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

[ABlairican Pie]

Shadow of the Season

The hour is ending, can't you see
There is no way now, to get free
In the shadow of the season
Without a reason, to carry on
Without a reason, without a reason

And from the north woods
Down to the valley
In a world of hurting, I'm moving on
And from the lighthouse
Out on the ocean
Can't climb the mountain, so very tall

Said Lord please give me what I need
He said there's pain and misery
Oh sweet oblivion feels alright

The hour is drawing ever closer
And rolling over, won't let me be
In the shadow of the season
To find a reason, to carry on

Said Lord please give me what I need
He said there's pain and misery
Oh sweet oblivion

She calls me onward to her side
And feels her song deep inside
And find a reason

In the shadow of the season
To find a reason to carry on
In the shadow of the season
To find a reason to carry on
Find a reason to carry on
To carry on
To find a reason to carry on
To carry on

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Guitarist Van Connor in the front of the Shadow of the Season single cover:

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Butterfly

Changing memories they fade away
The hours and the days
While in the sunshine, the sunshine bright
I kept you on my mind

Cry, cry butterfly
Heard it on the wings that you're going to die
Cry, cry butterfly
Well i'm sick and i want to go home

Up to an empty room
Four walls around, nothing to be found
Of empty promises in a lonesome town
Let me lay you down

Cry, cry butterfly
Heard it on the wings that you're going to die
Cry, cry butterfly
Well i'm sick and i want to go home

The changing memories they fade away
In the hours in the day
While in the sunshine, the sunshine bright
I kept you on my mind

Cry, cry butterfly
Heard it on the wings that you're going to die
Cry, cry butterfly
And i'm sick and i want to go home

Cry, cry butterfly
Heard it on the wings that you're going to die
Cry, cry butterfly
And i'm sick and i want to go home
Well i'm sick and i want to go home
That i'm sick and i want to go home

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Winter Song

Jesus knocking on my door
Late last night and early this morning
Window glass, rusted and weary
I went straight through
Didn't hear no warning

Just a roll of the dice
And a precious vice
To bring you round, it's easier
When i'm wasting my time
And i'm losing my mind
Oh my mind

Try to wait for the sky to fall
It's kind of hard not to see it all
Whisper a song of winter in your heart

Dead end street, just out my back door
I heard what's seen, a young girl laughing
Now raindrops fall away like souls
I wondered if she ever heard mine dying

Just a roll of the dice, and a precious vice
To bring you round, it's easier
When i'm wasting my time
And i'm losing my mind
Oh my mind

Trying to wait for the sky to fall
It's kind of hard now to see it all
Whisper a song of winter in your heart
Trying to wait for the sky to fall
It's kind of hard now to see it all
Whisper a song of winter in your heart

Jesus knocking on my door
One last time, and early this morning


Mark Lanegan live:

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One Seattle album from 1990 that should not be forgotten is Dear 23 from the more melodic alternative band, The Posies. The band, fronted by songwriting and musical partners Jon Auer and Ken Stringfellow, recorded a song, "Golden Blunders", which was covered by none other than.....

Ringo Starr. :eek: :rock:

This showed the immense potential of Seattle when you have one of the biggest names in the world covering one of your songs. Ringo's isn't bad at all, either. Perhaps it was the connection to "Golden Slumbers" from Abbey Road that made him think about covering it. Got to see this band twice at Bumbershoot, 1990 and 1991. Golden Blunders

Golden blunders come in pairs, they're very unaware
What they know is what they've seen
Education wasn't fun, but now that school is done
Higher learning's just begun

(Chorus)
You're gonna watch what you say for a long time
You're gonna suffer the guilt forever
You're gonna get in the way at the wrong time
You're gonna mess up things you thought you would never

Disappointment breeds contempt, it make you feel inept
Never thought you'd feel alone (at home)
His and hers forever more, throw your freedom out of the door
Before you find out what it's for

(Chorus)

Four weeks seemed like a long time then - but nine months is longer now
But even if you never speak again - you've already made the wedding vow

(Chorus)

Honeymoons will never start, bonds will blow apart
Just as fast as they were made
Men and women please beware : don't pretend you care
Nothing lasts when nothing's there

(Repeat Chorus)

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Here is a photo of the band from a 1989 cover of Seattle's local music magazine, The Rocket .

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Tad, a Seattle band fronted by hefty rocker Tad Doyle, released a Sub Pop album called 8 Way Santa that originally featured a photo of a couple engaged in a racy embrace. When the couple found that their photo was used without their permission, they threatened legal action, thus resulting in the change in the album cover below. Tad Doyle can be seen in the black outfit second from the right. He comes across as a sort of "mountain man" of rock, citing the "hillbillies that made Ned Beatty squeal like a pig" in the movie 'Deliverance'--"they're my role models!" He obviously has a warped sense of humor--perfect for Seattle.

His main hit has been a little drinking number called "Jack Pepsi"--named after his favorite combination, Jack Daniels and Pepsi Cola. Rumor has it that PepsiCo threatened legal action over unauthorized use of their name and logo in the single. You just can't win.

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The banned Tad logo:

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The UN-banned Jack Pepsi logo, reflecting Tad Doyle's "redneck" sensibilities:

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Now that the Seattle scene had firmly taken root and changed the shape of music, now came a slew of bands that successfully mimicked the sound of the original bands in hopes that they would share that success. Such as Stone Temple Pilots, a band from San Diego whose lead vocalist Scott Weiland drew instant comparisons to Pearl Jam's Eddie Vedder. Their debut album was Core, with a hard-hitting song which was misconstrued as a song condoning sexual harrassment--when in fact the opposite was true:

Sex Type Thing

I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldn’t want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?

I ain’t, I ain’t, I ain’t
A buyin’ into your apathy
I’m gonna learn ya my philosophy
You wanna know about atrocity, atrocity?

I know you want what’s on my mind
I know you like what’s on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know

I am a man, a man
I’ll give ya somethin’ that ya won’t forget
I said ya shouldn’t have worn that dress
I said ya shouldn’t have worn that dress

I know you want what’s on my mind
I know you like what’s on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know

Here I come, I come, I come

I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldn’t want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?

I know you want what’s on my mind
I know you like what’s on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
I know you want what’s on my mind
I know you like what’s on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know

Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come

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[Cactus Jack]

Sure, if it's about a rock artist who gets into movies or t.v., that's good, too. Like Jon Bon Jovi is not only a rock performer but an accomplished actor. :cool:
OK but he's not a rocker he's just a randm guy with a good imagination that keeps getting fired from everywhere he's worked

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OK but he's not a rocker he's just a randm guy with a good imagination that keeps getting fired from everywhere he's workedOh, I meant if it's about Weird Al, I'll post that, and if it's about a character that Weird Al plays, I'll post that too, his character doesn't have to be a rocker. It's about something that Weird Al has done. Now I'm curious!
:lol:

Kinda funny how every comedy is about down-on-their-luck guys who can't keep a job. :lol:

This IS a comedy, right? Not serious high drama? :confused:

Actually, that's a joke. :joke: :lol:

But even though, a lot of comedies are about down-on-their-luck guys who can't keep jobs, it's still great because, as I understand movies and screenplays, it's a common way to start out because it shows the one side of a character arc, our hero sucks at everything he's ever done his whole life job-wise, and we can relate to that, 'cause hey, we've all been down that road before. "I was planning to make a career out of installing inner soles in shoes, but ever since they fired me, my life has no meaning!!!!" :crying: So through the film we see how he succeeds at doing something really great!

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In addition to Scott Weiland, the other members of STP included Dean DeLeo on guitar, his brother Robert DeLeo on bass, and drummer Eric Kretz. Both Weiland and Robert met each other, strangely enough, at a Black Flag concert in 1990 when they found out they were dating the same woman. They decided to form a band together and called themselves at first Mighty Joe Young, a Disney movie about a gorilla, of all things. They decided to name themselves after an obscene reference to classic film actress Shirley Temple's anatomy :eek: hence the initials "S.T.P." but then decided on the nonsensical moniker Stone Temple Pilots. The motor oil company also had problems with their acronym as well.

Dean DeLeo claims to be a fan of rock fusion guitar wizard Alan Holdsworth, but no one hears any such hint of that in their music. Was the success of STP due to the industry's willingness to cash in on anything even remotely resembling the new rock gods from Seattle? One even hears shades of not only Eddie Vedder but Layne Staley in Weiland's vocals. This would not the only similarity he would share with Staley.

Here is perhaps their most popular song--which feels like a slowed-down version of Pearl Jam's "Even Flow":

Plush

And I feel that time’s a wasted go
So where ya going to tommorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
Would you even care?

And I feel it
And I feel it

Where ya going for tommorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?

And I feel it
And she feels it

Where ya going to tommorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it

Where ya going for tommorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
To find it
To find it
To find it

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Here is another song which sounds suspiciously like something else--like Led Zeppelin. For all the bands in the 80's that mimicked the mighty Zep, here was one song by a quasi-grunge band that sounded a bit like "In the Light" from the Physical Graffiti album:

Wicked Garden

can you feel like a child?
can you see what i want?
i wanna run through your wicked garden,
heard that's the place to find you,
cuz i'm alive, so alive now
i know the darkness blinds you.

can you see without eyes?
can you speak without lies?
i wanna drink from your naked fountain,
i could drown your sorrows,
i'm gonna burn, burn you alive now,
out of the chains that bind you.

can you see just like a child?
can you see just what i want?
can i bring you back to life?
are you still alive?

burn, burn, burn,
burn your wicked garden down.
burn,burn, burn,
burn your wicked garden to the ground.

can you feel pain inside?
can you love? can you cry?
i wanna run through your wicked garden,
heard that's the place to find you,
cuz i'm alive, so alive know,
out of the dark that blinds you.

can you see just like a child?
can you see just what i want?
can i bring you back to life?
are you still alive?

burn, burn, burn,
burn your wicked garden down.
burn, burn, burn,
burn your wicked garden to the ground.

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

[Cactus Jack]

Oh, I meant if it's about Weird Al, I'll post that, and if it's about a character that Weird Al plays, I'll post that too, his character doesn't have to be a rocker. It's about something that Weird Al has done. Now I'm curious!
:lol:

Kinda funny how every comedy is about down-on-their-luck guys who can't keep a job. :lol:

This IS a comedy, right? Not serious high drama? :confused:

Actually, that's a joke. :joke: :lol:

But even though, a lot of comedies are about down-on-their-luck guys who can't keep jobs, it's still great because, as I understand movies and screenplays, it's a common way to start out because it shows the one side of a character arc, our hero sucks at everything he's ever done his whole life job-wise, and we can relate to that, 'cause hey, we've all been down that road before. "I was planning to make a career out of installing inner soles in shoes, but ever since they fired me, my life has no meaning!!!!" :crying: So through the film we see how he succeeds at doing something really great!
Ok Ill post that!

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Here is their one song that tapped perfectly into images of futility and decay in much the same way that Alice In Chains were doing. The opening lyrics are memorable:

Dead and Bloated

I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated

I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated

Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run

You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'

I am trampled under sole of
another man's shoes
Guess I walked too softly

Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run

You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'

I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated

I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me, somebody gave me,
somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed

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No one could deny, in spite of the Alice In Chains and Pearl Jam comparisons, that Scott Weiland had a strong voice and a magnetic stage presence.

Crackerman

Kickin’ as I’m tryin’ to sleep
I got the mud beaneath my shoes
Rubber band, rubberband
Gun in hand, gun in hand
I wanna use

Roamin’, roamin’, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don’t care, yeah and I don’t care
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much

Trippin’ as I’m thinkin’
’bout a boy, his name was sue
He’s a man, he’s man
Crackerman, crackerman
He’s a woman too

Roamin’, roamin’, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don’t care, yeah and I don’t care
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much

And I’m thinkin’
While I’m thinkin’
And I’m thinkin’
While I’m thinkin’

Roamin’, roamin’, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don’t care, yeah and I don’t care
Roamin’, roamin’, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much

And I’m thinkin’
While I’m thinkin’
And I’m thinkin’
While I’m thinkin’

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One band not from Seattle that was strongly tied to the grunge movement was Smashing Pumpkins from Chicago. The band was fronted by lead vocalist Billy Corgan who was considered one of the most innovative guitar players in the 90's. Other band members included James Iha on guitar, D'arcy on bass, and drummer Jimmy Chamberlin. Though their debut album Gish was released in the spring of 1991, the album's popularity peaked a year later. The album, produced by Butch Vig who did Nevermind, drew from many influences such as Black Sabbath and psychedelic pop. But just as the band had found its success at the peak of the grunge explosion, things were falling apart personally for the band: Iha and D'arcy, who were going together while in the band, had undergone a very volatile breakup, and Chamberlin was steeped in drug and alcohol addiction. A very depressed Corgan sought to resolve the band's problems by plunging himself into becoming a workaholic, recording all instruments and vocals for tracks on a second album.

Rhinoceros

Planned a show
Trees and Balloons
Ice cream snow
See you in June

Could have known
I would reveal
Should have known
I would conceal your way

She knows, she knows, she knows
She knows, she knows, she knows
How's it
She knows, she knows, she knows

Colors show
After the moon
I should go
See you in June
Your way

Open your eyes
To these must I lie?

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I Am One

I am one as you are three
Try to find messiah in your trinity
Your city to burn
Your city to burn
Try to look for something
In your city to burn, you'll burn
Am I as I seem?
I'm down
Down, so down

Time is right for a guiding light
Try to turn to reasons in your bitter life
Your city to burn
Your city to burn
Try to look for something
In your city to burn, you'll burn

See you, don't you just want to
See you, I am one
See you, don't you just want to
See you

See you, don't you just want to
See you, I am one
See you, don't you just want to
See you, I am one

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Siva

I spin off and lose my head
Throwing stray a spark instead
Gather strenghth down in my heel
And dig it in the world I peel

Way down deep within my heart
Lies a soul that's torn apart
Tell me, tell me what your after
I just want to get there faster

I don't live - I inhale
I don't give - I unveil
Don't want to live in your misery
I don't live - I inhale

Sprinkle all my kisses on your head
Stars full of wishes fill our beds
She said, "I'm dead"

All this pain smothers me
Like a bomb that you can't see
Tell me, tell me what your after
I just want to get there faster

I don't live - I inhale
I don't give - I unveil
I don't live - I inhale
I don't live

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Tritessa

Pledged your faith
My heart embraced
Struggle to renew

Blurry mind
so hypnotized
Fast enough who

Wonder where you are
Tristessa

Soul takes soul
As I take eye
I will wait for you

Hang on to your life
Tristessa

I love you true
Surely I do
I love you true
Surely I do
Surely I do
Surely I do (no)

Do you ever wake up and find yourself alone?
Do you ever wake far from home?
What you believe
You'll wish to recieve
I won't believe in you
Tristessa
Tristessa
Tristessa

[Steve M.]

At the end of 1991, James Taylor released New Moon Shine, considered by many to be his best album in years.

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The album's highlight was "Copperline," a song about growing up in a mythical small town.

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An all-female band, L7, released Bricks Are Heavy. The one standout track, "Pretend We're Dead" was not really indicative of their sounds featured on previous independent albums such as Smell the Magic and Hungry For Stink. The trio played a harder brand of "grunge" while the popular MTV video for "Pretend We're Dead" was a little poppier. But often it was the poppy tune that introduced audiences to a more extreme picture of the band. As such was the case, many so-called "grunge" and alternative fans most likely paid little attention to independent albums--they waited for THE NEXT BIG THING on a major label.

As was evidenced by guitarist Donita Sparks' comments about her choice of guitar (The Gibson Flying V--"I call it the Flying Vagina!"), the band were masters at salacious, sexually explicit lyrics. Perhaps bringing more controversy than this was their stance on being pro-choice advocates--a position which brought them a number of death threats and hate mail from extremists calling themselves "pro-life."

Pretend We're Dead

What’s up with what’s going down
In every city, in every town
Cramping styles is the plan
They’ve got us in the palm of every hand

When we pretend that we’re dead
When we pretend that we’re dead
They can’t hear a word we’ve said
When we pretend that we’re dead

Turn the tables with our unity
They neither moral nor majority
Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say no to individuality

When we pretend that we’re dead
When we pretend that we’re dead
They can’t hear a word we’ve said
When we pretend that we’re dead

Come on, come on, come on come on

When we pretend that we’re dead
When we pretend that we’re dead
They can’t hear a word we’ve said
When we pretend that we’re dead
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[Steve M.]

The nineties brought a conrucopia of tribute albums to verteran artists - which made sense, since rock had so many elder statesmen. Elton John was among the first to be so honored.

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Two Rooms (the title referred to an Elton John-Bernie Taupin composition about their long-distance songwriting partenrship, "Two Rooms At the End of the World") brought perormers from just about every pop genre together on this record singing Elton John and Bernie Taupin's greatest hits, such as the Beach Boys ("Crocodile Rock"), Oleta Adams ("Don't Let the Sun Go Down On Me"), Eric Clapton ("Border Song"), Rod Stewart ("Your Song"), and the Who (a medley of "Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting" and "Take Me To the Pilot"). It was a good album except for one track. . .

WIlson Phillips singing "Daniel!" :barf:

[Steve M.]

Finally, after a long hiatus in which he straightened his life out, Elton released his twenty-third studio album in 1992, The One.

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And, as the cover indicates, he finally had hair again! :lol:

The One featured an intense title song with images of love and oceans, as well "The Last Song," about a young man dying of AIDS reching a reapproachment with his father.

[Cactus Jack]

Lets go back to 1989 for a while and look at a movie Weird Al made called

UHF!!!!

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[Cactus Jack]

Here;s the imdb summary :
Weird Al brings his talent of musical parodies to the movies. A local public station gets a new owner played by Weird Al. The station becomes a hit, with all sorts of hilarious site gags and wacky humor


I have to day one of the funniest moves EVER MADE! The cast is hilarious

especially Micheal Richards as Stanley Spadowski, a janitor who gets fired from his job at a rival station, THEN he gets hired to do a hsow and he's like the Elvis of the station

[Cactus Jack]

Other hilarious characters included Kuni, a karate teacher who always told his students they were " so stupiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid", Raul, a guy who had an aanimal show where he taught poodles how to lfy by throwing them out the windows

Movie/show spoofs included
Gandhi II
Wheel of Fish
Celebrity Mud Wrestling
Conan the LIbrarian
and tons more


There were even a couple songs, one which spoofed MOney For Nothing, it was a video and Al had the head abdn like Mark Knopfler


Money For Nothing/Beverly Hillbillies
by Al Yankovic

Lyrics:

Beverly

Beverly Hillbillies

Huh, now lookie here people
Listen to my story
A little story 'bout a man named Jed
You know something?
That poor mountaineer
They say he barely kept his family fed

Now, let me tell you
One day he was shootin'
Old Jed was shootin' at some food
When all of a sudden right up from the ground, there
Well, there came a bubblin' crude

Oil that is Well, maybe you call it black gold or Texas tea
He gonna move next to Mr. Drysdale And be a Beverly hillbilly...

Before you know it, all the kinfolk are-a-sayin'
Yeah, buddie, move away from there
That little Clampet got his own cement pond
That little Clampet, he's a millionaire

Now, everyone said Californie
Is the place that you oughta be
We got to load up this here truck now
We got to move to Beverly
Hills, that is

Swimming pools
Move-a-move-a-movie stars
Huh
Lookit that, lookit that

Beverly Beverly Beverly hillbillies
Y'all come back now, y'hear?
Beverly Beverly Beverly hillbillies
Beverly Beverly Beverly hillbillies
Beverly Beverly Beverly hillbillies

[Cactus Jack]

http://www.com-www.com/weirdal/pix/uhf-case.jpgThe UHF soundtrack back cover!

[Cactus Jack]

And of course the title song!

UHF


Put down your remote control, throw out your TV guide.
Put away your jacket, there's no need to go outside.
Don't you know that we control the horizontal.
We control the vertical, too.
We gonna make a couch potato out of you.
That's what we're goin' to do, now.
Don't change the channel, don't touch that dial.
We got it all on UHF.
Kick off your sneakers 'n' stick around for awhile.
(We got it all) on UHF.
Don't worry 'bout your laundry, forget about your job.
Just crank up the volume and yank off the knob.
We got it all, (we got it all) We got it all on UHF.

Disconnect the phone, now, leave the dishes in the sink.
You better put away your homework, prime time ain't no time to think.
All you do is make yourself a TV dinner.
Press your face right up against the screen.
We gonna show you things you ain't ever seen.
If you know what I mean, now.

Don't change the channel, don't touch that dial.
We got it all on UHF.
Kick off your sneakers 'n' stick around for awhile.
(We got it all) on UHF.
Don't worry 'bout your laundry, forget about your job.
Just crank up your volume and yank off your knob.
We got it all, (we got it all) We got it all on UHF.

You can watch us all day, you can watch us all night.
You can watch us any time that you please.
You can sit around and stare at the picture tube
Till your brain turns to cottage cheese.

Well, now, don't change the channel, don't touch that dial.
(We got it all on UHF.)
Kick off your sneakers 'n' stick around for awhile.
(We got it all) on UHF.
Don't worry 'bout your laundry, forget about your job.
You gotta crank up the volume, yank off the knob.
We got it all, (we got it all) We got it all on UHF.

(We got it all on UHF) UHF (We got it all on UHF) UHF
(We got it all on UHF) UHF (We got it all on UHF) We got it all
(We got it all on UHF) on UHF (We got it all on UHF) UHF
(We got it all on UHF) UHF (We got it all on UHF) We got it all,
we got it all (We got it all on UHF) UHF
(We got it all on UHF) We got it all, we got it all
(We got it all on UHF) UHF

[Steve M.]

One year after putting out The Worst Rock 'N' Roll Records of All Time with his buddy Owen O'Donnell, Jimmy Guterman put out a new book in 1992, The Best Rock 'n' Roll Records Of All Time.

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Guterman tried to balance his list by emphasizing as many black performers as possible, as well as many female performers as possible, on his list of the one hundred best albums - "The nature of long-playing albums," he wrote in the introduction, "which is that they are intended for a more well-off audience than that of singles, makes a listing of great records both whiter and maler than a singles listing or a roundup of favorite artists" - and he limited himself to one album per artist. Not only did Guterman include rock and soul records, he also included country, jazz, and reggae LP's as well.

The book includes his list of the twenty greatest singles of all time, as well as several other appendices. His choice for greatest album was Rod Stewart's Every Picture Tells a Story; his choice for best single was Jerry Lee Lewis's "Whole Lot of Shakin' Goin' On."

Jimmy Guterman's list of the 100 greatest albums has since changed, and updates can be found at www.guterman.com .

Sorry, no Black Sabbath albums are on the list. No Family albums, either. But the Rolling Stones's Exile On Main Street is number two. "Listening to Exile On Main Street over and over," he wrote, "is undoubtedly a more pleasurable experience than repeated exposure to Jethro Tull albums."

(I think we've established that Jimmy Guterman hates Jethro Tull. :lol: :eek: )

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L7's Smell the Magic was released a year before their breakthrough. Erred when saying Hungry For Stink was released earlier, it was released in 1994.

Songs from Smell the Magic included "Packin' a Rod", "American Society" and "Shove." The t-shirt for the album was intriguing in that it had a man kneeling in a submissive position before a lingerie clad woman. Very kinky. Very L7.

American Society

Don’t wanna drown
Don’t wanna be found
This is not my destiny
Oh yeah
No twentieth century casualty
Oh yeah

I don’t wanna watch television
I don’t wanna listen to the radio
I don’t wanna drown in american society

Don’t wanna be rich
Now can’t you see the way they dress
They dress
Well they’re a bloody tax mess
I don’t wanna go to the movies
I don’t wanna listen to the company
Don’t wanna drown in american society

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Here is the cover to L7's 1990 debut. It contained the song "Bite the Wax Tadpole."

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1992 was becoming the year of the Riotgrrrls, a new phenomenon originating in the capital of Washington State, Olympia. It was a musical/cultural movement that called for empowerment of females and of shattering of stereotypes regarding women (or is it womyn?). It was a radical
new feminism set against the alternative music background.

One band from Seattle that was tied into the Riotgrrrl movement, before distancing itself from it, was 7 Year Bitch. The all-female band featuring vocalist Selene Vigil, Stefanie Sargent on guitar, Liz Davis on bass, and drummer Valerie Agnew played a raging brand of rocking punk, with little musical proficiency but tons of DIY musical attitude. They were about to become another next big thing out of Seattle when Pearl Jam asked them to replace them on their tour with the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Instead, a devastating tragedy struck.

A song from their 1992 album Sick'em:

Dead Men Don't Rape

You ain’t got the right tellin’ me I’m uptight
And I’m not obligated to give in ’cuz you’re frustrated
No, my revenge is death, ’cuz you deserve the best
And I’m not turned on by your masculinity
Dead men don’t rape
I don’t have pity not a single tear
For those who get joy from a woman’s fear
I’d rather get a gun and just blow you away
Then you’ll learn first hand
Dead men don’t rape

You’re getting sucked into society’s sickest
Don’t go out alone you might get raped
But not by a dead man ’cuz
Dead men don’t rape

You ain’t got the right tellin’ me I’m uptight
Dead men don’t rape

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The 1992 album by 7 Year Bitch, Sick'em, included songs such as the pro-peace anthem "No F:censored:ing War" and "In Lust We Trust".

In Lust We Trust

I’m still recoverin’ from you whiplash love
Hit and run
It’s not like I was taken for a ride
We never even got inside
Hit and run
So when in lust you trust
You’re gonna get left in the dust
Oh when in lust you trust
You’re gonna get left in the dust

Not like your just crusin’ round the clock
You’re travelin’ at the speed of light
Now you’re up there with all those other stars

Well twinkle, twinkle little star
Yeah twinkle, twinkle little star
’cuz now I wonder where you are?
Oh now I wonder where you are?
Yeah now I wonder where the hell you are?

(scream)
Been hit
Whip
Lash
Break
Stop

Oh I’m recoverin’ from your whiplash love
Hit and run
My mouth’s wrapped ’round another bottle
And your foot’s like lead on the throttle
Hit and run

So when in lust you trust
You’re gonna get left in the dust
Oh when in lust you trust
You’re gonna get left in the dust

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On June 28, 1992, 7 Year Bitch lost guitarist Stefanie Sargent to a heroin overdose. Oddly enough, the 90's were turning out to be a decade where some up and coming musicians were dying before their big break, as was the case with Andrew Wood in Mother Love Bone. The Seattle sisters vowed to continue, replacing Sargent with guitarist Roisine Dunne, who herself would die in 1996.

Seattle was not only becoming a city with exciting new radical music, but a town that became a Mecca for the drug of the decade, heroin. And sadly, it was becoming a town that was developing a legacy of fallen rockers from Jimi Hendrix to Andrew Wood.

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The Gits were another Seattle band fronted by a female singer, Mia Zapata, another rage-filled chanteuse with a dynamite stage presence. Their 1992 album Frenching the Bully, with songs such as "Absynthe", "Another Shot of Whiskey", and "While You're Twisting, I'm Still Breathing," was a local hit, and the band was able to successfully tour Europe without label support, but by the help of fans and friends overseas.

For all the Riotgrrrl rage and punk rock fury against male sexism, The Gits were
about to become a center of the storm in an unspeakable tragedy a year later. :(

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Mia Zapata live:

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The Gits live:

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After a brief hiatus, Seattle's own Skin Yard, returned with new drummer Barrett Martin for one of their best albums, 1000 Smiling Knuckles, which featured classic songs such as the title track and "Material Freak," and "Psychoriflepowerhypnotized." But soon the band broke up after that to form new influential groups, and guitarist Jack Endino went on to become an in-demand producer.

[Cactus Jack]

Ya see the UHF stuff?

[Steve M.]

Ya see the UHF stuff?

Yes - hope you caught my Jimmy Guterman stuff! :D

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Ya see the UHF stuff?Sure did, that was very cool!!! :cool: I loved the parody of "Beverly Hillbillies"!! I remember the video to that one! :lol:

Ten years ago I was writing parodies, I should post mine of the song "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath!

I can hardly wait for the next Weird Al album coming up on the rock and roll history thread!! :rock:

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Yes - hope you caught my Jimmy Guterman stuff! :DYeah, I caught that, too! I dunno, that guy sounds very PC in his selection! No Jethro Tull? I was into them in the 8th grade. But Exile on Main St. is definitely a great album. :cool:

But yeah, if there were no Black Sabbath albums, that's okay, because they were never a critic's band. They said they were a people's band. In fact, they refused repeatedly to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame when they became eligible. They thought it was hypocritical that after all the years of critics and the tastemakers blowing them off, that they would suddenly become "acceptable" to this posh institution.

[robyrob]

One band not from Seattle that was strongly tied to the grunge movement was Smashing Pumpkins from Chicago. The band was fronted by lead vocalist Billy Corgan who was considered one of the most innovative guitar players in the 90's. Other band members included James Iha on guitar, D'arcy on bass, and drummer Jimmy Chamberlin. Though their debut album Gish was released in the spring of 1991, the album's popularity peaked a year later. The album, produced by Butch Vig who did Nevermind, drew from many influences such as Black Sabbath and psychedelic pop. But just as the band had found its success at the peak of the grunge explosion, things were falling apart personally for the band: Iha and D'arcy, who were going together while in the band, had undergone a very volatile breakup, and Chamberlin was steeped in drug and alcohol addiction. A very depressed Corgan sought to resolve the band's problems by plunging himself into becoming a workaholic, recording all instruments and vocals for tracks on a second album.

Chicago had developed its own alternative scene with the SP, Liz Phair and another Chicago band that I hope gets a mention in this thread soon....

Veruca Salt

[Cactus Jack]

Sure did, that was very cool!!! :cool: I loved the parody of "Beverly Hillbillies"!! I remember the video to that one! :lol:

Ten years ago I was writing parodies, I should post mine of the song "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath!

I can hardly wait for the next Weird Al album coming up on the rock and roll history thread!! :rock:
Thanks!!:D Awesome!

Awesome! I write parodies too!

It will come in 1993 or 94, Ill have to check when his Alapalooza CD came out

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Olympia band Bikini Kill were the living embodiment of Riot grrrls. The all-female band, featuring vocalist Kathleen Hanna, guitarist Billy Karen, bassist Kathi Wilcox, and drummer Tobi Vail, released albums on Seattle's independent label Kill Rock Stars such as their incendiary self-titled album as well as 1994's Pussywhipped. The band placed their radical feminist message at the forefront of their otherwise none-too-expert punk music--their politics were a thousand times more important than their proficency. They released songs such as "Double Dare Ya," "Liar", "This is Not a Test," and "Rebel Girl," as well as songs attacking incest. It was clear that women and feminism could truly rock in the 1990's instead of being babe-candy window dressing for macho male rock stars.

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Promo pic:

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Live pic:

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Babes In Toyland were a band somewhat tied into the Riot grrrl movement with their intense brand of feminist punk from lead screamer/guitarist Kat Bjelland. The band formed in the late 80's in Minneapolis after playing around in the Bay Area. Many comparisons were drawn between her and Courtney Love, since both of them not only played together at various times, but also looked and dressed the same--and was there a story that both of them got into a nasty slugfest?

Their 1992 album was Fontanelle, which included songs such as "Bruise Violet", "Handsome and Gretel," and "Mother."


Kat Bjelland:

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Group pic:

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Kat Bjelland:

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And now, with no regard for either the genre at hand nor chronological order,
let us focus on one artist who fully represents female empowerment in shred-guitar metal: not to be confused with the previously mentioned Kat Bjelland, a powerhouse six-string virtuouso, The Great Kat emerged out of Julliard School of Music, switching from violin to electric guitar to play insanely metallized versions of classical artists such as on her 1990 album Beethoven on Speed. The woman who defines herself as God is quite the pleasure to interview, as she is fully absorbed in shrilly self-promoting her prowess as a musician. Yngwie, you're going down.

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

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Our lovely in a wedding dress:

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Continuing on in their acoustic rock vein, R.E.M. released Automatic For the People, which firmly established their niche as one of the most important bands of the 90's. They were becoming a band proving that one did not need heavily distorted guitars to make their musical point. The album featured hits such as "Drive", "Man On the Moon," and their sad anthem, "Everybody Cries." The success of this album proved that as much as the grunge revolution hit like a flood, times were changing to where heaviness in music was not a prerequisite to be an alternative band. There was a new PC sensibility reaching the Alternative Nation. Going quickly was thrill of all things metal, and soon all things related--such as heaviness or cutting edge.

Case in point: I went to a Christmas party with people from work over ten years ago, and my friends thrilled that I had brought a great album like Hemispheres by Rush, and were getting into the album on the stereo--when someone apparently complained and insisted that we play Automatic For the People instead. :mad: I wanted to ROCK!!

The song that opened this album was one of the most anti-climactic videos on MTV with Michael Stipe crowd-surfing at a concert--and you have this soft music of the song playing to it. Yep, real rock and roll. :rolleyes:

Drive

Smack, crack, bushwhacked
Tie another one to the racks, baby

(chorus 1)
Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby

What if I ride? what if you walk?
What if you rock around the clock?
Tick-tock, tick-tock
What if you did? what if you walk?
What if you tried to get off, baby?

(chorus 2)
Hey kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby

(chorus 3)
Hey kids, shake a leg
Maybe you’re crazy in the head, baby

(chorus 4)
Maybe you did, maybe you walked
Maybe you rocked around the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Maybe I ride, maybe you walk
Maybe I drive to get off, baby

(repeat chorus 3)

Ollie, ollie
Ollie, ollie, ollie
Ollie, ollie in come free, baby

(repeat chorus 2)

Smack, crack, shack-a-lack
Tie another one to your back, baby

(repeat chorus 1)

(repeat chorus 4)

(repeat chorus 2)

Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby, baby, baby

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This song is about the late great comic Andy Kaufman, forever remembered as Latka on the sitcom Taxi, as well as his macho alter ego Nick Ferrari. Kaufman also wrestled women on Saturday Night Live as well.

Man On the Moon

Mott the hoople and the game of life. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Andy kaufman in the wrestling match. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monopoly, twenty one, checkers, and chess. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister fred blassie in a breakfast mess. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let’s play twister, let’s play risk. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See you heaven if you make the list. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey andy, did you hear about this one? tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey andy, are you goofing on elvis? hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple good. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister charles darwin had the gall to ask. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey andy, did you hear about this one? tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey andy, are you goofing on elvis? hey baby, are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Here’s a little agit for the never-believer. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here’s a little ghost for the offering. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here’s a truck stop instead of saint peter’s. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister andy kaufman’s gone wrestling (wrestling bears). yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey andy, did you hear about this one? tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey andy, are you goofing on elvis? hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

:banana: :mango

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Nightswimming

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
Still, it’s so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water’s edge.
The moon is low tonight.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
I’m not sure all these people understand.
It’s not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday.

Nightswimming, remembering that night.
September’s coming soon.
I’m pining for the moon.
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe nightswimming.

You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me,
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
Nightswimming.

The photograph reflects,
Every streetlight a reminder.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.


Michael Stipe with his new shaved-head look:

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The title Automatic For the People refers to the slogan at a local restaurant in Athens, Georgia called Weaver D's Soul Food. The album included various stringed instruments such as dulcimers and mandolins as well as guitars, all played by the members themselves, with the exception of a string section orchestrated by former Led Zeppelin bassist and arranger John Paul Jones, who had been keeping busy with other bands' recordings. The string section can be heard on the following song, one of the most beautiful and saddest songs in pop music:

Everybody Cries

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don’t let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.

Sometimes everything is wrong. now it’s time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you’ve had too much of this life, well hang on.

Everybody hurts. take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. don’t throw your hand. oh, no. don’t throw your hand.
If you feel like you’re alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you’re on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you’ve had too much of this life to hang on.

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. and everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. so, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. hold on, hold on. hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade)
(everybody hurts. you are not alone.)

:crying:

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If anyone knew what happened to Stryper's bumblebee outfits, perhaps Blind Melon could tell you. For their 1992 debut album, the one song and video that made them an instant hit, "No Rain", featured a little girl dancing in a bumblebee outfit (just joking about the Stryper reference), facing tons of rejection from folks who blew off her talent--until she found a swarm of other more-or-less talented dancing bees.

Blind Melon were not huge fans of metal, and while they came out with a rocker or two, there was something very retro about the band that hinted of psychedelic, funky bands like the Grateful Dead and others. Perfect "hippie" music that pushed back the clock on everything before. And even though the band passed on heavy metal, lead vocalist Shannon Hoon
did make a guest vocal appearance on Guns N' Roses' hit song "Don't Cry." He and Axl went back a way growing up in Lafayette, Indiana.

The success of the song showed that some changes were taking place in alternative music, a soft, light-hearted track that made you face the day with a smile.

No Rain

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain

And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane

I just want someone to say to me oh,oh, oh, oh
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made

And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain

And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
escape......escape......escape......

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not sane......it's not sane.

I just want someone to say to me oh, oh, oh
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made

(I'll have it made
I'll have it made
You know we're really gonna, really gonna have it made
Gonna have it made
ahhh,ahhh, ahhh, ahhh)

:banana: :mango

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Tones of Home

What do you think they would say
if I stood up and I walked away
Nobody here really understands me,
and so I'll wave goodbye I'm fine
and I'm fine

Tones of home

Said you don't like the way I'm living
Tones of home
tones of home
And so I wave goodbye
I'm flyin, and I'm flyin home

And I always thought this would be
The land of milk and honey
Oh but I come to find out
That it's all hate and money
And there's a canopy of greed holding me down

Tones of home

Said you don't like the way I'm living
Tones of home
Tones of home
And so I wave goodbye
I'm flyin, I'm flyin home

See I'm so high to you, but I'll fade away
I said you're on your own

Your mom and daddy said,
that your sister said,
and your brother's saying
they're saying everybody,
they're saying everybody
is sayin I, eye..

All my friends patronize me,
and they say "YO hey boy!
Have you found what you're looking for?"
It seems they don't really know me
Cause it's here, and it's what they can't see

Tones of home

Said you don't like the way I'm living
Tones of home
Tones of home
And so I wave goodbye
and I'm flyin, and I'm flyin home

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Their lyrics and songs come out like funky 60's jams:

Dear Ol' Dad

Come now and listen babe
I gotta reason why I behave
Like a child with a light in eyes
Running naked on a cold winter night
I am like a pigeon that is spreading
it's wings to fly away to better things
Like a hammer that has made
a dent in every little single cent you've spent
Said oh God you've got to help me a little bit
you've got to have a relief file for me
Now I know I'm always right, that's a
thought that never even crossed my mind
Don't touch me there, I've gotta be pure
So smack that hand, and read this verse
So I wrecked your life, what the heck
My new found faith will pay by check
This life's took a toll on my soul
So this is me and that's my song
And I guess that you can see that we don't get along
I've shut the doors on what we had
so now she can sleep with her Dear ol' Dad
my eyes are dry and my hands are clean
and I can't believe all the things I've seen
Oh My God!

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The Cure returned with a rather upbeat album, Wish, which featured hits such as "Friday I'm In Love" and "Letters to Elise."

Friday I'm In Love

I don't care if monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and wednesday too
Thursday i don't care about you
It's friday i'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's friday i'm in love

Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...

I don't care if monday's black
Tuesday wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's friday i'm in love

Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday wednesday stay in bed
Or thursday watch the walls instead
It's friday i'm in love

Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's friday
I'm in love

:banana: :mango

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Letters to Elise

Oh elise it doesn't matter what you say
I just can't stay here every yesterday
Like keep on acting out the same
The way we act out
Every way to smile
Forget
And make-believe we never needed
Any more than this
Any more than this
Oh elise it doesn't matter what you do
I know i'll never really get inside of you
To make your eyes catch fire
The way they should
The way the blue could pull me in
If they only would
If they only would
At least i'd lose this sense of sensing something else
That hides away
From me and you
There're worlds to part
With aching looks and breaking hearts
And all the prayers your hands can make
Oh i just take as much as you can throw
And then throw it all away
Oh i throw it all away
Like throwing faces at the sky
Like throwing arms round
Yesterday
I stood and stared
Wide-eyed in front of you
And the face i saw looked back
The way i wanted to
But i just can't hold my tears away
The way you do

Elise believe i never wanted this
I thought this time i'd keep all of my promises
I thought you were the girl always dreamed about
But i let the dream go
And the promises broke
And the make-believe ran out...

Oh elise
It doesn't matter what you say
I just can't stay here every yesterday
Like keep on acting out the same
The way we act out
Every way to smile
Forget
And make-believe we never needed
Any more than this
Any more than this

And every time i try to pick it up
Like falling sand
As fast as i pick it up
It suns away through my clutching hands
But there's nothing else i can really do
There's nothing else
I can really do
At all...

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To Wish Impossible Things

Remember how it used to be
When the sun would fill up the sky
Remember how we used to feel
Those days would never end
Those days would never end
Remember how it used to be
When the stars would fill the sky
Remember how we used to dream
Those nights would never end
Those nights would never end

It was the sweetness of your skin
It was the hope of all we might have been
That fills me with the hope to wish
Impossible things

But now the sun shines cold
And all the sky is grey
The stars are dimmed by clouds and tears
And all i wish
Is gone away
All i wish
Is gone away

All i wish
Is gone away


Robert Smith:

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Mary's Danish was another alternative band fronted by two female lead singers, Julie Ritter and Gretchen Beiderbecke Seager, whose debut album American Standard featured songs such as "Killjoy", "God Said," "Porcupine," and "My Dear Heretic."

Killjoy

You're a killjoy
Candy red lips speaking in tongues
You're a killjoy
Suffocate the rising sun
Joy--you always take it back
to the place where pride and vice are one

You're a killjoy
Get your ugly sorrow off my back
You're a killjoy
Spoiler always paints it black
Ride your misery to town
The dirt flies high from the wheels
of your Cadillac

Load your dirty magazine
Isolate yourself from life
Take all the color from your dreams
Your world is pins and strife

[ABlairican Pie]

Mary's Danish were an energetic, uptempo band that fit in with the alternative college music scene.

God Said

I'm gonna tell you how we got the
strength to do it
See the lord--he leads you
Thousands have been healed, yeah

God said
With his hands in the air
God said
I may not take the time to call you back

Get into the healing
Why don't you send a little money
I'll make sure that he gets every penny

God said
With his hands in the air
God said
I may not take the time to call you back

It's no secret what god can do
What he does for us
He can do for you
Send your payment--let's praise the lord
A passion play for 500 rnillion souls

Come believing and you will receive
Spread your faith--it's no minor prophet/profit
Welcome to the faith dome explosion

[ABlairican Pie]

One mellower, pop alternative band with jangly guitars was The Lemonheads, fronted by hunky lead singer Evan Dando. Their 1992 album It's a Shame About Ray featured the excellent bittersweet title track and a cover of Simon and Garfunkel's hit "Mrs. Robinson."

It's a Shame About Ray

I’ve never been too good with names.
The cellar door was open, I could never stay away.
I know it’s prob’ly not my place.
It’s either or, I’m hoping for a simple way to say.

It’s a shame about ray.
In the stone, under the dust,
His name is still engraved.
Some things need to go away.
It’s a shame about ray.

If I make it through today,
I’ll know tomorrow not to put my feelings out on display.
I’ll put the cobwebs back in place.
I’ve never been to good with names,
But I remember faces.

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Mrs. Robinson

And here's to you
Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know,
Woah woah woah,
God bless you please
Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey hey hey

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files,
We'd like to help you to learn to help yourself,
Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home,

And here's to you
Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Woah woah woah,
God bless you please
Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey hey hey

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes,
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes,
It's a little secret just the Robinsons' affair,
Most of all you got to hide it from the kids and coo coo cachoo

Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Woah woah woah
God bless you please
Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey hey hey

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it shout about when you got to choose
Every way you look at it you loose
Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio
a nation turns its lonely eyes to you?
Woo woo woo,
What's that you say Mrs. Robinson?
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away
Hey hey hey.

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

1992 saw former Smiths frontman Morrissey rock a little harder with his critically and fan-acclaimed Your Arsenal, which featured songs such as "You're Gonna Need Someone On Your Side" and "We Hate It When Our Friends Become Successful."

You're Gonna Need Someone On Your Side

With the world's fate
Resting on your shoulder
You're gonna need
Someone on your side

You can't do it by yourself
Any longer
You're gonna need
Someone on your side
Someone kindly told me
That you'd wasted
Eight of nine lives

Oh, give yourself a break
Before you break down
You're gonna need someone on your side

And here I am
And here I am
Well, you don't need
To look so pleased!

Day or night,
There is no difference
You're gonna need someone on your side

Day or night,
There is no difference
You're gonna need someone soon

And here I am
And here I am
Well, you don't need
To look so pleased

[ABlairican Pie]

Even though he had distanced himself from his past with the Smiths, Morrissey still courted controversy with his radical political displays of depicting the British flag with a photo of two skinhead girls at one concert. Many in the British press howled with rage at this, and the authorities were not amused.

We Hate It When Our Friends Become Successful

We hate it when our friends become successful
We hate it when our friends become successful
Oh, look at those clothes
Now look at that face, it's so old
And such a video !
Well, it's really laughable
Ha, ha, ha ...

We hate it when our friends become successful
And if they're Northern, that makes it even worse
And if we can destroy them
You bet your life we will
Destroy them
If we can hurt them
Well, we may as well ...
It's really laughable
Ha, ha, ha ...

You see, it should've been me
It could've been me
Everybody knows
Everybody says so
They say :

"Ah, you have loads of songs
So many songs
More songs than they'd stand
Verse
Chorus
Middle eight
Break, fade
Just listen ..."
La, la-la, la-la

[ABlairican Pie]

The Spin Doctors were a funky rock band fronted by bearded lead singer Chris Barrone who released Pocket Full of Kryptonite. The retro sound was full on by now.

Little Miss Can't Be Wrong

Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town
Been a whole lot happier without her face around
Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout,
Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out
She hold the shotgun while you do-si-do
She want one man made of hercules and cyrano
Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone
Little miss, little miss can’t be wrong

Little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong
Ain’t nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong.
Little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong
What’cha gonna do to get into another one of these rock ’n’ roll
Songs?

Other peoples’ thoughts they ain’t your hand-me-downs
Would it be so bad to simply turn around
You cook so well, all nice and french
You do you brain surgery too, with a monkey wrench

Little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong...

I hope those cigarettes gonna make you cough
Hope you hear this song and it pissed you off
I take that back I hope your doing fine
And if I had a dollar I might give you ninety-nine

Little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong....

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The next song is another reference to the Man of Steel, this time about the cub reporter of the Daily Planet who never seemed to get any respect from his colleagues:

Jimmy Olsen's Blues

Well, I don’t think I can handle this
A cloudy day in metropolis
I think I’ll talk to my analyst
I got it so bad for this little journalist
It drives me up the wall and through the roof
Lois and clark in a telephone booth
I think I’m going out of my brain
I got it so bad for little miss lois lane

Lois lane please put me in your plan
Yeah, lois lane you don’t need no super man
Come on downtown and stay with me tonight
I got a pocket full of kryptonite

He’s leaping buildings in a single bound
I’m reading shakespeare at my place downtown
Come on downtown and make love to me
I’m jimmy olsen not a titan, you see
He’s faster than a bullet, stronger than a train
He’s the one who got lucky got his cape around miss lois lane
I can’t believe my dilemma is real
I’m competing with the man of steel

[ABlairican Pie]

Two Princes

One, two, princes kneel before you
(that’s what I said, now)
Princes, princes who adore you
(just go ahead, now)
One has diamonds in his pockets
(that sounds great, now)
This one, said he wants to buy you lockets
(ain’t in his head, now)

This one, he got a princely racket
(that’s what I said, now)
Got some big seal upon his jacket
(ain’t in his head, now)
Marry him, your father will condone you
(how bout that, now)
Marry me, your father will disown you
(he’ll eat his hat, now)

Aww, marry him or marry me,
I’m the one that loves you b baby can’t you see?
Ain’t got no future or a family tree,
But I know what a prince and lover ought to be,
I know what a prince and lover ought to be....

Said, if you want to call me baby
(just go ahead, now)
An’ if you’d like to tell me maybe
(just go ahead, now)
An if you wanna buy me flowers
(just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to talk for hours
(just go ahead, now)

Said, one, two, princes kneel before you
(that’s what I said, now)
Princes, princes who adore you
(just go ahead, now)
One has diamonds in his pockets
(that sounds great, now)
This one, he wants to buy you lockets
(ain’t in his head, now)

Marry him or marry me,
I’m the one that loves you baby can’t you see?
Ain’t got no future or a family tree,
But I know what a prince and lover ought to be,
I know what a prince and lover ought to be....

Said, if you want to call me baby
(just go ahead, now)
An’ if you’d like to tell me maybe
(just go ahead, now)
If you wanna buy me flowers
(just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to talk for hours
(just go ahead, now)
And if you want to call me baby
(just go ahead, now)
An’ if you’d like to tell me maybe
(just go ahead, now)
If you’d like buy me flowers
(just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to talk for hours
(just go ahead, now)

Said, if you want to call me baby

(just go ahead, now)

An’ if you’d like to tell me maybe

(just go ahead, now)

If you wanna buy me flowers

(just go ahead, now)

And if you’d like to talk for hours

(just go ahead, now)

Ohh baby

(just go ahead now) repeat to fade..

[Cactus Jack]

Blimd Melon is awesome!!!!!!!:rock:

[Cactus Jack]

Two Princes

One, two, princes kneel before you
(that’s what I said, now)
Princes, princes who adore you
(just go ahead, now)
One has diamonds in his pockets
(that sounds great, now)
This one, said he wants to buy you lockets
(ain’t in his head, now)

This one, he got a princely racket
(that’s what I said, now)
Got some big seal upon his jacket
(ain’t in his head, now)
Marry him, your father will condone you
(how bout that, now)
Marry me, your father will disown you
(he’ll eat his hat, now)

Aww, marry him or marry me,
I’m the one that loves you b baby can’t you see?
Ain’t got no future or a family tree,
But I know what a prince and lover ought to be,
I know what a prince and lover ought to be....

Said, if you want to call me baby
(just go ahead, now)
An’ if you’d like to tell me maybe
(just go ahead, now)
An if you wanna buy me flowers
(just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to talk for hours
(just go ahead, now)

Said, one, two, princes kneel before you
(that’s what I said, now)
Princes, princes who adore you
(just go ahead, now)
One has diamonds in his pockets
(that sounds great, now)
This one, he wants to buy you lockets
(ain’t in his head, now)

Marry him or marry me,
I’m the one that loves you baby can’t you see?
Ain’t got no future or a family tree,
But I know what a prince and lover ought to be,
I know what a prince and lover ought to be....

Said, if you want to call me baby
(just go ahead, now)
An’ if you’d like to tell me maybe
(just go ahead, now)
If you wanna buy me flowers
(just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to talk for hours
(just go ahead, now)
And if you want to call me baby
(just go ahead, now)
An’ if you’d like to tell me maybe
(just go ahead, now)
If you’d like buy me flowers
(just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to talk for hours
(just go ahead, now)

Said, if you want to call me baby

(just go ahead, now)

An’ if you’d like to tell me maybe

(just go ahead, now)

If you wanna buy me flowers

(just go ahead, now)

And if you’d like to talk for hours

(just go ahead, now)

Ohh baby

(just go ahead now) repeat to fade.. :rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

Jesus and Mary Chain released Honey's Dead, a fiery album with the UK hit "Reverence", which featured controversial lyrics to many.

The band played on the 1992 Lollapalooza bill, but Flea of the Red Hot Chili Peppers noted, the brothers Jim and William Reid did not seem the happiest of campers on the road across America. They often complained of the rigors of touring and the drag of being "rock stars." And this happened to be considered the greatest of the Lollapalooza tours. More about that momentarily.

Reverence

I wanna die just like Jesus Christ
I wanna die on a bed of spikes
I wanna die come see paradise
I wanna die just like Jesus Christ

I wanna die just like JFK
I wanna die on a sunny day
I wanna die just like JFK
I wanna die in the USA

I wanna die (x4)

I wouldn't sell my soul but I'd hang for this
I gotta get my goal cause I'd hang for this

[ABlairican Pie]

Automatic from 1989. The album contained "Blues From a Gun" and a cover of the Pixies' "Head On".

A great song here, totally rocks:

Blues From a Gun

I don’t care about the state of my hair
I got something out of nothing
That just wasn’t there
And your kiss kiss kiss
Is never gonna blow me away

Dreams of escape keep me awake
I’m never gonna get out and make it away
I’m a stone dead tripper
Dying in a fantasy

Like a cracked open sky it helps you to die
Don’t split it scrape it
You’re screaming automatic pain

Too young kid you’re gonna get hit
Looks like your never gonna make it
Off the government list

I don’t mind about the state of my mind
But you know it’s good for nothing
And I left you behind
It’s a sick sick city
But it’s never gonna make me insane

If you’re talking for real
Then go cut a deal
You’re facing up to living out
The way that you feel
And you shake shake shake
’cause you know you’ll never make it away

Well I guess that’s why I’ve always
Got the blues

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

[ABlairican Pie]

One of the biggest events promoting the rising Alternative Nation was Lollapalooza '92, a major summer concert event exposing new listeners to the new music. Lollapalooza 1992 consisted of Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Ministry, Lush, Jesus and Mary Chain, Ice Cube and the Red Hot Chili Peppers. The play order was typically, PJ, Soundgarden and the RHCP finishing.

[ABlairican Pie]

Blimd Melon is awesome!!!!!!!:rock:
No Rain is a great song! :cool: The video is great, too. I just wish they'd play a little more of their music on the radio, though.

[ABlairican Pie]

Interesting to note, when Ice Cube was onstage at the show in Seattle, he said to his sound crew, "Make sure those amps are loud! We're in SOUNDGARDEN'S town!" The crowd loved his comments! :rock: :guitar:

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Pearl Jam and Soundgarden backstage:

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Pearl Jam live onstage at Lollapalooza '92 with Eddie Vedder and Jeff Ament:

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The Red Hot Chili Peppers with Ice T and Boo-Ya Tribe at Lollapalooza '92:

[ABlairican Pie]

Another live shot of RHCP:

[Cactus Jack]

No Rain is a great song! :cool: The video is great, too. I just wish they'd play a little more of their music on the radio, though.
Sure is!

[Steve M.]

Those who couldn't be bothered with the present in 1992 looked back to whatever happened to be going on at the time twenty years earlier. And wouldn't you know it - 1972 was the year of country rock, the year of debut albums from the Eagles, Jackson Browne, and the Pure Prairie League, the year Stephen Stills and Chris Hillman joined forces and formed the group Manassas, and the year Neil Young released Harvest. And so country rock was back on the radio.

One fellow who got nostalgic for 1972 was Neil Young himself, who released a sequel to Harvest - Harvest Moon. The album featured a sweet title song, plus "From Hank To Hendrix" and the very retro song "Unknown Legend." :)

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[ABlairican Pie]

The Beastie Boys succeeded with a trippier, heavier groove on their album Check Your Head, which featured top songs such as "So What Cha Want", "Funky Boss", "Pass the Mic", and "Maestro." The video to "So What Cha Want" is excellent.

So What Cha Want

Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris You're Eating Crazy
Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From Paris You Know I Get Fly You
Think I Get High You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All Why
So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing The Reason That
You're Smiling or Wilding So Listen In My Head I Just Want To
Take 'em Down Imagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em
Down Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide When I Get On I Like To Ride And
Glide I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'all I Get Props At My
Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'All So What'cha Want You're So Funny With
The Money That You Flaunt Where'd You Get Your Information From
You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes

You Can't Front On That

Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man I'm Like Spoonie Gee
I'm The Metropolitician You Scream And You Holler About My
Chevy Impala But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around
Your Collar But Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping
Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping Goin' From
Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To Wall Well I'll Be Calling Out You People
Like A Casting Call It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A
Ride With Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting By
Believe Me What You See Is What You Get And You See Me Coming Off
As You Can Bet I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time
This Time I'm Losing My Mind

You Can't Front On That

But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About I'm Tired
Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk About But In The Meantime, I'm
Wise To The Demise I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize
Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'All I Want You Off The Wall
If You're Playing The Wall So What'cha Want Y'All Suckers Write Me
Checks And Then They Bounce So I Reach In My Pocket For The
Fresh Amount See I'm The Long Leaner Victor The Cleaner
I'm The Illest Motherf:censored:er From Here To Gardena I'm As Cool As A
Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce You've Got The Rhyme And Reason
But No Cause So If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker
Than Grease I've Got News For You Crews
You'll Be Sucking Like A Leach

You Can't Front On That
So What'cha Want

:guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

One alternative band that heavily employed ska and reggae in their songs was
Sublime, which featured Brad Nowell on vocals and guitar, drummer Floyd "Bud" Gaugh, and bassist Eric Wilson. Their 1992 debut album, 40 Oz. to Freedom, was released on their own Skunk Records label.

One of their most popular songs dealt with a serious subject matter while sounding like a real party monster of a hit:

Date Rape

Let me tell you about a girl I know
had a drink about an hour ago.
Sitting in a corner by herself in a bar in downtown Hell.
She heard a noise and she looked through the door.
And saw a man she'd never seen before.
Light skin light blue eyes a double chin and a plastic smile.
Well her eyebrow raised as he walked through the door
And took an empty seat next to her at the bar.
"My brand new car is parked right outside. How'd ya like to go for a ride?"
And she said."Wait a minute I have to think."
He said, "That's fine. May I please buy you a drink"
One drink turned into 3 or 4 and they left and got into his car
and they drove away someplace real far.

Now babe the time has come.
How'd ya like to have a little fun?
And she said." If we could only please be on our way, I will not run."

That's when things got out of control.
She didn't want to, he had his way.
She said, "Let's Go"
He said, "No Way!"
Come on babe it's your lucky day.
Shut your mouth, were gonna do it my way.
Come on baby don't be afraid,
if it wasn't for date rape I'd never get laid.

He finished up and he started the car
He turned around and drove back to the bar.
He said."Now baby don't be sad, in my opinion you weren't half-bad."
She picked up a rock.,threw it at the car, hit him in the head, now his got a big scar.
Come on party people won't you listen to me.
Date Rape Stylie.

The next day she went to her drawer, looked up her local attorney at law,
went to the phone and filed the police report and then she took the guy's ass to court.
Well, the day he stood in front of the judge he screamed, " She lies that little slut!"
The judge knew that he was full of s:censored: and he gave him 25 years
And now his heart is filled with tears.

That night in jail it was getting late.
He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed.
But the guards paid no attention to his cries.

That's when things got out of control.
The moral of the date rape story, it does not pay to be drunk and horny.
But that's the way it had to be.
They locked him up and threw away the key.
Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind,
even though he now takes it in the behind.

That's the way it had to be.
They locked him up and threw away the key.
Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind,
even though he now takes it in the behind.

DATE RAPE

She didn't want to TAKE IT!

:guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Smoke Two Joints

(She was living in a single room with three other individuals. One of them was a male and the other two; well the other two were females. God only knows what they were up to in there. And furthermore Suzan I wouldn't be surprised to learn that all four of them habitually smoked marijuana cigarettes...
...reefers.)

I smoke two joints in the mourning
I smoke two joints at night
I smoke two joints in the afternoon
It makes me feel alright

I smoke two joints,
in time of peace,
and two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,
and then I smoke two more

Smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died
toke a big spliff of some good sensimillia
smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died
toke a big spliff of some good sensamill...
("Easy-E were ya ever caught slippin'?"
"hell no!")

Daddy he once told me
son you be hard workin' man
And Momma she once told me
son you do the best you can
But then one day I met a man
who came to me and said
Hard work good and hard work fine,
but first take care of head

Whoa rock me tonight
Whoa-oh Jah sake
Whoa-ohh

:crazy:

[ABlairican Pie]

One band straddled the line between metal and urban rhythms, but they did not straddle with with their activist message. One guitarist who majored in political science at Harvard, Tom Morello, born of mixed ethnicity with a white mother and black diplomat father, was frustrated at trying to find metal bands with his unique musical vision. Equally frustrating was his attempts to learn guitar in a pre-prescribed way as guitar teachers would force him. Instead, he concentrated on developing his own sound, and in the process, practiced guitar for hours as much as much as he studied political issues. He was very intelligent in both disciplines, and found that he had a unique style all his own that was not like anything ever accomplished on guitar. He in fact became one the first real guitar heroes of the 90's, if such a thing could still be said after the shred-guitar era had passed. His musical vision was further completed when he hooked up with struggling rap vocalist Zach de la Rocha in a band that would become....

RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE.

Not only were the band very political, but their radical politics were staunchly left-wing. A new band had moved rock from its personal "teen-angst" stance to dealing with social issues affecting the country and the world. Their music and lyrics directed fiery polemics against the powers-that-be:

Killing In the Name Of...

Killing in the name of!
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
Huh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya (11 times)
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites

Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
Uggh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya (4 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control ( 7 times)
And now you do what they told ya!

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Come on!

(guitar solo: ’yeah! come on!’)

F:censored: you, I won’t do what you tell me (8 times spoken becoming a shout by the 8th time)
F:censored: you, I won’t do what you tell me! (8 times, shouted)
Motherf:censored:er!
Uggh!

:rock: :guitar: peace: peace:

[ABlairican Pie]

Being the two minorities fronting the band, de la Rocha and Morello confronted
racism head on. They made it their duty to attack all manner of corporate evils in their lyrics and in their professional lives.

Bombtrack

Ughh! hey you, it’s just another bombtrack...ughh!
Hey you, it’s just another bombtrack...yeah!
It goes a-one, two three and
It’s just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin’ that they can fake this
But I’m gonna drop it at a higher level
’cause I’m inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat-downs
Cold runna train on punk ho’s that
Think they run the game
But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete at a level that’s obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the business that burned us all
See through the news and the views that twist reality
Enough
I call the bluff
Manifest destiny

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch ’em burn

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch ’em burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Yes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

It goes a-one, two, three
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
And now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch ’em burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Yes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

Euurrrggghhhhh!
Uggh! hey you, it’s just another bombtrack...
Check it out...

Modified chorus
Burn!
:rock: :guitar: peace: peace:

[ABlairican Pie]

What was "the Machine" the band was raging against? For them, it stood for the machine of the Establishment, the authorities who performed racial profilings on people of color for fitting a certain visual stereotype, the police who would beat you with little provocation, just generally the system which kept people ignorant and complacent and not willing to be aware of what was going on in society. Such feelings were reminescent of what rock and roll culture was experiencing only 25 years earlier.

As it was said, the 90's were going to make the 60's look like the 50's.

In this song, RATM lashes out against Eurocentric (i.e., "dead white European heterosexual males") studies in academia, in a hardcore PC statement:

Take the Power Back

Bring that s:censored: in! Uggh!

Yeah, the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry
Now check this out...uggh!

In the right light, study becomes insight
But the system that dissed us
Teaches us to read and right

So called facts are fraud
They want us to allege and pledge
And bow down to their God
Lost the culture, the culture lost
Spun our minds and through time
Ignorance has taken over
Yo, we gotta take the power back!
Bam! Here's the plan
Mother:censored: Uncle Sam
Step back, I know who I am
Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear
It's the beats and the lyrics they fear
The rage is relentless
We need a movement with a quickness
You are the witness of change
And to counteract
We gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back

The present curriculum
I put my fist in 'em
Eurocentric every last one of 'em
See right through the red, white and blue disguise
With lecture I puncture the structure of lies
Installed in our minds and attempting
To hold us back
We've got to take it back
Holes in our spirit causin' tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and years
I'm inferior? Who's inferior?
Yeah, we need to check the interior
Of the system that cares about only one culture
And that is why
We gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back

Hey yo check, we're gonna have to break it, break it,
break it down
Awww s:censored:!

Uggh!

And like this...uggh!

Come on, yeah! Bring it back the other way!

The teacher stands in front of the class
But the lesson plan he can't recall
The student's eyes don't perceive the lies
Bouncing off every f:censored:ing wall
His composure is well kept
I guess he fears playing the fool
The complacent students sit and listen to some of that
Bull:censored: that he learned in school

Europe ain't my rope to swing on
Can't learn a thing from it
Yet we hang from it
Gotta get it, gotta get it together then
Like the motherf:censored:in' weathermen
To expose and close the doors on those who try
To strangle and mangle the truth
'Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react
We gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back

No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies

Uggh!

Yeah!

Take it back y'all
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back y'all, come on!
Take it back y'all
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back y'all, come on!

Uggh!

Yeah!

[ABlairican Pie]

On April 29, 1992, the nation watched in anticipation at the verdict of the four police officers accused of brutality in their beating of a black motorist Rodney King in the San Fernando Valley in Los Angeles over a year earlier. To the horror and disbelief of everyone, the four officers, Laurence Powell, Timothy Wind, Theodore Briseno, and Stacey Koon were acquitted. Moments after the verdict was read, angry blacks took to the streets and began a fiery rampage of destruction and violence that quickly engulfed Los Angeles. Similar riots occured in other cities across the country. The National Guard was called in to restore order. Fifty-five people died in that bloody week of mayhem.

[ABlairican Pie]

People of color regard the acquittals a final slap in the face by the authorities.
Non-whites could get no respect, no justice, so ultimately, many decided to give Caucasians exactly what they feared: revenge and retribution. It was the greatest expression of frustration, futility and helplessness that many young blacks felt they were capable of performing. If marginalized blacks were going down, the rest of society might as well go with it.

Many business were gutted by flames:

[ABlairican Pie]

A National Guardsman. Interesting how he stands next to a burning Winchell's
doughnut store? ;)

[ABlairican Pie]

National Guardsmen were dispatched to quell rioting and looting:

[ABlairican Pie]

Once the violence and chaos had subsided, neighborhoods in South Central Los Angeles had reported a huge drop in crime--it was even lower than before the riots.

National Guardsmen outside a church with the image of St. Francis of Assisi, the medieval monk who championed peace.

[ABlairican Pie]

A news clip of the fire from the air:

[ABlairican Pie]

The man behind the riots: Rodney King. His injuries are still visible.

After the riots he addressed a group on television with his immortal words:

"Can we all get along?"

Heavily traumatized, he was later awarded over $3 million by the city when they retried the police and determined King's civil rights of fair treatment by police had been violated.

[ABlairican Pie]

The incident that sparked the furor, the random video tape of the beating:

Defense attorneys for the accused officers contended that "you could not trust the tape for evidence." Viewers felt otherwise.

[ABlairican Pie]

Below Officer Stacey Koon, one of the acquitted officers, who later spent 30 months in prison, as did Officer Powell for their actions against King.

Rodney King planned to use the money awarded him to start a rap/hip-hop record label.

[ABlairican Pie]

The main culprit in the L.A. Riots was Los Angeles Police Chief Darryl Gates, whom many felt his earlier comments "Drug users should be shot" provided the justification of the persecution of Rodney King. Gates was accused of promoting police brutality.

[ABlairican Pie]

One of the more controversial events in the music of 1992 was the release of the debut album of Body Count, a metal band fronted by rapper Ice-T. Many people assumed that since Ice T was singing that it was a "rap" album. It in fact was not. The band also consisted of guitarist Ernie C., rhythm guitarist D-Roc, bassist Mooseman, and drummer Beatmaster V. Their album was a sort of urban rock "opera" which told a story of young blacks terrorized by corrupt local police. But it was the final track which brought down a firestorm of outrage--and great misunderstanding--against the band. It was the song "Cop Killer", which ignited threats against not only Ice-T, but against the new mainstream label he released the album on, Time-Warner Brothers. Read in the proper context of the album, the song makes sense. Isolated from the others, the song becomes just another crude album track which, according to critics, "advocated" violence against law enforcement officials.

Musically, the song is a quality rock song. One has to feel the sense of rage and hopelessness that many black Americans felt in society without having recourse. Even though officers were dying from horrific crimes, Ice-T and others were saying, "what about the black man??" The song is here to help understand what was being said. Is it obscene, or were the actions behind what caused the song to be written the real obscenity? As former Charles Manson prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi said, America must address the concerns and frustrations of people of color and demonstrate justice, or else the country would go down in flames.

After initial copies of the album were banned from record stores, later copies replaced the offending track with, ironically, "Freedom of Speech (Watch What You Say)" from Ice-T's Iceberg album.

Cop Killer

COP KILLER! YEAH!
I got my black shirt on.
I got my black gloves on.
I got my ski mask on.
This s***'s been too long.
I got my twelve gauge sawed off.
I got my headlights turned off.
I'm 'bout to bust some shots off.
I'm 'bout to dust some cops off.
I'm a COP KILLER, better you than me.
COP KILLER, f*** police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your family's grieving,
(F*** 'EM!)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, ha ha.
I got my brain on hype.
Tonight'll be your night.
I got this long-assed knife.
and your neck looks just right.
My adrenaline's pumpin'.
I got my stereo bumpin'.
I'm 'bout to kill me somethin'.
A pig stopped me for nuthin'!
COP KILLER, better you than me.
COP KILLER, f:censored: police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your momma's grieving,
(F*** HER!)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, yeah!
DIE, DIE, DIE PIG, DIE!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
Yeah!
COP KILLER, better you than me.
I'm a COP KILLER, f*** police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your family's grieving,
(F*** 'EM!)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, ha ha ha ha, yeah!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
F*** THE POLICE!
Break it down.
F*** THE POLICE, yeah!
F*** THE POLICE, for Darryl Gates.
F*** THE POLICE, for Rodney King.
F*** THE POLICE, for my dead homies.
F*** THE POLICE, for your freedom.
F*** THE POLICE, don't be a p:censored:.
F*** THE POLICE, have some muthaf:censored:in' courage.
F*** THE POLICE, sing along.
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER! Whaddyou wanna be when you grow up?
COP KILLER! Good choice.
COP KILLER! I'm a muthaf:censored:in'
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER, better you than me.
COP KILLER, f:censored: police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your momma's grieving,
(F:censored: HER!)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even!

[ABlairican Pie]

Guitarist Ernie C. blew off the concept that only white guys could play metal. He himself was a fan of shredders like Steve Vai.

There Goes the Neighborhood

There goes the neighborhood.

Here come them ****in' *****s
with their fancy cars.
Who gave them ****in' *****s
those rock guitars?
Who let 'em in the club?
Did you make 'em pay?
Who let 'em on the stage?
Whose lettin' 'em play?

Don't they know rock's just for whites
don't they know the rules?
Those ******s are too hard core
this **** ain't cool.
Those blacks want everything
in the ****in' world
That ***** plays so good
he took my mutha****in' girl
there goes the neighborhood.

There goes the neighborhoooooood,
There goes the neighborhood,
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood.

Da, Da, Da, Da, Da

We're here,
We ain't goin' nowhere.
We're movin' right next door to you,
Body Count, mutha****a.
And those of you that don't like it
can *inhale*, my mutha****in' *Richard*, ha, ha, ha, ha.

There goes the neighborhood!
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
There goes the neighborhood!
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
There goes the neightborhoooooood!
There goes the neighborhood!
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
There goes the neighborhood!

Here come them ****in' *****s
with their fancy cars.
Who gave them ****in' *****s
those rock guitars?
Who let 'em in the club?
Did you make 'em pay?
Who let 'em on the stage?
Whose lettin' 'em play?
Don't they know rock's just for whites
Don't they know the rules?
Those *****s are too hard core
this **** ain't cool.
Those blacks want everything in the ****in' world.
That ***** plays so good,
he took my mutha****in' girl.
There goes the neighborhood
There, there, there, there goes the neighborhood

[Steve M.]

Going back to 1991 for a moment, Aaron Neville did something he had rarely done for much of his career - he recorded a solo album.

Neville's work with Linda Ronstadt on the 1989 duet single "Don't Know Much" brought him new fans and renewed interest, and Ronstadt and George Massenburg signed up to produce his next solo album. It was released in 1991, and it was titled Warm Your Heart. :cool:

http://www.ronstadt-linda.com/warm.jpg

Warm Your Heart was a big success, with Neville offering up performances such as a cover of Randy Newman's "Louisiana 1927" and the hit "Somewhere, Somebody." The biggest track from the LP, though, was Neville's magnificent cover of the Main Ingredient's "Everybody Plays the Fool," which in many ways was better than the original recording. :thumbsup:

[Steve M.]

The success of Aaron Neville's album touched a small craze for retro-soul in 1992. The best evidence of this was the duo of Charles and Eddie.

Charles and Eddie were not the oldest and youngest sons of Queen Elizabeth II of Great Britain (who, incidentally, called 1992 her annus horribilis - something about one of her castles catching fire), but Charles Pettigrew and Eddie Chacon, a biracial harmony duo who met in a New York subway station. They discovered a common love for R&B and knack for harmony singing, and in 1992 the released their first album, the punningly titled Duophonic.

http://www.leighaudiodesign.com/CDS/charles.gif

The album's hit single, "Would I Lie To You," was an instant smash. Like the more social and political sounds of the year, Charles and Eddie tapped into a market that appreciated musical quality over image.

[Steve M.]

The ultimate marriage of musical quality and flashy style in 1992 could be found in Boyz II Men, a fantastic soul vocal quartet whose members were suave and handsome enough to sell records to teenage girls even if all they sang was, "I'm going to the bathroom!" :lol:

Fortunately, they didn't do that. Instead, they recorded a smooth, soulful ballad, "End of the Road," for the Eddie Murphy movie Boomerang. Boomerang proved to be yet another bad movie that Murphy figured follks would see because he was in it - they didn't - but "End of the Road" was an unqualified success, breaking singles sales records and spending an unprecedented - at least I think it was unprecedented - fourteen weeks at number one on the Billboard singles charts!!

Cool! :cool:

http://www.soul-illusion.de/ABC/Boyz_II_Men/Pict_Boyz_II_Men_01.jpg

[Steve M.]

Goerge Herbert Walker Bush was the leader of a nation where jobs were scrace, everyone hated each other, and kids couldn't read their own high school diplomas. Heck, his own son couldn't read his M.B.A. degree!

But never mind. While Rage Against The Machine was raging , Nirvana demanded to be entertained, and Ice Cube threatened to turn white men who dated black women into white women with a hatchet (from a rooster to a hen with one swing, you might say! :eek: ), people turned to a leader who would unite the country and heal the nation's wounds. But, since Ralph Nader was unelectable, they turned to this chap!

http://files.db3nf.com/pictures/authors/clinton.jpg

Bill Clinton seemed like the perfect presidential candidate. He was an Arkansas governor who was a Rhodes scholar - a good ol' boy with brains - and he had some new ideas about getting people to serve their country, ho to balance the budget, and how to put people back to work. He seemed to be a shoo-in agaisnt Bush, and he even had pop stars like Stephen Stills and Kathy Mattea supporting him!

[Steve M.]

But first, ol' Bill had to get past this dude.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/dc/Perot.jpg

Henry Ross Perot was a Texas billionaire who knew how to run a company - he founded two of them - and knew how to balance bugdets. He seemed a natural choice for people who wanted responsible government and an alterantive to the two major party candidates.

Indeed, it ws said that Perot's last name was French for "neither of the above." :lol:

[Steve M.]

But the real election that mattered in 1992 was the choice of a design for the Elvis Presley stamp planned for issue on January 8, 1993. Post office customers could choose between a 1950's "young Elvis" design or a 1970's "mature (i.e., Las Vegas/Hawaii) Elvis" design. Fortunately for rock and roll fans, the "young Elvis" design (pictured below) won.

http://www.stampshows.com/elvis.jpg

There would still be two Elvis stamps issued in 1993. Both had the same design, but one, a sheet stamp, would feature Elvis's first name only and the other, a booklet stamp, would identify him as "Elvis Presley." The booklet stamp, issued in the spring of 1993, would be part of a pane of stamps showing rock and rollers such as Ritchie Valens, Bill Haley, Buddy Holly, Otis Redding, and others.

These stamps kicked off the Postal Service's "Legends Of American Music" commemorative stamp series. It seems appropriate that Elvis Presley was the first person honored, and it seems logical that the Postmaster General who gave the Elvis stamp the green light was another Tennesseean, the late Marvin Runyon.

[ABlairican Pie]

For every MTV viewer who was thrilled to watch Ministry back about ten years before in their happy synth-pop days with hits like "Work For Love" and "Every Day is Halloween", they were about to be shocked with a massive sonic blow to the head with their industrial-strength techno-metal on Psalm 69: The Way to Succeed and the Way to Suck Eggs. Guitarist Al Jourgenson and Co. delivered a punishing, brutal riff assault
with a song and video that fit perfectly in with the dizzying chaos that was the L.A. riots: "N.W.O.", meaning New World Order, based on President H.W. Bush's term for the state of foreign affairs that had triumphed over Soviet communism. Apparently, very little had changed.

The vocals were nearly unintelligible but very effective:

N.W.O.

All the locals hide their tears of regret
Open fire cos I love you to death
Sky high, with a heartache of stone
You’ll never see me cos I’m always alone

How to love without a trace of dissent
I’ll buy the torture cos you pay for the rent
Tied high with a broken command
You’re all alone to the promised land

I’m in love with this malicious intent
You’ve been taken but you don’t know it yet
What you will know must never live to be found
Cos it’s the subject of the eyes of the clown

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

[ABlairican Pie]

While the title song was a scathing diatribe against religion, the band did manage to use the Savior's name in what was to become their biggest hit. The Butthole Surfers' Gabby Haynes helped out with the vocals on this one, a song which thoroughly injected 50's rock and roll culture and idioms and religion into one rollicking, pulsating song:

Jesus Built My Hotrod

Soon I discovered that this rock thing was true
Jerry lee lewis was the devil
Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet
All of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world
So there was only one thing that I could do
Was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long

Ding dang a dong bong bing bong
Ticky ticky thought of a gun
Everytime I try to do it all now baby
Am I on the run
Why why why why why baby
If it’s so evil then?
Give me my time, with all my power
Give it to me all again (wow)
Ding a ding a dang a dong dong ding dong
Every where I go

Everytime you tell me baby
When I settle down
Got to get me a trailer park
And hold my world around
Why why why why?

Ding ding donga dong dong ding dong
Dingy dingy son of a gun
Half my time I tell you baby
Never am I all for sure
Why why why why why baby
Sicky sicky from within
Everytime I stick my finger on in ya
You’re a wild wild little town bitch
Now how ’bout ding a dang dong dong dong ling long
Dingy a dingy dong a down

Everytime you tell me baby
When I settle down
Got to get me a trailer park
And hold my world around
Why why why why?

In my dang a ding a ding a ding dong
A sticky sticky son of a gun
Ding a danga danga dong dong ding dong
Why why never know
Why why wack a dong a dang ding dong
Then you take it on the bill
Ding dang dong don’t dong
Whoa!

I wanna love ya!

Why why why, why why darling
Do you do you tell me to play?
Half the time I talk about it all now baby
You know what I’m talkin’ about I said
Why why why it’ll
Ticky ticky ticky ticky
Son of a gun
Ding ding dong a bong bong bing bong
Ticky ticky thought of a gun

Bing bing bang a bang a bang bing bong bing a bing bang a bong
Binga bing a bang a bong bong bing bong bing banga bong

Bing bing bang a bong bong bing bing binga binga banga bong
Bing bing bang a bang bang bing bong

Aarrrhhhh...

Ding dang a dang bong bing bong
Ticky ticky thought of a gun
Everytime I try to do it all now baby
Am I on the run
Why why why
It’ll ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky
Dawn of a gun
Bing bing bang a bong a bong bing bang a
Ticky ticky thought of a gun
Bing bip bip a bop bop boom bam
Ticky ticky through the day

If you got a doubt ’bout baby
The memory is on the bed
Why why why why why
Darlin’ uh it don’t know
When my time is on
Might tell me never do it on his own
If my time was all as is yours
Make me burn a wish
When my time with you is brutish
No I’ll never not ever

Why why why why why why baby heavy hell
Alone and it’s here it’s this thunder
The thunder oh thunder
Oh!

Jesus built my car
It’s a love affair
Mainly jesus and my hot rod

Yeah, f:censored: it!

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

[Cactus Jack]

But first, ol' Bill had to get past this dude.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/dc/Perot.jpg

Henry Ross Perot was a Texas billionaire who knew how to run a company - he founded two of them - and knew how to balance bugdets. He seemed a natural choice for people who wanted responsible government and an alterantive to the two major party candidates.

Indeed, it ws said that Perot's last name was French for "neither of the above." :lol:
I think of Dana Carvey when I see him LOL

[ABlairican Pie]

I think of Dana Carvey when I see him LOLDon't hurl yet... ;)

[ABlairican Pie]

Nine Inch Nails returned with a more aggressive album called Broken, which featured the wild song and video "Wish". The video for the song resembled an insane asylum of caged "Goths" going totally ballistic. NIN spearheaded a new growing trend in rock called techno, which relied less on the conventional drum/bass rhythm section as much as electronic beats. Guitar was optional while keyboards were mandatory. Techno proved to be both a boon or bane for musicians and fans who saw the human element was removed and technology could deliver precise playing with human error practically removed. As many feared in the 80's with the sterility of synth-pop, the new sounds of techno had triumphed in dehumanizing music.

Even though in the studio, Nine Inch Nails was only one man, Trent Reznor, on tour he took a live band with him. The song very much had guitars. Both the song and video are scary:

Wish

this is the first day of my last days
i built it up now i take it
apart climbed up real
high now fall down real far
no need for me to stay
the last thing left i just threw it away
i put my faith in god and my trust in you
now there's nothing more f:censored:ed up i could do

wish there was something real
wish there was something true
wish there was something real
in this world full of you

i'm the one without a soul
i'm the one with this big f:censored: hole
no new tale to tell
twenty-six years on my way to hell
gotta listen to your big time
hard line bad luck fist f:censored:
don't think you're having all the fun
you know me i hate everyone

wish there was something real
wish there was something true
wish there was something real
in this world full of you

i want to but i can't turn back
but i want to

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Another band noted for its heavy fist-like riffs was Helmet. Not particularly a metal band but still one of the heaviest new groups, Helmet was the brainchild of guitarist Page Hamilton, a student at the University of Oregon whose main focus was playing jazz. He went to New York where he played in the hardcore underground punk scene and formed the band. Their debut album featured the ferocious title track as well as "He Feels Bad" and their pulverizing hit, "Unsung."

Unsung

Your contribution left unnoticed some
Association with an image
Just credit time for showing up again
Attention wandered I’m left with it

Gone by sin too slowly
Can’t pass it up
Then I thought nothing is right
I turned it off

To die unsung would really bring you down
Although wet eyes would never suit you
Walk through no archetypal suicide
Die young is far too boring these days

Your will to speak clearly
Exposed too much
Unsung once too often
Could not rub off

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

[ABlairican Pie]

One thing Page Hamilton understood that made their music so heavy was not only the use of pounding power chords, but the use of silence and space in songs. This was evident in the songs of Black Sabbath, as Tony Iommi pointed out. The songs show a contrast: power chord riffs, then silence (or drum fill or soft musical part), then back to the heavy riffs. Oddly, it works. It is as if it sets up tension, as if a lurking monster prowled the neighborhood with its fearsome roar and earth-shaking footsteps, then just when it gets quiet and you think he's left, he comes back!! :eek:

In the Meantime

Earth tone suits you
So give it a smile
If I could hold your feet down
Get to know for awhile

To make due is a promise
Hard to keep without help
Never taught to look in
I’m too concerned with my health

Help me spread right, ash is
Cow fertilized
Come down in a feed town
Strength to minimize

Hold it

In the meantime

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Helmet were looked at as the next big thing in metal and hard rock in 1992. It was rather odd to hear a band with so much musical sparseness when its frontman was a rather talented jazz guitarist.

He Feels Bad

So I take it out
Every chance I get
Left to be so mean
Still it’s sane and so sympathetic

Want to feel bad
But you can’t say no

It’s no cause at all
It comes down to you and
Who bleeds who?

Just past the day
Pleasent leaves you
Comes to you the same way
Passed on

Every day’s the last day
No one sees you
Walk the part to stay
Not you

Judge yourself again
Age is no excuse
Hard to find a way to
Close my eyes, call it back and shoot

Page Hamilton:

[Cactus Jack]

Don't hurl yet... ;)
WAYNES WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ABlairican Pie]

One band using no sparseness of either notes or lyrics was Pantera, who returned with what is widely regarded as the greatest metal album of the 90's, Vulgar Display of Power. While metal was held in low favor by all the trendy tastemakers of grunge and alternative, Pantera was having none of it. They were completely unrepentant in their devotion to metal. This time they brought a brilliant combination of thrash and speed-demon guitar licks with a dose of edgy, 90's style distortion and riffing. Dimebag Darryl endorsed what he called Randall Amplifier's "brittle" solid-state sound used by his trademark Dean guitars. Phil Anselmo sang like a man on fire--his custom growl was the sign of a man thoroughly pissed--he was the new face and throat of metal for the new decade. With this album they had developed a huge fan base and maniacal following.

The figure on the front paid up to $300 hundred dollars to be punched in the face over two dozen times for the album cover.

Mouth For War

Revenge
I'm screaming revenge again
Wrong
I've been wrong for far too long
Been constantly so frustrated
I've moved mountains with less
When I channel my hate to productive
I don't find it hard to impress

[Pre]
Bones in traction
Hands break to hone raw energy
Bold and disastrous
My ears can't hear what you say to me

[Chorus]
Hold your mouth for the war
Use it for what it's for
Speak the truth about me
Determined

Possessed
I feel a conquering will down inside me
Strength
The strength of many to crush
Who might stop me
My strength is in number
And my soul lies in every one
The releasing of anger can better any medicine under the sun

[Pre]

[Chorus]

There comes a time within everyone to close your eyes to what's real
No comprehension to fail
I vacuum the wind for my sail
Can't be the rest
Let others waste my time
Owning success is the bottom line.
Like a knife into flesh
After life is to death
Pulling and punching the rest of duration
NO ONE can piss on this determination

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The simple message of Pantera on this album was: no compromise. Phil Anselmo was a man with unshakeable convictions. Pantera did not compromise either musically or lyrically in their songs. The album a shocking surprise for everyone who thought they had heard and seen it all in thrash. Pantera felt they were the perfect replacement for Metallica who had shifted gears to become more commercial. They avowed that they were the band who wouldn't let you down.

A New Level

Now a new look in my eyes my spirit rise
Forget the past
Present tense works and lasts
Got s:censored: on
Pissed on
Spit on
Stepped on
F:censored:ed with
Pointed at by lesser men

[Pre]
New life in place of old life
Unscarred by trials

[Chorus]
A new level of confidence and power

Demanding plea for unity between us all --
United stand
Death before divided fall
In mock military order
Vulgar
Power
Impatient
Because time is shorter

[Pre]

[Chorus]

No f:censored:ing surrender
Can't lose
Life kills

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One of their big hits was the song "Walk", one of the greatest metal anthems of the 90's. The video showed the band playing a killer set live.

Walk

Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you
What do I do?

[Pre]
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been
Belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time

[Chorus]
Respect, walk

What do you say?

[repeat chorus]

Run your mouth when I'm not around
It's easy to achieve
You cry to weak friends that sympathize
Can you hear the violins playing your song?
Those same friends tell me your every word

[Pre]

[Chorus]

Are you talking to me?
No way punk!!!!

[Chorus]
Respect, walk

repeat to fade

Walk on home, boy!

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: :drummer:

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The next song, in spite of the profane title, makes a statement about Phil Anselmo's upbringing (or downbringing?). He says that when he was young his mother met a man who became a sort of stepfather figure whom Phil felt totally alienated from. This parental figure began to force Bible-Belt Christianity on him and acted in an abusive manner toward him. The idea of God felt totally foreign to him because of this.

Dimebag Darryl said that this song crystallized the essence of Pantera in its intensity:

F@#$&ng Hostile

Almost every day
I see the same face
On broken picture tube
It fits the attitude
If you could see yourself
You put you on a shelf
Your verbal masturbate
Promise to nauseate
Today I'll play the part of non-parent
Not make a hundred rules
For you to know about yourself
Not lie and make you believe
What's evil is making love
and making friends
and meeting God your own way
The right way

[Chorus]
To see
To bleed
Cannot be taught
In turn
You're making us
F:censored:ing hostile

We stand alone

The truth in right and wrong
The boundaries of the law
You seem to miss the point
Arrested for a joint?
You seem to wonder why
Hundreds of people die
You're writing tickets man
My mom got jumped -- they ran!
Now I'll play a public servant
To serve and protect
By the law and the state
I'd bust the punks
That rape steal and murder
And leave you be
If you crossed me
I'd shake your hand like a man
Not a god

[Chorus]

Come meet your maker, boy
Some things you can't enjoy
Because of heaven/hell
A f:censored:ing wives' tale
They put it in your head
Then put you in your bed
He's watching say your prayers
Cause God is everywhere
Now I'll play a man learning priesthood
Who's about to take the ultimate test in life
I'd question things because I am human
And call NO ONE my father who's no closer that a stranger

I won't listen

[Chorus]

To see
To bleed
Cannot be taught
In turn
You're making us
F:censored:ing...
F:censored:ing...
F:censored:ING HOSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :livid:

:eek2:

Here the microphone squeals in feedback at his insanely loud screeching!

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

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This next song is one of their biggest songs, and perhaps the closest they came to a power ballad. The song went over huge in concert. It's a dark and twisted "anti-love" song. Apparently Phil Anselmo did not have the best relationships with women. The video is excellent as well, reminescent of "Jamie's Got a Gun" by Aerosmith.

This Love

If ever words were spoken
Painful and untrue
I said I loved but I lied
In my life
All I wanted
Was the keeping
Of someone like you
As it turns out
Deeper within me
Love was twisted and pointed at you

Never ending pain, quickly ending life --

(Chorus)

You keep this love, thing, love, child, love, toy
You keep this love, fist, love, scar, love, break
You keep this love, love, love
You keep this love, love, love
You keep this love,

I'd been the tempting one
Stole her from herself
This gift in pain
Her pain was life
And sometimes I feel so sorry
I regret this the hurting of you
But you make me so unhappy
I'd take my life and leave love with you

I'd kill myself for you, I'd kill you for myself --

(Chorus)

No more head trips!!!!

(Chorus)

Hope

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

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Here is a song of social commentary dealing with race and urging self-empowerment:

No Good (Attack the Radical)


In the states
There's a problem with race
Because of ignorant past burned fires
From evolution
We've been killing each other
I figure man should have it down to a science

No chance
Not for a minute
Not for a second
I won't be defensive
I'm straight out in my opinion
You'ld better listen to a man who knows what he is saying
I've seen your side
You run and hide for the mere fact that you feel inferior
Be superior
And know your interior

(Pre) Race, pride, prejudice
Black man, white man
No stand
Live in the past
We make it last
A hated mass
No solution
Mind pollution
For revolution

(Chorus) So low behold my eyes
This land of fools will rise
No good
For no one

You blame oppression and play the role of criminals
To rape and burn show progress is minimal
White hoods and militants you know it's such a pity
Living, breathing
Violence in your city

If one man
Had one home
In one world
Held live alone without variety
Full of anxiety
No one to point at, question
Or even talk to -- in his private grave
No matter what color
He wouldn't be saved from hell
He dwells
A closed mind playing the part of prison cells

(Pre)

(Chorus)

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Phil Anselmo with Russ Dwarf of the Killer Dwarfs:

[ABlairican Pie]

Rise

We've got no time to lose
Your news is old news
Hate this, hate me, hate this
Right approach for the wrong
It's time to spread the word
Let the voice be heard
All of us, one of us, all of us
Dominate and take the motherf:censored:ing world

Mass prediction, unification
Breathing life into out lungs
EVERY creed and EVERY kind
To give us depth for strength

Taught when we're young to hate one another
It's time to have a new reign of power
Make pride universal so no one gives in
Turn our backs on those who oppose
Then when confronted we ask them the question
That's wrong with their mind?
What's wrong with your mind?

(Chorus) It's time to RISE

We've lived with past mistakes
And we've lived with our own
Forgive, forget forgive
Be a man, not a child
There are to tears for peace
Of the common sympathies
Educate, reinstate, educate
A thing of past
The trouble in the states

It's time to RISE

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

Dime:

[ABlairican Pie]

Live in a Hole

Full of grief I scream at the wind
Thought I heard the words of others
Imprison myself
And stay in a shell
I won't let you in to have a story to tell
Things tend to drag me down
Don't understand so they hate me now

[Chorus]
My fear grips the will of stone
My fear grips I'll die alone

I promised myself somewhere in the teenage life
I'd never submit to the ones I will not be like
Live in a hole
But stay close to my kind
Cause they understand what burns in my mind
I still feel incomplete
Friends are few and far between

[Chorus]

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Regular People (Conceit)

I've trampled on that road
That you think you own
You have that "smart ass" attitude
It's time to stop the fiction

I live it every day
While you're mind's far away
I'm out here putting pride on the line
And you case on me with pure respect
One chance at one thing
Hard time is coming
My time, your pain
I reign on you

[Pre]
You think you own
I take away
Take it with me
You think you own
I took away
Made it my own

[Chorus]
Most regular people would say it's hard
And any streetwise son of a bitch knows
Don't f:censored: with this

The so many times
You practice in your mirror
To be just like me
But you just can't see
You ain't got the balls, son

I fight for love of brother
Your friends fight one another
You can't see because your head's up your ass
And just in cast you think you're bad
I crush your rush
I rule YOU fool
I'm immovable stone in your world of weak -- I speak

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

[Pre]

[Chorus]

[Steve M.]

A midwesterner who became popular after moving to New York, appreared constantly on radio and televsion in the eighties and early nineties, pushed the buttons of decent people with outrageous stunts and comments and became a popular culture icon to millions of Americans had a major triumph in 1992 by publishing an expensive book that topped the bestseller lists.

I'm talking about Rush Limbaugh, of course!

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Rush Limbaugh's 1992 book The Way Things Ought To Be was a hateful, vicious screed against liberals, the poor, black civil rights leaders, feminists (Limbaugh called them "feminazis") and environmentalists, suggesting a return to a more reactionary, docile America that would beneift affluent white men the most.

Calling himself "talent on loan from God," Limbaugh championed Western culture and made fun of political correctness. Fine, except that he had no interest in Western culture or culture of any kind (he wishes art museums had golf carts so he could get in and out of them faster) and if callers on his radio show violated his politically correct brand of conservatism, they were disconnected in mid-sentence and subsequently ridiculed.

Despite numerous errors, mistatements and outirght lies in the book,The Way Things Ought To Be was marketed as a nonfiction book! :mad:

Right-wing talk radio was the new rock and roll. :eek2:

[Steve M.]

White men had had enough of punks like Ice Cube and Rage Against the Machine demonizing them. And they decided to fight back. Pat Buchanan was one of the footsoldiers of the angry white male movement.

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Believing the Geroge Herbert Walker Bush had strayed too far from the conservative line, Buchanan challenged the President for the Republican nomination in 1992. He did so well in the primaries that he got to deliver a prime-time speech at the Republican convention talking about how the 1992 election was a battle for the soul of the country. He bashed Bill Clinton, Hillary Clinton, the teachers' unions, Hillary Clinton, various Democrats, Hillary Clinton, secular humanists, and Hillary Clinton.

Observers thought the speech would have sounded better in its original German! :lol:

[Steve M.]

He had once been the manager of the Hotel California. He'd checked out a decade earlier, but he never really left. That's right, boys and girls, Jerry Brown came back in 1992!

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Former California governor Jerry Brown, having run for President twice before, through his hat in the ring again in 1992. Representing the activist liberal wing of the Democratic party, he proposed radical change in the way America conducted itself at home and abroad. He pledged more equal treatment for women and minorities and vowed to make Jesse Jackson his running mate, among other things. Called "Governor Moonbeam" in the seventies for his interest in alternative medicine and faith, he took on a more serious, popuilst tone in 1992.

Jerry Brown was running for President. His old girlfriend Linda Ronstadt had made a comeback (bringing Aaron Neville along with her). Joe Walsh was a vice-presidential candidate - a serious one. Seventies California rock was back! What the heck was next, an Eagles reunion? (We'll get to that in 1994.)

P.S. Jerry Brown's candidacy temporarily broke up Crosby, Stills and Nash - Stills supported Bill Clinton, while Crosby and Nash supported Brown.

[ABlairican Pie]

A midwesterner who became popular after moving to New York, appreared constantly on radio and televsion in the eighties and early nineties, pushed the buttons of decent people with outrageous stunts and comments and became a popular culture icon to millions of Americans had a major triumph in 1992 by publishing an expensive book that topped the bestseller lists.

I'm talking about Rush Limbaugh, of course!

http://www.radiotalk.org/images/limbaugh1.gif

Rush Limbaugh's 1992 book The Way Things Ought To Be was a hateful, vicious screed against liberals, the poor, black civil rights leaders, feminists (Limbaugh called them "feminazis") and environmentalists, suggesting a return to a more reactionary, docile America that would beneift affluent white men the most.

Calling himself "talent on loan from God," Limbaugh championed Western culture and made fun of political correctness. Fine, except that he had no interest in Western culture or culture of any kind (he wishes art museums had golf carts so he could get in and out of them faster) and if callers on his radio show violated his politically correct brand of conservatism, they were disconnected in mid-sentence and subsequently ridiculed.

Despite numerous errors, mistatements and outirght lies in the book,The Way Things Ought To Be was marketed as a nonfiction book! :mad:

Right-wing talk radio was the new rock and roll. :eek2:And believe it or not, for a while I was taken in by the man whom Al Franken said had "lard on loan from the Beef Council"! ohno: :cow: :lol:

By 1992 the Great Culture War was in full swing. A war that was declared by presidential hopeful and fellow conservative talk show host Pat Buchanan. While making overtures to the religious right and Christian conservatives, both Buchanan and Limbaugh pandered to an angry underbelly of white America that felt slighted over issues such as affirmative action and gay rights. There was a growing resentment among many who felt that "whites were becoming the new minority." It didn't matter that Rush Limbaugh made egregious errors in his statements, he made disenfranchised whites feel like they had a place to vent their grievances. Welcome to the new ugly America. An America with closed borders and no gays. Buchanan was promptly dismissed as a Nazi whackjob by many.

Pat Buchanan shown here.

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The first president by the name of Buchanan, James Buchanan, who preceded Lincoln as the 15th president, was rumored to be gay. :eek: And in 1992, a homophobe who worked in the Nixon Administration, was eyeing the Oval Office by the name Pat Buchanan. Was there a family connection with the two?

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Even though Pantera were huge fans of black metal or death metal, their own music defied such categorizations. Like Metallica, they drew on many musical forms and artists for their own inspirations. They were admitted fans of such bands as ZZ Top (naturally, from Texas), King's X (also from Texas), Steely Dan, outlaw country singer David Allan Coe (who also was a huge Pantera fan), and also Echo and the Bunnymen and early Cure.

By Demons Be Driven

Serving the faith
Abduction the oath
It lie in wait for the offering
Religion is old
For drawing the young
Purity withers and dies
Never return to the ones that provided
Children draining parents of will
I hold out my hand to bloodless child
I'm taken by the one I was saving
From death

[Chorus]
By demons be driven
Beckon the call

With decline in mind
End not far
We're left hanging alone here
He pulls us from nails
Shatters our bones
Leaving us crippled and strewn
Boiling my corpse in the blood of his children
Praying for his god to prevail
Burying us with loved ones
To sleep with shelled children of the sixth dimension

[Chorus]

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

Here is Vinnie Paul with one of his biggest fans:

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The final song on the album was both a very sad song as well as an angry thrasher. Another song that came close to being one of their few power ballads:

Hollow

What's left inside him?
Don't he remember us?
Can't he believe me?
We seemed like bothers
Talked for hours last month
About what we wanna be
I sit now with his hand in mine
But I know he can't feel...

No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead

I'm close with his mother
And she cries endlessly
Lord how we miss him
At least what's remembered
It's so important to make best friends in life
But it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressions

No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead

He as hollow as I alone now
He as hollow as I alone
A shell of my friend
Just flesh and bone
There's no soul
He sees no love
I shake my fists at skies above
Mad at God

He as hollow as I converse
I wish he'd waken from this curse
Hear my words before it's through
I want to come in after you
My best friend

He as hollow as I alone

:crying:

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

Rex:

[ABlairican Pie]

Following in the shadow of Metallica's mainstream coup was Megadeth's crossover triumph, an album that featured enough thrash as well as plenty of commercial hooks. The album was Countdown to Extinction, and while some metal fans were disappointed with the band moving away from their "cult" status and less thrashing riffs as on Rust In Peace, the band still proved that in spite of the grunge revolution, metal was holding its own and that Megadeth would be a force to be reckoned with.

Dave Mustaine admitted later that he was still too perfectionistic with the album. He spent too much time analyzing every guitar part, every drum part, every bass part, and every vocal part to make sure it came out the way he wanted it. To examine every nuance and not let the music speak for itself was part of his controlling nature. Which was why, perhaps, that many metal fans viewed him with skepticism. Fortunately, Mustaine had put aside his drugs and had pursued a more spiritual path. He had found God, but didn't let
his new course divert him from creating great music.

Skin O' My Teeth

I had wrists donning slits
Flowing constantly
My broken body in a wreck
Wrapped around a tree
A crosswalk hit and run
The finish line for me
People clutter in the gutter
Take a look and see

[chorus:]
No escaping pain
You belong to me
Clinging on to life
By the skin o'my teeth

My blood flows through the streets
Deluge from the wounds
Empty jars of sleeping pills
On the dresser in my room
My wet brain neighbor cranes
His neck to see in time
The white lights a train
Bearing down on me

[Chorus]
[Solo - Marty]

I won't feel the hurt
I'm not trash any longer
That that doesn't kill me
Only makes me stronger
I need a ride to the morgue
That's what 911 is for
So, tag my toe and don't forget
Ooh to close the drawer

[Chorus]

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

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The next song, and accompanying video, became their biggest hit, another metal anthem of the 90's. It was perfect in the year of another embattled election. The guitar solo by Marty Friedman was excellent.

Symphony of Destruction

You take a mortal man,
And put him in control
Watch him become a god
Watch peoples heads a'roll
A'roll...

[chorus:]
Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes
Swaying to the Symphony ...
Of Destruction

Acting like a robot
Its metal brain corrodes
You try to take its pulse
Before the head explodes
Explodes...

[Chorus]
[Solo - Marty]

The earth starts to rumble
World powers fall
A'warring for the heavens
A peaceful man stands tall
Tall...

[Chorus]

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

Dave Mustaine live at the Monsters of Rock in Italy, 1992:

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Architecture of Aggression

Born from the dark,
In the black cloak of night.
To envelop its prey below,
Deliver to the light.
To eliminate your enemy,
Hit them in their sleep,
And when all is won and lost,
The spoils of wars are yours to keep.

[chorus]
Great nations built from the bones of the dead
With mud and straw, blood and sweat,
You know your worth when your enemies
Praise your architecture of aggression

[Solo : Marty]

Ensuing power vacuum
A toppled leader dies
His body fuels the power fire
And the flames rise to the sky
One side of his face a kiss
The other genocide
Time to pay with your ass
A worldwide suicide

[Chorus]
[Solo : Marty]

Born from the dark
In the black cloak of night
To envelop its prey below
Deliver to the light
To eliminate your enemy
Hit them in their sleep
And when all is won and lost
The spoils of war are yours to keep

[Chorus]

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

Dave Mustaine and Dave Ellefson:

[ABlairican Pie]

The next song is another huge hit, dealing with a topic that hit close to home to bassist Dave Ellefson, the plight of the American family farmer who lost their livelihood in the mid-80's to mass farming industrialization and destroyed a way of life that had been built for generations. Ellefson's family had personally experienced such a fate. In the middle of the song, President George H.W. Bush can be heard making his infamous "read my lips, no new taxes" speech, another reminder of betrayal of common people by corporate entities. While the band claimed in an interview not to make messages in their music ("Messages are best left to Western Union"), there was no doubt the band had a lot to say about the state of the "Dis-union" in the country.

Foreclosure of a Dream

Rise so high, yet so far to fall
A plan of dignity and balance for all
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high
More borrowed money, more borrowed time
Backed in a corner, caught up in the race
Means to an end ended in disgrace
Perspective is lost in the spirit of the chase

[chorus]
Foreclosure of a dream
Those visions never seen
Until all is lost
Personal holocaust
Foreclosure of a dream

Barren land that once filled a need
Are worthless now, dead without a dead
Slipping away from an iron grip
Nature's scales are forced to tip
The heartland cries, loss of all pride
To leave ain't believing, so try and be tried
Insufficient funds, insanity and suicide

[Chorus]
[Solo : Dave]

Now with new hope some will be proud
This is no hoax, no one pushed out
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer
Break new ground of a new frontier
New ideas will surely get by
No deed, or dividend. Some may ask "Why?"
You'll find the solution, the answers in the sky

[Solo : Marty]

Rise so high, yet so far to fall
A plan of dignity and balance for all
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high
More borrowed money, more borrowed

[Chorus]

Holocaust

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Dave Ellefson live:

[ABlairican Pie]

The next song was also another one of Megadeth's big songs, with lyrics that adequately described Dave Mustaine perfectly:

Sweating Bullets

Hello me ... Meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possessions
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story ... Tell it to Reader's Digest !!!

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me, and
My air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets

[Solo : Dave]

Hello me ... It's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yea, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations

Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets

Well, me ... It's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its blacktooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me, and
And my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
Once you committed me
Now you've acquited me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets

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Dave Mustaine with Rob Halford (who looks like HE'S sweating bullets! :lol: ).
Both Megadeth and Judas Priest toured together the year before.

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One other part of Megadeth's apocalyptic depictions was the state of declining wildlife in the world due to rapid deforestation and pollution--as well as the appalling cowardice of "hunters" were literally shooting fish in a barrel--in this case, animals in a pen. The band felt this kind of "leisure" was simply pathetic.

Countdown to Extinction

Endangered species, caged in fright
Shot in cold blood, no chance to fight
The stage in set, now pay the price
An ego boost don't think twice
Technology, the battle's unfair
You pull the hammer without a care
Squeeze the trigger that makes you Man
Pseudo-start, the hunt is canned ...
The hunt is canned

All are gone, all but one
No contest, nowhere to run
No more left, only one
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction

Tell the truth, you wouldn't dare
The skin and thophy, oh so rare
Silence speaks louder than words
Ignore the guilt, and take your turn
Liars anagram is "liars"
Man you were never even there
Killed a few feet from the cages
Point blank, you're so courageous ...
So courageous

[Chorus]

One hour from now
Another species of life form
Will disappear off the face of the planet
Forever ... and the rate is accelerating

:crying:

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

Marty Friedman live:

[ABlairican Pie]

It is interesting to note that Dave Mustaine even asked Dimebag Darryl to join Megadeth--which would have been an awesome combination--but when Dimebag told him it was a package deal, his brother Vinnie was to be included, Dave said sorry. So Dimebag respectfully declined.

This song was about another one of Dave Mustaine's "highs": that of the thrill of skydiving.

High Speed Dirt

Do it if you dare
Leaping from the sky
Hurling thru the air
Exhilarating high
See the earth below
Soon to make a crater
Blue sky, black death

Energy of the Gods, adrenalin surge
Won't stop til I hit the ground, I'm on my way for sure
Up here in the air, this will never hurt
I'm on my way to impact, taste the high speed dirt

Paralyzed with fear
Feel velocity gain
Entering a near
Catatonic state
Pressure of the sound
Roaring thru my head
Crash into the ground
Damned if I'll be dead

[Chorus]

Jump or Die !

[Solo : Dave, Marty]

Dropping all my weight
Going down full throttle
The pale horse awaits
Like a genie in a bottle
Fire in my veins
Faster as I go
I forgot my name
I'm a dirt torpedo

[Solo : Marty]

High Speed Dirt ...

[Solo : Dave]

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Psychotron

Assassin in stealth
Assailant from Hell
Imprevious to damage
Computer on-board
Engaged in a war
Non-stop combatant
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man

Part bionic
And organic
Not a cyborg
Call him Psychotron

Burning inside
Godspeed in glide
Battle plan running
A killing machine
Just downright mean
And forever gunning
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man

[Chorus]

Target to destroy
Arms in employ
Full assault fire threat
Sensors indicate
You will terminate
Life systems disconnect

[Chorus]

Psychotron

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

Marty Friedman:

[ABlairican Pie]

One of the things in Dave Mustaine's lyrics and interviews was how he illustrated his points with clever word plays, as evidenced in the final lyrics of this song:

This Was My Life

It was just another day
It was just another fight
It was words strung into sentences
It was doomed to not be right

There is something wrong with me
There is something wrong with you
There is nothing left of us
There is one thing I can do

Lying on your bed
Examining my head
This is the part of me that hates
Payback are a bitch
I throw the switch
Someone an electric chair awaits
Hey ! This was my life
Hey ! This was my fate

This was the wrong thing to do
This was the wrong one to be doing
This was the road to destiny
This was the road to my ruin

Now there's motives for the suspect
Now there's nothing left to say
Now there's method to the madness
Now there's society to pay

[Chorus]

In our life there's if
In our beliefs there's lie
In our business there's sin
In our bodies there's die

[Solo : Dave]

This was my life
This was my fate

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

Dave Ellefson from the Rust In Peace tour:

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In this song, the band touches on man's worst fears--a fate worse than death: PRISON.

Captive Honour

Madness comes, and madness goes
An insane place, with insane moves
Battles without, for battles within
Where evil lives and evil rules
Breaking them up, just breaking them in
Quickest way out, quckest relief wins
Never disclose, never betray
Cease to speak or cease to breathe
And when you kill a man, you're a murderer
Kill many, and you're a conqueror
Kill them all ... Ooh ... Oh you're a God!

Ladies and Gontlemen of the jury
Have you reached a verdict ?

Yes, we have Your Honour, we find the defendant Guilty!
On all counts for crimes against all humanity

By virtue of the jury's decision and the power
Vested in me by the state I hereby sentence you to be
Incarcerated with no possibility of parole for life

"Life? ... Whadda ya mean life? ... I ain't got a life!!"

--"Boy! ... Your soul better belong to Jesus! ...
Hmmm-mmm cause your ass belongs to me!"

Captive honour, ain't no honour

No time for questions
No time for the games
Start kicking ass
And taking down the names
A long s:censored: list
A shorter fuse
He is untouchable
And guarantees you'll lose

Captive honour, ain't no honour

[Solo : Dave]

Inside the bighouse
His nightmare unfolds
Before he got there
His manp:censored: was sold
Black, blanket welcome
This tought guy's now a bitch
Praying for death
It can't be worse than this

Captive honour, ain't no honour

[Solo : Dave, Marty]

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

Dave Mustaine live:

[Steve M.]

Hoping to cash in on the music video craze, Fox debuted "The Heights," a primetime soap about a astruggling rock band, in 1992. The characters were-two dimensional, the music sucked, and critics who called the show "The Monkees Meet the Commitments" were about as off target as those who called KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park a cross between A Hard Day's Night and Star Wars! :lol:

The series, needless to say, was a flop. But a really horrible song from the show, "How Do You Talk To An Angel," somehow (payola?) became a number-one hit. This was indicative of how grunge had not changed popular music! :barf:

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One of the best songs on the album:

Ashes In Your Mouth

People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads.
And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads.
Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall
Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall.

Melting down all metals, turning plows and shears to swords,
Shun words of the bible, we need implements of war.
Chalklines and red puddles of those who have been slain
Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again

chorus
Where do we go from here?
And should we really care?
The end is finally here,
God have mercy!

Now we’ve rewritten history
The one thing we’ve found out,
Sweet taste of vindication,
It turns to ashes in your mouth.

chorus

If you’re fighting to live
It’s o.k. to die!
The answer to your question is...
Welcome to tomorrow!

Where do we go from here?
God have mercy!

chorus

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

Band pic with Nick Menza live shot on the bottom:

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In Megadeth-related news, Marty Friedman's former partner in shred metal band Cacaphony, Jason Becker, became the newest replacement for Eddie Van Halen and Steve Vai in David Lee Roth's ever-rotating lineup. Apparently, Diamond Dave was so intent on creating the solo band that would smoke his competition in Van Halen with the right guitar player. And no question, Jason Becker was one of the best around. His 1991 album, A Little Ain't Enough, would showcase Becker's amazing playing ability.

Unfortunately, a horrific twist of fate would soon sink that lineup faster than any professional jealousy or other tabloid tales of the music biz. :(

It's Showtime!

Lights, camera, action
There's a star upon your door
Have your machine call my machine
We'll do lunch on the cutting floor
We're over budget
98 percent not there
And when the back door hits you
Where the good Lord split you
Tell us honey, who does your hair?
How does he do it?
Why's he do it?
Yes, it's true
The flavor of the month is you
And it's practice, practice, practice
Just to get to Carnegie
We'll need 10 percent,
and that's off the top
Gross, not net to me
Get it on,

Honey 'cause It's Showtime!
Just play the song,
Baby 'cause It's Showtime!
Produce me daddy,
Takin' 8 to the bar
Big, bigger, biggest
With the right lighting you'll go far
Here today, gone late today
And it's club dates in the sticks
And you're beautiful babe, don't never shave
No prob, we'll fix it in the mix
Just leave your name and number in
the dumpster when you're through,
Oh yeah

Don't call us, we'll call you
Oscar, Grammy, triple whammy
Cut, and that's the take
Quit complainin', where's my agent?
Don't you know how much I make?
Get it on,
Baby 'cause It's Showtime!
Just play the song,
Baby 'cause It's Showtime!
Leave your name and number
in the dumpster when you're thru,
Oh yeah

Don't call us, we'll call you
And it's play it like they paid ya
And your photo goes on the car wash wall
But somehow it's all worth it
When you hear that curtain call

It's Showtime!
Oh, Baby 'cause It's Showtime!
Oh yeah, just play the song,
Baby 'cause It's Showtime!
Oh yeah, let's get it on,
'Cause It's Showtime!
Oh yeah, people,
'Cause It's Showtime!
Hit it!

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Unfortunately, before the rest of the world really had a chance to hear Jason Becker's talent, a tragic turn of events fell upon him, one of the worst set of circumstances short of death. In 1991, as he was practicing on guitar, he began to notice he was lacking feeling in his fingers, and soon his hands had trouble moving. He went to the doctor and found out the problem: A.L.S. (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis) or otherwise known as Lou Gehrig's Disease, named after the famed baseball player.

The dreaded disease, which has been known to claim the life of the famous ball player and even actor David Niven, is a rapidly progressive, invariably fatal neurological disease that attacks the nerve cells (neurons) responsible for controlling voluntary muscles. In ALS, both the upper motor neurons and the lower motor neurons degenerate or die, ceasing to send messages to muscles. Unable to function, the muscles gradually weaken, waste away, and twitch. Eventually the ability of the brain to start and control voluntary movement is lost. Individuals with ALS lose their strength and the ability to move their arms, legs, and body. When muscles in the diaphragm and chest wall fail, individuals lose the ability to breathe without ventilatory support. Because ALS affects only motor neurons, the disease does not impair a person's mind, personality, intelligence, or memory, nor does it affect a person's ability to see, smell, taste, hear, or recognize touch. The cause of ALS is not known, and scientists do not yet know why ALS strikes some people and not others.

:(

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Since there is no known cure for ALS, Jason Becker's friends in the music community all raised financial support for him through a benefit concert. The concert in L.A. featured big names as George Lynch formerly of Dokken, Steve Vai, Warren DiMartini of Ratt, Steve Lukather of Toto, Zakk Wylde,and many others.

For the next several years, Jason Becker would remain home, unable to play live--but fortunately, he has not stopped playing music. Even though the disease has greatly diminished his ability to play guitar, he still creates guitar music through the use of computer technology. To this day he remains incapacitated by the potentially deadly disease, but his condition has not worsened, fortunately (though he admits that his condition has not improved either). He still is able to release albums from home.

Note the gloves on his hands, which he has worn since he was diagnosed with the disease:

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Two photos of Jason Becker in his current state, as he sits in his wheelchair.

Fans all over continue to be inspired by his music. :cool:

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Also in 1991, Rob Halford, the mighty vocalist of Judas Priest, decided to leave the band which he had fronted since the early 70's. Why? There was no real definite answer, though many speculated he was about to come out of the closet and announce that he was gay, which the band would not allow, fearing the disclosure would hurt the band's popularity.

But though that was rumor, perhaps the real reason was that he wanted to go in a different musical direction and find new life in a new band. No one is for sure, he says, but the split was rather acrimonious. Unfortunately, the band's popularity was waning in the tidal wave of trendy grunge. The only metal band that was rivaling Priest's popularity was Metallica, who were rapidly changing anyway. If Priest stayed together, would it have been a different story?

:(

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Like Bob Dylan said, the times, they were a-changin'. In March 1992, Vince Neil announced that he was being kicked out of the band he had fronted since 1981, his reason being that he was not happy with the band's musical direction (a common excuse), and the band saw fit to fire him. He also developed the love for race car driving, and his bandmates were not happy with his extra-cirricular activities. But soon Vince Neil was back on the road with a new album, Exposed, which featured the blazing guitar work of former Billy Idol guitarist Steve Stevens. The album featured hits such as "You're Invited But You're Friend Can't Come", and "Can't Have Your Cake and Eat It."

You're Invited But Your Friend Can't Come

Little woman got that look in her eyes
Want to cut me down to size
Show me what you're gonna do
It's true
Who's that gorilla standin' by your side
Oh, no, it must be your ride
You wouldn't be with such a fool
Or your mama too
There's something over here I want you to see
There's a party but it isn't for three
Get something straight between you and me
Because...

Whoa, no, you're invited but your friend can't come
Whoa, no, no, come on baby gonna have some fun...wow

Heartbreaker yeah you came for the show
But little did you know
You'd end up in the spotlight
Well alright
Come on baby won't you show me what you got
Ready or not...one, two, here we go
Oh, no...

Nobody's watchin' now it's time to decide
Shake the monkey, mama, don't be shy
Come on honey time to take a little ride
Because...

Whoa, no, you're invited but your friend can't come
Whoa, no, no, come on baby gonna have some fun...
Whoa no, you're invited but your friend can't come
(said your friend can't come)
C'mon baby gonna have some fun

Rock the night like a hurricane
Make me sweat like the drivin' rain
Pour it on till I can't get no reaction
It's gonna be your night tonight
I'm gonna make you feel alright
Scream and shout, I need it now
Now! Now! Now, now, now, now!
I'm making plans for the rest of the night
So tell your guard dog that he'd better not bite
My dogs are bigger and they're ready to fight
So come on, come on, come on, give it up tonight!

Whoa, no, you're invited but your friend can't come
Whoa, no, no, come on baby gonna have some fun
Whoa, no, you're invited but your friend can't come
(said your friend can't come)
Whoa, no, come on babe, we're gonna have some fun, yeah
We're gonna have some fun
We're gonna have some fun
We're gonna have some fun, baby
Oh, but she can't come...

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

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While so many vocalists were bailing out of the plummeting metal jet, one welcome reunion was that of Ronnie James Dio returning to Black Sabbath for the album Dehumanizer. The band had patched up old differences, realizing their breakup ten years ago was over silly suspicious things such as "Did someone really mess with the tapes to the Live Evil album?" And once they did the album, they found the old magic was still intact. They recorded a supremely heavy album which featured such classic tracks as "Computer Brains," "T.V. Crimes", and "Time Machine", which would become a standout track due it being prominently featured in one of the decade's most popular movies. ;)

But, alas, the reunion with Ronnie was not to remain. They were participating in another reunion of sorts with their old pal Ozzy for his final concert as part of his No More Tours tour, and "the Little Hitler" as Dio was called once again stamped his foot and marched out once again from the Sabbath camp, never to return. ohno:

This is one of the best songs on the album:

Computer Brains

Waiting for the revolution
New clear vision - genocide
Computerize god - it's the new religion
Program the brain - not the heartbeat

Onward all you crystal soldiers
Touch tomorrow - energize
Digital dreams
And you're the next correction
Man's a mistake so we'll fix it, yeah

Take a look at your own reflection
Right before your eyes
It turns to steel

[Chorus:]
There's another side of heaven
This way - to technical paradise
Find it on the other side
When the walls fall down

Love is automatic pleasure
Virtual reality
Terminal hate - it's a calculation
Send in the child for connection

Take a look at the toys around you
Right before your eyes
The toys are real

[Chorus]

Midnight confessions
Never heal the soul
What you believe is fantasy

Your past is your future
Left behind
Lost in time
Will you surrender

Waiting for the revolution
Program the brain
Not the heartbeat

Deliver us to evil
Deny us of our faith
Robotic hearts bleed poison
On the world we populate

Virtual existence
With a superhuman mind
The ultimate creation
Destroyer of mankind

Termination of our youth
For we do not compute
No

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: !

[ABlairican Pie]

Apparently the scandal of t.v. preachers still loomed large in heavy metal circles. No question it still was a problem with many questionable faith healers on the rise in 1992:

T.V. Crimes

One day in the life of the lonely
Another day on the round about
What do they need
Somebody to love

One night in the life of the lonely
There's a miracle on the screen
What did they see
Somebody to love

He guarantees you instant glory
Get your money on the line

Gotta send me a plastic Jesus
There's a check in the mail today
That's what I need
Somebody to love

We just won't eat on Sunday
Gotta buy him a limousine
Somewhere to live
Somewhere to pray

Every penny from the people
Keeps the wolf outside the door
Shop around and find forgiveness for yourself
But he'll give you more, yeah

[Chorus:]
Holy father, holy ghost
Who's the one who pays the most
Rock the cradle don't you cry
Buy another lullaby

Jack is nimble, Jack is quick
Pick your pocket, turn a trick
Slow and steady, he's got time
To commit another TV crime
TV crime

One day in the life of the lonely
Back again on the round about
What do they need
Somebody to love

Yeah

One night in the life of the lonely
Another miracle on the screen
What did they see
Somebody to love again

A supermarket of salvation
Take a look inside the store
Shop around and find forgiveness for yourself
But he gives more

Holy father - holy ghost
Who's the one who hurts you most
Rock the cradle when you cry
Scream another lullaby

Jack be nimble, Jack be slick
Take the money, get out quick
Slow and steady, so much time
To commit another
TV Crime, TV Crime

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

[ABlairican Pie]

The main hit from the album:

Time Machine

Oh what are you gonna do
When there's a part of you
That needs to run with the wind

And the fire of burning yesterdays
Can only light the way
To lead you from
The garden of the dark
Stay out of shadows

Now look like the change is on
Tomorrow's never gone
Today just never comes

Go on and jump,yeah
Into the hurricane
You will forger the pain
It's only there
To exorcise your mind

Looking at the world
When you've open up your eyes
You've got to see the promises they've made
They're bloody lies and broken dreams
Your silence screams

[Chorus:]
You're living in a time machine
And you can choose just who you are
Someone that you've never seen
Somewhere you've never been
You're living in a time machine

Oh what are you gonna do
When every part of you
Just needs to catch the wind

And the fire of burning yesterdays
Can only light the way
To lead you from
The garden of the dark

Looking for the world
When you've opened up your eyes
You'll see you've got invisible chains
They're only lies
Not what it seems
I hear your silent screams

[Chorus:]
You're living in a time machine
Nobody cares just where you go
Taken where you've never been
?? somewhere you don't know

You're living in a time machine
Why do you stay who you are
Be what you've never been
Someone you've never seen
You're living in a time machine
Yeah

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

Ronnie James Dio:

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Black Sabbath's 1990 album Tyr, which featured vocalist Tony Martin.

Feels Good to Me

The chapter is opened and the pages are turned
the writings say many things but who was concerned
Where can we run to now, when will we learn?
When it's lost it's gone forever

For years they told me what I should do
Down to the places to go and who should I talk to
But that don't matter no more since I found out the truth
and it feels good to me

The world is turnin'
Forever turnin'
Forever yearnin'
For the love of life
and you're wrong if you think that I'm afraid to love

I wonder, I wonder does it not seem strange to you
Just how the tables have turned on me and you?
How long can we go on livin', livin' the way we do?
When it's lost it's gone forever

It feels good to me.....

[Cactus Jack]

Also in 1992, MIke myers and Dana Carvey starrred in the movie

WAYNE'S WORLD
http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/allposters/mg/190501_rt.jpg

This hilarious movie was based on their SNL recurring sketch about two guys who did a public access show freom their basement, movie also starred Rob Lowe, Tia Carrere among mnay others

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Yes, as a matter of fact, the song "Time Machine" by Black Sabbath was featured in the movie 'Wayne's World', one of the funniest movies of all time!! And not only was the movie a big boost for Black Sabbath, but also for Queen, which featured one of the most memorable rock and roll scenes in movies when all were sitting in the back singing along and rocking out to "Bohemian Rhapsody"!!

Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
I’m just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because I’m easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesn’t really matter to me,
To me

Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now he’s dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didn’t mean to make you cry-
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-

Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Body’s aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-I’ve got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I don’t want to die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all-

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-can’t do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,

Any way the wind blows....

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

One thing I'd like to point out that may be of interest is, one of my friends who I went to school and church with years ago told me that she believed the
song "Bohemian Rhapsody" had veiled references to gay sex and AIDS. :confused: I explained to her that, yes, even though Freddie Mercury was bisexual, the song was written in 1975, at least six years before people had heard of AIDS. It was really strange some church-going folks read a little too much into a song, and read just really salacious stuff only. :rolleyes:

Brian May was excited about the song appearing in the movie, and was sad to see that Freddie died before its release. It would have been certain that Queen would have made a full-scale tour of America had he lived based on the popularity of the song. The song's popularity was a vindication of its staying power for so many years after its release.

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Wayne's World also proved one more thing: Movies about rock and roll dudes will always succeed.

Case in point: Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, Bill and Ted's Totally Bogus Journey, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, etc. and more that we shall see in the very near future. Why do they succeed? It's because they're all about the Everyman, just regular goofy guys who want the chance to make it to the top with music that everyone can relate to. Unless you're one of those tofu-eating PC-type coffeehouse geeks who listens to Ukrainian Pygmy new age war chants to the Fertility Goddess while sipping de-caff espresso. :rolleyes:

One Wayne's World hottie: Tia Carrera, who played Cassandra. :eyes:

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And of course, who could forget their meeting with Alice Cooper backstage, who gave them a history lesson about Milwaukee? "It was also the only city in America to consecutively elect four socialist mayors!"

"WE'RE NOT WORTHY!!! WE'RE NOT WORTHY!!! WE'RE SCUM!!! WE SUCK!!!"
:notworthy :notworthy

[Steve M.]

Wayne's World also proved one more thing: Movies about rock and roll dudes will always succeed.

Case in point: Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, Bill and Ted's Totally Bogus Journey, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, etc. and more that we shall see in the very near future. Why do they succeed? It's because they're all about the Everyman, just regular goofy guys who want the chance to make it to the top with music that everyone can relate to. Unless you're one of those tofu-eating PC-type coffeehouse geeks who listens to Ukrainian Pygmy new age war chants to the Fertility Goddess while sipping de-caff espresso. :rolleyes:

Or you're a hip-hoppin' gangsta from da hood rappin' bout the bitches and the ho's or dissin' yo' mamma like Eminem. . . . did I just say all that? :eek:

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Or you're a hip-hoppin' gangsta from da hood rappin' bout the bitches and the ho's or dissin' yo' mamma like Eminem. . . . did I just say all that? :eek:Said what? :confused: Didn't hear a thing.



;)

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Anno Mundi
from Tyr, 1990

Can you see me, are you near me?
Can you hear me crying out for life?
Can you tell me, where's the glory?
Ride the days and sail the nights
When it's over you'll find the answer
Running in the whispering rain
Anno Mundi? Can you wonder!
Truth or thunder, life or blame

Do you see a vision of a perfect place?
Does it make you laugh, put a smile on your face?
Do you need a mirror, do you see it well?
Does the hand of God still toll the bell?
There are people laughing
They're all laughing at you
If only they could see what you're saying is true
Still generals fighting, making war on the world
Don't they know, don't they know?
No, no, no

The wind in the night blows cold
Your eyes are burning
As the sands of our time grow old
Anno Mundi

Do you follow the path that so many tread?
Are you among the blind so easily lead?
Do you join the war, do you fight for the cause?
Depend on another to fight it alone

The wind in the night blows cold
Your eyes are burning
As the sands of our time grow old
Anno Mundi

Can you see me now, can you hear me now?
Can you tell me where's the glory?
Ride the days and sail the nights
When it's over, you'll find the answer
running in the rain

There's a hope that's growing and a vision too
All those angry hearts now reach out for you
Do you look to the dawn, see a new day begun?
No longer the fool, the vision is done

Black Sabbath with vocalist Tony Martin and Cozy Powell on drums:

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Iron Maiden released a new album, Fear of the Dark, which was a step away from their customary "galloping bass" of Steve Harris on previous albums. The album featured a new album design by an illustrator other than Derek Riggs, who had done the other more familiar covers. On this album, the band was moving into a more thrash direction as on the hit "Be Quick or Be Dead," but unfortunately, the onslaught of the Seattle scene had obscured
a fine offering by the legendary band. It was a shame that almost all things metal were being pushed aside by a scene that was no longer the country's best kept secret.

Janick Gers was also coming into his own on the album after the departure of Adrian Smith. But sadly, there was soon another departure that was not pleasant for Maiden fans to hear about... :(

This song was a perfect anthem for another hotly-contested election year:

Be Quick or Be Dead

Covered in sinners and dripping with guilt,
Making you money from slime and from filth...
Parading your bellies in ivory towers,
Investing our lives in your schemes and your powers

You've got to watch them - Be quick or be dead,
Snake eyes in heaven, the beast in your head--!
You've got to watch them - Be quick or be dead,
Snake eyes in heaven, the thief in your head...!
Be quick!
Or be dead!
Be quick! (quick)
Or be DEAD! (dead)

See... what's ruling all our lives...
See... who's pulling strings...
See... what's ruling all our lives
See who holds the strings...!
I bet you won't fall on your face,
Your belly will hold you in place--

The serpent is crawling inside of your ear,
He says you must vote for what you want to hear!
Don't matter what's wrong as long as you're alright!
So pull yourself stupid, rob yourself blind!!

You've got to watch them - Be quick or be dead,
Snake eyes in heaven, the thief in your head--!
You've got to watch them - Be quick or be dead,
Snake eyes in heaven, the thieves in your head...
Be quick!
Or be dead!
Be quick! (quick!)(quick!) (quick!)
Or be DEAD! (dead!) (dead!) (dead!)

You've got to watch them - Be quick or be dead,
Snake eyes in heaven, the thieves in your head
You've got to watch them - Be quick or be dead,
Snake eyes in heaven, the thieves in your head...!!
Be quick!
Or be dead!
BE QUICK!

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

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Fear of the Dark

I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's
always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's
always there

Have you run your fingers down
the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared
to take a look
At the corner of the room
You've sensed that something's
watching you

Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no one's there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure there's
someone there

Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklores
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's
always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's
always there

When I'm walking a dark road
I am a man who walks alone

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

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Afraid to Shoot Strangers

Lying awake at night I wipe the sweat from my brow
But it's not fear 'cos I'd rather go now
Trying to visualise the horrors that will lay ahead
The desert sand mound a burial ground

When it comes to the time
Are we partners in crime ?
When it comes to the time
We'll be ready to die

God let us go now and finish what's to be done
Thy Kingdom come
Thy shall be done... on earth

Trying to justify to ourselves the reasons to go
Should live and let live
Forget or forgive

But how can we let them go on this way ?
The reign of terror corruption must end
And we know deep down there's no other way
No trust, no reasoning, no more to say

Afraid to shoot strangers
Afraid to shoot strangers.

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

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Childhood's End

I'd sail across the ocean
I'd walk a hundred miles
If I could make it to the end
Oh just to see a smile

You see it in their faces
The saddness in their tears
The despereation and the anger
Madness and the fear

[Chorus:]
No hope, no life, just pain and fear
No food, no love, just greed is here

Starvation and the hunger
The suffering and the pain
The agonies of all-out war
When will it come again ?

The struggle for the power
A tyrant tries again
Just what the hell is going on ?
When will it ever end ?

[Chorus:]

You see the full moon float
You watch the red sun rise
We take these things for granted
But somewhere someone's dying

Contaminated waters
Pollution and decay
Just waiting for disease to strike
Oh will we learn someday?

No hope, no life, just pain and fear
No food, no love, no seed, childhood's end.

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

Bootleg album:

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Anthrax released one of their best albums in years, Sound of White Noise, which brought a new addition to the camp: vocalist John Bush, formerly of veteran thrash band Armored Saint, who provided a much-needed vocal boost to the 'Thraxers' style of intense metal. The band had booted former vocalist Joey Belladonna out, feeling he had sounded too much like Steve Perry. The sound was much more muscular and meaner, and definitely one of the best albums of 1992, with the hit, "Only", and "Room For One More," "Packaged Rebellion", "HyPro Glo", and "Black Lodge."

Only

Everything is perfect
Everything is sick, that's it
You can't tell me to stop it
You can't tell me not to quit, that's it

Revolve around yourself
It's you and no one else
Hard for me to stay
Swinging moods that change
From calmness to deranged
Unpredictable, unpredictable

You would see if
Only
You hadn't taken things out of my hands
Only
You never wanted to understand

Clasing ways to live here
Compromise for me
I'm at both ends of the spectrum
You're somewhere in the between
Ah, come clean

Crucified, terrified, sacrifice, my whole life
If only...
I can't contain myself
I can't contain myself
I just can't take myself

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

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Here is one of the best songs on the album:

Room For One More

Fix the mental, as if that changes anything
Your heart is cured now, you're normal once again
One confession, you thought that's all it took
But redemption, doesn't let you off the hook

One of us
Can't erase the past to change who he would be
One of us
On a whim would act, then look for sympathy
Not from me

Hear me say...

One more
Chance to believe in
That you can even the score
One more
Place at the table
Always room for one more
Room for one more

Thing evil, is that just your normal gig
Fueled by hatred, happy as a stuffed pig
You're so lonely, everyone around you reeks
Of indifference, thriving in their apathy

Your schism, my distress
Your failure is my success
Squeezed out, kept me down
What goes around comes around
I can wait you out
Patience is my virtue
Call it payback, call it proper grounds
What goes around always comes around, always comes around

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

John Bush:

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One thing that the band was seeing was the over-commercialism in the new grunge movement, where anything with flannel and Doc Marten's was considered "cool". Scott Ian decried the trend to be "hip and rebellious" by MTV kids who thought all you needed to make a statement was an over-priced plaid flannel shirt for $300 dollars at a major department store that would cost only $9 bucks at a thrift store. Was rock and roll ever really rebellious? Perhaps at the very beginning of any movement in music, but eventually businessmen saw they could cash in on the "rage." At least that's what Scott Ian saw. He criticized Nirvana's choice to appear on the cover of Rolling Stone with the caption "Corporate Magazines Still Suck" on Kurt Cobain's shirt--when he was still on the cover! By courting controversy, Kurt was being co-opted by the consumer kiddies. Scott Ian admitted that he was there to make money like everyone else in the business--that's why bands recorded music, but he felt that Lollapalooza promoters stop treating it like a peace-and-love music fest when they stood to make money as well.

Was rock and roll real any more? Or was it...

Packaged Rebellion

In and out
Try to be
What you see
Anarchy
Everything, everyone, everyman
Rebellion
But you can't make a move

If you win then you lose
Look at me to approve
You're so hard, you're so real
You got nothing

Who laughs last?
A question, not a task
I ask,
What's your reason,
Do you believe in anything?

I don't wanna how you're so driven
I don't wanna know your influence
I don't need to prove myself
I just need to be myself
It doesn't show how I'm trying to be
It just shows who I am

Gone,
Take your packaged rebellion
Move on,
Revolution on your sleeve
If you say, mean it
If you mean it, do it
You can't live your life through me
Gone,
Take your packaged Rebellion
With the air you breathe

Look around
No one cares
Who you are
Why or where
You're so blind, you're so dumb, you're so deaf
Like a gun
That you can't even shoot
To the point that is moot
And you don't have a clue
You're so hard, you're so real
You got nothing

Who laughs last?
A question, not a task
I ask,
What's your reason,
Do you believe in anything?

I don't wanna hear how you're so driven
I don't wanna know your influence
I don't need to prove myself
I just need to be myself
It doesn't show who I am trying to be
It just shows who I am

Gone,
Take your packaged rebellion
Move on,
Revolution on your sleeve
If you say it, mean it
If you mean it, do it
You can't live your life through me
If you do it, live it
If you live it, say it
Action is the air you breathe

I saw your act, it came and went
As flaccid as an ex-president
Your ideas are out of place
It's anarchy with a friendly face
Rebel, rebel, don't regret
Screw 'em every chance you get

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

Scott Ian then and now:

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Danny Spitz was also another member of Anthrax who would face the boot from the band soon. As the members insisted that he play faster, he said he couldn't play as fast as they wanted. They soon decided to get someone who could. For the next few years, the band would be without a steady lead guitarist. Danny Spitz dropped out of music for the next several years.

Hy Pro Glo

I...
Who, what, where, when, why,
How many ways can you lie
How many ways can you try
How many ways can you die

What am I gonna do
I can't look at you
What are you gonna do
You're no hypocrite

I bash my head against the wall everyday
You'd bash your head against the wall anyway
And then you'd turn around to see if I care
But I can't, and I never did
What'd you expect me to give
You never deserved my respect

How many ways can you try
It burns a hole inside my mind

What am I gonna do
I can't look at you
Can't look like you
I'm no hypocrite

What are you gonna do
You love to look at you
Don't have a clue
You're no hypocrite

You've hgot a hole inside that you have to feed
You've got a hole you'll use to get what you need
And then you look to see if I care
But I can't, and I never did
What'd you expect me to give
You never deserved my respect

You've got that look I wanna know
You've got that look, the hy pro glo

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

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This is one of the darker, slower songs on the album. There is a David Lynch vibe to the song:

Black Lodge

Worship the ground you barely walk on
You give of yourself but your angels are gone
Deny your body is screaming
But your heart and your soul they're bleeding
Just to fall asleep is a godsend
Until your demons appear again

I am a witness to your demise

Your biggest secret is one you can't keep
Lift up your head if you're only asleep
You try to hold onto reason
Why can't you see that you're leaving
My love for you knows no distance
But it can't fight your resistance

I am a witness to your demise
I am the one who saw through the lies

Give me,
The one thing you can't give
Take me to
The black lodge where you live

Deny your body is screaming
But your heart and your soul they're bleeding
Just to fall alseep is a godsend
Until your demons appear again

I am a witness to your demise
I am the one who saw through the lies
My love has always been blind

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It was official: Ozzy Osbourne had gotten to the point where he was just too
old and too burned out for the rigors of the road. He announced that he would retire after the close of his farewell, No More Tours, tour. And of course he planned to go out in style. On the first leg of the tour, he had Slaughter (whose members were responsible for finding Randy Rhoads for him years earlier) and Ugly Kid Joe open. But it was the final dates of the tour that really topped it off. As the tour wound down in Costa Mesa, California, it was announced that his old band, Black Sabbath would open for him. Ronnie James Dio felt this was a total indignity, why should a band as huge as Sabbath be opening for anyone, including Ozzy? This marked Dio's second, and final, exit from Black Sabbath. And, just as the situation got scarier without a lead singer for Sabbath, who should come to the rescue but fellow metal Brummie (Birmingham, U.K.-ite) Rob Halford, fresh out of Judas Priest. He sang most of the show on bended knee, reading handwritten lyrics from the stage.

At the end of Ozzy's concert, the legendary metal band joined Ozzy for a string of songs including "Paranoid," "Iron Man", "Children of the Grave", and their self-titled opening song on their debut album, "Black Sabbath." It was an incredible event. Ozzy was reunited with his old band for one last time, all the problems that had separated them for once had been forgotten. The night, and the tour, would not. It was a great moment for the Ozz-man. Happy trails, John Michael Osbourne. :crying: :bye:

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Tony Iommi and Rob Halford on one of the final nights of the tour:

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Rob Halford with Tony Iommi (second pic):

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Slaughter released their followup in 1992, The Wild Life, which had a few hits that were as popular as on their debut.

Though grunge reigned supreme in Seattle in 1992, when I saw Slaughter open for the Ozzy show then, it was an exciting moment. The boys of Slaughter really put a killer show, and the highlight of their set was "Fly to the Angels." It was a trip to see them open with the song below.

One thing that was so hilarious about the No More Tours concert in Seattle was, every once in while, women would flash their breasts for the enthusiastic crowd!! :grineyes: Good old rock and roll revelry. It was sad that
it was about to end with Ozzy's final tour. Everyone knew that the era of partying metal was drawing to a close. But there was still fun while it lasted.
At the show at the Seattle Center Coliseum, Zakk Wylde stopped his guitar solo and demanded to see girls flash their "MF'in" *breasts*, or he wouldn't play more until they did. Oddly enough, no one did. :confused: Ozzy was on hand to hop around like a possessed monkey and splash water into the crowd!

The Wild Life

C'mon and live it!

Ooh yeah!

Sittin' home by yourself with the tv on
Ya know ya got nothin' better to do
And then all of a sudden
Get a feelin' inside

There's a whole party waitin' for you
You crawl out to the jungle late at night
Your friends say go real far(Ya go real far)
Now you're searchin' for the time of your life
And you'll never, never know where you are

Chorus:

It's the wild life
Thats in your veins
You'll feel like an animal's been uncaged
Ya live the wild life(wild life)
It's a wild, wild life

Right!

Now you're hangin' with the pack
Out seein' the sights
now everything's lookin' good to you
It's a fine line between fire and ice
But you're gonna break on through
You're crawlin fast now
With the wind in your hair

Ya know ya can't get enough
No matter what ya see
No matter what ya do
You know you'll never,never know where you are

Chorus:

It's the wild life
Thats in your veins
You'll feel like an animal's been uncaged
Ya live the wild life(wild life)
It's a wild, wild life

Right!

So now you're out in the jungle late at night
Your friends say go real far(Ya go real far)
You'll be searchin' for the time of your life
But you'll never, never know where you are

Chorus:

It's the wild life
Thats in your veins
You'll feel like an animal's been uncaged
Ya live the wild life(wild life)
It's a wild, wild life

Right!

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

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The Wild Life was not quite the big seller as their debut was. The band experimented with a few concept tracks revolving around social issues, even including Tom Brokaw on one track (obviously his daughter was a fan), in an attempt to show that they were more serious than being just a pop metal band. One ballad they did on the album was "Real Love."

Reach For the Sky

You can run but you can't hide
Just another day in the rat race
It seems like you're fallin' behind
so tell me whatcha gonna do
So you're feelin' down and out
And it seems like you got no future
Never knowin' what you will find

So tell me whatcha gonna do

Chorus:

Just reach for the sky
There's nothin that you can't do
Just open your eyes

Ooh the lights will shine on you
You'll reach for the sky
How far do you hafta climb
To stand on top of the mountain
When it seems all ya do is slide?
Now tell me what this means to you
Oh, what this means to you baby
Maybe we can run away
And hide behind our tears
Paradise is on it's way
Just open your mind up
I'll rid you of all your fears

Chorus:

Just reach for the sky
There's nothin' that you can't do
Just open your eyes
Ooh, the lights will shine on you
You'll reach for the sky
Just reach for the sky

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

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The opening band on the No More Tours bill was Ugly Kid Joe,
whose debut album, America's Least Wanted, featured the juvenile anti-social anthem "Everything About You." Unfortunately, the crowd at the Seattle show didn't quite get into them until they played this song at the end.
They didn't know who these guys were except for that song which was all over Z-Rock. Their lead singer liked to rile up the crowd by chanting "F:censored: You!!"

The band, fronted by vocalist Whitfield Crane, decided to name their band Ugly Kid Joe as a counterpoint to Pretty Boy Floyd.

Everything About You

I, hate the rain and sunny weather,
and I, hate beach and mountains too;
(and) I don't like a thing about the city, no, no,
and I, I, I, hate the countryside too!

And I, hate everything about you!
...everything about you!

And I, don't like a thing about your mother,
and I, I hate your daddy's guts too,
And I don't like a thing about your sister, no, no
'cause I I I think sex is overrated too.

CHORUS

And I, get sick when I'm around, I, can't stand to be around,
I, hate everything about you!
Everything about you, everything about you, everything about you!

BRIDGE

Some say I've got a bad attitude,
but that don't change the way I feel about you,
and if you think this might be bringing me down,
look again 'cause I ain't wearing no frown!

SOLO

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

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All the world needed a fratboy-metal band. They were the dudes who would deliver the goods.

Neighbor

Sittin' in your front yard, drinkin' lemonade
Suburban life, a pretty wife
you think you've got it made
But you don't know, what's in store
for you and your family
I'm movin' in, right next door, won't you welcome me
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
And I hope I didn't ruin your day
Won't you be my neighbor
I brought my life, my ugly wife
my dirty dog with fleas
My kid's a punk, and I'm a drunk
this I'm sure you'll see
Yeah you don't know, what it's like, to live in misery
Welcome to, home sweet hell
dissatisfaction guaranteed
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
And if I could I surely would
Invite you in and say
Won't you be my neighbor
Won't you be my neighbor
Won't you be my neighbor
Won't you be my neighbor
C'mon I don't think you'll find
A place to live in peace of mind
You're gonna live in misery
When you're livin' next to me
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
Raaaah ! Won't you be my, won't you be my
funky neighbor
Well I drink, and I stink, I smoke, yeah I'm a joke
I try all night and day to get a piece of the action, a-haa
And you should know by now you're never gonna forget, a-aaa
Now I know just what you're thinkin'
It could be out 'n' you're drinkin'
So don't you knock it until you try it
It could be you in a little while
I hope I didn't ruin your day
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
I dig your wife, she sure is good
It's a beautiful day in the neighboorhoor... ha, ha, ha

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

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One more excellent example of thrash was The Ritual by Testament. The album opened with an amazing, haunting guitar solo by Alex Skolnik, "Signs of Chaos," before launching into a powerful number, "Electric Crown."

But as great as the album was, not all was well in the Testament camp. In the following year, Skolnik decided to take his leave of the band, feeling confined with being another hot-shot guitarist in a thrash band when his real love was for jazz and fusion. He wanted to expand his horizons, especially when he expressed his desire for more melodic metal. He said that the band interpreted that as being "not heavy", so a rift grew between him and the others. It was sad and ironic that their best musician felt compelled to leave a very worthy band. Their other guitarist Eric Peterson noticed Skolnik's frustration as well: when Peterson asked him to show him how to play a certain part, Skolnik would get irritated and come close to blowing up over such a simple request. It was not a healthy situation for all.

Electric Crown

Here we go
The people show
Victims of tomorrow
The way it goes
It never shows
Emptiness or sorrow
There is nothing left inside
Nothing left to cry for
So I justify my crimes
Things I must die for
So alone
Away it goes
The life that you have wasted
You never know
Where is might go
The sweet success you've tasted
Tasted by a bitter frown
Knowing I must die for
Can't confide, to all the lies
No one to inquire

As I wander, change of seasons
As I realize
That I'll soon be there
I'll let you know
The reapers show
Makes you beg or borrow
He comes to see
The tragedy
His fate he will not follow
Wearing your electric crown
The preacher starts to pray
Shiver as the lights go down
Heed these words I say

As I wander
Change of seasons
I can't ponder
I got my reasons
As I realize
I don't care
All I know is
That I'll soon be there

Now it's gone
The time has come
The people stand in silence
Another dawn
Has come and gone
His fate has been decided
There is no one left inside
A brain without a mind
Traces of a bitter man
Are all you will find

As I wander
Change of seasons
I can't ponder
I got my reasons
As I realize
I don't care
All I know is
That I'll soon be there
That I'll soon be there
That I'll soon be there
That I'll soon be there

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

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This is one of the best songs on the album, another tune about t.v. evangelists--which could equally be applied to politicians, or even certain conservative radio shock jocks which littered the airwaves. Both of these parties functioned as preachers anyway. The guitar work is amazing.

So Many Lies

I didn't mean to offend you
But you were way out of line
And I can't help the way I feel
Who said I feel fine ?
I'll only give you one warning
Then you must realize
The day of judgement is closing in
your selfish ways bring your demise

He who lies
Evil pays
Who are you ?
Who made you anyway ?
Wrong or right
Who's to say
I wanna know
Who made you God today

Slave to the ways of the system
Soon to be crucified
I've seen into your darkest fears
The ones you cannot hide
I know where you go when
Your fears start showing
You run, You cannot hide
Will they respect you when
You ask of the world,
Forgive me for so many lies' ?

He who lies
Evil pays
Who are you ?
Who made you anyway ?
Wrong or right
Who's to say
I wanna know
Who made you God today

Is there a need to pretend
To be a man, so divine
And even if I offended you
My truth you can't deny
I know where you go when
Your fears start showing
You run, You cannot hide
Will they respect you when
You ask of the world,
Forgive me for so many lies' ?

He who lies
Evil pays
Who are you ?
Who made you anyway ?
Wrong or right
Who's to say
I wanna know
Who made you God today

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

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Here is a ballad that became one of their biggest songs:

Return to Serenity

I'm gonna take you
To a place far from here
No one will see us
Watch the pain as it disappears
No time for anger
No time for despair
Won't you come with me
There's a room for us there
This innocent beauty
My words can't describe
This rebirth purity
Brings a sullen tear right to your eyes
No time for anger
No time for despair
Please let me take you
'cause I'm already there

I'm so alone
My head's my home
I'll return to serenity

Rhyme without reason is why children cry
They see through the system
That's breeding them just so they die
So please let me take you
And I'll show you the truth
Inside my reality
We shared in youth

[CHORUS :]
I'm so alone
My head's my home
And I feel
So alone
You know
At last
I'll return to serenity

Now that I've taken you
To a place far from here
I really must go back
Close your eyes and we'll disappear
Won't you come with me
Salvation we'll share
Inside of my head now
There's a room for us there

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[Steve M.]

Going back to 1991 for a moment. . . . John Mellencamp released Whenever We Wanted that year.

http://www.erfelden.de/wolf/cds/whenever%20we%20wanted.jpg

Now no longer using the word "cougar" in his name, John Mellencamp was all musically and emotionally grown up. He did, however, continue to play the role of rock star in one respect. See that bird on the cover? That's his supermodel wife, Elaine Irwin Mellencamp! ;)

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Going back to 1991 for a moment. . . . John Mellencamp released Whenever We Wanted that year.

http://www.erfelden.de/wolf/cds/whenever%20we%20wanted.jpg

Now no longer using the word "cougar" in his name, John Mellencamp was all musically and emotionally grown up. He did, however, continue to play the role of rock star in one respect. See that bird on the cover? That's his supermodel wife, Elaine Irwin Mellencamp! ;)I was wondering who that hottie was in the video!!

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While the rest of the rock and roll was mired in the sludge of the Seattle scene, a veteran rock and roll institution returned with a new album: SPINAL TAP, and their new album, Break Like the Wind.
Now that the musical skies were clear for metal, the British band came back with a vengeance--their songs and production values were impeccable, the rockumentary from eight years ago had awakened a new generation of fans to their music, and best of all, no malfunctioning pods!! The songs had anthem written all over them, "The Majesty of Rock", "Just Begin Again" (which featured a cameo appearance by Cher," their classic Yuletide hit "Christmas With the Devil," and everyone's favorite, "Bitch School."

There was one problem, however: America was semi-officially a metal-free zone.

Now for who was the lucky lady the following song written?

(Answer upcoming.)

Bitch School

You been bad
Don't do what I say.
You don't listen.
And you never obey.
Try to teach you.
But you just won't be good.
You won't behave the way
A big girl should.
It's time to give the whip a crack.
I'm gonna have to send you back to
Bitch School.
Bitch School.

You're a beauty.
You're the best of your breed.
You're a handful.
And I know what you need.
You need training.
Gonna bring you to heel.
I'm gonna break you with my will of steel.
Discipline's my middle name.
And no one comes back the same from
Bitch School.
Bitch School.

No more sniffling strangers, or running free at night.
You think my bark's bad, honey - wait till you feel my bite.

You got problems.
You whine and you beg.
When I'm busy,
You wanna dance with my leg.
I'm gonna chain you.
Make you sleep out of doors.
You're so fetching when you're down on all fours.
And when you hear your master,
You will come a little faster, thanks to
Bitch School.

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

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The answer to that last question? David St. Hubbins' dog, of course! It's a song about an obedience school!! Did any of you really think it was about, what it looked like? :rolleyes: Gee, all that PC hysteria...

;) :lol:

Just like Spinal Tap to lay heavy on the double-entendres...

So here is another classic anthem that should have kept the mutant spawns of Pearl Jam (whom we will get to in 1993) from emerging from the fetid restrooms of the Off-Ramp on Eastlake Ave. in Seattle (it was called Graceland and is now El Corazon):

The Majesty of Rock

There's a pulse in the new-born sun;
A beat in the heat of noon;
There's a song as the day grows long,
And a tempo in the tides of the moon.
It's all around us and it's everywhere,
And it's deeper than Royal blue.
And it feels so real you can feel the feeling!

And that's The Majesty Of Rock!
The fantasy of Roll!
The ticking of the clock,
The wailing of the soul!
The prisoner in the dock,
The digger in the hole,
We're in this together...and ever...

In the shade of a jungle glade,
Or the rush of the crushing street,
On the plain, on the foamy main,
You can never escape from the beat.
It's in the mud and it's in your blood
And its conquest is complete.
And all that you can do is just surrender.

To the Majesty of Rock!
The Pageantry of Roll!
The crowing of the ****,
The running of the foal!
The shepherd with his flock,
The miner with his coal,
We're in this together...and ever...

When we die, do we haunt the sky?
Do we lurk in the murk of the seas?
What then? Are we born again?
Just to sit asking questions like these?
I know, for I told me so,
And I'm sure each of you quite agrees:
The more it stays the same, the less it changes!

And that's The Majesty Of Rock!
The Mystery of Roll!
The darning of the sock,
The scoring of the goal!
The farmer takes a wife
The barber takes a pole.
We're in this together...and ever...

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: :notworthy :king:

The bleeped out word is another term for rooster.

[ABlairican Pie]

Spinal Tap even toured Springfield where Bart Simpson and Milhouse were in attendance.

"Behold our inflatable demon prop! It is very evil and impressive! We salute you, our Dark Lord!!"

[ABlairican Pie]

Mr. Positive of rock and roll, Jon Bon Jovi and Co. released another album which hinted that they, as well as other hair metal mainstays of the 80's, where shifting into a more pop direction away from hard rocking tunes on their 1992 album Keep the Faith. It was also at this point that the manly mane began to get shorn from Jon and the guys.

Bed of Roses

Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don’t know
’cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blond gave me nightmares
I think she’s still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won’t make of me when I’m dead

With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
Its own beat in my head
While we’re talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you’re all that I need

I want to lay you on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

Well I’m so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king’s ransom in dimes I’d given each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it’s hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I’ll just close my eyes and whisper,
Baby blind love is true

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

The hotel bar hangover whiskey’s gone dry
The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked
And she’s giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died

When you close your eyes
Know I’ll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonite I won’t be alone
But you know that don’t
Mean I’m not lonely I’ve got nothing to prove
For it’s you that I’d die to defend

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

[ABlairican Pie]

Keep the Faith

Mother mother tell your children
That their time has just begun
I have suffered for my anger
There are wars that can’t be won

Father father please believe me
I am laying down my guns
I am broken like an arrow
Forgive me
Forgive your wayward son

Everybody needs somebody to love
(mother, mother)
Everybody needs somebody to hate
(please believe me)
Everybody’s bitching
’cause they can’t get enough
And it’s hard to hold on
When there’s no one to lean on

Faith: you know you’re gonna live thru the rain
Lord you got to keep the faith
Faith: don’t let your love turn to hate
Right now we got to
Keep the faith
Keep the faith
Keep the faith
Lord we got to keep the faith

Tell me baby when I hurt you
Do you keep it all inside
Do you tell me al’s forgiven
And just hide behind your pride

Everybody needs somebody to love
(mother, father)
Everybody needs somebody to hate
(please don’t leave me)
Everybody’s bleeding
’cause the times are tough
Well it’s hard to be strong
When there’s no one to dream on

Faith: you know you’re gonna live thru the rain
Lord you got to keep the faith
Now you know is not too late
Oh you got to keep the faith
Faith: don’t let your love turn to hate
Right now we got to
Keep the faith
Keep the faith
Keep the faith
Lord we got to keep the faith

Walking in the footsteps
Of society’s lies
I don’t like what I see no more
Sometimes I wish that I was blind
Sometimes I wait forever

To stand out in the rain
So no one sees me cryin’
Trying to wash away the pain
Mother father

There’s things I’ve done I can’t erase
Every night we fall from grace

It’s hard with the world in yours face
Trying to hold on, trying to hold on

Faith: you know you’re gonna live thru the rain
Lord you got to keep the faith
Faith: don’t let your love turn to hate
Right now we got to keep the faith
Faith: now it’s not too late
Try to hold on, trying to hold on
Keep the faith

[ABlairican Pie]

One Boston metal band refused to give into the spirit of the times: Dream Theater was formed at Berklee School of Music when guitarist John Petrucci and bassist John Myung teamed up with drummer Mike Portnoy, and after a few lineup changes, found vocalist James Labrie and keyboardist Kevin Moore to complete a unique progressive rock band in the vein of classic epic-rockers such as Yes, Rush, Kansas, and of course, Queensryche. John Petrucci was gaining a name for himself as one of the most talented, virtuosic guitarists in rock, Labrie's vocals were powerful, and the band excelled at dizzying tempo changes and skillful soloing. Their first album, under the band name Majesty, was titled Where Dream and Day Unite, in 1989, but soon the band changed their name to Dream Theater, after an old delapidated cinema in California. Their 1992 album, Images and Words, became a hit on MTV's Headbanger's Ball with the first track, "Pull Me Under." The drumming is powerful and steady as the band shifts through various time changes:

Pull Me Under

Lost in the sky
Clouds roll by
and I roll with them
Arrows fly
Seas increase
and then fall again

This world is spinning around me
This world is spinning without me
Every day send future to past
Every breath leaves me one less
to my last

Watch the sparrow falling
Gives new meaning to it all
If not today nor yet tomorrow
then some other day

I'll take seven lives for one
And then my only father's son
As sure as I did ever love him
I am not afraid

This world is spinning around me
The whole world keeps
spinning around me
All life is future to past
Every breath leaves me one less
to my last

Pull me under Pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
All that I feel is honor and spite
All I can do is set it right

Dust fills my eyes
Clouds roll by
and I roll with them
Centuries cry
Orders fly
and I fall again

This world is spinning inside me
The whole world is
spinning inside of me
Every day sends future to past
Every step brings me closer
to my last

Pull me under Pull me under
Pull me under I'm not afraid
Living my life too much in
the sun
Only until your will is done

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: :drummer:

[ABlairican Pie]

Another Day

Live another day
Climb a little higher
Find another reason to stay
Ashes in your hands
Mercy in your eyes
If you're searching for a silent
sky...

You won't find it here
Look another way
You won't find it here
So die another day

The coldness of this words
The message in his silence,
"Face the candle to the
wind..."
This distance in my voice
Isn't leaving you a choice
So if you're looking for a time
to run away...

You won't find it here
Look another way
You won't find it here
So try another day

They took pictures of our
dreams
Ran to hide behind the stairs
And said maybe when it's right
for you, they'll fall
But if they don't come down
Resist the need to pull them in
And throw them away
Better to save the mystery
Than surrender to the secret

You won't find it here
Look another way
You won't find it here
So try another day

[ABlairican Pie]

Take the Time

Just let me catch my breath...
I've heard the promises
I've seen the mistakes
I've had my fair share of tough
breaks
I need a new voice, a new law,
a new way
Take the time, reevaluate
It's time to pick up the pieces,
Go back to square one
I think it's time for a change

There is something that I feel
To be something that is real
I feel the heat within my mind
And craft new changes with
my eyes
Giving freely wandering
promises
A place with decisions I'll
fashion
I won't waste another breath

You can feel the waves coming on
(It's time to take the time)
Let them destroy you or carry
you on
(It's time to take the time)
You're fighting the weight of
the world
But no one can save you this
time
Close your eyes
You can find all you need in
your mind

The unbroken spirit
Obscured and disquiet
Finds clearness this trial
demands
And at the end of this day sighs
an anxious relief
For the fortune lies still in his
hands

If there's pensive fear, a
wasted year
A man must learn to cope
If his obsession's real,
Suppression that he feels must
turn to hope

Life is no more assuring than
love
(It's time to take the time)
There are no answers from
voices above
(It's time to take the time)
You're fighting the weight of
the world
And no one can save you this
time
Close your eyes
You can find all you need in
your mind

I close my eyes
And feel the water rise around
me
Drown the bear of time
Let my senses fall away
I can see much clearer now,
I'm blind

Find all you need in your mind
If you take the time

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

John Petrucci:

[ABlairican Pie]

King's X were about to title their fourth album "Since Hector Was a Pup," but since the album cover art was too magnificent to bother with an album title, they let it remain self-titled with the name of the band in the artwork.

Strangely, the band were not reaping the commercial rewards they deserved with their bold, visionary music. While many critics and bands hailed their unique de-tuned guitar sound and harmonies, a huge outpouring of fans was still few and far between. However, the fans they did have were indeed fanatical. They would remain one of the most underrated and influential bands of the 90's.

Black Flag

A year in the hole
Had taken it's toll
When I took a good look at me
And what a surprise
The scope of my eyes
Could only see black
And I remember someone
Who was taking them 2 by 2
And lately I've become
The one who'd have laughed at you too!!

Chorus:
There was a Black Flag
On my morning
There was a Black Flag
On my day
There was a Black Flag
On everything around
And I was walking backwards again
Black Flag!!

I walked in the day
My usual way
Looking through a 2X4
It colored my view
I couldn't see you
Or maybe I just wouldn't
And I remember the time
When the sunlight fell on my head
And lately I'd become
A member of the walking dead

Chorus:
There was a Black Flag
On my morning
There was a Black Flag
On my day
There was a Black Flag
On everything around
And I was walking backwards again

And I know that I was wrong
It was up to me
If I wanted to see

Solo

And I remember the day
When I saw the mask on my face
And I knew that it was time
To put the thing in it's place

Chorus:
I'd put the Black Flag
On my morning
I'd put the Black Flag
On my day
I'd put the Black Flag
On everything around
And I was walking backwards again
(repeat twice)

It was up to me
And I know that I was wrong

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

[ABlairican Pie]

King's X did get a major boost when they were featured in Rolling Stone and various magazines. Bassist Doug Pinnick did feel a reticence to be caught between their connections with Christian music and their "mission" to the rest of the world. They had more of a connection with other bands in the non-Christian world, such as Pearl Jam, who were huge fans.

One song on the album dealt with culture shock. Apparently folks in the Fatherland weren't too fond of them either when they toured there.

Lost In Germany

Moving in a bus too close for comfort
Listening to all the gibberish around me
Wonder, how much longer can I stand it
Looking for a phone I cannot find
(Ohh woest me)
Like a politician in disguise
You know I had to look you in the eyes
And smile
While I crawled another mile in

Chorus:
Germany!!
Lost in Germany!!

Swimming in an ocean of your feelings
Counting every moment go one by one
Laughing to keep from crying out in anger
Praying that I can make it through this night
(Ohh woest me)
It was like a never ending week
But I learned to turn the other cheek
And smile
While I ran for one more mile in

Chorus:
Germany!!
Lost in Germany!!
(repeat chorus)

Shooting at a target that eludes me
Hammering on a nail that just won't go in
Biting on a tongue that wants to speak out
Searching for a light that I can shine
(Ohh woest me)
But now I have crossed that borderline
And I wonder if I'll ever find
Your hand
'Cause I did not undertand in

Chorus:
Germany!!
Lost in Germany!!
(repeat chorus)

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

[ABlairican Pie]

The Big Picture

She's got everything I need
And more to live my life
Ever thought to think of never survive
The circle has been broken
It's always been this way
The funny farm, our work
We're on our way

Chorus:
The Big Picture
I wanna see
I know you're listening
So let it be

Golden rules and Sunday schools
It was my way
A rock-n-roll, a spritual
Give me any day, yeah
The final chapter, the morning after
Blowing in the wind
Taking away the other day
Where time stands us still

Chorus:
The Big Picture
I wanna see
I know you're listening
So let it be

Solo

Chorus:
The Big Picture
I wanna see
I know you're listening
So let it be
(repeat)

King's X on Headbanger's Ball with Rikki Rachtman in 1992:

[ABlairican Pie]

The World Around Me

One morning walking down the street
Where nobody walks nobody can hear
Started listening to a sound so clear
To the world around me

Incredible scene I had to believe
I saw a difference to the way I see
The Mystery said come and see
The world around me

See the world all around--ahhh...

I started to laugh but a grin took its place
And my heart beat louder
Like it never did before
I saw things that I never saw before
In this world around me

I can't resist
I couldn't see how this could be an accident
I can't resist
I wanna see more

See the world all around--ahhh...

Solo

See the world all around--ahhh...
See the world all around me!!!
Hey!!!

See the world
All around
Hey!!!!!

Ty Tabor sings, Doug Pinnick on left, live 1992:

[ABlairican Pie]

In a move worthy of Extreme, rocking pop/alt-metal band Saigon Kick released The Lizard, which featured standout tracks such as "Freedom" and "God on 42nd Street," but they were soley remembered for their uncharacteristic ballad "Love Is On the Way," which was a fine song, but, like Extreme's "More Than Words", was not really reflective of their work.

Love Is On the Way

Lonely sidewalks
Silent night
Bring the evenin'
Deep inside
Hold me darling
Touch me now
Let the feelings
Free tonight

Love is one the way
I can see it in your eyes
Let's give it one more try tonight baby
Love is one the way
I can see it in your eyes
Let's give it one more try tonight

Time of season
Wipes the tears
No rhyme or reason
No more fears
All the dreamin'
Is far behind
You are here now
Everythin's alright

Love is one the way
I can see it in your eyes
Let's give it one more try tonight baby
Love is one the way
I can see it in your eyes
Let's give it one more try tonight

And in the morning
I'll be gone away
All the things are left behind
If you need me
I'll come night and day
Let's stop the hands of time

Love is one the way
I can see it in your eyes
Let's give it one more try tonight baby
Love is one the way
I can see it in your eyes
Let's give it one more try tonight baby

Love is one the way
I can see it in your eyes
Let's give it one more try tonight baby
Love is one the way
I can see it in your eyes
Let's give it one more try tonight

[ABlairican Pie]

Saigon Kick featured Matt Kramer on vocals, Jason Bieler on guitar, Tom DeFile on bass, and Phil Varone on drums. Unfortunately, not much was heard from the band after the success of "Love Is on the Way."

[ABlairican Pie]

One band that thoroughly wore its Black Sabbath influences on its outsized, fringy sleeves were the "doom-metal" band Cathedral. The band was fronted by former Napalm Death vocalist Lee Dorrian, who went from being a thrash frontman to detouring through a 70's time warp with everything including king-size platform boots in the video for the song "Ride." The music had that familiar de-tuned drone of Sabbath, yet with Dorrian giving his vocals more of a low growl. Their lyrics were very surreal and trippy.

Ride

Lack-lustre vacuum magnetises the land,
scopeless material in ruthless demand,
concrete spectacle superficially grand,
divine animation buried in sand.

Chorus:
We'll rise from the ashes of stagnation,
crystal warriors of damnation.

Nullified grafters manufactured from te womb,
out of the repro-clinic into household tomb.
Drag the nothing tiring through coal-dark underground,
drive the weels of iron round and round.

Repeat Chorus

Souring eyes scar through that book of lies,
and to the truth,
well our search is dignified.

Whilst the yawny drone of physical machinery
march in the robot mode to terminal destiny.
Microscopic observance,
forsaken innerland,
spiritual inertia,
absorbed in bland,
well our significance shan't sink in their charade,
'cos through their drab pantomine I say were gonna ride!

Chorus:

End

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Midnight Mountain

Sliding down a mountain,
as dusk passas to day.
The antidote of elation,
now lifeless masses awake.
Jaws of suxiety open,
the luring vampire of agility,
a fatal invitation,
sight hazing from me.

Chorus:
Oh midnight mountain,
I require,
inner re-location,
back to pinnacles high.

Drowining in empty faces,
sinking in banal,
I crave the isolation of eventide when perception climbs,
I just need the injection,
a dose to boost my flight,
a sonic blast of moonlight,
nucleus ignites.

Chorus 2:
Oh midnight mountai
now I'm revived,
stimulus transcending back to pinnacles high.
Screaming at doleful skies,
absorbing all my sighs,
responding to my cries ---
downcast a thunder of reprise,
won't let the next sunrise,
signal my landslide,
from estatic highs,
I'm on top of their demise.

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Another similar Sabbathy "doom-metal" band was Chicago's Trouble, whose self-titled fourth album from 1990 featured the hit, "End of My Daze."

End of My Daze

A stranger he's so lonely
Because we can't see
Where the quiet winds live
Streets where all the old folks give
So much
So much love

At the end of my daze
Time to change my wayz
At the end of my daze

Electric green machine
Do you know what I mean
If you're so full of fear
Why then are you dreamin' here?
You are
You are here

At the end of my daze
Time to change my wayz
At the end of my daze

Alone in the universe
Seems our lives are cursed
See where eyes cannot follow
And believing there is tomorrow
It's here
It's here now

At the end of my daze
Time to change my wayz
At the end of my daze

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

[Steve M.]

Michael Bolton was always something of a thug in rock and roll, having done everything from blue-eyed soul to heavy rock to make it before he hit pay dirt as a balladeer. You loved him or hated him - and nine million suburban housewives loved him while just about everyone else hated him. But he was never more than a minor nuisance. That is, until 1992, when he became a candidate for the title of "Rock and Roll Antichrist" with his album Timeless(The Classics).

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The one good thing that can be said about this record is that Bolton, who apparently chose these songs himself, has a nose for good material. The list of songs here is quite impressive: "Since I Fell For You," "Yesterday," "Reach Out, I'll Be There," "Hold On, I'm Coming," "White Christmas," "Knock On Wood," "To Love Somebody," "Drift Away," and two Sam cooke songs, "You Send Me" and "Bring It On Home To Me." You were unlikely to find a stronger bunch of pop standards, but you were equally unlikely to hear them butchered with more overwrought and overdone emoting.

It was official - Michael Bolton was an agent of evil! :eek2:

[ABlairican Pie]

In 1992, Trouble released Manic Frustration, an album with various commentaries on the breakdown of society. The members of the band also had various connections with Christian music, but were not as overtly as preachy as Stryper. Their music had an obvious Sabbath-y, 70's vibe as well. On this album, a few psychedelic 60's titles abounded such as "Memory's Garden" and "Hello Strawberry Skies." peace:

'Scuse Me

`Scuse me - for the clothes I wear
`Scuse me - how long is my hair
`Scuse me - `cause I`m bein `real
Ya may not like it but it`s way I feel

(Chorus)
Hallucinations man they`re outta sight
mirror is right you know but I still love you


`Scuse me - for livin` in the past
`Scuse me - when your fads don`t last
`Scuse me - `cause I choose to be blind
Ya may not like it though you really don`t mind

(Chorus, 1st verse, chorus)

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Trouble in 1990:

[ABlairican Pie]

Trouble live:

[ABlairican Pie]

Another Sabbath-oriented band on the ever-popular Earache Records was Sleep, whose riffs almost seemed like stolen Iommi out-takes--one of the most brilliant Sabbath-inspired bands out there at that time. Their 1992 album Sleep's Holy Mountain featured such retro-ish tunes as "Dragonaut," "Druid", "Evil Gypsy/Solomon's Theme" and "From Beyond." The one difference is that the band extended their songs into cool long, noisy jams.

Dragonaut

Ride the dragon toward the crimson eye
Flap the wings under Mars red sky
The reptile pushes itself out into space
Leaving behind, the human race

Swim inside the solar seas
The Nebula cries out to me
Passing where I've gone before
I fly through the crimson door

Ride the dragon toward the crimson eye
Flap the wings under Mars red sky

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: :wizard:

Evil Gypsy/Solomon's Theme

Insect caravan pulls its way
Through the freezing and misty haze
Gypsy casts a spell of frost
Frozen solid our lives are paused

Glass village lies below
Castle of sleet with magic glow
Trapped inside icy glaze
The burning sunlight sheds its rays

Escape the tomb of deadly freeze
To the village of glass we have the keys
Ice people everywhere once inside
At home again the insects ride

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Druid

Far within the oaken tower
Exists the one with evil power
Magic channeler of earth's frustration
The Druid sleeps in meditation


Aquarian

Trapped inside a world under leagues of ocean
The clergy arrives with the magic potion

I put my mouth into the cup of potion
Sip down the nectar and escape the ocean

Reaching for the sun, leave Atlantis, escape the sea
Fly into the sky, leave behind Atlantean key
Reaching for the sun, leave Atlantis, escape the sea
Fly into the sky, leave behind Atlantean key

Escape the sea with ascending motion
I touch the sun and return to ocean

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

Sleep consisted of Al Cisneros on bass and vocals, Chris Hakius on drums, and Matt Pikeon guitar.

[ABlairican Pie]

From Beyond

Choir of the sun chants inside the anti moon
Shockwaves rattle the Earth below with hymn of doom
Chilled rays freeze below the eye of silver sun
Damned souls gather in valley of the evil one

Phantasmal specter of two worlds collide
Planetoid soaked in rays of electric light
Stoner caravan from deep space arrives
Rides on the suncraft toward the glowing eye

Walk with the cleric under eye of silver sun
Damned souls gather in valley of the evil one
Choir of the sun chants inside the anti moon
Shockwaves rattle the Earth below with hymn of doom

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: :ufo:

Here is Sleep Vol. 2. Heeeeeeeey, there's something very familiar about this album cover.... :eek:

[ABlairican Pie]

Holy Mountain

Slumber killed by rays of the new red sun arising
Dreamer wakens to spectral gaze of light rays shining
Black steed carries him across the astral sand
Rides alone is the man from the magic caravan

I believe the signs of the reptile master
Sunbound spacepod rising faster
Earth drenched in black under starless sky above
Man on the mountain sets free the holy dove

Look onto the rays of the new stoner sun rising
Sonic Titan rides out on clouds of new horizon
Look onto the rays of the new stoner sun rising
Sonic Titan rides out on clouds of new horizon

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

Sleep Vol. 1, with artwork by Salvador Dali:

[ABlairican Pie]

Dipping back to 1991 momentarily, Seattle thrashers Forced Entry recorded their final album As Above, So Below, which featured insanely fast and furious tracks such as "Bone Crackin' Fever," "Thunderhead,"
and their profound anthem of self-realization, "We're D:censored:ks". Amazing that the band was a trio, featuring Tony Benjamins on bass and vocals, Brad Hull on guitar, and Colin Mattson on drums. A bittersweet reminder that Seattle was, before the advent of grunge, a METAL town.

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Here is their 1989 album, Uncertain Future. The album featured tracks such as "Bludgeon," "Kaleidescope of Pain," "Octoclops", and "Morgulon".

Forced Entry should have been a major label contender, but it was not meant to be. However, they earned the distinction of being one metal band that was permanently banned from the Seattle Center's Pain In the Grass Outdoor Summer Concerts due to their out-of-control moshpits which erupted into huge fights and thoroughly damaged lawn. Talk about pain in the grass... :eek:

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

[ABlairican Pie]

The1992 album by death metal band Obituary, The End Complete, featured more growling by vocalist John Tardy, but with a difference--you could detect actual words and syllables in songs such as "I'm In Pain", "Dead Silence", and "In the End of Life". Guitarist Allen West was on hand to provide heavy riff-age to the madcap melee. So the album was more of an improvement over their debut effort, if you can call it that.

[ABlairican Pie]

One thrash band from Brazil made huge waves with their intense sound reminescent of Slayer: Sepultura, which was Portuguese for "grave." The band started out in 1984 on cheap guitars which were almost more than their guitarists and vocalists Max Cavalera and Andreas Kisser could afford. Their love for death metal and Dead Kennedys-style punk releflected their disgust for the corruption, violence and pollution going on in their home country. Their 1991 album was Arise.

How about that album cover!! :eek:

Arise

OBSCURED BY THE SUN
APOCALYPTIC CLASH
CITIES FALL IN RUIN
WHY MUST WE DIE?

OBLITERATION OF MANKIND
UNDER A PALE GREY SKY
WE SHALL ARISE...

I DID NOTHING, SAW NOTHING
TERRORIST CONFRONTATION
WAITING FOR THE END
WARTIME CONSPIRACY

I SEE THE WORLD - OLD
I SEE THE WORLD - DEAD

VICTIMS OF WAR, SEEKING SOME SALVATION
LAST WISH, FATALITY
I'VE NO LAND, I'M FROM NOWHERE
ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST

FACE THE ENEMY
MANIC THOUGHTS
RELIGIOUS INTERVENTION
PROBLEMS REMAIN

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While many of Sepultura's song titles seemed gruesome and morbid, the band in fact used medical terms indicating death and decay to reflect the spiritual state of society and life in general. Soon a trend in extreme metal would use terms that seemed to be taken straight out of medical textbooks.

Dead Embryonic Cells

LAND OF ANGER
I DIDN'T ASK TO BE BORN
SADNES, SORROW
EVERYTHING SO ALONE

LABORATORY SICKNESS
INFECTS HUMANITY
NO HOPE FOR CURE
DIE BY TECHNOLOGY

A WORLD FULL OF S:censored: COMING DOWN
TRIBAL VIOLENCE EVERYWHERE
LIFE IN THE AGE OF TERRORISM
WE SPIT IN YOUR OTHER FACE

WAR OF RACES
WORLD WITHOUT INTELLIGENCE
A PLACE CONSUMED BY TIME
END OF IT ALL

WE'RE BORN
WITH PAIN
NO MORE
WE'RE DEAD
EMBRYONIC CELLS

CORROSION INSIDE - WE FEEL
CONDEMNED FUTURE - WE SEE
EMPTINESS CALLS - WE HEAR
FINAL PREMONITION - THE TRUTH

LAND OF ANGER
I DIDN'T ASK TO BE BORN
SADNESS, SORROW
EVERYTHING SO ALONE

LABORATORY SICKNESS
INFECTS HUMANITY
NO HOPE FOR CURE
DIE BY TECHNOLOGY

WE'RE BORN WITH PAIN
SUFFER REMAINS
WE'RE BORN WITH PAIN
SUFFER REMAINS
WE'RE DEAD

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Sepultura's 1989 album was Beneath the Remains, which featured nihilistic songs such as "Stronger Than Hate," "Mass Hypnosis," and "Slaves of Pain."

Beneath the Remains

IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR THAT WAS NOT STARTED BY ME
DEEP DEPRESSION OF THE NUCLEAR REMAINS
I'VE NEVER THOUGHT OF, I'VE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT
THIS HAPPENING TO ME
PROLIFERATIONS OF IGNORANCE
ORDERS THAT STAND TO DESTROY
BATTLEFIELDS AND SLAUGHTER
NOW THEY MEAN MY HOME AND MY WORK
WHO HAS WON?
WHO HAS DIED?
BENEATH THE REMAINS
CITIES IN RUINS
BODIES PACKED ON MINEFIELDS
NEUROTIC GAME OF LIFE AND DEATH
NOW I CAN FEEL THE END
PREMONITION ABOUT MY FINAL HOUR
A SAD IMAGE OF EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING'S SO REAL
WHO HAS WON?
WHO HAS DIED?
EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO QUICKLY.
I FELT I WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE HELL
I'LL FIGHT FOR MYSELF, FOR YOU, BUT SO WHAT?
TO FEEL A DEEP HATE
TO FEEL SCARED
BUT BEYOND THAT, TO WISH BEING AT AN END
CLOTTED BLOOD
MASS MUTILATION
HOPE FOR THE FUTURE IS ONLY UTOPIA
MORTALITY, INSANITY, FATALITY
YOU'LL NEVER WANT TO FEEL WHAT I'VE FELT
MEDIOCRITY, BRUTALITY, AND FALSITY
IT'S JUST A WORLD AGAINST ME
CITIES IN RUINS
BODIES PACKED ON MINEFIELDS
NEUROTIC GAME OF LIFE AND DEATH
NOW I CAN FEEL THE END
PREMONITION ABOUT MY FINAL HOUR
A SAD IMAGE OF EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING'S SO REAL
WHO HAS WON?
WHO HAS DIED?
BENEATH THE REMAINS

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Deicide released another cheerful batch of tunes dedicated to lead vocalist Glen Benton's dark demigod Lucifer with Legion. The album featured such feelgood tunes as "Repent to Die", "Trifixion", "Holy Deception", and "In Hell I Burn." Perhaps more disturbing than Mr. Benton's lyrical pursuits and the inverted cross which he had burned in his forehead, was his announcement that he was a huge advocated of animal sacrifice, which warranted countless death threats by animal rights groups.

This guy would go well over at Hallmark: ohno:

Satan Spawn, the Caco-Daemon

Shunned from the light
Born into darkness never knowing
Infant enshrined
Spawn of the alter, crush mankind

Never will they see you lurking in my shadow
Unbenign the hands of god
Nummified existence, knower of the wicked
Prophesizing flesh of me
Daemon call thee ancient, travel unto Satan
Bring a forth the blood red sea

Evil seed, injected
Daemon freed, the calling
Demon Lord, master
Satan spawn, the Caco-Daemon

Satan spawn, the Caco-Daemon
Satan spawn, the Caco-Daemon
Satan spawn, the Caco-Daemon
Satan spawn, the Caco-Daemon

Pulled back through time
Existence of god you're never knowing
Evil unwind
Exit the womb, your life is mine

Never will they see you lurking in my shadow
Unbenign the hands of god
Nummified existence, knower of the wicked
Prophesizing flesh of me
Daemon call thee ancient, travel unto Satan
Bring a forth the blood red sea

Evil seed, injected
Daemon freed, the calling
Demon Lord, master
Satan spawn, the Caco-Daemon

Satan spawn, the Caco-Daemon
Satan spawn, the Caco-Daemon
Satan spawn, the Caco-Daemon
Satan spawn, the Caco-Daemon

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Tampa's own death-metal ringworm-leader Morbid Angel returned with Blessed Are the Sick, which featured such songs as "Fall From Grace", "Day of Suffering," "Blessed Are the Sick/Leading the Rats", "Unholy Blasphemies", and a tune dedicated to guitarist Trey Azagthoth's otherworldly
spiritual mentors from Sumeria, "The Ancient Ones". In a Guitar World interview in 1992, Azagthoth displayed all the characteristics of one isolated person who took too many drugs and dabbled in too much pagan lore that was unhealthy for a young man who might need toget out and join a soccer team. He fancied himself as an incredible guitar talent as a prodigy who listened to Mozart as well as his heroes Eddie Van Halen and Michael Schenker, but whatever talent he had was obscured by his apparent maladjustment by self-confinement.

Fall From Grace

Hot wind burns me
Burning as I fall
Cast away
Speechless in the holy way
I survive
The scourge and banishing
To scorching land
I am lord, I take command

(Fall from grace)

Forgive me not
This knowledge makes me strong
To resurrect
The cities of the damned
All the treasure of sodom
Now belong to me - celebrate
Fallen angels take my hand

(Fall from grace)

Whores long for my flesh
And my desire
Lust annointing me now
Consume my soul

[solo Azagthoth]
[solo Brunelle]

(I ride the flesh and the sinners of hell)
(I am belial)
(I bend knee not before my selfish desire)

[solo Brunelle]

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One may wonder, why the focus on all these macabre metal albums? The answer is simple: death metal was making its mark and finding a new popularity in the 1990's--and unfortunately, its impact would hit hard overseas in ways America would consider unthinkable.

Which brings us to a popular band with the name of the genre inherent in the band name: Death, fronted by guitarist Chuck Schuldiner, released an album popular among death metal fans, Human.

The following track reflected the growing medical controversy over euthanasia and assisted suicide--which was championed by a certain person of noteriety, Dr. Jack Kevorkian, around that time:

Suicide Machine

Controlling their lives
Deciding when an how they will die
A victim of someone else's choice
The ones who suffer have no voice
Manipulating destiny
When it comes to living , no one seems to care
But when it comes to wanting out
Those with power, will be there
Prolong the pain
How long will it last?
Suicide machine
A request to die with dignity
Is that too much to ask?
Suicide Machine
How easy it is to deny the pain
Of someone else's suffering

Robbed of natural abilities
In death they now seek tranquility
In a confused state of mind
Extending agony, they must be blind
Manipulating destiny
When it comes to living, no one seems to care
But when it comes to wanting out
Those with power, will be there
Prolong the pain
How long will it last?
Suicide machine
A request to die with dignity
Is that too much to ask?
Suicide Machine

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Chuck Schuldiner:

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Love the cover to their 1990 album, Spiritual Healing:

Spiritual Healing

Always locking the door to your mind
Escaping the reality that surrounds you
Using faith as an excuse to kill
A sick way of life is now revealed

All the prayers in the world can't help you now
A killer, a taker of life is what you are

Preach the good word
Speak no more, prepare to burn
A justified torture?
From this may others learn
The life you took a holy death, a grave mistake
No changing your mind, your life you should pay

Practice what you preach
Your loved one is now deceased
Knowledge is at our hands
Never to understand

Spiritual healing

Blinded by the twisted ways you live
Kill for religion, will the lord forgive?
Idiocy had stricken your mind
A real-life hell you will find

[Cactus Jack]

Love the av Cap'n!:D

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Love the av Cap'n!:DThanks!! I got the DVD this past weekend, it's a great movie!! :cool:

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One New York band that ventured more toward straightforward hardcore was Prong, a three-piece band fronted by lead singer/guitarist Tommy Victor. A far cry from the devilish pleasantries of folks like Deicide and Morbid Angel, Prong played it fast, lean, and mean. Their songs were short bursts of angry riff energy on their first albums, one of which was used for the theme music of MTV's Headbanger's Ball. On their 1992 album Prove You Wrong, they ventured into slower territory, but were no less heavy. The title song was a classic:

Prove You Wrong

Diggin' for answers you fall in a hole
Lessons of nonsense shall cast the
first stone
Pontifical preachings past now quick
to forget 'em
I'm depending on no one I distrust
and oppose


Prove you, prove you wrong
You can bet on it, I'll prove you wrong
Prove you, prove you wrong
Depend on it, I'll prove you wrong

Quest for solutions
You ain't gonna get one here
Why waste my breath upon the ears
of the deaf man
Skeptic acceptance caution
Fraudulent cause
Dependence on no one best distrust
and oppose

chorus

:rock: :notworthy :notworthy :rock:

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Contradictions

Time for double standards
Now who shall be blamed
With the change of weather
Scapegoats are acclaimed
Acts of no reason: populous response
Opinions are like a:censored:s
Everyone's one

All these contradictions
Are bound to confuse
What wrong will you choose?

Can I ask a question?
Or am I out of line
Some more lip service
Will smooth it out nice

Chorus

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

A more recent live pic of Prong:

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Prong's music was very quick, to the point thrash and speed. They kept guitar
solos to a minimum, with the intent on keeping the mosh pit to a boiling point.
Often a time came when their shows got so out of hand that moshers would land up onstage, kick the drumset apart and kick Tommy Prong between the legs--OUCH!!! :eek:

Their 1990 album was Beg To Differ.

For Dear Life

The Flag Of Free Enterprise, Fronts As You Fend
In The Battlefield Of Bureaucracy, The Trenches You Shall Tend
In These Days Of Adversity, The Hassle Never Ends.
The Nemesis Of Fortitude, Holds A Gun To Your Head!
On Your Knees! Kneel! Say Your Prayers!
For Dear Life! For Dear Life! For Dear Life! For Dear Life!
You're Holding On For Dear Life!
Show Some Humility To The Powers That Be.
A Gesture To Mortality -- Your Blind Liberty.
On Your Knees! Kneel! Say Your Prayers!
For Dear Life! For Dear Life! For Dear Life! For Dear Life!
You're Holding On For Dear Life!
Life. For Dear Life.

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

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Overkill came out with an excellent thrash album, Horrorscope, amid fears that the departure of guitarist Bobby Gustafson would weaken the band. But guitar roadie Merritt Gant stepped in to fill the void and with guitarist Dean Cannavino, they formed an unbeatable combination. The band played ferocious songs such as "Coma", "Blood Money", "Nice Day...For a Funeral", and an excellent cover of the Edgar Winter hit, "Frankenstein."

Coma

Sleeping with a time bomb,
Rumble in my dreams!
Innocence been long gone!
Fall apart at the seams.

Looking through the windows, walking through the doors,
I can't help this feeling, I been here before.
Everything is different, Everything the same,
I know the rules.I played the game!

Cry out! Tell me what its gonna be!
Reach out! Is everything the same...?
Cry out! Tell me what you really see!
Reach out!

As a coma steals my name...
Coma. coma!

Wake to an explosion,
Nothing! seemed so real!
Innocence corroding!!!
Alone is all I feel.

Reaching out to no one, knowing no one's there,
Afraid to be afraid of another nameless fear,
I got all the reasons, don't need no more.
Blinded by illusions, locked behind the door!

An' a coma stole my name...
Coma! Coma!

Sleeping now forever,
Murdered in my dreams.
Innocence was never. never, never,
Goin' to extremes.

Busting through the windows, kickin' down the doors,
Standing up for me, never did before,
Now I lay me down to sleep, and if I die before I wake...!

Cry out! Tell me what you really see!
Reach out! Is everything the same...?
Cry out! Tell me what it's gonna be.
Reach out! An' a coma stole my name...
Coma! Coma! Coma!

I'm outta the dive an' comin' alive.

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

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Horrorscope

Critical moments pass,
And doctrines of fools will last.
I am just trying to cope,
Into my horroscope.
Through eyes and ears they bleed,
Reciting their holy creed.
Heeding but one request,
The future, is put to, rest...

Bless me in darkened days,
Down to my knees I pray.
I am just trying to cope,
Within this horrorscope.
In the wake of all frustration,
I begin to loose control.

Watched as the weapons fired,
Bombs burst in the air...
Burned in the fields of fire!

Standing in the middle of nowhere.
Watched as the weapons fired,
Baptized in fields of fire!

Well,
The change in here, an' the future clear.
I can feel it coming.
So full of hate, its geting late!
Yeah, I know its coming.
When all the choice turned to just one voice,
Yeah, the wind is turning.

This is your horrorscope...

Words laced with blasphemy,
Drip with sincerity.
Falling into the plan,
Like sacrificial lambs.
Hearing the words and said,
Rings like nail, to the head.
Now I can see the stars,
I know we have gone too far.

Baptized in fields of fire,
Wathched as the weapons fired.

This is your horrorscope.

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

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In the flurry of all grunge, alternative, metal, rap, and pop glutting the airwaves, rock and roll needed a new savior. One that would carry the minions of the disenfranchised...to the feeding troughs of the underworld. Those heroes came...from the frozen wastelands of Antarctica, to destroy America and lay waste to its cities....The Scumdogs of the Universe:

GWAR!!!!!!!!!!

Lead by such mighty figures as Oderus Urungus, BalSac the Jaws of Death, Beefcake the Mighty, Flattus Maximus, Vlad the Impaler, the lovely and enchanting Slymenstra Hymen, and Sexicutioner, the band which appeared on stage in costumes that even put KISS to shame with its outsized Conan the Barbarian excess gave its audiences a show more like a Gallagher show with his splashing Sledge-O-Matic as they doused its lucky fans with all manner of gore, waste, and bodily fluids. Such was part of the holy ritual of GWAR. The future of rock and roll was secure.

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Actually, Gwar's story began even further back than that of the Way-Outs, whom we have met in the Rock and Roll 60's History thread. Millions of years ago, GWAR were a roving band of space pirates roaming through the galaxy when their master from a distant planet was thoroughly displeased and decided to imprison them on Earth. There, after killing off the dinosaurs and inadvertantly creating the human race by pillaging and accosting young female simian apes, GWAR were the founders of world civilization...until a little gig in Atlantis went awry...And for their misdeeds they were imprisoned in Antarctica. Until they were discovered by a young business enterpreneur by the name of Sleazy P. Martini, who gave up his shady financial endeavors involving trafficking of escorts, pharmaceuticals, and A & R man at Capitalist Records to promote the greatest band in the known universe.

Sleazy P. Martini can be seen in the lower pic:

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GWAR's first big hit came from the album America Must Be Destroyed, which featured the song about a destructive Tyrannosaurus Rex:

Gor-Gor

Gor-Gor... Gor-Gor comes and sirens wail
Mournful drone of babbling fail
Thunderous gnashing firestorm
Flames illuminate his form Gor-Gor comes and you must die
Swats F-16s from the sky
Admit you crave the gift he brings you
Fall worship tyrant king, you Gor-Gor!
Sow pestilent hate It shall obliterate
The shadows of your long dead brothers
And all the mutilated others
Who died in waves, uniform
To appease your bloodied hulking form
Who broke through layers of molten strata
To make the planet earth errata
Take the child in champing jaws
A pulping pile of frothing flaws
This horrid mass shall give us pause
At putrid rot fills gaping maws Gor-Gor!
Gor-Gor big!
Skulls are smashed and bones are bending
Joints are popping, our claws are rending
Groveling, sniveling, driveling horde
To worship scaly overlord
Apocalypse becomes creation Gor-Gor shall erase the nation
Before you jump into his gizzard
Fall and worship tyrant lizard Gor-Gor comes and you must die
He swats the stealth down from the sky
Admit you crave the gift he brings you
Fall and worship tyrant king you Gor-Gor!


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

[Steve M.]

Here it is, your moment of Zen! :lol:

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Here is their 1990 album, Scumdogs of the Universe. Such songs included "Slaughterama," "Horror of Yig", "Love Surgery," "Vlad the Impaler," and "Death Pod". In an interview at that time, they admitted their sustenance was a steady diet of vegetarians.

The lyrics are a little too, er, incongruous to those of you who may be eating now. puke: Suffice it to say, you have to have a huge sense of humor to truly appreciate them.

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Unfortunately, the other lyrics on their other albums were not quite suitable for family viewing--unless you were a Scumdog from Antarctica.

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While Gor-Gor prepared to stomp on metropolitan cities from coast to coast, there were other more pressing worries confronting post-riot America:

Murphy Brown promoted societal decay.

So said Vice President Dan Quayle when he noticed the character played by actress Candace Bergen decided to raise her newborn child without a father. He complained that it did not help the nation to have Murphy Brown mock the importance of fathers on her show. In fact, it was because of single motherhood, he said, that crowds rioted in L.A. and elsewhere, young people were growing up without a male role model (what, it wasn't the outrage over police getting away with brutality?? :confused: ). While many people mocked Dan Quayle for castigating a fictional t.v. newswoman for societal ills, our nation's vice president did have a point in recognizing even fictional t.v. characters do influence people's decision-making, ideas and values. It was not just mere "entertainment" (case in point, twenty years earlier, Archie Bunker For President t-shirts were a huge hit by people who failed to see that
his narrow-minded bigotry was a joke--he did have an impact on people who resented the changes taking place in the early 70's). However, Quayle's rants were misdirected at the wrong target. Such was the problem with simple-minded conservative figures who condemned certain sexual or social mores for societal breakdown rather than the problem of racial or social inequality.

This was another bullet fired in the Culture Wars of the 1990's.

[Steve M.]

And right after that, Vice President Quayle went to an inner-city high school in New Jersey to promote reading and writing - and spelling. He watched as a Hispanic boy, William Figueroa (whose parents probably spoke English as a second language) spell the word "potato" on the blackboard. William spelled it "P-O-T-A-T-O." Quayle insisted that he was right phonetically, but forgot a letter required by words ending in long-vowel sounds. Though the boy knew he'd spelled the word right, he went ahead and added an "E" to "potato" to humor the Veep. "Very good," the the Mighty Quayle said, applauding.

That's right, boys and girls - Dan Quayle couldn't spell! Editorial writers urged the Vice President to stop watching "Murphy Brown. . ." and start watching "Sesame Street!" :lol: :bonk:

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Another key figure in the growing culture wars and symbol of racial disunity was vitriolic Nation of Islam Minister Louis Farrakhan. The biggest figure in the separatist "black Muslim" sect roused great outrage by whites, Jews, and other blacks who condemned his message of hatred for Caucasians and Jewish people. He mocked the non-violent message of Dr. Martin King, Jr. as coddling with white authority, and accused Jews of spreading AIDS and misery to blacks. While many criticized his militant brand of Islam as contrary to the true spirit and message of Islam, many rappers latched on to his incendiary creed as the only hope for people of color in America.

Farrakhan lived in compound in Chicago where, during one magazine interview, attempted to downplay his anti-Semitism by playing a composition of Felix Mendelsohn on violin. He also caused controversy by appearing on an episode of the Arsenio Hall show. :mad: ohno:

[Steve M.]

Yeah, that 1993 appearnace is credited for killing "Arse"-enio's career. :eek:

But back to 1992. . . . Didn't Arsenio Hall have two special guests on one of his shows that year? I believe one of them played the saxophone. . . .

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Another cultural event to capitalize on racial disharmony was the Spike Lee "joint", 'Malcolm X', which featured acclaimed actor Denzel Washington as the slain civil rights leader and major figure in the popularization of black separatism. Spike Lee urged every black American to skip school and work to go out and see the three-hour mega-epic. Suddenly after the popularity of the movie, "X" caps became popular--but was this biopic the true depiction of a controversial figure?

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Yeah, that 1993 appearnace is credited for killing "Arse"-enio's career. :eek:

But back to 1992. . . . Didn't Arsenio Hall have two special guests on one of his shows that year? I believe one of them played the saxophone. . . .Sometimes I might have a few postings that may be out of sync chronologically, but still are consistent with what was going on that time...

Who was that mighty sax player...with definite SAX appeal?? ;)

[Steve M.]

Sometimes I might have a few postings that may be out of sync chronologically, but still are consistent with what was going on that time...

Who was that mighty sax player...with definite SAX appeal?? ;)

I believe he was this fast-food-crazy cat from Arkansaw. . . . ;)

[Steve M.]

Another cultural event to capitalize on racial disharmony was the Spike Lee "joint", 'Malcolm X', which featured acclaimed actor Denzel Washington as the slain civil rights leader and major figure in the popularization of black separatism. Spike Lee urged every black American to skip school and work to go out and see the three-hour mega-epic. Suddenly after the popularity of the movie, "X" caps became popular--but was this biopic the true depiction of a controversial figure?

The character of Barnes, the Black Muslim who converts Malcolm, was a composite of real people. Malcolm actually was introduced to the sect thorugh letters to prison from his brothers Wilfred and Philbert. Not only would depicting this have been BOR-ing, but Wilfred and Philbert are spectacularly wimpy names! :lol: (The "X" didn't help.)

Confederate flag T-shirts with the legend "You wear your X, I'll wear mine" sufddenly became popular, as did anti-Confederate-flag T-shirts reading "YOUR HERITAGE IS MY OPPRESSION."

Look for cameos from William Kunstler, Christopher Plummer, Karen Allen, Veronica Webb, and Nelson Mandela, among others, in Lee's flick.

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I believe he was this fast-food-crazy cat from Arkansaw. . . . ;)Hmmmm....Nope, never heard of 'em. :confused:

;)

[Cactus Jack]

Thanks!! I got the DVD this past weekend, it's a great movie!! :cool:
Youre welcome!!:D Yup it sure is!!!:D

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Denzel Washington gave an excellent performance in the film Malcolm X, showing his beginnings as a zoot suit huckster living the high life as a pimp and "playa" in the '40's (his mother was raped by a white man which led to his conception--he said he "hated every drop of white blood in my body", while his father was murdered by Klansmen), then facing opposition in white society simply for being black, until he went to jail and had a vision of Nation of Islam founder Elijah Muhammed who convinced him to convert to his religion. From that point on Malcolm Little, his original name, changed his identity to Malcolm X, X="unknown". He became a strong leader in the black community, urging African-Americans to be self-sufficient and separate themselves from the patronizing lies of white society. As he grew in stature in the Nation of Islam, he formed an bond with Elijah Muhammed which made many convinced that he was more than Mr. Muhammed's right-hand man, he was his lap-dog and lackey. After he had a falling out with Muhammed, he felt inclined to pursue true Islam and was surprised, during a trip to Mecca, that white people could be Muslims as well. There was a sense of brotherhood he felt with his fellow Muslims that he found sorely lacking in the divisiveness in the Nation of Islam. His growing estrangement from the Nation's official teachings brought him many enemies, and for this he was gunned down in February 1965.

As excellent as the movie was in the depiction of a great fallen civil rights leader, it carried a bit of director Spike Lee's ideological baggage: Known for not being the most hospitable person toward whites as well as for stoking controversy, Lee's message seemed to come out at an inopportune time in America, where it was easy for many African-Americans to feel extreme resentment to all whites (and not just the ones in government and power) due to the Rodney King beatings (the video of which prefaced the movie opening) and acquital of the officers. As true as certain facts about may have been about X's separatist stance (Girl: "What can I, as a white person, do to help the cause of people of color?" X: "Absolutely nothing."), it seemed to play into the hands of many black radical voices in the 90's that nothing could done nor gained from working with whites. Political correctness ruled the day: "Do not trust white Eurocentric males."

Denzel Washington as Malcolm X, and the real Malcolm X:

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Here is director Spike Lee, who made very effective, though controversial films such as "Do the Right Thing" and "Malcolm X."

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Former N.W.A. member Dr. Dre released his first solo album, the groundbreaking The Chronic, named after a slang term for a marijuana cigarette, which featured more of the same uplifting subject matter as could be found on his former group's previous albums, with songs such as "Bitches Ain't S:censored:", "A N:censored:a Witta Gun", "F:censored: Wit Dre Day", and "Li'l Getto Boy." He managed to incorporate a little smattering of all kinds of r & b and funk on this album that is sure to warm the cockles of
the hearts of ladies at church. ohno:

[ABlairican Pie]

From Seattle came rapper Sir Mix-a-Lot, whose 1992 album Mack Daddy featured one of rap's biggest crossover hits, "Baby's Got Back", a juvenile hymn to the glories of female gluteatitude (which was not quite on the same par with "Big Bottom" by Spinal Tap). The video for this little ditty was atrocious. Other hits included the title track and "Sprung on the Cat."

:mooner:
Baby's Got Back

*talking*
Oh my god
Becky, look at her butt
It is so big
She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends
Who understands those rap guys
They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute
I mean her butt
It's just so big
I can't believe it's so round
It's just out there
I mean, it's gross
Look, she's just so black

*rap*
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up front
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got
Makes me so horny
Ooh, all of that smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my benz
Well use me use me cuz you aint that average groupy

I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet, got it goin like a turbo vette

I'm tired of magazines
Saying flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and him that
She gotta pack much back

Fellas (yeah) Fellas(yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt
Baby got back

(LA face with Oakland booty)

I like'em round and big
And when I'm throwin a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm actin like an animal
Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home
And --, double up -- --
I aint talkin bout playboy
Cuz silicone parts were made for toys
I wannem real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mixalot's in trouble
Beggin for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Watchin' these bimbos walkin like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas
I wanna get with ya
I won't cus or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna --
Til the break of dawn
I got it goin on
Alot of pimps won't like this song
Cuz them punks lie to hit it and quit it
But I'd rather stay and play
Cuz I'm long and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on

So ladies (yeah), Ladies (yeah)
If you wanna role in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back

(LA face with the Oakland booty)

Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo and got nothin to do with my selection
36-24-36
Only if she's 5'3"

So your girlfriend rolls a honda
Playin workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that hard role
And tell you that the butt and gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So cosmo says you're fat
Well I aint down with that
Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin
And I'm thinkin bout stickin
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You aint it miss thing
Give me a sista I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
Cuz his girls were on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And pulled up quick to get with 'em
So ladies if the butt is round
And you wanna triple X throw down
Dial 1-900-mixalot and kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

One of the most influential acts in pop music (at least for fifteen minutes) was the kiddie duo known as Kriss Kross, who were perhaps most young people's exposure to rap with the hit "Jump." Their 1992 album Totally Krossed Out featured the little tykes with their customary (and fortunately short-lived) trend of wearing backwards pants that were a few sized too large. Once that trend wore off, the hokey baggy clown-pants gimmick remained. Kriss Kross, unfortunately, did not.

Or fortunately, depending on your point of view. ;)

Jump

Kriss Kross
Jump
Jump Jump
You should know, you should know that ahhh
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally krossed out
We commence to make you
Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!

Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had
I'll make ya Jump, Jump wiggle and shake your rump Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump!
How high? Real high Cause I'm just so fly
A young loveable, huggable type of guy
And everything is the back with a little slack
And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack!
come stompin' with somethi' to keep you jumpin'
R&B rap bullcrap is what I'm dumpin'
And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that
So when they ask to the rocks they believe that

Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!
uh huh, uh huh
Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!

I let myself knockin' knockin'
I love it when a girl is like jockin' jockin'
The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C yeah you know me!
got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around
In the mix I make ya take a step back
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental And like you know it so don't be claiming that it's mental Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And none faking you can understand every word
As you listen to my cool school melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P

Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!
uh huh, uh huh
Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!

Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all ya'll sucks that don't know
Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Go, Go)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Go, Go)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Go, Go)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't
(Go, Go)
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy (Go, Go)
Miggida miggida miggida Mac
(Go, Go)
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
(Go, Go)
I make you wanna

Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh, uh huh
(repeat 3 more times)
Believe dat

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

In 1992, the most famous Miss America of all, Vanessa Williams, bounced back from her noteriety of disgrace with her second album, The Comfort Zone. The former Queen for a day (or two), whose sizzling salacious pictures in Penthouse featuring her and another woman in 1984 caused her to be dethroned, released a top hit that eclipsed her early claim to fame, something that more "legitimate" Miss Americas could not claim for themselves. She was classy, beautiful, and carried herself with style into the 90's. The song, "Saving the Best For Last", was actually very decent as well.

Come on. How many other Miss Americas can you name who have gone on to bigger things? :rolleyes:

Saving the Best For Last

Sometimes the snow comes down in june
Sometimes the sun goes ’round the moon
I see the passion in your eyes
Sometimes it’s all a big surprise
’cause there was a time when all I did was wish
You’d tell me this was love
It’s not the way I hoped or how I planned
But somehow it’s enough

And now we’re standing face to face
Isn’t this world a crazy place
Just when I thought our chance had passed
You go and save the best for last

All of the nights you came to me
When some silly girl had set you free
You wondered how you’d make it through
I wondered what was wrong with you

’cause how could you give your love to someone else
And share your dreams with me
Sometimes the very thing you’re looking for
Is the one thing you can’t see

And now we’re standing face to face
Isn’t this world a crazy place
Just when I thought our chance had passed
You go and save the best for last

Sometimes the very thing you’re looking for
Is the one thing you can’t see

Sometimes the snow comes down in june
Sometimes the sun goes ’round the moon
Just when I thought our chance had passed
You go and save the best for last

You went and saved the best for last

[ABlairican Pie]

Just For Tonight

It’s hard to realize we said our last goodbyes
Where could the dream have gone to
Now I know there’s no way that I can make you stay
No matter how I want to
We made some memories that my heart will always treasure
Before you close the door let’s make one more

Baby, just for tonight let me give myself to you
And all I ask is just for tonight
Love me like you used to do
And I promise that I won’t cry, I won’t ask you why
I won’t even try to change your feelings
If you just hold me tight, just once more
Just for tonight

I thought the love we’d found
Was built on solid ground
And it would just grow stronger
Crazy as it may seem
I need to dream that dream
For just, just a little longer

So for the sake of all that magic we made together
Open your heart to mine just one more time

Baby, just for tonight let me give myself to you
And all I ask is just for tonight
Love me like you used to do
And I promise that I won’t cry, I won’t ask you why
I won’t even try to change your feelings
If you just hold me tight, just once more
Just for tonight

All I want is one more night
So why don’t you come to me, let me dream
This night means everything to me
All ask is for tonight
Baby just hold me tight
Come to me, let me dream
This night means everything to me