something in the way
Ummmmm
Something in the way, yea
Ummmmm

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Former members of Mother Love Bone formed a band after Andrew Wood's death that named themselves Mookie Blaylock after the famed basketball player. They then dropped the name and teamed up with members of Soundgarden for a one-time album to pay tribute to their fallen lead singer. The band and their self-titled album was Temple of the Dog, a band which was so critically acclaimed that Neil Peart of Rush was impressed enough by the band's output that he wanted them to open for them on their upcoming tour--until he found out that the band did not officially exist except for the one album. Besides, the former members of Mother Love Bone had found a new lead singer that can be heard on the album along with Soundgarden's Chris Cornell. That lead singer would change the face of rock and roll in a way comparable with Kurt Cobain.

Hunger Strike

I don't mind stealing bread
From the mouths of decadence
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already overfilled

But it's on the table
The fire is cooking
And they're farming babies
While the slaves are working
The blood is on the table
And their mouths are choking
But I'm growing hungry

(repeat lyrics)

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Say Hello 2 Heaven

Please, mother mercy
Take me from this place
And the long winded curses
I keep hearing in my head
Words never listen
And teachers never learn
Now I'm warm from the candle
But I feel too cold to burn
He came from an island
And he died from the street
He hurt so bad like a soul breaking
But he never said nothing to me

So say hello to heaven

New like a baby
Lost like a prayer
The sky was your playground
But the cold ground was your bed
Poor stargazer
She's got no tears in her eyes
Smooth like whisper
She knows that love heals all wounds with time
Now it seems like too much love
Is never enough, you better seek out
Another road 'cause this one has
Ended abrupt, say hello to heaven

I never wanted
To write these words down for you
With the pages of phrases
Of things we'll never do
So I blow out the candle, and
I put you to bed
Since you can't say to me
Now how the dogs broke your bone
There's just one thing left to be said
Say hello to heaven

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

The former members of Mother Love Bone had found a new lead singer, a young surfer from San Diego who had a perfect set of pipes. The young man's name was Eddie Vedder and together the band, consisting of Mike McCready and Stone Gossard on guitars, Jeff Ament on bass, and Dave Abbruzzeseon drums formed a band that put Seattle on the map on equal footing with Nirvana. The band's name was

PEARL JAM.

Instead of the dissonant punk of Nirvana, there was something about Pearl Jam that had both a distinct groove, more than a hint of heavy distortion, and a classic rock vibe about them. Their debut album Ten featured songs that would become anthems about disenfranchised youth in much the same way that "Smells Like Teen Spirit" had. Songs such as "Alive", "Even Flow," "Jeremy" and "Black" struck a definite chord with young people.

Once

I admit it...what's to say
I'll relive it...without pain
backstreet lover on the side
of the road
I got a bomb in my tmeple
that is gonna explode
I got a .16 gauge buried
under my clothes...I play.
once upon a time I could control myself
once upon a time I could lose myself
oh try and mimic..what's insane
I am in it...where do I stand?
indian summer I hate the heat
I got a backstreet lover on the passenger seat
I got my hand in my pocket
so determined
discreet...I pray.

once upon a time I could control myself
once upon a time I could lose myself
once upon a time I could love myself
once upon a time I could love myself

once
once
once

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

[Cactus Jack]

I like it - I'm not gonna crack
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack
I love you - I'm not gonna crack
I killed you - I'm not gonna crack
I like it - I'm not gonna crack
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack
I love you - I'm not gonna crack
I killed you - I'm not gonna crack



Talk about misheard lyrics, whenever Ive heard that song I thought he said "Im not comin back" in that part LOL

[ABlairican Pie]

Talk about misheard lyrics, whenever Ive heard that song I thought he said "Im not comin back" in that part LOLThat was the other thing about Nirvana, a lot of people didn't even understand what they were saying. :confused: Which made for a great Weird Al spoof of "Smells Like Teen Spirit." :lol:

[ABlairican Pie]

Pearl Jam created one of the most distinctive sounds in rock, a sort of danceable groove to a heavy riff and beat, as evidenced in one of their first hits, "Even Flow." This became the signature beat for Seattle that would influence countless bands for years on afterward.

The lyrics were also perfect for the post-Reagan America, themes of homelessness, disenfranchisement, and unemployment. Pearl Jam were clearly tapping a nerve with young people. The video also gave the raw excitement of a Pearl Jam concert with Eddie Vedder climbing the ceiling railings and diving into a crowd.

Even Flow

Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again.
Oh, feelin' maybe he'll see a little better set a days, ooh yeah
Oh hand out faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, ooh yeah
Oh, dark grin he can't help when he's happy, looks insane ooh

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yeah
Oh, someday, yea, he'll begin his life again
Life again, Life again

Kneeling, looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read, ooh yeah
Oh, praying now to something that has never showed him anything
Oh, feeling understands the weather of the winters on its way
Oh, ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame, hey

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yeah
Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again
Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away
Him away, him away
Yeah
Woo, Ah Yeah, f:censored: your money

(Guitar Solo - Breakdown)

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yeah
Ah someday yet he'll begin his life again, yeah
Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away
Him away, him away
Yeah
Woo, Uh huh yeah, yeah yeah, momma mommy

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: :banana: :mango