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

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Alison of Bratmobile:

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Bratmobile live:

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Former members of Camper Van Beethoven regrouped under the name Cracker, a folksy, alt-country band minus their former band's twisted humor. Their album Kerosene Hat featured the hummable song
"Low."

Low

Sometimes I wanna take you down.
Sometimes I wanna get you low.
Brush your hair back from your eyes.
Take you down let the river flow.

Sometimes I go and walk the street
Behind the green sheet of glass.
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles

CHORUS:
Bein' with you girl
It's Like being low
hey hey hey it's like being stoned.
Bein' with you girl
It's Like being low
hey hey hey it's like being stoned.

A million poppies gonna make me sleep.
Just one rose that knows your name
The fruit is rusting on the vine
The fruit is calling from the trees

Hey don't you wanna go down
Like some junkie cosmonaut
A million miles below their feet
A million miles a million miles

CHORUS

Blue blue is the sun.
Brown brown is the sky.
Green green were her eyes.
A million miles a million miles

Hey hey don't you wanna go down
Like some disgraced cosmonaut
A million miles below their feet
A million miles a million miles

CHORUS

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Soul Asylum had quite a run appearing beneath the radar in years past, with tunes such as "Cartoon" and "Never To Return", but in 1993 they came roaring out with the album Grave Dancer's Union, which featured such hits as "Somebody To Shove", "Black Gold", and one song that became the anthem to lost and missing teens, "Runaway Train." The video became a huge success when images and information of lost and runaway teens actually brought desparate family members back in touch and reunited with their lost and found loved ones.

This song was a big rocker and fun to dance to:

Somebody to Shove

Grandfather watches the grandfather clock
And the phone hasn't rang for so long
And the time flies by like a vulture in the sky
Suddenly he breaks into song

I'm waiting by the phone
Waiting for you to call me up and tell me I'm not alone
I'm waiting by the phone
Waiting for you to call me up and tell me I'm not alone

Hello, speak up, is there somebody there?
These hang-ups are getting me down
In a world frozen over with over-exposure
Let's talk it over, let's go out and paint the town

I'm waiting by the phone
Waiting for you to call me up and tell me I'm not alone

Cause I want somebody to shove
I need somebody to shove
I want somebody to shove me

You're a dream for insomniacs, prize in the Cracker Jacks
All the difference in the world is just a call away

And I'm waiting by the phone
Waiting for you to call me up and tell me I'm not alone
Yes I'm waiting by the phone
I'm waiting for you to call me up and tell me I'm not alone

Cause I want somebody to shove
I need somebody to shove
I want somebody to shove me
Yes I want somebody to shove
I need somebody to shove
I want somebody to shove me

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Here is one great song about lost kids:

Black Gold

Two boys on a playground
Tryin' to push each other down
See the crowd gather 'round
Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd

Black gold in a white plight
Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride
I don't care 'bout no wheelchair
I've got so much left to do with my life

Moving backwards through time
Never learn, never mind
That side's yours, this side's mine
Brother you ain't my kind

You're a black soldier, white fight
Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride
Sure like to feel some pride
But this place just makes me feel sad inside

Mother, do you know where your kids are tonight?

Keeps the kids off the streets
Gives 'em something to do, something to eat
This spot was a playground
This flat land used to be a town

Black gold in a white plight
Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride
Sure like to feel some pride
But this place just makes me feel sad inside

Black gold in a white plight
Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride
I don't care 'bout no wheelchair
I've got so much left to do with my life

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Dave Pirnier:

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Runaway Train

Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a blowtorch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning

So tired that I couldn’t even sleep
So many secrets I couldn’t keep
I promised myself I wouldn’t weep
One more promise I couldn’t keep

It seems no one can help me now,
I’m in too deep; there’s no way out
This time I have really led myself astray

Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I’m neither here nor there

Can you help me remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded?
Life’s mystery seems so faded

I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just a-drownin’ in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train

And everything seems cut and dried,
Day and night, earth and sky,
Somehow I just don’t believe it

Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I’m neither here nor there

Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughing at the rain
A little out of touch, a little insane
It’s just easier than dealing with the pain

Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I’m neither here nor there

Runaway train, never coming back
Runaway train, tearing up the track
Runaway train, burning in my veins
I run away but it always seems the same

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Now that Perry Farrell had moved on from Jane's Addiction, he formed a new band called Porno For Pyros with a new set of musicians who did something a little different, not quite as groundbreaking as his former band, but still true to his creative vision. The big songs on the album included
"Pets" and "Cursed Female", a song he describes as a song about women drug
users who have sex with gays in order to score drugs from them.

The song is very interesting and exciting to listen to:

Cursed Female

cursed to be born
beautifil, poor and female
there's none that suffer more

she's the queen of the bees
that buzz in the bars
fresh as a strawberry
and she always loved dancing

cursed to be born
beautiful, poor and female
there's none that suffer more

2 girls in 2 nights
got caught in the back of
the alleyway
fresh as strawberries
2 girls in 2 nights
when no one came out
zipped up their clothes
and walked back on home

cursed to be born
beautiful, poor and female
there's none that suffer more

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Pets

Children are innocent
a teenager's f:censored:ed up in the head
adults are even more f:censored:ed up
and elderlies are like children

will there be another race
to come along and take over for us?
maybe martians could do
better than we've done
we'll make great pets! X8

[Guitar solo]

my friend says we're like the dinosaurs
only we are doing ourselves in
much faster than they
ever did
we'll make great pets! X8

[Guitar Solo]

we'll make great pets! X8

:cat: :dog: :kitties: :bunny: :banana: :mango

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And speaking of Perry Farrell, his brainchild Lollapalooza had one of its biggest lineups:

Main Stage:
Primus
Alice In Chains
Dinosaur Jr.
Fishbone
Arrested Development
Front 242
Babes in Toyland
Tool
Rage Against The Machine

Second Stage:
The Runties
Sebadoh
Cell
Unrest
Tool
Mercury Rev
Mosquito
Free Kitten
Royal Trux
Tsunami
Mutabaruka
A Lighter Shade Of Brown
The Coctails
Scrawl (Columbus)
Lucious Jackson
Genitorturers
Truly
Eggs
Girls Against Boys
Thurston Moore
Glue
Karl Hendrick's Trio
Hurl

One of the most bizarre moments came when the four members of Rage Against the Machine came out at one show stark naked except for banners across their chests which read CENSORSHIP SUCKS, and their mouths covered with duct tape. They stood there stock still, neither making a move nor sound for about fifteen minutes. The audience cheered at first, but after a while they started booing when the gag got old and stale. They wanted to hear MUSIC.

Below, Alice In Chains with Jerry Cantrell live:

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1993 was also the year that rock became more industrial, and leading the way
was Trent Reznor and Nine Inch Nails on March of the Pigs. The title track became eerily familiar when considering that Reznor lived in the house that was owned by actress Sharon Tate, who was murdered in 1969 by the infamous Manson Family. The term "pig" was found scrawled on the wall of the home. :eek:

The song was a short one, but did the trick:

March of the Pigs

step right up march push
crawl right up on your knees
please greed feed (no time to hesitate)
I want a little bit I want a piece of it
I think he's losing it
I want to watch it come down

don't like the look of it
don't like the taste of it
don't like the smell of it
I want to watch it come down

all the pigs are all lined up
I give you all that you want
take the skin and peel it back
now doesn't that make you feel better?
shove it up inside surprise! lies
stains like the blood on your teeth
bite chew suck away the tender parts

I want to break it up
I want to smash it up
I want to f:censored: it up
I want to watch it come down

maybe afraid of it let's discredit it let's pick away at it
I want to watch it come down
now doesn't that make you feel better?
the pigs have won tonight
now they can all sleep soundly
and everything is all right

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Trent Reznor:

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One band tipping the scales in the "alternative-light" department was Tempe, Arizona's own Gin Blossoms, whose album New Miserable Experience featured a the hit, "Hey Jealousy." Unfortunately, just as the band was beginning to break, guitarist Doug Hopkins from a drug and alcohol-related overdose. :( But the band continued on to impress college crowds all over.

Hey Jealousy

Tell me do you think it'd be alright
If I could Just crash here tonight
AS you see I'm in no shape for drivin'
And any way I 've got no place to go

And you know it might not be that bad
You were the best I ever had
I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago
I might no be alone

Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found to take it's place

Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy
Hey Jealousy
Hey Jealousy

You can trust me not to drink
And not to sleep around
And if you don't expect too much form me
YOu might not be let down

Cos all I really want's to be with you
And feel like I matter too
If I didn't blow the whole thing years ago
I might be here with you

Tomorrow we can drive around this town
Andlet the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found to take it's place

Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy
Hey jealousy

Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found to take it's place

Hey Jealousy
Hey Jealousy...etc

Listen to my heart
There's only one thing I can start

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On December 5th, 1993, the day after Frank Zappa passed away, Gin Blossoms guitarist committed suicide as a result of depression caused by years of constant alcohol and drug abuse. He wrote the band's two big hits, "Hey Jealousy" and "Found Out About You." The band carried on without him, but without his special songwriting gift, many wondered if the band could keep the magic intact. In fact, he had pretty much taken his leave of the band and attempted another musical project with little success. However, the band did remarkably well in the years to come.

Found Out About You

All last summer in case you don’t recall
I was yours and you were mine forget it all
Is there a line that I could write
Sad enough to make you cry
All the lines you wrote to me were lies
The months roll past the love that you struck dead
Did you love me only in my head?
Things you said and did to me
Seemed to come so easily
The love I thought I’d won you give for free
Whispers at the bus stop
I heard about nights out in the school yard
I found out about you
Rumors follow everywhere you go
Like when you left and I was last to know
You’re famous now and there’s no doubt
In all the places you hang out
They know your name and know what you’re about
Whispers at the bus stop
I heard about nights out in the school yard
I found out about you
Street lights blink on through the car window
I get the time too often on AM radio
You know it’s all I think about
I write your name drive past your house
Your boyfriend’s over I watch your light go out
Whispers at the bus stop
I heard about nights out in the school yard
I found out about you

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Band pic from 1996:

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Slowly but surely, during the Clinton administration, the stability of American society began to unravel further from the previous year's Rodney King riots which engulfed Los Angeles and the rest of the country. This time it was in the city of Waco, Texas, where a self-styled messianic cult figure by the name of David Koresh refused to surrender to authorities when ATF units surrounded his compound after receiving word of unauthorized caches of weapons and other contraband on the Branch Davidian sect property. The country was horrified to learn that Koresh (his "Biblical" name) had engaged in sexual acts with underage girls well below the age of ten. When the cult members holed themselves up and refused to yield, the ATF, on orders of Clinton's attorney general Janet Reno, began a constant barrage of gunfire, and even loud music--the Spice Girls were played at ear-splitting volumes for hours. The standoff lasted for days until April 19, the compound erupted into flames. 86 members of the cult perished, including Koresh. But questions remained....

Who was really responsible for the blaze? Was it the cult members? And was Koresh really a dangerous figure? Some insiders of the cult who survived claim Koresh was not the monster the government and media condemned him as being. What was the truth? Was the United States government overstepping its boundaries with its attempt to control less conventional societies-within-society? Many fringe groups and extremists
in the country began to loathe the federal government and sought ways to inflict vengeance. Which they did with horrifying results...

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Here is a photo of David Koresh. He actually even tried to write his own Christian songs, with varying degrees of success.

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By the early nineties, Glenn Frey's solo career was in trouble. His songs had been outclassed by former Eagles bandmate Don Henley's records, and Frey's record sales had slipped. One good thing to happen to Frey (pictured below) was that his solo LP The Allnighter went gold in 1992.

The trouble, was, it had been released in 1984. :eek:

The solo album Frey released in 1992, Strange Weather, tanked, so he opted for a new role - that of starring in a TV series.

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Frey, whose acting resume had been limited to a "Miami Vice" episode and a war movie that no one ever saw, starred in "South of Sunset" on CBS in 1993. Frey played an LA police detective; his co-star, who played his partner (I could look up his name, but that's not important!) thought, upon being told his costar had been in the Eagles, that Frey had been a Philadelphia linebacker.

Frey's co-star was a black guy from Harlem, a place not known for its Eagles fan club chapter.

Anyway, "South of Sunset" was such a spectacular bomb, it aired only one episode before CBS cancled it. Ironically, it was pre-empted in Los Angeles, where it was set, so the CBS affiliate there could cover a local news story.

Frey was left trying to start an Eagles reunon with Henley. A similar effort had faield in 1990, to the chagrin of Eagles fans and to the delight of rock critics, who still despised the band with a cold passion. Would a 1994 effort to get the group back together succeed? Fans hoped so. Robert Christgau and Jimmy Guterman certainly hoped not!!

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1993 was further proof that metal was in serious trouble. Word from the Iron Maiden camp came that Bruce Dickinson had decided to leave the band, due to feeling confined musically. He may have been the voice and the face of the mighty Maiden, but since he was Paul Di'Anno's replacement, he was not one of the original members and felt that he lacked creative control. Maiden after all was bassist Steve Harris' child, and Bruce felt frustrated that he could not open the band up to other ideas. But also he felt as if the whole Dungeons and Dragons approach was played out for him personally. He felt that he wanted to do something more commercial. He felt his heart lie in more traditional rock and roll. He needed a change, and felt that for the past
few albums, the band was flagging in comparison to the huge changes in rock and roll (namely, the American-city-that-begins-with-an-S). His departure was a huge disappointment for the bands and fans alike.

One thing that Bruce was not going to miss was one tragic event at Castle Donington where a British Monsters of Rock featuring Maiden and Guns N' Roses went horribly awry as some fans were crushed to death and others injured in a concert stampede melee. :(

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The indication of Bruce Dickinson's pending exit from Iron Maiden actually came a few years before with his 1990 solo album, Tattooed Millionaire, whose title song was more pop-rock than his releases with his regular band. The lyrics spoke of Bruce's dissatisfaction with the L.A. rock and roll lifestyle, as evidenced by the former "bad boys" Motley Crue and Poison:

Tattooed Millionaire

Tattooed boys with expensive toys
Living in a bubble of sin
Money can buy you most of anything
Fix your nose or the mess you’re in

Front page news, you can share your views
With a population (that) wants to be like you
Out on the strip, out on the tiles
Same old greed behind the p.r. smiles

You and all your entourage - to me you’re all the same
You and all your entourage - playing foolish games

I don’t want your big city shining
I don’t want your silver lining
I don’t wanna be a tattooed millionaire

I don’t want your big city shining
I don’t want your silver lining
I don’t wanna be a tattooed millionaire

He’s got a wife - she ain’t no brain child
Ex-mud queen of miami
In his stretch cadillac he keeps her in the back
With his cd player and his bottle of jack

L.a. dude, l.a. attitude
Laid back, selfish, and getting fat
Bodyguards, porn stars, gold credit cards
Using each other - running for cover

You and all your entourage - to me you’re all the same
You and all your entourage - playing foolish games

I don’t want your big city shining
I don’t want your silver lining
I don’t wanna be a tattooed millionaire

I don’t want your big city shining
I don’t want your silver lining
I don’t wanna be a tattooed millionaire

I don’t want your big city shining
I don’t want your silver lining
I don’t wanna be a tattooed millionaire

I don’t want your big city shining
I don’t want your silver lining
I don’t wanna be a tattooed millionaire

I don’t want your big city shining
I don’t want your silver lining
I don’t wanna be a tattooed millionaire

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Iron Maiden released the first of two live albums which coincided with the reissue of its album catalogue, the double disc A Real Live One. Unfortunately, while the album features newer Maiden favorites live from their 1992-1993 world tour, Bruce Dickinson's voice seems tired and unspired on tracks such as "Tailgunner" and others. It seemed to show his burnout. The album focused more on the songs from 1985 on, but never captured the band
in all its glory from the classic Live After Death album, when they were at their peak.

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To pacify fans of older Maiden tunes, the band released the double-live A Real Dead One, with mixed results. The band's career seemed to be at a standstill. New blood was needed to revive the undead Beast.

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Rush continued to capitalize on its attempt to regain its guitar-driven groove on the album Counterparts, which felt the elements of grunge drift into its music on songs such as "Stick It Out" and "Animate." The band felt that it had largely succeeded, but needed something more solid.

Stick It Out

Trust to your insticts
If it’s safely restrained
Lightning reactions
Must be carefully trained

Heat of the moment
Curse of the young
Spit out your anger
Don’t swallow your tongue

Stick it out

Don’t swallow the poison
Spit it out
Don’t swallow your pride
Stick it out
Don’t swallow your anger
Spit it out
Don’t swallow the lies

Natural reflex
Pendulum swing
You might be too dizzy
To do the right thing

Trial under fire
Ultimate proof
Moment of crisis
Don’t swallow the truth

Stick it out

Each time we bathe our reactions
In artificial light
Each time we alter the focus
To make the wrong moves seem right

You get so used to deception
You make yourself a nervous wreck
You get so used to surrender
Running back to cover your neck

Stick it out

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This is one of their best songs performed live, where they feature a dazzling array of computer and video images:

Animate

Polarize me
Sensitize me
Criticize me
Civilize me
Compensate me
Animate me
Complicate me
Elevate me

Goddess in my garden
Sister in my soul
Angel in my armor
Actress in my role

Daughter of a demon-lover
Empress of the hidden face
Priestess of the pagan mother
Ancient queen of inner space

Spirit in my psyche
Double in my role
Alter in my image
Struggle for control

Mistress of the dark unconscious
Mermaid of the lunar sea
Daughter of the great enchantress
Sister to the boy inside of me

My counterpart --- my foolish heart
A man must learn to rule his tender part
A warming trend --- a gentle friend
A man must build a fortress to defend

A secret face --- a touch of grace
A man must learn to give a little space
A peaceful state --- a submissive trait
A man must learn to gently dominate

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This is one of their saddest, and most powerful songs. It deals with the loneliness of people who are gay, or for whatever reasons are ostracized and forgotten by more conventional people in spite of great and courageous deeds.

Nobody's Hero

I knew he was different, in his sexuality
I went to his parties, as a straight minority
It never seemed a threat to my masculinity
He only introduced me to a wider reality

As the years went by, we drifted apart
When I heard that he was gone
I felt a shadow cross my heart
But he’s nobody’s ---

Hero --- saves a drowning child
Cures a wasting disease
Hero --- lands the crippled airplane
Solves great mysteries

Hero --- not the handsome actor
Who plays a hero’s role
Hero --- not the glamor girl
Who’d love to sell her soul
If anybody’s buying
Nobody’s hero

I didn’t know the girl, but I knew her family
All their lives were shattered
In a nightmare of brutality
They try to carry on, try to bear the agony
Try to hold some faith
In the goodness of humanity

As the years went by, we drifted apart
When I heard that she was gone
I felt a shadow cross my heart
But she’s nobody’s ---

Hero --- the voice of reason
Against the howling mob
Hero --- the pride of purpose
In the unrewarding job

Hero --- not the champion player
Who plays the perfect game
Not the glamor boy
Who loves to sell his name
Everybody’s buying
Nobody’s hero

As the years went by, we drifted apart
When I heard that you were gone
I felt a shadow cross my heart

Hero

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Cold Fire

It was long after midnight
When we got to unconditional love
She said sure, my heart is boundless
But don’t push my limits too far

I said if love is so transcendant
I don’t understand these boundaries
She said just don’t disappoint me ---
You know how complex women are

I’ll be around
If you don’t let me down
Too far
I’ll be around
If you don’t let me down

It was just before sunrise
When we started on traditional roles
She said sure I’ll be your partner
But don’t make too many demands

I said if love has these conditions
I don’t understand those songs you love
She said this is not a love song
This isn’t fantasy-land

Don’t go too far -
The phosphorescent wave on a tropical sea
Is a cold fire
Don’t cross the line -
The pattern of moonlight on the bedroom floor
Is a cold fire
Don’t let me down -
The flame at the heart of a pawnbroker’s diamond
Is a cold fire
Don’t break the spell -
The look in your eyes as you head for the door
Is a cold fire

I’ll be around
If you don’t push me down
Too far
I’ll be around
If you don’t push me down

I’ll be around
If you don’t push me down
Too far
I’ll be around
If you don’t push me down

Don’t go too far -
The phosphorescent wave on a tropical sea
Is a cold fire
Don’t cross the line -
The pattern of moonlight on the bedroom floor
Is a cold fire
Don’t let me down -
The flame at the heart of a pawnbroker’s diamond
Is a cold fire
Don’t break the spell -
The look in your eyes as you head for the door
Is a cold fire

I’ll be around
If you don’t push me down
Too far
I’ll be around
If you don’t push me down

I’ll be around
If you don’t push me down
Too far
I’ll be around
If you don’t push me down

I’ll be around
If you don’t let me down

It’s a cold fire...
It’s a cold fire...
It’s a cold fire...
It’s a cold fire...

Love is blind if you are gentle
Love can turn to a long, cold burn

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The followup to Guns N' Roses' hugely successful Use Your Illusions albums was a disk full of punk covers, The Spaghetti Incident? which remains either the band's worst or most underrated release, depending on who you ask. The album featured songs such as "Since I Don't Have You," "New Rose",
"Raw Power", "Hair of the Dog", "Attitude", "Black Leather", "You Can't Put Your Arms Around a Memory", and "I Don't Care About You."

Of course, all G N' R fans were confident that the new album was just around the corner.

Since I Don't Have You

I don't have plans and schemes
And I don't have hopes and dreams
I, I, I don't have anything
Since I don't have you

And I don't have fond desires
And I don't have happy hours
I don't have anything
Since I don't have you

Happiness and I guess
I never will again
When you walked out on me
In walked ol' misery
And she's been here since then

[spoken] Yeah, we're f:censored:ed!

I don't have love to share
And I don't have one who cares
I don't have anything
Since I don't have you

You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh yeah!

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Axl Rose, ever the taskmaster of Guns N' Roses, fired guitarist Izzy Stradlin a few years earlier for drugs and other misbehavior. In his place he found a new guitarist Gilbey Clark to join the band. Unfortunately, that new lineup was on shaky ground. Fans found they were about to wait for more than a few months for the "real" studio release of Guns N' Roses, while in the meantime, the band spent too much time arguing and fighting over musical direction. Tours were indefinitely postponed, and Axl's controlling nature had alienated everyone around him. For a while, however, Gilby was a full-fledged member of the band and performed well under the circumstances.

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Meanwhile, Izzy Stradlin formed his own blues-based band, Izzy Stradlin and the Juju Hounds, so far his only solo release. The album featured a decent track called "Shuffle It All."

Shuffle It All


Boredom saturation
It's a never ending clue
Isn't just to fill the time
When there's nothing else to do

She drove on out of New York
She had enough insane
And drivin' just though Texas two days
She ended up in L.A.

Shuffle it all
Shuffle it all, yeah
Shuffle it all
Pack up your life again

A pile of records spread out
The covers still look good
Picture here a Peter Tosh's
startin' down and a smokin' wood

My dog dreaming is running
I see him twitch a paw
My woman playing Dr. Mario
On the TV all night long

Just another cigarette
Staring at the moon, yeah
Then I'm headin' off to bed
Sleepin' without you, yeah

Shuffle it all
Shuffle it all, yeah
Pack up your bags again

It's a long and winding road
Sure enjoy the view, yeah
If you want to see it
Just slow down
You're so welcome to come along

Lookin' for a tune to play
I'm gonna see it again
When the day is over
Try to write you 'bout the rain

Feel the motors winding on
There ain't no news
If you see those old friends out there
Tell them that I send my love

Wake up, time to leave again
Try to find my shoes
Put the luggage in the van
Roll up your Doctor Dolittle

Shuffle it all
Shuffle it all, yeah
Shuffle it all
Pack up your things again
Shuffle it all (Keep movin' along)
Shuffle it all (Keep movin' along)
Shuffle it all (Keep movin' along)
Pack up your life again

Keep on shufflin'

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Live pic of Izzy:

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In 1993, one of the greatest pairings in all of rock and roll finally occured, and one that seemed not so unusual when you thought about it: Coverdale-Page, featuring of course, Whitesnake vocalist David Coverdale and former Led Zeppeling guitarist Jimmy Page. For all the criticisms that Whitesnake had gotten in the 80's for being a "Zeppelin clone" band, what were people to make when the mighty Hammer-on-er of the Gods,
Master Page, hooked up with one of the biggest Robert Plant "sound-and-lookalikes" in the world, David Coverdale? Of course, Coverdale insisted that he was his own man, in spite of Plant's snide comments that he was "David Cover-version", but for many the pairing made sense. Perhaps it was the only thing fans were going to get for a Led Zeppelin reunion. Or was it??

Coverdale and Page both had more than vocal and image similarities, they both shared a love for the blues, and released a folky, bluesy hit, "Pride and Joy." The song was a very fine throwback to the glory days of Zeppelin's acoustic side on their third album.

Pride and Joy

Take me to your river, baby, take me to your sea
Purify my soul an' pour your ocean over me.
Lead me to your chamber, where you sleep at night,
Scratch your name across my back, make me feel alright.

You're the best time I have ever had,
You look so good, oh babe, you must be bad.

Diamonds on your ankles, sapphires on your shoes,
Your little gems of wisdom chase away my blues.
Mama's little princess, daddy's pride and joy,
I'm like a kid at Christmas, playing with your toys.

You shake me in the morning, I wake up black an' blue
Ooh child, you act so wild, I'll name a hurricane after you
Scarlet fever kisses, little miss Dynamite,
Youngblood, you look so good, I'm gonna leave on all the lights

So I can see where I'm goin', baby
Play that thing!

So take me to your river, baby, take me to your sea,
Purify my soul an' pour your ocean over me.
Lead me to your chamber, where you sleep at night,
Scratch your name across my back, make me feel alright.

I have never felt this good before,
If you want I'll sleep outside your door.
You're the best time I have ever had,
You look so good, oh babe, you must be bad.

You must be bad...


:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

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So was Page hooking up with Coverdale an admission that Mr. Whitesnake was an "imitator"? Or was he just the right vocalist at the right time? Truth is, no one could really go wrong with making Led Zeppelin their paradigm in music. If David Coverdale was "clone" of Robert Plant, he was a damn good one, with still his own style. It also proved that Jimmy Page still had life after
Led.

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One movie that featured great rock songs was 'Last Action Hero', which featured Arnold Schwarzeneggar as a swashbuckling renegade who takes a young fan on his wild adventures. The picture was a disappointment commercially, but the songs to the soundtrack were very popular, including "Big Gun" by AC/DC and "What the Hell Have I" by Alice in Chains, as well as tracks by Queensryche, Aerosmith, Tesla, Anthrax and others. The video to "Big Gun" was hilarious: Ah-nold lights a cigar with a bundle of dynamite, then impersonates Angus Young in a schoolboy outfit onstage! :lol:

Big Gun
by AC/DC

Riot on the radio
Pictures on the TV
Invader man take what he can
Shootout on the silver screen
Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down
Living out a fantasy
There's a bad man cruising around
In a big black limousine
Don't let it be wrong
Don't let it be right
Get in his way
You're dead in his sights

CHORUS:
Big gun
Big gun number one
Big gun
Big gun kick the hell out of you

Terminators, Uzi makers
Shootin' up Hollywood
Snakes alive with a .45
Setting off and doing no good
If you ain't wise they'll cannibalise
Tear flesh off you
Classified lady killers
Prayin' in the human zoo [Prey'in]?
They saddle you up
And take you to town
Better look out
When he come around

CHORUS
(Show down)

Big gun, got a hot one
Big gun, got a number one
Big gun, loaded and cocked
Big gun, hot hot hot
Got big gun, ready or not
Big gun, give it, give it a shot

Terminator, Uzi makers
Regulators, gonna get you later

Big gun kick the hell out of you

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

Why do we get the feeling the song is not really about firearms? ;)

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What the Hell Have I?
by Alice In Chains

The face before me flies
Laughs at me inside
Masks are made to hide the glow
Shining eyes
Distance ’tween us grows
Feeding lies

It’s hard to start things over
You can feel the fire around us
All the time
Yeah

Something I should say
It takes you every day
What you give is not alive
Today
Your soul served on a plate
Throw it away

It’s hard to start things over
You can feel the fire around us
All the time
Yeah

It’s hard to start things over
Oh yeah
You can feel the fire around us
All the time
Yeah

It’s hard to start things over
Oh yeah
You can feel the fire around us
All the time
Yeah

All the time

What the hell have i?
Little pride

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

The bad chick Whitney on a bubble gum card for the movie:

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AC/DC released AC/DC Live, which was originally a huge multi-disk set which contained tons of their hits performed live. Some critics complained of the "sameness" of the songs, but AC/DC abided by the "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" rule. As true AC/DC fans knew, whenever the bad boys from Down Under played live, you were in for an event. However, the album was later released in a slightly abbreviated form.

Supersized version of image below:

http://www.bluevisions.ch/acdc-live1992.jpg

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Not to be outdone in the mega-live music extravagonzo, Metallica released Live S#%$&: Binge and Purge, which featured both CD and video cassette
releases of their concerts, including their 1989 performance in Seattle. The musical feast came in a box which resembled a small toy chest filled with goodies. It was total gluttony for all Metallica fans.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v256/Metallicakc/MetallicaLive.jpg

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The Live S:censored: Binge and Purge box set:

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A poster for concerts in Italy:

http://www.iammol.com/revival/metallica93.jpg

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Another big song from 'Last Action Hero' was "Angry Again" by Megadeth.

Angry Again

The more of you that I inspect
The more of me I see reflect
The more I try to read your lips
The more the mask you’re wearing rips

But when I seek out your voice
My ears are overcome with noise
You show and tell with greatest ease
Raving impossibilities

Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry ow

And when the story takes a twist
If folds like a contortionist
Slight of hand and quick exchange
The old tricks have been rearranged

Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry

The searing of the sinew
My body fights for air
The ripping of the tissue
My lungs begin to tear
Gravity’s got my bones
It pulls my flesh away

The steam finally dissipates
I make out my sweaty face

Association that I choose
Game I inevitably lose
Governed by laws set up by me
Fracture it’s jaw to let me be
A cut-out cardboard condo maze
Filled with an insubordinate race
Irrational youths stop to stare
As music rubber hosed the air

Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry again
And again and again, again

Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry ow

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

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Now having become the biggest figures on television, Beavis and Butthead naturally had one thing few animated characters had: a compilation album.
In late 1993, 'The Beavis and Butthead' album was released, and featured songs by such artists as Anthrax ("Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun"), Megadeth ("99 Ways to Die"), Run-DMC ("Bounce"), White Zombie ("I Am Hell"), Primus ("Poetry and Prose"), Red Hot Chili Peppers ("Search and Destroy"), Jackyl ("Mental *@%#!", which actually stood for "Mental Masturbation", but the record companies must have gotten nervous for the kiddies buying the album), even a duet with Cher, a rocked-out version of "I Got You Babe." The album even contained a romantic slow r & b track called "Come to Butthead", his own personal invitation to the girls of America: "Come to Butthead. I will do anything that sucks for your love." The album also included the two reminescing over the times they met with the guys of Anthrax and Run-DMC, with disastrous result.

But amid all the tomfoolery, there was one particular song which merited a little concern: Nirvana's "I Hate Myself and I Want to Die". Kurt Cobain insisted in Rolling Stone that the song was entirely a joke and not at all to be taken seriously.

:confused:

Here is the Megadeth track:

99 Ways to Die

If I see the morning hours
I’ll have one more yesterday
Take life from tomorrow
Cause I’ve burned out my today

If I get up to the top I know
I’ll just go back downhill
Gotta’ terminal future
And it’s time to write my will

Down another glass of courage
And a shot of thorazine

We’re not ready to see you yet
99 ways to die
We’re not ready to see you yet

Gotta’ short between the earphones
Wringing my hands in dismay
A more efficient maniac
With two feet in the grave

Ain’t got no last words to say
Yellow streak right up my spine
The gun in my mouth was real
And the taste blew my mind

In a black tie and straight jacket
Man I’m gonna try again

Chorus repeat

Demitasse of arsenic
Try on this tie
Never mind the tree

There is only death and danger
In the sockets of my eyes
A playground of illusion
No one plays they only die

There’s a prison in my mind
And the bars are gonna break
I’m as mad as a hatter
And strung out just the same

Taunting rigor mortis
I feel it draw me in

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

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One rocking band that resisted the anti-metal tide was Southern ass-kickers
Jackyl, who were fronted by a tough boy with quite the singing mouth, Jesse James Dupree. The other members included Jeff Worley on guitar, Chris Worley on
drums, and Roman Glick on bass. The band defended the time-honored tradition of being hellraisers with a solid following. Their concerts included Dupree's trademark chainsaw solo where he revved up Leatherface's favorite instrument much to the delight of fans. The band brought back straight on fun, potty-mouthed rock and roll, being total bad boys all the way.

I Stand Alone

Well everytime I move Every step I make
You know I just can't seem to take the right direction

I'm always wrong I'm never right
Right or wrong there always seems to be a correction

And I give everything I got
And they take Take Take Take Take everything I'm giving

My back is tired My legs both ache
In this life There is no cake This life I'm livin'

CHORUS:
I stand alone today WHY YOU FEEL Don't ask me why I feel
I just know I feel this way WHAT YOU SAY I stand alone today
I stand alone today WHY YOU FEEL Don't ask me why I feel
I just know I feel this way WHAT YOU SAY I stand alone today

Well you look at me Shake your head
Don't like my hair You're so misled I s:censored: like you do
But the curse is more than on my head
Sometimes I think I'm better off dead It's worse than voodoo

And I'm reaching out for help
But it's No No No No No Until you give in

My back's still tired My legs both ache
In this life There is no cake This life I'm livin'

CHORUS:

Well they take They take everything I'm givin'
It's a rough life This life I'm livin'
Give me more Give me more I take more everyday
I'm gonna take it till they take Take Take Take
Take Take Take Take me away

SOLO

CHORUS:

I say I-I-I Stand alone today I say I-I-I Stand alone today
I say I-I-I Stand alone today I say I-I-I Stand alone today I say I-I

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

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Here is their big hit which featured the chainsaw:

The Lumberjack Song

I was born in the backwoods
Of a two-bit nowhere town
Fathered up some rock 'n' roll (baby)
So you muthers could boogie down
I ain't whistling dixie
No I'm a rebel with a groove
All around the world the ygo 'round and 'round
When they dig on my new stainless steel sound

CHORUS
I'm a lumberjack baby
I'm gonna cut you down to size
I'm a lumberjack baby
And you're the one that gets my prize
And when you hear my motor running
You know I surely be coppin' a rise
So I'm gonna crank it up and cut it down

I'm a lumberjack baby
I'm a lumberjack now baby
I'm a lumberjack baby
I'm a lumberjack baby
But I ain't jacked my lumber baby
Since my chain saw you

That's the way we like it!

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

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Jesse James Dupree had song titles that would work as bumper stickers on any pickup truck. The bad boy from Georgia had titles such as "Dumb Ass Country Boy" and "Heaven Don't Want Me and Hell's Afraid I'll Take Over". In that song he compares himself to the legendary Bon Scott--which interested AC/DC so much that even Brian Johnson would later make a guest appearance on one of their later albums.

Down On Me

All the things I see in you
All the things I know that are true
And when the light in the morning
Comes shining through

I see, I see

CHORUS
I see the sun shining
Down on me
I feel the heat of love's flame
Down on me
I love the thought of you comin'
Down on me
And I'm so wet from love raining
Down on me

Down on me, down on me

All the things you mean to me
All the things I want us to be
And when the man in the moon
Looks straight at you

I see, oh I see

CHORUS

And you're a new kinda way
That's getting stranger every day
Get on the good foot and keep it on top
One thing for certain, it ain't ever gonna stop

CHORUS

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

[Cactus Jack]

Here is their big hit which featured the chainsaw:

The Lumberjack Song

I was born in the backwoods
Of a two-bit nowhere town
Fathered up some rock 'n' roll (baby)
So you muthers could boogie down
I ain't whistling dixie
No I'm a rebel with a groove
All around the world the ygo 'round and 'round
When they dig on my new stainless steel sound

CHORUS
I'm a lumberjack baby
I'm gonna cut you down to size
I'm a lumberjack baby
And you're the one that gets my prize
And when you hear my motor running
You know I surely be coppin' a rise
So I'm gonna crank it up and cut it down

I'm a lumberjack baby
I'm a lumberjack now baby
I'm a lumberjack baby
I'm a lumberjack baby
But I ain't jacked my lumber baby
Since my chain saw you

That's the way we like it!

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: And I was excpecting to read a rock version of the Monty Python song! :lol:

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And I was excpecting to read a rock version of the Monty Python song! :lol:
He's a lumberjack and he's okay,
he sleeps all night and he works all day,
he likes to dress up in women's clothing,
and hang around in bars!

:dance:

:lol:

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He's a lumberjack and he's okay,
he sleeps all night and he works all day,
he likes to dress up in women's clothing,
and hang around in bars!

:dance:

:lol:
LOL

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One alternative band, Belly, fronted by former Throwing Muses vocalist Tanya Donnelly, showed that women were making further headway into mainstream rock. Their album Star, featured such video hits as "Feed the Tree" and "Belly".

Feed the Tree

This old man i've talked about
Broke his own heart,
Poured it in the ground.
Big red tree grew up and out,
Throw up its leaves,
Spins round and round.
I know all this and more.

So take your hat off
When you're talking to me
And be there when i feed the tree.

This little squirrel i used to be
Slammed her bike down the stairs.
They put silver where her teeth had been.
Baby silvertooth,she grins and grins.
I know all this and more.

So take your hat off boy
When you're talking to me
And be there when i feed the tree.

Take your hat off boy
When you're talking to me
And be there when i feed the tree.
This old man i used to be
Spins around, around, around the tree.

Silver baby come to me.
I'll only hurt you in my dreams.
I know all this and...
I know all this and...
I know all this and more.

So take your hat off boy
When you're talking to me
And be there when i feed the tree.
Take your hat off
When you're talking to me
And be there when i feed the tree.

:guitar: :banana: :mango :tree:

[Steve M.]

Billy Joel released his twelfth studio album, River Of Dreams, in August 1993.

http://www.mtv.com/shared/media/images/amg_covers/200/drd300/d312/d3122279n3v.jpg

Though damned by the pop press as a hack schlockmeister, Joel redeemed himself a bit with a few listenable singles from this LP - the title song, "All About Soul," and "Lullaby (Good Night My Angel)," the latter written for his daughter. It seemed that BJ was finally learning how to enjoy his success.

Then his personal life went to hell. Christie Brinkley, his wife of eight years, got in a helicopter accident. Fortunately, she was all right. Unfortunately, she fell in love with the chap who resuced her and left her husband. Joel, once smug about being married to one of the most beautiful women in the world, was now suddenly single.

Joel then decided to give up making pop records (although he would continue touring), and elected to compose classical music.

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The video to this song showed a very hot Tanya Donelly in a short silver dress:

Gepetto

So he’s lying on top again
Just like gepetto and his doll.
And he’s running around again,
And I can’t get him out of this house.

And if you bore him,
You lose your soul to me.
So that kid from the bad home
Came over to my house again,
Decapitated all my dolls.
And if you bore me,
You lose your soul to me.

Hey gepetto,
Where’d you put it?
Oh gepetto, poor boy.
Hey gepetto, where’d you put it?
Oh gepetto, poor boy.
And if you bore him,
You’re gonna lose your soul.
Hey gepetto, where’d you get to?
Oh gepetto, poor boy.
Hey gepetto, where’d you get to?
Oh gepetto, poor boy.
Hey gepetto, what’d you get me?
Oh gepetto, poor boy.
So he’s lying on top again,
Just like gepetto.

:guitar: :banana: :mango

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Tanya Donnelly is a real cutie pie:

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Another Tanya Donnelly pic:

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Tanya:

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Tanya live in 1995:

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Here's a hit friom the afromentioned Billy Joel album

River of Dreams
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To the river so deep

I must be looking for something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross

Even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening
And I stand on the shore
I try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find out
What I've been looking for

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep

I've been searching for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I'd never lose
Something somebody stole

I don't know why
I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and
I don't want to walk anymore
Hope it doesn't take
The rest of my life
Until I find what it is
I've been looking for

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To the river so deep

I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night

Not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never
Been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire
I wade into the river that
Is run into the promised land

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth
To the river so deep

We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
In the middle of the night

[Steve M.]

Here's a hit friom the afromentioned Billy Joel album.

Afromentioned? Billy Joel never wore his hair like that! :lol:


I've been searching for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I'd never lose
Something somebody stole

This lyric continued an unfortunate trend in Joel's songs - lyrics that deflect blame to others. "She's Always A Woman" blames the male second party for a woman's personality quirks ("Blame it all on yourself"), the narrator of "You May Be Right" blames a woman for his "insanity" ("If I'm crazy, then it's true / And it's all because of you"), and "We Didn't Start The Fire. . ." well, you can figure that one out.

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Afromentioned? Billy Joel never wore his hair like that! :lol:



This lyric continued an unfortunate trend in Joel's songs - lyrics that deflect blame to others. "She's Always A Woman" blames the male second party for a woman's personality quirks ("Blame it all on yourself"), the narrator of "You May Be Right" blames a woman for his "insanity" ("If I'm crazy, then it's true / And it's all because of you"), and "We Didn't Start The Fire. . ." well, you can figure that one out.
:brent Well unless you count his 70s hair but that wasnt an afro




I never knew that! :eek:

[Steve M.]

Jackson Browne's notoriously complicated personal life became even more so in the early nineites when his former girlfriend Daryl Hannah accused him of having abused her, a charged Browne denied - but few believed him. Joni Mitchell's song "Not To Blame" was her way of letting Browne know she didn't.

Browne released I'm Alive in 1993, and the title song made it clear that he'd already been through a lot and he was certain he'd get through this, too. Much of the album was more personal than social commentarian, a departure for Browne in many respects. Eventually he was cleared by the authorities of the domestic abuse charges, but many still had their doubts.

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Phil Collins released his fifth solo album, Both Sides, in 1993.

http://www.invisible-face.com/pics/collins_discs/pc_both_sides.jpg

Collins, like Browne, had trouble in his personal life - in Collins's case, a divorce. Collins had never been a critic's favorite, but Both Sides, which included some of his most personal songs, got some decent reviews. "Every Day" - not to be confused with the Buddy Holly song of the same name - was a hit single.

Collins's professional life was still going strong. He had a hit album, helped David Crosby record his first hit solo single, and remained a favorite pop singer among radio station programmers. Plus, he was still in Genesis. Little did he know, however, how the nineties would turn out for him.

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From the ashes of The Pixies came The Breeders, with Kim Deal and her sister Kelly Deal, proving even further that women could rock. Their 1993 album Last Splash featured the minimalist hit "Cannonball". Belly's Tanya Donnelly was originally in the band but was replaced by Kim. The band was believed to be one of the next big things in music.

But before the band could completely enjoy its success, legal problems ensued when police found Kim Deal with a large stash of drugs. she was sent to rehab, and it was a long wait before the band would return. When they did, the band went through a few lineup changes and lost their peak momentum.

Cannonball

Check check check
One two

Spitting in a wishing well
Blown to hell crash
I'm the last splash

I know you little libertine
I know you're a real coocoo

Want you coocoo cannonball
Want you coocoo cannonball
In the shade, in the shade
In the shade, in the shade

I know you little libertine
I know you're a cannonball

I'll be your whatever you want
The bong in this reggae song

In the shade, in the shade
Want you coocoo cannonball
Want you coocoo cannonball

Spitting in a wishing well
Blown to hell
Crash
I'm the last splash

I'll be your whatever you want
The bong in this reggae song

Want you coocoo cannonball
Want you coocoo cannonball
In the shade, in the shade
In the shade, in the shade

:guitar: :banana: :mango

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Breeders pic:

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Kelly and Kim live:

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Kim Deal:

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A little less on the alternative side, another female singer would become one of the bigger acts of the 90's: Sheryl Crow. She had a free-style to her traditional rock and roll sound which evoked the vibe of earlier artists such as Rickie Lee Jones and others from fifteen years back. She started out in a musical family which saw her become a music teacher for austistic children before she set out on her own to try her hand at Hollywood. She got lucky--she sang backup vocals in Michael Jackson's touring group, but unfortunately, rumors started floating that she was romantically linked with the huge pop entertainer. :confused: She left to start her own solo career, but was discouraged when the record industry wanted to make her into a dance-pop queen. That was not what she wanted at all. After suffering a few years of deep depression while touring with other established names, she was able to fall in with a team of record industry professionals who helped make her start with the sound she felt most comfortable with. Her first album was Tuesday Night Music Club, which featured the huge hit "All I Wanna Do". At first it seemed as if the album would go nowhere, but when audiences picked up on the breezy, carefree night-life tune with the free-flow lyrics, she new she had a hit on her hands.

Unfortunately, a series of tragic events would threaten to derail a career just starting to blossom.

All I Wanna Do

Hit it!
This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club either
This is LA!

"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,"
Says the man next to me out of nowhere
It's apropos
Of nothing
He says his name's William but I'm sure,
He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
And he's plain ugly to me
And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole
life
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits

They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause

[Chorus]
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard

I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud
He shreds them on the bar
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
before blowing and cursing them out
And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on
the floor

And a happy couple enters the bar
Dangerously close to one another
The bartender looks up from his want ads

Chorus

Otherwise the bar is ours,
The day and the night and the car wash too
The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty
cars
The sun and the moon but

Chorus

:banana: :mango

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Sheryl Crow live in a recent photo:

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One female-fronted band, Mazzy Star, released their album So Tonight That I May See, which featured the soft, beautiful and sad hit "Fade Into You." The vocals of their lead singer Hope Sandoval were simply captivating.

Fade Into You

I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that’s true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You’ll come apart and you’ll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what’s not there.

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it’s strange you never knew

A stranger’s light comes on slowly
A stranger’s heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it’s strange you never knew

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it’s strange you never knew
I think it’s strange you never knew

Above, Hope Sandoval:

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Hope Sandoval live:

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Though this album jumps back to 1990, Reading, Writing, and Arithmetic by The Sundays starts the trend rolling toward acoustic pop-alternative female fronted bands. Vocalist Harriet Wheeler had a voice that was lovely and would draw comparisons to Hope Sandoval. Their hit was "Here's Where the Story Ends".

Here's Where the Story Ends

People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down, they’re on the inside
Here’s where the story ends
People I see, weary of me showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I’m on the outside
Here’s where the story ends
Ooh here’s where the story ends

It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said, the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it’s the memories of your shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise

Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I’m on the outside
Oh here’s where the story ends
Ooh here’s where the story ends

It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would’ve thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It’s that little souvenir of a colourful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
Here’s where the story ends
Ooh here’s where the story ends

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Harriet Wheeler:

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Group photo:

[robyrob]

From the ashes of The Pixies came The Breeders,

Dayton's own!! :rock: one of my ALLTIME favorite bands, they recently reunited and are touring again :guitar: :a1:

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One female artist who went solo from a moderately successful band wasJulianna Hatfield, who fronted Blake Babiesfor a few years. She a little more fire than her alternative sweetheart sisters in bands like the Sundays and Mazzy Star. Her first solo album was Become What You Are. In the video to her song, "My Sister", she held live birds that had been made dizzy in a rotating cage to make them more docile for the video shoot.

My Sister

My sister... My sister... My sister.

I hate my sister, she's such a bitch.
She acts as if she doesn't even know that I exist.
But I would do anything to let her know I care.
But I am only talking to myself 'cos she isn't there.

My sister...
I love my sister, she's the best.
She's cooler than any other girl that I have ever met.
She had the greatest band, she had the greatest guy.
She's good at everything and doesn't even try.

(Chorus)
She's got a wall around her nobody can climb.
She lets her ladder down for those who really shine.
I tried to scale it, but to me she's blind.
So I lit a firecracker, went off in my eye.

(instrumental break)

I miss my sister, why'd she go?
She's the one who would have taken me
To my first all-ages show.
It was the Violent Femmes and the Del Fuegos,
Before they had a record out. Before they went gold,
And started to grow.

I miss my sister. I miss my sister.
I miss my sister. I really miss her.

:guitar: :banana: :mango

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All was not sugar and spice in the world of women in rock. P.J. Harvey, or Polly Jean Harvey, was one dark, mysterious singer who both had defined herself as a feminist, but apparently refused to be defined or confined by the credo of political correctness: she drew much flack for appearing topless on the cover of a British magazine. The lyrics to her 1993 album Rid of Me were rife with sexual innuendo and agressive female attitude. She had a very dark sense of humor.

Rid of Me

Tie yourself to me
No one else
No, you're not rid of me
Hmm you're not rid of me

Night and day I breathe
Ah hah ay
Hey, you're not rid of me
Yeah, you're not rid of me
Yeah, you're not rid of me
Yeah, you're not rid of me

I beg you, my darling
Don't leave me, I'm hurting

Lick my legs I'm on fire
Lick my legs of desire

I'll tie your legs
Keep you against my chest
Oh, you're not rid of me
Yeah, you're not rid of me
I'll make you lick my injuries
I'm gonna twist your head off, see

Till you say don't you wish you never never met her?
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her?
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her?
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her?

I beg you my darling
Don't leave me, I'm hurting
Big lonely above everything
Above everyday, I'm hurting

Lick my legs, I'm on fire
Lick my legs of desire
Lick my legs, I'm on fire
Lick my legs of desire

Yeah, you're not rid of me
Yeah, you're not rid of me
I'll make you lick my injuries
I'm gonna twist your head off, see

Till you say don't you wish you never never met her
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her

Don't you don't you wish you never never met her
(Lick my legs I'm on fire)
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her
(Lick my legs of desire)
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her
(Lick my legs I'm on fire)
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her
(Lick my legs of desire)
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her
(Lick my legs I'm on fire)
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her
(Lick my legs of desire)
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her
(Lick my legs I'm on fire)
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her
(Lick my legs of desire)

Lick my legs I'm on fire
Lick my legs of desire
Lick my legs I'm on fire
Lick my legs of desire

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P.J. without her p.j.'s: ;)

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Another P.J. pic:

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P.J. without her p.j.'s: ;)
PJ's MANSIZE :rock:

[Steve M.]

Lauren Christy was yet another female singer who made a splash in 1993. The second song from her self-titled album, "You Read Me Wrong," became a moderate hit.

You Read Me Wrong - Lauren Christy

Well, I admit, I tell white lies,
And I admit, I dramatize everything I do.
Well, I admit it, I'm headstrong,
And I admit, I act too young,
But for the bad in me, there's good to offer you.

Oh, but the girl you see slips her number into pockets,
And lets her love fly off like rockets to the moon.
Oh baby, there's no room.
For the girl you see, she's not anything, no, not like me,
If you really think that I could lead you on -
Well, you read me wrong, so wrong, so wrong.

Well I admit that I just don't care,
And I admit I sometimes stare, but usually it's at you.
Well, I admit I tend to cry,
And I admit I don't know why,
But for the bad in me there's good to offer you.

Oh, but the girl you see slips her number into pockets,
And lets her love fly off like rockets to the moon.
Oh, baby, there's no room.
For the girl you see isn't anything, no, not like me,
If you really think that I could lead you on -
Well, you read me wrong, so wrong, so wrong.
You read me wrong, so wrong, so wrong.

So I'm caught in a trap and don't know what to do,
So tell me, can't you see all that matters now
Is me and you?
But it's no use, baby, 'cause oh -

Well, baby, there's no room,
For the girl you see isn't anything, no, not like me.
If you really think that I could lead you on -
Well, you read me wrong, so wrong, so wrong.
You read me wrong, so wrong, so wrong,
You read me wrong, so wrong. . . .

http://www.patleck.com/lyrics/laurenchristy/laurenchristy.jpg

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On April 29, 1993, rock lost another one of its most memorable guitarists, Mick
Ronson, who gained fame by playing with David Bowie in the early 70's. Ronson died from cancer of the liver in London. The Thin White Duke himself asked if Mick was up to dressing flamboyantly and wearing makeup. "Why not?" was the guitarist's response. Together Bowie and Ronson helped spearhead the glam rock movement, which would later usher in New Wave by the end of decade.

While more flashy physically than as a player, Ronson did become an idol to the young Randy Rhoads, who not only would become the right-hand guitar man to a certain flamboyant performer, but bore an uncanny resemblance to Ronson himself.

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Pic of Mick:

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Not only was Mick Ronson big during Bowie's Ziggy Stardust days, but he also worked with another Bowie protege Ian Hunter of Mott the Hoople (as seen in this autographed picture):

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Mick Ronson and Randy Rhoads looked alike:

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For most Americans, Scandinavian black metal was practically unheard of in 1993, unless you were a die-hard fan. If you were following the scene that summer, you would have heard that one of its biggest names, Euronymous (aka O/stein Aarseth, of the Norwegian band Mayhem, was murdered by Varg Vikernes of the rival band Burzum in a dispute over money. (the slash mark / is intended to go over the O in Norwegian style vowels). Stories came out of the incident that Euronymous' killer not only brutally killed him, but performed cannibalism??!! on his victim. :eek2: :faint: This was consistent with the attitude of many practitioners of Satanic black metal in Norway.

Euronymous was not only lead guitarist for Mayhem but also the founder of a black metal underground label in Norway. His murderer is currently serving life in prison.

Many black metal musicians were also convicted of murdering gay men and burning churches in an attempt to "convert" Norway back to its pre-Christian days of Vikings and paganism. Norway would be closely watched for acts of violence which spread across the country due to the newfound popularity of black metal--many bands claimed you had to be totally Satanic in order to fully black metal. There was no other way. A new kind of militancy was on the rise.

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The late Euronymous. The last album by Mayhem was De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas.

Funeral Fog

Every time this year
this dark fog will appear
up from the tombs it comes
to take one more life that
can be near.
In the middle of transylvania
All natural life has for a long
time ago gone, its thin and so
beautyful but also so dark and
mysterious.

Once again the priest is messing
may the god bless us all.
The fog is here again
that'll complete this funeral.
From a place empty of life.
Only dead trees are growing hear
as it comes from a far
Only dead treas are growing hear

............Funeral Fog
............Funeral Fog
............Funeral Fog
............Funeral Fog

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Varg Vikernes (aka Count Gryshnakh):

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Here is one of the horrific crimes caused by black metal devotees in Norway: Church arson.

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Vikernes in his days with Burzum:

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Ever since the reunification of Germany after the end of Cold War, a fearsome wave of Neo-Nazism and anti-Semitic violence rose among many young people
in Europe. Many Turkish immigrants and other foreigners were targeted by racist radicals, being blamed as the cause of problems in Germany. The wheel
of hate had spun full circle.

In addition to the anti-Christian black metal spreading across Norway and Scandinavia, Germany was witnessing the rise of white supremacist rock and punk bands spreading the message of intolerance and singing the praises of Hitler. For once, a generation in Europe had learned nothing of its awful past.

A book below discusses the rise of the Neo-Nazi movement in Germany:

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At least one band did not resort to murder, arson, and anarchy to get their point across. The British band Napalm Death released Fear, Emptiness, Despair to a metal scene clamoring for something new and intense. This band, fronted by vocalist Barney Greenway, sped up the tempos and "sang" in short grunted words in a new blistering genre which combined thrash and hardcore known as grindcore.

Twist the Knife (Slowly)

Gut level, below it all.
Out of duty - just here.
Feeling like a knife's being twisted
in the hole of how it is.
False hope, an inch of pride
That died when I left to hide from non
stop battering
Of conditioned opinion.
Rest assured but not assured,
All is well,
But I think we've dealt with the fear
For far too long.
Unborn suffer the norm.
Born to this-I think not!
I stand against till the **** drops.
We see all but do nothing,
In the hole of How it is

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

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Band pic:

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Napalm Death live:

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One of the best albums of the grindcore scene was Heartwork by Carcass. This band were one of many to feature a unique approach to songwriting in metal, to have songs which read like a coroner's report full of medical and scientific terminology, as if it were killing poetry dead and making beauty passe. Not a very pleasant approach, but worked well with the new underground version of metal. Unfortunately, as Carcass and other bands were being courted by major labels, many found that the mass commercialization of the extreme metal was killing it off, sacrificing its underground appeal to reach a wider audience (hey, it worked for Metallica, right?). It didn't work. Carcass would soon break up after this album.

Try singing along to this in the shower:

Carnal Forge

Multifarious carnage
Meretriciously internecine
Sublime enmangling steelbath
Of escheated atrocities

Enigmatic longanimity of ruminent mass graves
Meritorious victory, into body-bags now scraped...

Regnant fleshpiles
The dead regorged
Osculatory majestic wrath
This carnal forge

Desensitized - to perspicuous horror
Dehumanized - fresh cannon fodder...

[Lead - Steer]

Meritorious horror
Perspicuous onslaught
Dehumanized - cannon fodder

Killing sanitized
Slaughter sanctified
Desensitized - to genocide

Reigning corpsepiles
Death regorged

Sousing bloodbath
Carnage forged...

In the cold, callous dignity of the mass grave...

[Lead - Amott]

Multiferocious carnage
Cruel, mendacious creed
Sublime, murderous bloodbath
Of fiscal atrocities

Inexorable mettle in redolent consomme
An opprobious crucible of molten human waste...

Priapismic deathpiles
Infinitely regorged
The smelting butchery
Of the carnal forge

Desensitized - to pragmatic murder
Dehumanized - into cannon fodder...

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Band pic:
I didnt know the fat guy from Lost was in a rock band :lol: ;)

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Many people felt that Carcass were just another "cool, sick" band that was into death and gore, but they felt their musical offerings had a little more substance than that. It was a reflection of a world gone horribly wrong--perhaps a little more gruesome and graphic than most.

Heartwork

Works of art, painted black
Magniloquent, bleeding dark
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Food for thought, so prolific
In contrasting shades, forcely fed
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative

A canvas to paint, to degenerate
Dark reflections - degeneration
A canvas to paint, to denigrate
Dark reflections, of dark foul light

Profound, aesthetic beauty
Or shaded, sensary corruption
Perceptions, shattered, splintered, mirroring
In deft taints, diluted, tinted
Spelt out, in impaired colour
Denigrating, going to paints to pain - not a pretty picture

Works of heart bleeding dark
Black, magniloquent art
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Prolific food for thought
Contrasting, fed with force
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative

Bleeding works of art
Seething work so dark
Seering words from the heart

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In 1994 be sure to mention Oasis and in 1996 too

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In 1993, Aerosmith came out with a new album called
Get a Grip

http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drd700/d707/d70712a7h51.jpg

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Here's one of their htis from the album


Cryin'
There was a time
When I was so broken hearted
Love wasn't much of a friend of mine
The tables have turned, yeah
'Cause me and them ways have parted
That kind of love was the killin' kind
Now listen
All I want is someone I can't resist
I know all I need to know by the way that I got kissed

I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Love is sweet misery
I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' cause I let you
Do what you do down on me

Now there's not even breathin' room
Between pleasure and pain
Yeah you cry when we're makin' love
Must be one and the same

It's down on me
Yeah, I got to tell you one thing
It's been on my mind
Girl, I gotta say
We're parteners in crime
You got that certain something
What you give me
Takes my breath away
Now the world out on the street
Is the devil's in your kiss
If our love goes up in flames
It's a fire I can't resist

I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' cause I let you
Do what you do to me

'Cause what you got inside
Ain't where your love should stay
Yeah, our love, sweet love,ain't love
If you give your heart away

I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' just to let you
Do what you do what you do down to me
Baby, baby, baby

I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was crying when I met you
Now I'm dyin' cause I let you
Do what you do down to
Down to, down to, down to
I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm dyin' to forget you
Your love is sweet
I was cryin' when I met you

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Here's one where the video featured Steven's daughter Liv


Crazy
Come ’ere baby

You know you drive me up the wall
The way you make good for all the nasty tricks you pull
Seems like we’re makin’ up more than we’re makin’ love
And it always seems you’ve got something on your mind
Other than me
Girl, you gotta change your crazy ways - you hear me

Say you’re leavin’ on the seven thirty train
And that you’re heading out to hollywood
Girl, you’ve been givin’ me that line so many times
It kinda gets that feelin’ bad looks good

That kinda lovin’ turns a man to a slave
That kinda lovin’ sends a man right to his grave
N
(chorus)
I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy
You turn it on - then you’re gone
Yeah you drive me crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
What can I do, honey
I feel like the color blue

You’re packin’ up your stuff
And and talkin’ like it’s tough
And tryin’ to tell me
That it’s time to go
But I know you ain’t wearin’ nothin’ underneath that
Overcoat and that it’s all a show

That kinda lovin’ makes me wanna pull down the shade,
Yeah
That kinda lovin’ yeah, now I’m never gonna be the same

(chorus)

I’m losing my mind
Girl, ’cause I’m goin’ crazy

I need your love, honey, yeah
I need your love

(repeat chorus)

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From the same album

Livin' on the Edge
There’s something wrong with the world today
I don’t know what it is
Something’s wrong with our eyes

We’re seeing things in a different way
And God knows it ain’t his
It sure ain’t no surprise
(ya!)

(chorus)
We’re livin’ on the edge
We’re livin’ on the edge
We’re livin’ on the edge
We’re livin’ on the edge

There’s someting wrong with the world today
The lightbulb’s gettin’ dimmed
There’s meltdown in the sky

If you can judge a wise man
By the color of his skin
Then mister, you’re a better man than i

(chorus)
We’re livin’ on the edge
You can’t help yourself from fallin’
Livin’ on the edge
You can’t help yourself from fallin’
Livin’ on the edge
You can’t help yourself from fallin’
Livin’ on the edge
You can’t help yourself from fallin’

Tell me what you think about our sit-u-a-tion
Complication - aggravation
Is getting to you

If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin’
Even if it wasn’t would you still come crawling
Back again - I bet you would my friend
Again & again & again & again & again

Tell me what you think about our situation
Complication - aggravation
Is getting to you

If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin’
Even if it wasn’t would you still come crawling
Back again - I bet you would my friend
Again & again & again & again

Something right with the world today
And everybody knows it’s wrong
But we can tell ’em no
Or we could let it go
But I would rather be a hanging on

(chorus)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(repeat chorus)

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On the little less extreme side, one Canadian trio (aside from Rush) released an incredible album of music that evoked images of the 60's along the lines of the Doors and other psychedelic bands: The Tea Party released Spledor Solis which featured songs such as "The River", "Save Me", and other tracks which used alternate tunings and Eastern guitar sounds.

The River

Sailing down, down the Styx again,
Without you my love, I want to return but then,
I see all my friends, they want me to join but then,
They all melt away, without you alone.

And the river's running through my veins.
Lately she don't seem the same.
And the blood keeps calling out my name.

I pass by the sins, left by a different man,
The tides brought them here, cast by a different hand.
And the wisps of the winds, blow with the Styx again.
Pushing me on, without you alone.

And the river's running through my veins.
Lately she don't seem the same.
And the blood keeps calling out my name.

And the river running down
And the river running down
And the river running down
And the river

My will must be strong, to rise with a different light.
My will must belong, I'm still pushing for different heights.
And the wisps of the winds blow with the Styx again.
The river runs red, and I'm left alone.

And the river's running thru my veins.
Lately she don't seem the same.
And the blood keeps calling out my name.
And the river's running.

Help me baby

:rock: :guitar: peace: peacesign:

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Save Me

I must leave you tonight my love, remain so faithfully
I must go off to war my dear, the kings await me
I will go so far away.
I will always love you, but you knew it.

I regret to tell you, your man has died tonight.
He was a brave man, he fought a brave fight.
He was killed by the other side.
He was killed by the other men's knives.

She said save me
Save me

Why must you love this man, he is your brother?
This is easy to understand, my son, there is no other.
I cannot pretend to love this man like my father.
I cannot pretend, mother, there is no other.

She said save me
Save me

When there is no truth, let's end this lie tonight.
This is easy to understand, without your best eyes.
But I see a new sun rising in the east
But I see a new sun rising in the east

She said save me
Save him

:guitar: :banana: :mango peacesign: peace:

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See my stuff and response to the band pic?

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In 1993, Aerosmith came out with a new album called
Get a Grip

http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drd700/d707/d70712a7h51.jpgWOW!!!! I was just about to get to that, you beat me to it!!! :clap:

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WOW!!!! I was just about to get to that, you beat me to it!!! :clap:
Ah LOL awesome!!!!

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Can you find any pics from the videos for any of the Aerosmith songs I posted?

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Aerosmith found themselves in a bit of a quandary with their next release. How did one top, or even equal, a huge album such as Pump? Especially when the music scene had flown south in the wake of the grunge/alternative movement? There was no question the band was getting older, but still able to kick some good hits out, but when their brand of music was no longer in vogue, what to do? They simply did it anyway. Of course, their latest album
Get a Grip was not quite the monster success of their previous album, but it still proved that the Bad Boys from Beantown still had it in them. In fact, it even rocked harder than its predecessor, such as with the song below:

Eat the Rich

Well I woke up this morning
On the wrong side of the bed
And how I got to thinkin'
About all those things you said
About ordinary people
And how they make you sick
And if callin' names kicks back on you
Then I hope this does the trick

Cause I'm a sick of your complainin'
About how many bills
And I'm sick of all your bitchin'
Bout your poodles and your pills
And I just can't see no humour
About your way of life
And I think I can do more for you
With this here fork and knife

Chorus:
Eat the Rich: there's only one thing they're good for
Eat the Rich: take one bite now - come back for more
Eat the Rich: I gotta get this off my chest
Eat the Rich: take one bite now, spit out the rest

So I called up my head shrinker
And I told him what I'd done
Said you'd best go on a diet
Yeah I hope you have some fun
And a don't go burst a bubble
On the rich folks who get rude
ÔCause you won't get in no trouble
When you eats that kinda food
Now their smokin' up the junk bonds
And then they go get stiff
And they're dancin' in the yacht club
With Muff and Uncle Biff
But there's one good thing that happens
When you toss your pearls to swine
Their attitudes may taste like s:censored:
But go real good with wine
Chorus

Wake up kid, it's half past your youth
Ain't nothin' really changes but the date
You a grand slammer, but you no Babe Ruth
You gotta learn how to relate
Or you'll be swingin' from the pearly gate
Now you got all the answers, low and behold
You got the right key baby but the wrong key ho, yo

Believe in all the good things
That money just can't buy
Then you won't get no belly ache
From eatin' humble pie
I believe in rags to riches
Your inheritence won't last
So take your Grey Poupon my friend
And shove it up your ass!
Chorus

Eat the Rich: there's only one thing they're good for
Eat the Rich: take one bite now - come back for more
Eat the Rich: don't stop me now I'm goin' crazy
Eat the Rich: that's my idea of a good time baby

:guitar: :rock: :banana: :mango :eat:

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Another live pic:

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In 1993 Primus returned with another fine offering, Pork Soda, which featured the slap-bass hit, "My Name Is Mud":

My Name Is Mud

My name is mud
Not to be confused with bill or jack or pete or dennis
My name is mud and it’s always been
’cause I’m the most boring sons-a-bitch you’ve ever seen
I dress in blue-yes navy blue
From head to toe I’m rather drab except my patent shoes
I make ’em shine, well most the time
’cept today my feet are troddin’ on by this friend of mine
Six foort two and rude as hell
I got to get him in the ground before he starts to smell
My name is mud

My name is mud, but call me alowishus devadander abercrombie
That’s long for mud so I’ve been told
Told that by this sonsabitch that lies before me bloated blue and cold
I’ve got my pride, I drink my wine
I’d drink the finest except I haven’t earned a dime in several months
Or were it years
The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears
We had our words, a common spat
So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat
My name is mud

:guitar: :banana: :mango

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Pork Soda

Now listen up you know ya come home from working that nine to five and
Lay yourself down on burgundy couch, you know, it never really was
Burgundy. it was red, and you painted with the goddamn sprinkler and
Now you have bits and pieces of burgundy stuck to your but every time
You get off of it. you never tell your family, you never tell your
Family because, you know, ol’ junior, he’s got no brains, and what can
You do? what can you do? (and old junior, you know, got a little crazy
With that p.b.j. that one day...? ? )

Chorus
Grab yourself a can of pork soda
You’ll be feeling just fine
Ain’t nothin’ quite like sittin’ ’round the house
Swillin’ down them cans of swine

Ha ha ha! yes, dad’s an idiot alright!

Well, alright, I’m really starting to worry about you. you had to have
That two-car garage with the large driveway so you could park that
Goddamn boat in it. if it wasn’t for the boat (blah blah blah)

Chorus

I like kansas wine...

Well, maybe it’s something simpler, like your team lost or your
Girlfriend used to be a guy, you know, I don’t know. I mean...(blah
Blah blah)

Les Claypool with an upright bass:

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Primus on a mag cover:

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I didnt know the fat guy from Lost was in a rock band :lol: ;)Well, now you do. :D

:lol:

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Can you find any pics from the videos for any of the Aerosmith songs I posted?I couldn't find really much of any, but I'll keep looking.

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Steve Miller and his band had kept a low profile during much of the eighties, but in June 1993, Miller released his Wide River album. The infectious title song proved that Miller still had the gift for producing enjoyable, radio-friendly rock. :)

http://www.vh1.com/shared/media/images/amg_covers/200/dre700/e766/e76675ufiaq.jpg

Unfortunately, Miller hasn't recorded an album since. Radio stations have gotten far less friendly since 1993, and many stations have written Miller off as irrelevant. :mad: He still tours, but he sees no sense in recording another album if no one is going to air any of it. But he still has a great time on the road, aware that he doesn't have to plug a new release anymore.

[Cactus Jack]

Well, now you do. :D

:lol:
:D :D LOL

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I couldn't find really much of any, but I'll keep looking.
Ah ok thanks!:D

[robyrob]

Steve Miller and his band had kept a low profile during much of the eigihties, but in June 1993, Miller released his Wide River album. The infectious title song proved that Miller still had the gift for producing enjoyable, radio-friendly rock. :)

http://www.vh1.com/shared/media/images/amg_covers/200/dre700/e766/e76675ufiaq.jpg
i love that album :thumbsup:

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It's really frustrating when "Classic Rock" radio stations refuse to play anything new by so-called "Classic Rock" artists. They're "not relevant" for more current stations, but not "nostalgic" enough for the classic rock stations. :rolleyes:

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Prong returned with their most successful album, Cleansing, which featured the mosh metal hit "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck." Aggression
was alive and well with the power-on-power trio from New York. The album also featured the not-so-subtle "Whose Fist Is This Anyway?"

And no, I have no idea what that thing is on the cover. :confused: Like I want to, either.

Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck

nothing breeds more contempt
for this world than memories now formed
every moment a new seed
is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds
for the trials of today
i'm no jury really don't care how you feel
the pleasant notion of miraculous change
drifts into multiple jeers

Jeers
Jeers

you want the good life
you break your back
you snap your fingers
you snap your neck

seconds drip thru my hands
washed of moments unborn
all the spaces between bleed
a tribute to a sacrament never exposed
a message to the forces
I've no pity don't know how thankful to feel
expectations of my daily bread
gives me the hunger to steal

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

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Whose Fist Is This Anyway?

playing on the hate team shut out cut out of the mainstream
if you like to play victim
and play the part so well that's how we'll treat
you if it suits you so well hey now its all turning
watch your world burn hey now its
all burning watch your world turn if you never
felt decent and you feel rather mean
don't wear your hurt so pathetic let your mind set you free
play for the hate team shut out cut
out of the mainstream hey now its all burning watch your world
turn hey now it's all turning watch your world burn

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

Recent photo of Prong:

http://www.bitemezine.net/Archives/1_03.jpg

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Danzig released Thrall: Demonsweat Live in 1993 which included a live updated version of his song "Mother".

Mother

mother
tell your children not to walk my way
tell your children not to hear my words
what they mean
what they say
mother

mother
can you keep them in the dark for life
can you hide them from the waiting wolrd
oh mother

father
gonna take you daughter out tonight
gonna show her my wolrd
oh father

not about to see your light
but if you wanna find hell with me
i can show you what it's like
till your bleeding

not about to see your light
and if you wanna find hell with me
i can show you what it's

mother
tell your children to hold my hand
tell your children not to undesrstand
oh mother

father
do you wanna bang heads with me
do you wanna feel evrything
oh father

not about to see your light
and if you wanna find hell with me
i can show you what it's like
till your bleeding

not about to see your light
and if you wanna find hell with me
i can show you what it's
yea

not about to see your light
but if you wanna find hell with me
i can show you what it's like
till your bleeding

not about to see your light
and if you wanna find hell with me
i can show you what it's like
wo-oh
mother
yea

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

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Danzig released How the Gods Kill in 1992. It's been noted that on the reality show COPS that many young perpetrators can be seen wearing Danzig t-shirts. I even saw a lady and her kid BOTH wearing Danzig apparel!! :eek: :lol:

The cover was done by H.R. Giger, who did illustrations for the movie Alien:

Dirty Black Summer

no summer in the winter time
will keep you warm like a funeral pyre
and nothing like an august night
drenched
in your loving

i got a dirty
black summer
and nothing in the coolest light
can stop the walking out across
the line
no holding back the summer night
i got a feeling

it's just a dirty
black summer

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

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On the more r & b side of pop music, Prince was also going through some changes: his new band, The New Power Generation, had released an album which pretty much had no title except for a cryptic symbol
that no one knew exactly how to pronounce. Prince would surprisingly adopt the symbol as his own name. What to call him? The Gleeful Glyph? Prince Squiggle? Most people just gave up and called him The Artist Formerly Known As Prince. His idiosyncracies would drive others crazy, and not help his sales much. For one, where do you file a person's records when he wants to be known only by an esoteric symbol? He called it the Love Symbol, and his 1992 album would likewise be known as such. :confused:

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1991's Diamonds and Pearls by Prince turned out to be his biggest seller in the 90's. Prince also adopted a more cleancut look as well.

Diamonds and Pearls

This will be the day
That u will hear me say
That I will never run away
I am here for u
Love is meant for two
Now tell me what u're gonna do
If I gave u diamonds and pearls
Would u be a happy boy or a girl
If I could I would give u the world
But all I can do is just offer u my love
Which one of us is right
If we always fight
Why can't we just let love decide (Let love decide)
Am I the weaker man
Because I understand
That love must be the master plan (Love is the master plan)
If I gave u diamonds and pearls
Would u be a happy boy or a girl
If I could I would give u the world
But all I can do is just offer u my love
D to the I to the A to the M
O to the N to the D to the pearls of love
D to the I to the A to the M (To the M)
O to the N to the D to the pearls of love
There will come a time (There will come a time)
When love will blow your mind (Blow your mind)
And everything U'll look 4 U'll find (Take a look inside)
That will be the time (That will be the time)
That everything will shine (Forever)
So bright it makes u colorblind (U will be color blind)
If I gave u diamonds and pearls
Would u be a happy boy or a girl
If I could I would give u the world
All I can do is just offer u my love
If I gave u diamonds and pearls (Pearls)
Would u be a happy boy or a girl (Yeah yeah)
If I could I would give u the world (Give u the world)
All I can do is just offer u my love (All I can do)
If I gave u diamonds and pearls (Diamonds)
Would u be, would u, would u
(Would ya, would ya, would ya be happy little baby)
A happy boy or a girl
If I could I would give u the world

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Prince from 1991:

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The biggest star of the 80's, Michael Jackson, began to encounter one of the biggest scandals of the 90's: an unnamed young accuser claimed that the pop entertainer had touched him sexually at his home at the Neverland Ranch.
Jackson denied the charges and would later settle the matter out of court a year later to the tune of $20 million dollars (an implicit admission of guilt?). On MTV, Michael Jackson explained in great detail the humiliation he suffered at the hands of police, where they took graphic photos of his body and grilled him with embarrassing questions. The scandal would hang over him for years after while he insisted on his innocence and on his being a friend to children who would never hurt them.

His star was beginning to sink.

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By now it was apparent there was another change in Michael Jackson: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HIS LOOKS??? His face was beyond Caucasian, plastic surgery had totally destroyed his once-attractive young looks. Many people of color claimed that he was ashamed of his blackness.

Of course, if the allegations that had come out were true, he would have a lot more to be ashamed about.

Michael Jackson on Oprah, 1993:

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There is no question that President Clinton had made many enemies and critics. One particular cultural critic was female rapper Sister Souljah, who had claimed earlier: "If black people kill black people every day, why not have a week and kill white people?" :eek: ohno: Clinton had picked up the comments and claimed that if the words "black" and "white" were reversed in the sentence, one would think that they were coming from David Duke, the racist demagogue politician (who allegedly renounced his racist ties). Souljah then criticized Clinton for being out of touch with the real meaning of her comments, tying them into the Rodney King riots in L.A., and accused Clinton of playing on people's racial fears. A new term entered the political vocabulary, a Sister Souljah moment: a politician's public repudiation of an allegedly extremist person, statement, or position perceived to have some association with the politician. Whether sincere or not, such an act of repudiation can appeal to centrist voters, at the cost of alienating some of the politician's allies.

However, in spite of how "sincere" Sister Souljah was about her clarification, some persons of color actually agreed that "we should have a day and go out and kill white people." Guess that clears that up. :rolleyes:

Sister Souljah and her career would have its fifteen minutes of shame, and she would soon become another footnote in the great racial divide of culture and politics.

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One movie that helped promote the connection between rap and metal was 'Judgement Night', a movie staring Emilio Estevez, Cuba Gooding Jr., and comic Denis Leary about a group of boxing fans en route to a match when they take the wrong exit off the freeway and witness a gangland murder. The soundtrack featured tracks by artists such as Helmet, Cypress Hill, Living Colour, Biohazard, De La Soul, Ice-T, and others. Both rock and rap artists would begin collaborating musically.

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One memorable rap group was Cypress Hill, who are known for not only their huge hit, "Insane in the Brain", but for their love of cannibis. :crazy:

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On New York band that combined hardcore and metal with rap was Biohazard, who grew sick and tired of various factions of hardcore and metal duking it out and causing violence at their shows. They started a campaign to bring fans together to enjoy a show and told their fans to instead take their violence and rage out on the child molesters and drug dealers outside. Their attempts to bring together both sides paid off, and even opened doors for them to hook up with the rap group Onyx for a 'Judgment Night' collaboration with the song, "Let the Boys Be Boys." On the video, their lead singer asks the crowd, "Are you ready to slam??"

A recent pic:

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House of Pain proved that white Irish guys could rap as well on their album Fine Malt Lyrics.

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Former Husker Du frontman Bob Mould released one of his most accessible albums from his new band Sugar. The album Copper Blue featured catchy and loud alternative hits that drew a wide audience. The album contained excellent tracks as "Helpless" and "If I Can't Change Your Mind."

Helpless

Another time time after time
You make me feel so helpless I
I never tried to change your mind
I keep it to myself it's

Sometimes I've got to tell you
Is it this time I'll tell you
We've got to go to places
Somewhere I don't mind it's special

And now you find as time goes by
You're left with nothing
Meaning much
The meaning I will have to try
To take your mind to places

I wish that I could help you
But you seem less than helpless
I always tried to tell you
Someday that it'd seem so special

Time after time what's on your mind
You make me feel so helpless I
You never tried what's on your mind
You make me feel so helpless I
I feel so helpless I

You're left alone with something
And I hope for you it's one thing
That something you and yours can
Hold and hold as something special

And now you find as time goes by
You're left with nothing meaning much
The meaning I will have to try
What's on your mind so helpless I
I feel so helpless I

:guitar: :banana: :mango

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If I Can't Change Your Mind

Tears fill up my eyes
I'm washed away with sorrow
And somewhere in my mind
I know there's no tomorrow
I see you're leaving soon
I guess you've had your fill
But if I can't change your mind
Then no one will

And all throughout the years
I've never strayed from you my dear
But you suspect I'm somewhere else
You're feeling sorry for yourself
Leaving with a broken heart
I love you even still
But if I can't change your mind
Then no one will

Even though my heart keeps breaking
Don't you know that I'll be waiting
Here for you
Then when you return
When will you return
I hope you see I'm dedicated
Look how long that I have waited
If you come back then you will find
A different person
If you change your mind

How can I explain away
Something that I haven't done
And if you can't trust me now
You'll never trust in anyone
With all the crazy doubts you've got
I love you even still
But if I can't change your mind
Then no one will

Someday you'll see I've been true
I'll stay that way until
But if I can't change your mind
Then no one will

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XTC, who had remained a studio band for over ten years now, released Nonesuch, which featured an interesting jangle-pop song called "The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead", a little fable which was in fact about President John F. Kennedy, but could have easily been about the nation's current president. In the video a caption reading "The First Lady" appeared beneath a picture of a Marilyn Monroe lookalike.

The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead

Peter pumpkinhead came to town
Spreading wisdom and cash around
Fed the starving and housed the poor
Showed the vatican what gold’s for
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for peter pumpkin
Who’ll pray for peter pumpkinhead?
Oh my!

Peter pumpkinhead pulled them all
Emptied churches and shopping malls
Where he spoke, it would raise the roof
Peter pumpkinhead told the truth
But he made too many enemies...
Peter pumpkinhead put to shame
Governments who would slur his name
Plots and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said
Any kind of love is alright
But he made too many enemies...

Peter pumpkinhead was too good
Had him nailed to a chunk of wood
He died grinning on live tv
Hanging there he looked a lot like you
And an awful lot like me!
But he made too many enemies...

Hooray for peter pumpkin
Who’ll pray for peter pumpkin
Hooray for peter pumpkinhead
Oh my oh my oh!
Doesn’t it make you want to cry oh

:guitar: :banana: :mango pumpkin:

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Another r & b offering was Funky Divas by the sexy and sophisticated female quartet En Vogue, who sang "My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)" and "Free Your Mind."

My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)

I remember how it used to be you never were this nice
You can't fool me
Now you talkin'
Like you made a change
The more you talk
The more things sound the same

What makes you think
You can just walk back
Into her life
Without a good fight

I just sit back
And watch you make a fool of yourself
You're just wasting your time

Repeat chorus eight times:no, you're never gonna get it, never ever gonna get it, my
lovin'

Now you promise me
The moon and the stars
Save your breath
You won't get very far

Gave you many chances
To make changes
The only thing you changed
Was love to hate

It doesn't matter what you do
Or what you say
She doesn't love you, no way

Maybe next time
You'll give your woman a little respect
Then you won't be hearing her say that-

Repeat chorus two times

Doesn't matter what you do
Or what you say
She doesn't love you, no way

Maybe next time
You'll give your woman a little respect
Then you won't be hearing her say that-
Chorus

:banana: :mango

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This song has a beat as strong as its message:

Free Your Mind

I wear tight clothing and high heel shoes it doesn't make me a prostitute
I like rap music wear hip-hop clothes
That doesn't mean that i'm sellin dope
Oh my please forgive me for having
Straight hair
It doesn't mean there's another blood in
My heirs
I might date another race or color
Doesn't mean i don't like my strong
Black brothers

Chorus:free your mind and the rest will follow, be colorblind, don't be so
shallow(before you read me you gotta learn how to see me)

So i'm a sista
Buy things with cash
That really doesn't mean that all my
Credit is bad,
So why dispute me and waste my time,
Because you think that the price is too
High for me
I can't look without being watched
You rang my buy before i made up my,
Mind
Oh now attitude why even bother
I can't change your mind you can't
Change my color

Repeat chorus two times

:banana: :mango

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On the opposite end of the musical spectrum was Garth Brooks, a country singer who did more than anyone to mainstream the sound of country music into what would be known as young country. Country purists howled how their music had become "rock-ified" and more pop,
and complained how these days even good ol' Hank Williams wouldn't even be accepted on the new-sound-of-country radio. Which was probably true, like every style of music, it goes through changes. Americans weren't living in the early 50's any longer. It was time for country to reflect the times.

Garth Brooks was one performer who was excited over bands like KISS with their dazzling stage shows and wanted country music to be just as exciting. For his efforts to become the most dynamic performer in all of country, he gained the biggest audience that country music had ever seen. His 1993 album was In Pieces, which contained such "controversial" songs such as "The Night I Called the Old Man Out" which sang about a bloody fight between a father and his wayward sons.

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One of the corniest cowboys to ever wear a mullet was another "Young Country" style stud by the name of Billy Ray Cyrus,who scored a big hit with the silliest pop-country song in the world, "Achy Breaky Heart."

Chances are that 58,0376 redneck bars would beat the crap out of anyone who dared to sing karaoke to this song. :mad:

Achy Breaky Heart

You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone

You can tell my arms to go back onto the phone
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lilps to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lips
He never really liked me anyway

Oh tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
Myself already knows that I'm okay
Oh you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

puke: puke: puke: puke:

So this was "young country", for better or for worse. ohno:

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After spending over a decade in obscurity trying to revive his glory days of 1978, larger-than-life rocker Meat Loaf finally did something that would recapture the passion of his breakthrough success, Bat Out of Hell: He released Bat Out of Hell 2. The album was a chart-topper with the majestic "I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)". Ironic that he had to cash in on his past glories with an album title similar to his hit, but it worked.

I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)

And I would do anything for love,
I'd run right into hell and back,
I would do anything for love,
I'll never lie to you and thats a fact.

But I'll never forget the way you feel right now
- Oh no -
- No way -
And I would do anything for love,
But I won't do that,
No I won't do-

Anything for love,
Oh I would do anything for love,
I would do anything for love,
But I won't do that,
No I won't do that

And some days it don't come easy,
And some days it don't come hard
Some days it don't come at all,
And these are the days that never end.

And some nights you're breathing fire,
And some nights you're carved in ice,
Some nights you're like nothing I've ever
Seen before, or will again.

And maybe I'm crazy,
Oh it's crazy and it's true,
I know you can save me,
No one else can save me now but you.

As long as the planets are turning,
As long as the stars are burning,
As long as your dreams are coming true-
You better believe it!

That I would do anything for love!
And I'll be there till the final act
And I would do anything for love!
And I'll take the vow and seal a pact

But I'll never forgive myself if we don't go all the way,
Tonight.

And I would do anything for love!
Oh I would do anything for love!
Oh I would do anything for love!
But I won't do that!
No I won't do that!

I would do anything for love,
Anything you've been dreaming of,
But I just won't do that...

I would do anything for love,
Anything you've been dreaming of,
But I just won't do that...

I would do anything for love,
Anything you've been dreaming of,
But I just won't do that...

And some days I pray for Silence,
And some days I pray for Soul,
Some days I just pray to the God
Of Sex and Drums and Rock 'N' Roll.

And some nights I loose the feeling
And some nights I loose control
Some nights I just loose it all
When I watch you dance and the thunder rolls

And Maybe I'm lonely,
That's all I'm qualified to be,
There's just one and only,
One and only promise I can keep.

As long as the wheels are turning,
As long as the fires are burning,
As long as your prayers are coming true
You better believe it!

That I would do anything for love!
And you know it's true and thats a fact,
I would do anything for love!
And there'll never be no turning back

But I'll never do it better than I do it with you,
So long
So long

And I would do anything for love,
Oh, I would do anything for love,
I would do anything for love,
But I won't do that, No,
No. No, I won't do that!

I would do anything for love,
Anything you've been dreaming of,
But I just won't do that...

I would do anything for love,
Anything you've been dreaming of,
But I just won't do that...

I would do anything for love,
Anything you've been dreaming of,
But I just won't do that...

I would do anything for love,
Anything you've been dreaming of,
But I just won't do that...

I would do anything for love,
Anything you've been dreaming of,
But I just won't do that...

I would do anything for love,
Anything you've been dreaming of,
But I just won't do that...

I would do anything for love,
Anything you've been dreaming of,
But I just won't do...

But I'll never stop dreaming of you everynight of my life,
No way

And I would do anything for love,
Oh I would do anything for love,
Oh I would do anything for love,
But I won't do that,
No I won't do that.

Girl: Will you raise me up?
Will you help me down?
Will you help get me right out of this Godforsaken town?
Will you make it all a little less cold?

Meat Loaf: I can do that!
I can do that!

Girl: Will you hold me sacred,
Will you hold me tight.
Will you colorize my life,
I'm so sick of black and white!
Can you make it all a little less old.

Meat Loaf: I can do that!
Oh, Oh, I can do that!

Girl: Will you make me some magic with your own two hands?
Can you build an Emerald city with these grains of sand?
Can you give me something I can take home?

Meatloaf: I can do that
I can do that

Girl: Will you cater to every fantasy I've got?
Will ya hose me down with holy water - If I get too hot?
Will you take me to places I'll never know?

Meat Loaf: I can do that!
I can do that!

Girl: After a while you'll forget everything,
Just a brief interlude, and a mid-summer night's fling,
Then you'll see that it's time to move on.

Meat Loaf: I won't do that.
I won't do that.

Girl: I know the territory - I've been around,
It'll all turn to dust and we'll all fall down,
Sooner or later you'll be screwing around.

Meat Loaf: I won't do that!
No I won't do that!

Anything for love,
Oh I would do anything for love!
I would do anything for love!
But I won't do that!
No I won't do that...

[ABlairican Pie]

Meat Loaf in 1978 and in 1993:

[ABlairican Pie]

So now that we have taken a while to look at the highlights of 1993, we are about to embark on the fateful year that followed, 1994. There are perhaps many other events and artists worth discussing, which we can touch on later.

First, we are reminded of a few words by the late great Frank Zappa:

The most important member of a heavy metal band is their hairdresser, the great unsung hero of rock and roll.

Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.

Words to live by. :idea:

When you really think about it, music is better performed than merely written about. But we shall write on more (and shut up and play my guitar in a bit :guitar: ).

[ABlairican Pie]

And now we come to the next year on our rock and roll history timeline:

1994.


Of course, it was one of the blackest years for rock and roll.

[ABlairican Pie]

Many of us will remember the day when the news broke that Friday morning, April 8, 1994.

Kurt Cobain's body was found at his home on Lake Washington in Seattle, the victim of apparent shotgun suicide. All of the grunge and alternative fans had lost their icon. :crying:

Actually, April 8 was the date his body was found. Coroners determined he had been dead for a few days after being reported missing from a rehab facility. An electrician had found his body in a second building on the Cobain-Love property. He had injected a substantial amount of heroin before pulling the trigger.

Warning signs had followed him to this moment: He had overdosed at a concert in Rome a few weeks before. Insiders say it was no accident. His life was tumultuous being the center of the grunge universe with no way of controlling what was going on his life. Life at home was no exception with his wife Courtney Love, with reports of guns and domestic violence. That March, Courtney called the Seattle Police Department, claiming that he had was acting suicidal with a gun. Upon arrival, police confiscated weapons from the home.

Why did Kurt Cobain kill himself? He was the underdog who achieved success--was that in fact the problem? In his suicide note he said to have let others and himself down, he felt he was a "sellout", because of the music he had popularized--or was that just the heroin talking? Whatever the reason, it was clear that he felt out of place being the spokesperson of a generation of displaced youth. But was suicide the answer?

[ABlairican Pie]

That weekend, fans held a memorial vigil for Kurt Cobain at the Seattle Center. There, Courtney Love read an emotional statement punctuated with her own angry, frustrated comments:

I don't know what to say. I feel the same way you
guys do. If you guys don't think... to sit in this
room where he played guitar and sang, and feel so
honored to be near him, you're crazy... Anyway, he
left a note, it's more like a letter to the ****ing
editor. I don't know what happened. I mean it was
gonna happen, but it could've happened when he was 40.
He always said he was gonna outlive everybody and be
a hundred and twenty. I'm not gonna read you all the
note 'cause it's none of the rest of your ****ing
business. But some of it is to you. I don't really
think it takes away his dignity to read this considering
that it's addressed to most of you. He's such an
*******. I want you all to say '*******' really loud.

(At this point the entire crowd did)

"This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over
the years since my first introduction to the shall
we say, ethics involved with independence and embracement
of your community, it's proven to be very true.
"I haven't felt the excitment of listening to as well
as creating music, along with really writing something,
for too many years now.

"I feel guilty beyond words about these things --
for example, when we're backstage and the light go
out and the roar of the crowd begins, it doesn't
affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury,
who seemed to love and relish the love and adoration
of the crowd."

Well, Kurt, so ****ing what -- then don't be a rock
star you *******.

"Which is something I totally admire and envy. The
fact that I can't fool you, any one of you, it simply
isn't fair to you or to me. The worst crime I could
think of would be to pull people off by faking it,
pretending as if I'm having 100% fun"

Well Kurt, the worst crime I can think of is for you
to just continue being a rock star when you ****ing
hate it, just ****ing stop.

"Sometimes I feel as I should have a punch-in
time-clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried
everything within my power to appreciate it, and I do,
God believe me I do, but it's not enough. I appreciate
the fact that I and we have effected and entertained
a lot of people. I must be one of those narcissists
who only appreciate things when they're alone. I'm too
sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain
the enthusiasm I once had as a child. On our last 3 tours
I've had a much better appreciation of all the people
I know personally, and as fans of our music, but I still
can't get out the frustration to gather the empathy I
have for everybody. There's good in all of us and I simply
love people too much."

So why didn't you just ****ing stay?

"So much that it makes me feel just too ****ing sad.
Sad little sensative unappreciative Pieces --"

Jesus man oh shut up.. bastard
Why didn't you just enjoy it? I don't know. Then he goes on
to say personal things to me that are none of your damn
business; personal things to Frances that are none of
your damn business.

"I had a good marriage, and for that I'm grateful. But
since the age of seven, I've become hateful toward all
humans in general only because it seems so easy for
people to get along that have empathy."

Empathy?

"Only because I love and feel for people too much I guess
Thank you all from the pit of my burning nauseous stomach
for your letters and concern during the last years. I'm
pretty much of an erratic moody person and I don't have the
passion anymore. Peace, Love, Empathy, Kurt Cobain."

And there is some more personal things that is none of your
damn business. And just remember: this is all bull****...
And I'm laying in our bed, and I'm really sorry. And I feel
the same way you do. I'm really sorry you guys. I don't know
what I could have done. I wish I'd been here. I wish I hadn't
listened to other people, but I did.

Every night I've been sleeping with his mother, and I wake
up in the morning and think it's him because his body's sort
of the same.

I have to go know.

-- Courtney Love

"Pieces"=Pisces. The statement was full of misspellings but clear to understand.

[Cactus Jack]

One of the corniest cowboys to ever wear a mullet was another "Young Country" style stud by the name of Billy Ray Cyrus,who scored a big hit with the silliest pop-country song in the world, "Achy Breaky Heart."

Chances are that 58,0376 redneck bars would beat the crap out of anyone who dared to sing karaoke to this song. :mad:

Achy Breaky Heart

You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone

You can tell my arms to go back onto the phone
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lilps to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lips
He never really liked me anyway

Oh tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
Myself already knows that I'm okay
Oh you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo

puke: puke: puke: puke:

So this was "young country", for better or for worse. ohno:

I HATE THAT SONG

[ABlairican Pie]

We all went to the area around the fountain that gloomy Sunday afternoon, it was dark and threatening to rain. A Unity Church minister read a very touching poem and Crist and Dave gave their thoughts about their fallen comrade. They said he planned to outlive everyone, as well as saying he was defiant when bullied by high school jocks. They would knock him down, but he would get right back up and flip them the finger. When they knocked him back down, he would still get up and flip them off. After I had left, kids gathered in the Seattle Center fountain while Nirvana music played. Cops eventually came in and tried to bust the fountain-squatters. The cops were unable to relate to the hundreds of distraught Nirvana fans. Were there even reports of a few suicides there??

Courtney Love even showed up later and visited with kids, urging them to keep playing guitar and pound away on it like they meant it. :guitar:

What was the real reason why Kurt Cobain killed himself? Perhaps it was just the heroin in his system that clouded his judgement. But apparently things were not all right for the young man from Aberdeen. He began Nirvana with only the idea that he would play for himself and a few close friends, and if others dug it, that was great, too. He had no lofty aspirations, he felt that when he signed the record contract with Geffen, Nevermind would sell modestly like a Motorhead album--10,000 copies would have been fine. He never really intended to make his music all that commercial to begin with. But soon the buzz grew about the little band from Aberdeen, and while they seemed at home on independent labels, stardom never crossed their minds when they joined the majors. At the end of the 80's, the L.A. metal scene was glutted and played out, to many. Record talent scouts were looking for the next big thing. There was something raw and real with the isolated music community of Seattle, and Nirvana fit the bill. Their shows were spontaneous and raucous. Nevermind soon sold in excess of 10,000 copies and set off a musical revolution. The polished pop-metal of L.A. was cast aside as the new ANTI-pop pop rock of Seattle Grunge brought back honesty and passion to rock and roll. Kurt Cobain became the leader of ANTI-fashion fashion, with his simple flannel t-shirt, torn jeans and moptop hair, as well as a pawn shop Fender Jaguar or Mustang guitar. Punk had originally set out to kill pop music in the 70's, and in the end, recreated it for the 80's (paving the way for MTV). Likewise, Nirvana spelled the end of bloated sexist pop-"metal" with the trendy looks and hair and millions of bucks--and in the end created a new form of trendiness themselves.

Kurt Cobain was very uncomfortable with this. He hated that his music was being taken over by people looking for new pop stars. It disgusted him no end that the high school jocks who beat him up and called him "f:censored:g"
were now enjoying his music that had taken the nation by storm. Seattle bands hated the thought that tons of people liking their tunes meant "sellout".
And Kurt Cobain's suicide was the most dramatic response to what he felt was musical and professional compromise. The record industry was busy looking for the next Nevermind. If Nirvana couldn't give it, many other bands were sure to come up with it. Kurt Cobain simply wanted creative freedom. Many artists of the 90's found that record companies were still playing by the same hit-making rules of the 80's.

[ABlairican Pie]

There was of course a huge media flurry that came when the news broke of his death. The Seattle Post-Intelligencer made one of their worst editorial decisions by featuring a headline photo of Cobain's body lying at his home with his head concealed (he had aimed the gun for his face). His own mother complained that "now he had joined that stupid club" of deceased rock musicians. The whole event was ugly, depressing, and clearly took the wind out of the sails of the alternative revolution.

Just the year before, in one music magazine, Perry Ferrell said that "Alternative was the new mainstream." No truer statement than that. To be considered rock and roll, you had to align yourself with the trendy crop of pop-punk, post-punk, grunge, punk-funk, rap-rock, techno, whatever kind of band. Metal was out, and alternative faced very little competition--except for rap and hip-hop, which threatened rock's supremacy now that it was no longer in to even consider being a "rock star." It (seemingly) had more "street cred" than rich rock stars (even though gangsta-rap enterpreneurs were richer than many rock bands).

Yes, it was a black day for rock and roll in 1994. Rock and roll would go on, but to many like Kurt Cobain, it appeared to be a more noble thing to die than to lack credibility as a musician. Unfortunately, many kids, from the city of Kent (down by where I live) all the way to Turkey, and various points in between, killed themselves at the news of Kurt's passing. :(

There was a matter of Kurt's use of heroin: he claimed that it helped easy his aching stomach, which plagued him all his life. But there were no winners with heroin. There were no winners with his suicide: his young daughter, his wife, his family, friends, millions of fans all over. People wondered why a rock musician of his magnitude cast aside a fortune that many would give their left arm to have, if just for a day? But the young man from Aberdeen found himself awash in a tsunami of his own making. He just happened to be very good at what he did, and did not respect his musical gift for very long. The grunge revolution was over.

I Hate Myself and I Want to Die

Runny nose and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still havent had my fulfill

In the someday what's that sound?
In the someday what's that sound?
In the someday what's that sound?
In the someday what's that sound?

Broken heart and broken bones
Think of how a castrated horsefeels
One more quirky cliche'd phrase
You're the one I wanna refill

In the someday what's that sound?
In the someday what's that sound?
In the someday what's that sound?
In the someday what's that sound?

most people don't realize
that two large pieces of coral,
painted brown, and attached tohis skull
with common wood screws can makea child look like a deer

In the someday what's that sound?
In the someday what's that sound?
In the someday what's that sound?
In the someday what's that sound?

Runny nose and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still havent had my fulfill

In the someday what's that sound?
In the someday what's that sound?
In the someday what's that sound?
In the someday what's that sound

Police escort Kurt Cobain's body:

[ABlairican Pie]

If there was one thing Kurt was to be remembered for, he was the "loser" Everyman who stood against the crowd and succeeded--for at least a short while. He befriended all: gays (his mother made him stop being friends with a gay young man at school), nerds, people ostracized for whatever social class they belonged--or didn't belong to. The only people whom he did not befriend
were to soshes, the jocks, and princesses who picked on him--and soon he would find the same people ruling the charts.

He kicked them down. Never to return (hopefully).

Jesus Don't Want Me For a Sunbeam

(originally done by the Vaselines)

Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me

Don't expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me

Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for me

Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me

Don't expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me

(x2)
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for me

Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me
Don't expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me

Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for me

[ABlairican Pie]

And no sooner than Kurt's ashes were lying on top of Courtney's fireplace mantle than came an amazing slew of bogus journalists all looking for their piece of the media pie, with the story:

"Kurt Cobain was murdered!!!!" :eek:

The clues?

The amount of heroin that he had taken prior to killing himself was at such a high level that it would have made him steadying the gun and aiming properly practically impossible.

There were discrepancies in the suicide note, in how it was written and what it had said.

One such investigative "journalist", Richard Lee, who happens to be one of the biggest jerks who worked where I work now, :mad: put out a public access program "Kurt Cobain Was Murdered", where he puts out this bizarre "in-your-face" effect where his mug fills the screen and tries his damnedest to look scary. I never talked to him, but was wondering why he was looking close up into a blank computer screen, staring all the time into it without a word. This guy was nuts, I thought. He was known to get into stupid arguments with the supervisors over nothing. Even the members of Nirvana issued a restraining order on this nutcase for pestering them.

Some of the outrageous claims are:

Courtney Love wanted to kill him over money, or that he wanted to leave the music industry, thus preventing her own rise to fame as the wife of Mr. Grunge King (something along those lines).

During one of his tirades, Courtney was to have hired Il Duce from shock-metal band The Mentors to have personally killed him.

So many other bizarre theories. While many of them seem to have legitimate speculation, the members of Nirvana and others close to Kurt insist that Kurt killed Kurt over his personal demons. It was sad, tragic, and deeply confusing.
All these conspiracy-theory seekers were mostly seeking attention over the death of a famous figure. And so the myth lived on. And on. And on.

The greenhouse on Lake Washington where Kurt's body was found:

[x3 Taylor x3]

COURTNEY KILLED KURT.

[Steve M.]

Kurt Cobain killed himself when he realized that he wasn't going to consign Madonna and Michael Jackson to the dustbin of history and nothing short of, say, a bad anti-American album or a child molestation scandal - surely those things wouldn't happen! - would do so, and he lost his will to fight. Requiescat in pace. :(

[ABlairican Pie]

COURTNEY KILLED KURT.If you're from Seattle and are familiar with KISW radio personality Ricker, you know that this is the name of his band he plays drums for! :lol: :rock: :drummer:

[ABlairican Pie]

Going back to 1993 for a moment, Joe Satriani released one of his most popular albums, The Extremist. This album was so titled when a friend described his playing as such. On the cover of a 1993 Guitar World issue with the title "Shred Is Dead...." over a picture of a cadaver-like Satch, the cover opened up to an inner picture of Joe gleefully playing his Ibanez away with the sentence finishing with one word: "...NOT!!!!" It was trendy to dismiss great versatile guitar playing in the Cretaceous Age of grunge and alternative, but on the latest album, Joe showed how it was done. He had the uncanny ability to make you feel what he was playing: "Summer Song" had the energetic euphoria of a hot day in July--and was used in commercials, "War" displayed the strident, urgent feeling of fear and helplessness with rage and might swirling around you, "Cryin'", one of his most memorable songs, was a bona fide tear-puller that reached inside the heart and tore out honest emotions. It was the amazing combination of notes that touched you right where it counted, a musical statement of pure release. :crying: "Friends" was a cheerful, bubbly feel good tune, and the title track more than lived up to its name. Joe was the Extremist.

[ABlairican Pie]

Meanwhile, as Alternative-La-La-Land was in disarray, Kurt Cobain's widow Courtney Love and Hole had just released Live Through This, an album whose popularity was eclipsed by her husband's tragic end. (And isn't there a sense of poetic justice that Nirvana means "blissful nothingness" according to Buddhist teachings--and this is exactly what Kurt sought and found?)

This actually was one of Hole's better offerings, it showed that Courtney and Co. had talent, but she was not about to supplant her late spouse's popularity. The album featured tracks such as "Asking For It", with a cameo by Kurt, and "Doll Parts", a "confessional" sort of song. As honest as Courtney tried to be, there was no getting over her tirades--especially now that her ongoing bereavement would mark both a period of emotional decline, and at the same time, a supernova on the rise.

Asking For It

Everytime that I sell myself to you
I feel a little bit cheaper than I need to
I wiil tear the petals off of you
Rose-red, I will make you tell the truth

Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
Yeah, she was asking for it
Did she ask you twice?

Everytime that I stare into the sun
Angel dust and my dress just comes undone
Everytime that I stare into the sun
Be a model or just look like one
Well I’ll rock it to the end
Do you think you can make me do it again?

Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
Yeah, she was asking for it
Did she ask you twice?

If you live through this with me, I swear that I will die for you
And if you live through this with me, I swear that I will die for you
Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
Yeah, she was asking for it
Did she ask you twice?

:guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

It was ironic of the title of the album, which unintentionally related back to Kurt's death, as well as Courtney making a sort of mockery of the "celebrity status" image by acting like a Miss America beauty pageant contestant. Who would ever consider that underneath all the swagger, spit and venom, Courtney craved the limelight?

Lisa Whelchel even commented once at a speaking engagement that Courtney Love, on a Rosie O' Donnell episode tried out for the New Mickey Mouse Club in the 70's--"but lost out to some girl from Texas" (meaning the future Blair Warner, of course.) ;) :lol: As we have noted in the 80's thread, Courtney Love even appeared in the 1986 movie Sid and Nancy (and if I didn't mention it, well I am now). Would the future be so bright for the girl with the most cake??

Doll Parts

I am doll eyes
Doll mouth, doll legs
I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do too
I want to be the girl with the most cake
I love him so much it just turns to hate
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday, you will ache like I ache

I am doll parts
Bad skin, doll heart
It stands for knife
For the rest of my life
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do, too
I want to be the girl with the most cake
He only loves those things because he loves to see them break
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday you will ache like I ache

:crybaby:

[ABlairican Pie]

Miss World

I am the girl you know, can’t look you in the eye
I am the girl you know, so sick I cannot try
And I am the one you want, can’t look you in the eye
I am the girl, you know I lie, I lie and lie
I’m miss world, somebody kill me
Kill me pills
No one cares, my friends
My friend
I’m miss world, watch me break and watch me burn
No one is listening, my friend
Now I’ve made my bed, I’ll lie in it
I’ve made my bed, I’ll die in it
I’ve made my bed, I’ll lie in it
I’ve made my bed, I’ll die in it

Cute girls watch when I eat ether
Suck me under
Maybe forever, my friend
Now I’ve made my bed, I’ll lie in it
I’ve made my bed, I’ll die in it
I’ve made my bed, I’ll cry in it
I’ve made my bed, I’ll lie in it
I am the girl you know, can’t look you in the eye

[ABlairican Pie]

Courtney makes references to her hometown of Olympia, WA:

Rock Star

When I went to school
When I went to school
When I went to school in olympia
Everyone’s the same
What do you do with a revolution?
When I went to school in olympia
And everyone’s the same
We look the same
We talk the same
Well don’t you please make me real- **** you
Make me sick- **** you
Make me real- **** you

When I went to school in olympia
Everyone’s the same
And so are you, in olympia
Everyone’s the same
We look the same
We talk the same
We even f:censored: the same
When I went to school in olympia
Don’t you please make me real, come on
Make me sick- come on
Make me real- yeah yeah

Do it for the kids
Do it for the kids
Do it
Do it for the kids

[ABlairican Pie]

On a related topic of controversial femmes fatales who put the "diva" in "deviate", Madonna came out with another sorry attempt at notoriety with the publication of her kinky coffee table book called simply Sex. The book cost a fortune due to its "ingenious" covers made entirely of sheet metal to suggest Orwellian prudism, hinting at the salacious contents inside. Perhaps she was just selling it that way to make a buck off the rest of celebrity-freaks. OOH!! AHH!! MADONNA GETS NEKKID!!!! WITH BONDAGE DYKES!!!! FETISHES!!! LEATHER!!!! LINGERIE!!!! NAUGHTINESS ON A BIBLICAL SCALE!!!! In other words, all in a day's work for everyone's favorite pop culture tart. ohno: What hadn't we seen before in Playboy and Penthouse? Some critics pointed out that the poses and commentary were just bored and boring. Madonna had milked it all now. There were no surprises.

[ABlairican Pie]

In spite of one of the most dismal moments of rock and roll history, 1994 turned out to be a pretty good year for music, as well as for Seattle. One of the highlights was Soundgarden's most commercial album, Superunknown. Oddly enough, the band had shaken off its sludgy trademark sound and embraced a new melodic sensibility, of course not abandoning its usual drone all together. The band felt that it did not want to be typecast as a "metal" band, or more importantly, lead vocalist Chris Cornell did not want to be. Apparently Kim Thayil, a huge lover of guitar sludge, and the rest of the band followed suit. What they came up with were a batch of songs that stick in the 90's collective memory, such as "Black Hole Sun", "Spoonman", "Fell On Black Days", "My Wave", "Drown You", "The Day I Tried to Live", and the title track. Soundgarden had now become one of the biggest post-Nirvana bands in the world.

This song is a reference to reknowned Seattle performance artist Artis the Spoonman, who makes an appearance playing musical spoons:

Spoonman

Feel the rhythm with your hands
Steal the rhythm while you can, spoonman
Speak the rhythm on your own
Speak the rhythm all alone, spoonman

Spoonman, come together with your hands
Save me, I’m together with your plan
Save me

All my friends are indians
All my friends are brown and red, spoonman
All my friends are skeletons
They beat the rhythm with their bones,
Spoonman

Feel the rhythm with your hands
Steal the rhythm while you can, spoonman

Thank you, good night people

:guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

A picture of Artis the Spoonman himself:

[ABlairican Pie]

Here is Soundgarden's biggest song, though totally unlike their previous efforts. In fact, Steve and Edie Gorme did a light middle of the road pop cover of it!! :eek: Everyone remembers the very cool video to this one with stretchy faced humans.

Black Hole Sun

In my eyes, indisposed
In disguise as no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
The sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench
'Neath the black the sky looks dead
Call my name through the cream
And I'll hear you scream again

Chorus:

Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come

Stuttering, cold and damp
Steal the warm wind tired friend
Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes
In my shoes, a walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven send Hell away
No one sings like you anymore

Hang my head, drown my fear
Till you all just disappear

Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come


Repeat chorus til end

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

[ABlairican Pie]

This is a great song:

Fell On Black Days

Whatsoever I've feared has come to life
Whatsoever I've fought off became my life
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
Sunspots have faded
And now I'm doing time
Cause I fell on black days

Whomsoever I've cured I've sickened now
Whomsoever I've cradled I've put you down
I'm a search light soul they say
But I can't see it in the night
I'm only faking when I get it right
Cause I fell on black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate

So what you wanted to see good has made you blind
And what you wanted to be yours has made it mine
So don't you lock up something that you wanted to see fly
Hands are for shaking
No, not tying
No, not tying

I sure don't mind a change
But I fell on black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Great guitar work on this one. Kim Thayil is one of the best:

My Wave

Take, if you want a slice
If you want a piece
If it feels alright

Break, if you like the sound
If it gets you up
If it brings you down

Share, if it makes you sleep
If it sets you free
If it helps you breathe

Don't come over here
And piss on my gate
Save it just keep it
Off my wave

Cry, if you want to cry
If it helps you see
If it clears your eyes

Hate, if you want to hate
If it keeps you safe
If it makes you brave

Pray, if you want to pray
If you like to kneel
If you like to lay

Don't come over here
And piss on my gate
Save it just keep it
Off my wave

Keep it off my wave
Keep it off my wave
Keep it off my wave

My wave

Cry, if you want to cry
If it helps you see
If it clears your eyes

Hate, if you want to hate
If it keeps you safe
If it makes you brave

Take, if you want a slice
If you want a piece
If it feels alright

Don't come over here
And piss on my gate
Save it just keep it
Off my wave

Keep it off my wave
Keep it off my wave

My wave

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

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Another good one:

Let Me Drown

Stretch the bones over my skin
Stretch the skin over my head
I'm going to the holy land
Stretch the marks over my eyes
Burn the candles deep inside
Yeah you know where I'm coming from

Give up to greed, you don't have to feed me
Give up to fate, you don't have to need me
So let it go, let it go, let it go, won't you let it
Drown me in you, drown me in you, drown me in you

Slip down the darkness to the mouth
Damn the water burn the wine
I'm going home for the very last time

So throw it away, you don't have to take me
Make no mistakes I'm what you make me
So let it go, let it go, let it go, won't you let it
Drown me in you, drown me in you, drown me in you

I see you turn around and burning down
The feeling starts to sink
I feel the hurt surround me
Please dissolve me
She's resolved to be

Heal my wounds without a trace
Seal my tomb without my face
I'm going to the lonely place

Give up to greed, you don't have to feed me
Give up to fate, you don't have to need me
So let it go, let it go, let it go, won't you let it
Drown me in you, drown me in you, drown me in you

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

[ABlairican Pie]

It was one thing for many Seattle bands to blow off the pretentious bloatedness of L.A. pop metal and its excesses. It was quite another to have a stifling "PC" version of rock and roll, well-behaved, respectable, and clean-cut (Hence Chris Cornell's trimmed hair). All metal was a "thing of the past", and bands such as Soundgarden did their best to distance themselves from it. Bands such as Soundgarden and Pearl Jam embraced social causes such as preservation of Washington State's forests, and, while such goals were admirable, there was something a little too formal and businesslike about their doings. There was none of the irreverence and dandyism that made Nirvana and Mother Love Bone famous. It was one of the characteristics of Seattle, while it was a thoroughly liberal town, its tendency to take itself too seriously was stifling.

The Day I Tried to Live

I woke the same as any other day
Except a voice was in my head
It said seize the day, pull the trigger
Drop the blade, and watch the rolling heads

The day I tried to live
I stole a thousand beggar's change
And gave it to the rich

The day I tried to win
I dangled from the power lines
And let the martyrs stretch
Singing

One more time around might do it
One more time around might make it
One more time around might do it
One more time around
The day I tried to live

Words you say never seem
To live up to the ones inside your head
The lives we make never seem
To ever get us anywhere but dead

The day I tried to live
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs

I woke the same as any other day you know
I should have stayed in bed

The day I tried to win
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs

And I learned that I was a liar
Just like you

Chris Cornell and Krist Noviselic:

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One of their best songs:

Superunknown

If this isn't what you see
It doesn't make you blind
If this doesn't make you feel
It doesn't mean you've died
Where the river's high
Where the river's high

If you don't want to be seen
You don't have to hide
If you don't want to believe
You don't have to try
To feel alive

Alive in the superunknown
First it steals your mind
And then it steals your soul

If this doesn't make you free
It doesn't mean you're tied
If this doesn't take you down
It doesn't mean you're high
If this doesn't make you smile
You don't have to cry
If this isn't making sense
It doesn't make it lies

Alive in the superunknown
First it steals your mind
And then it steals your soul

Get yourself afraid
Get yourself alone
Get yourself contained
Get yourself control

Alive in the superunknown

First it steals your mind
And then it steals your... soul

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

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Chris playing a Telecaster:

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Chris at the Grammies with Sheryl Crow and Melissa Etheridge:

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Live in Japan:

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Chris live with a Gretsch guitar:

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Kim Thayil has a moment:

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Hopping back to 1993, we can't forget Star Star and their fine
retro glam punk offering The Love Drag Years, perhaps the closest thing to a New York Dolls revival outfit in a long while. The souped up songs sung in a lispy tone by Johnnie Holliday on vocals and guitar included "Fly Boy", "Groovy Guru Gangster Girl", "Little Cuisinette", "Science Fiction Boy", a cover of Alice Cooper's "Nervous", "Cowboys In Space", "Diggy Dragster", and "Treasure or Trash". The band also included Jay Hening on guitar, Weeds on bass, and Deon Molyneux on drums. A great underrated album by a band named after one of the most controversial songs by the Rolling Stones.

The Love Drag Years

It's a love drag
what a big distraction
and though I have no one
I need love reaction
I need love that's real
It's the love drag years
the no no no years
get your hang-ups outta' here.
all my dame toys
always make me sorry
and all the dance boys....la la la
always make me worry
but I still love that thrill
It's the love drag years
the no no no years
get your hang-ups outta' here.
take your girlie love
cause the butchy boys are just too rough
and I don't know how to feel.
you gotta' have action
to be the main attraction
if you don't want me for your love
then I'm gonna' leave you thinking of
a love that's so unreal
It's the love drag years
the no no no years
get your hang-ups outta' here.
baby I feel
he feels so decadent
baby I feel
I feel so decadent

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Groovy Guru Gangster Girl

girl I had to getcha'
cause I just can't forget ya'
I've had a life to shake it
but love's so automated
she's so vicious....so malicious
I'm so sick of the psycho bitches
girls from Mars
movie stars
I'm sick of lovers from the gogo bars.
don't twirl my go go world
got a groovy guru gangster girl.
she just swings with a pistol strapped to her bed
jane's gotta' do whatever johnny says
life with stars
groovy cars
I'm sick of lovers from the go go bars.
don't twirl my go go world
got a groovy guru gangster girl.
thought love was so dreamy
then I lost my girl bikini
all my love couldn't hook'er
now I've gotta' wait to book'er
she's got madame bomb
she's got madame bomb
and that girl she's got it all
that girl she's done it all
that girl is gonna' fall.
girls from Mars
movie stars
I'm sick of lovers from the gogo bars.
don't twirl my go go world
got a groovy guru gangster girl

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Fly Boy

welcome to the Go Go Girl au Rama
where the style is modern love
now you wanna bam bam with another
now you wanna live alot
don't you wanna go now baby to the Hi Fi horror show
I'm your fly boy in kid city
now I went and lost my go-go lover
and I'm gonna cry cry cry
now she's gonna hurt you with her drama
and you're gonna die die die
don't you wanna know now baby how I could let her go
I'm your fly boy in kid city
my whole life's a great big thrill
I still love the glamour pills
hey where did it get ya
your marital adventure
while I cried for you baby
cried for your honey
hey where'd I find her
that girl's such a liar
and I cried for you baby
cried for you honey
died for you baby
but lately baby I can't get higher
down goes baby
she's gonna get it
cause my addiction
is real non-fiction
well I've got a lover with a nylon grip
and I'm still lovin' that same old pig
I'm your fly boy in kid city
my whole life's a great big thrill
I still love the glamour pills
So down on your love
I don't need it sister
down on your love
I don't want it mister
I'm your fly boy

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Cowboys In Space

Rita likes to stargaze
dreaming of a star chase
through little western landscapes
like a cowboy out in deep space.
bubble gum and toothpaste
cigarettes and heartbreaks
Rita looks to escape
ride a rocket out to deep space.
cowboys in space
she's got a lazer pistol tag race
she's gonna' zap away her blue face.
now Rita wants a pony
with rocket engines only
but riding gets so lonely
when your lover boy's a phoney
cowboys in space
she's got a lazer pistol tag race
she's gonna' zap away her blue face.
now I know what you like
you want a tu-tu lover
but I couldn't stay
cause all that love that I felt
just isn't there
and baby I don't care.
cowboys in space
not a routine lover.
boy that girl's a thriller
but I don't really need her
In fact I'm gonna' leave her
cause that love is just not there
and baby that ain't fair
I just wanna' be by myself

[ABlairican Pie]

Live:

Sadly, guitarist/vocalist Jay Hening took his own life in 1997. :(

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Pearl Jam released their third album Vitalogy by the end of the year. As one of the first songs indicated, the album came released as a vinyl record for a limited time. Pearl Jam moved even farther away from the infectious groove of Ten into uncharted territory, prefering to follow their own uncommercial muse.

Spin the Black Circle

see this needle...a see my hand...
drop, drop, dropping it down...oh, so gently...
well here it comes...i touch the plane...
turn me up...won't turn you away...
spin, spin...spin the black circle
spin, spin...spin the black, spin the black...
spin, spin...spin the black circle
spin, spin...whoa...
pull it out...a paper sleeve...
oh, my joy...only you deserve conceit...
i'm so big...a-my whole world...
i'd rather you...rather you...than her...
spin, spin...spin the black circle
spin, spin...spin the black, spin the black...
spin, spin...spin the black circle
spin, spin...whoa...oh...
you're so warm...oh, the ritual...when i lay down your crooked arm...
spin, spin...spin the black circle
spin, spin...spin the black, spin the black...
spin, spin...spin the black circle
spin, spin...
spin the black circle
spin the black circle...
spin, spin...
spin, spin...

[ABlairican Pie]

Though an ongoing feud existed between the members of Pearl Jam and Nirvana, the band were, like everyone else, horrified and deeply saddened by the news of Kurt Cobain's self-inflicted death. And like Kurt Cobain, Eddie Vedder and the band felt their music was not meant for mass corporate consumption to be co-opted as The Next Big Thing. Their music was personal, and not meant to appease the jocks and soshes. Apparently Eddie and the others felt the same sting of isolation growing up under the glowering gaze of overachievers and schoolyard stars. But what did it mean when they became that which they loathed?

Notice how everyone on the radio played the Ten album to death and pretty much ignored anything that came after. Pearl Jam were trying to pursue a different musical direction to keep from being pigeonholed as "The Jeremy band". The song below shows their distaste for their jock-itch peers who never really understood their music yet claimed it as "their own":

Not For You

restless soul, enjoy your youth
like muhammad hits the truth
can't escape from the common rule
if you hate something, don't you do it too...too...
small my table, a sits just two
got so crowded, i can't make room
oh, where did they come from? stormed my room!
and you dare say it belongs to you...to you...
this is not for you
this is not for you
this is not for you
oh, not for you...ah, you...
...scream...my friends...don't call me...
...friends, no they don't scream...
...my friends don't call...my friends don't...
all that's sacred comes from youth
dedication, naive and true
with no power, nothing to do
i still remember, why don't you...don't you...
this is not for you
this is not for you
this is not for you
oh, never was for you...f:censored: you...
this is not for you...
oh, this is not for you...yeah, you...
this is not for you...
oh, not for you...
oh, you...

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Tremor Christ

winded is the sailor...drifting by the storm...
wounded is the organ he left all...bloodied on the shore...
gorgeous was his savior, sees her...drowning in his wake...
daily taste the salt of her tears, but...a chance blamed fate...
little secrets, tremors...turned to quake...
the smallest oceans still get...big, big waves...
ransom paid the devil...he whispers pleasing words...
triumphant are the angels if they can...a get there first...
little secrets tremors...turned to quake...
the smallest oceans still get...big, big waves...
i'll decide...take the dive...
take my time...not my life...
wait for signs...believe in lies...
to get by...it's divine...whoa...
oh, you know what it's like...
turns the bow back, tows and...drops the line...
puts his faith in love and tremor christ...

Below Pearl Jam plays with Neil Young, the "Godfather of Grunge." At a show in Seattle, when Eddie Vedder fell ill, the rest of the band went on without him, and had Neil Young fill in on vocals. Fans were still not impressed with the great legendary NEIL YOUNG fronting the band for one night. "Who cares if Eddie's backstage puking his guts out?? Bring him on!!" some fans said. So much for downplaying the stardom aspect of the grunge scene. :rolleyes:

On a related note, when Neil Young learned that Kurt Cobain used some of the lyrics of "Hey Hey, My My (Into the Black)" in his suicide note (i.e., "It's better to burn out than to fade away"), Young vowed never to sing his most famous song ever again. :(

[Steve M.]

Going back to 1993 for a moment, Elton John released Duets, an album of songs Elton recorded with oher artists.

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Standouts on this album include a cover of "I'm Your Puppet" with Paul Young,"Go On and On" with Gladys Knight, and a remake of Cole Porter's "True Love" with Kiki Dee, with whom he recorded "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" in 1976.

And speaking of which, Elton remade "Don't Go Brekaing My Heart" here with. . . .

[Steve M.]

RU PAUL?????????????????????????????????

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ohno:

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RU PAUL?????????????????????????????????

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ohno: :eek2: :faint:

[Steve M.]

Back to 1994. . . .

It was in that year that Disney's animation department, having only recently emerged from its lean period, released The Lion King. Although we rock and roll fans had been led to believe that rockers would never do soundtrack work for the Walt Disney Company - too commercial, too corny, too un-rock-and-roll - Elton John paired with Andrew Lloyd Webber's lyricist Tim Rice to contribute a couple of songs for this movie. "Can't You Feel The Love Tonight" and "Circle of Life" were instant hits. :)

http://tknet.tku.edu.tw/~u7090135/lion_king.gif

[ABlairican Pie]

Jumping back to 1993 for a moment, one sign that America was knee-deep in a full scale cultural Civil War was evident when Dr. David Gunn, an ob-gyn physician who performed abortions in Pensacola, Florida, was murdered outside his clinic by an assassin who was fed a daily diet of angry religious anti-abortion rhetoric. The assassin was known to have prayed and read the Bible before committing his crime. Dr. Gunn, who had suffered from polio, was known to have sung "I Won't Back Down" by Tom Petty at one pro-choice rally. The country was divided on the issue of abortion, but sadly, too many "Christians" were sympathetic to the assassin's crimes. In the wake of
this killing, many more attacks and murders were committed at abortion clinics--and the perpetrators were keen on quoting Scripture to justify it.

Where WAS this country headed??

[ABlairican Pie]

In another attempt to help pursuade the faithful into the Gospel of Rush, the
lardly Limbaugh had his own late night television show (which helped further the message of hate and ignorance that fueled the attitudes and actions of a few such as Dr. Gunn's assassin). Rush Limbaugh was the host, the star, the interviewer, the interviewee, the scriptwriter, the content consultant, the sponsor (no, in fact, the sponsor was in fact a fancy Big n' Tall clothing chain). But he had a devoted audience of dittoheads who enjoyed his laughable rants at whatever was going on Liberal La-La-Land. He had motivated tons of militant dittoheads to take action--while claiming to be "just an entertainer." An entertainer who insisted that his faithful NOT read anything in the news, for "I am about to tell you what you must think."
(Actual quote) And when the show cut to a commercial, they played "My City Was Gone" by The Pretenders (which earlier Steve pointed out was intended to tweak the liberals). His books lined the shelves on the set. They were the only books his followers ever read. Because Rush was the only conservative worth quoting: he was so "funny and clever!!" :rolleyes:

ohno:

[ABlairican Pie]

Back to Pearl Jam, here is one of their best songs, relating to Eddie Vedder's mother's muddled relationships:

Better Man

waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop
tell him, take no more, she practices her speech
as he opens the door, she rolls over...
pretends to sleep as he looks her over

she lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
she dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
can't find a better man
can't find a better man
ohh...

talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know...
she tells herself, oh...
memories back when she was bold and strong
and waiting for the world to come along...
swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone

she lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
she dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
she lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...
she dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
can't find a better man
can't find a better man
yeah...

she loved him, yeah...she don't want to leave this way
she needs him, yeah...that's why she'll be back again
can't find a better man
can't find a better man
can't find a better man
can't find a better...man...

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

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Corduroy

the waiting drove me mad...you're finally here and i'm a mess
i take your entrance back...can't let you roam inside my head
i don't want to take what you can give...
i would rather starve than eat your bread...
i would rather run but i can't walk...
guess i'll lie alone just like before...
i'll take the varmint's path...oh, and i must refuse your test
a-push me and i will resist...this behavior's not unique
i don't want to hear from those who know...
they can buy, but can't put on my clothes...
i don't want to limp for them to walk...
never would have known of me before...
i don't want to be held in your debt...
i'll pay it off in blood, let i be wed...
i'm already cut up and half dead...
i'll end up alone like i began...
everything has chains...absolutely nothing's changed
"take my hand, not my picture," spilled my teacher (spilled my tincture)
i don't want to take what you can give...
i would rather starve than eat your breast...
all the things that others want for me...
can't buy what i want because it's free...
can't buy what i want because it's free...
can't be what you want because i'm...
why ain't it sposed to be just fun
oh, to live and die, let it be done
i figure i'll be damned, all alone like i began...
it's your move now...
i thought you were a friend, but i guess i, i guess i hate you..

Jeff Ament:

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Nothingman

once divided...nothing left to subtract...
some words when spoken...can't be taken back...
walks on his own...with thoughts he can't help thinking...
future's above...but in the past he's slow and sinking...
caught a bolt 'a lightnin'...cursed the day he let it go...
nothingman...
nothingman...
isn't it something?
nothingman...
she once believed...in every story he had to tell...
one day she stiffened...took the other side...
empty stares...from each corner of a shared prison cell...
one just escapes...one's left inside the well...
and he who forgets...will be destined to remember...
nothingman...
nothingman...
isn't it something?
nothingman...
oh, she don't want him...
oh, she won't feed him...after he's flown away...
oh, into the sun...ah, into the sun...
burn...burn...
nothingman...
nothingman...
isn't it something?
nothingman...
nothingman...
coulda' been something...
nothingman...
oh...ohh...ohh...

[ABlairican Pie]

As one West Coast band had sadly fallen, a new one was waiting in the wings to ascend the heights of rock and roll fame. The band had released a few independent while playing local shows in their native Northern California, but by 1994, guitarist Billy Joe Armstrong, bassist Mike Dirnt and drummer Tre Coolreleased a punk album that set the world on fire: Dookie. The band was, of course,

GREEN DAY!!!!!!!!

Longview

Sit around and watch the tube,but nothing's on
Change the channels for an hour or two
Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit
I'm sick of all the same old s:censored:
In a house with unlocked doors
And I'm f:censored:ing lazy

Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn bored I'm going BLIND!!!
And I smell like s:censored:

Peel me off this velcro seat and get me moving
I sure as hell can't do it by myself
I'm feeling like a DOG IN HEAT
Barred indoors from the summer street
I locked the door to MY OWN CELL
And I lost the key

Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn bored I'm going BLIND!!!
And I smell like s:censored:

I GOT NO MOTIVATION
WHERE IS MY MOTIVATION
NO TIME FOR THE MOTIVATION
SMOKING MY INSPIRATION

Sit around and watch the phone, but no one's calling
Call me pathetic,call me WHAT YOU WILL
My mother says to get a job
But she don't like the one SHE'S got
When masturbation's lost its fun
You're f:censored:ing lazy

Bite my lip and close my eyes
Take me away to paradise
I'm so damn BORED
I'm going blind
And loneliness has to suffice
Bite my lip and close my eyes
I was slipping away to paradise
Some say,"Quit or I'll go BLIND."
But it's just a myth

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Green Day was one band who most resembled the first wave of punk in the 70's. To hear Billy Joe Armstrong's voice was to hear the sounds of London around 1978. The band was not preoccupied with being so self-conscious and dour as its Seattle brethren, they had a sense of fun and irreverence about them that was sadly missing in the past few years.

Basket Case

Do you have the time
to listen to me whine
About NOTHING and EVERYTHING
all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it

Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Or am I just STONED

I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
SHE says it's lack of sex
that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
HE said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
it's bringing HER down

Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Uh,yuh,yuh,ya

Grasping to CONTROL
So I BETTER hold on

Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Or am I just STONED

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

[ABlairican Pie]

To be more exact, while there was an "old school" quality about Green Day, there was a more commerciality to what they were doing that was not as abrasive as the bands of the first wave of punk. In fact, what they were doing had a name for it, pop-punk, which would become the wave of the next several years.

When I Come Around

I heard you crying loud all the way across town
You’ve been searching for that someone
And it’s me out on the powl
As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself
Don’t get lonely now
Dry your whining eyes
I’m just roaming for the moment
Sleazin’ my backyard so don’t get so uptight
You been thinking about ditching me

No time to search the world around
Cause you know where I’ll be found
When I come around

I heard it all before
So don’t knock down my door
I’m a loser and a user so to slag me
Down because I know I’m right
So go do what you like
Make sure you do it wise
You may find out that your self doubt
Means nothing was ever there

You can’t go forcing something if it’s just not right

:guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Welcome To Paradise

Dear mother,
Can you hear me whining?
It's been three whole weeks
Since that I have left your home
This sudden fear has left me trembling
Cause now it seems that I am out here on my own
And I'm feeling so alone

Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it the slums
Some call it nice
I want to take you through
a wasteland I like to call
my home
Welcome To Paradise

A gunshot rings out at the station
Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason it's now
Feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go

Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it slums
Some call it nice
I want to take you through
a wasteland I like to call
my home
Welcome To Paradise

Dear mother,
Can you hear me laughing
It's been six whole months since
Since that I have left your home
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason it's now
Feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go

Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it the slums
Some call it nice
I want to take you through
a wasteland I like to call
my home
Welcome To Paradise

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Another band that helped start the pop-punk craze was The Offspring, fronted by lead singer/guitarist Noodles. Even though their tunes were wacky, their lyrics seemed to hint at a darker social commentary with a dose of black humor beneath. Their album Smash featured such tunes as "Come Out and Play (Keep'em Separated") and "Self Esteem".

Come Out and Play

They're like the latest fashion
They're like a spreading disease
The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake their own campus locale
And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal
If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix
They're gonna bash it up
Bash it up x3

Hey, man you talkin' back to me
Take him out
You gotta keep'em separated
Hey, man you disrespecting me
Take him out
You gotta keep'em separated
Hey, they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

By the time you hear the siren
It's already too late
One goes to the morgue and the other to jail
One guy's wasted and the other's a waste
It goes down the same as the thousand before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope
Tie your own rope
Tie a rope

Hey, man you disrespecting me
Take him out
You gotta keeep'em separated
Hey, man you talkin' back to me
Take him out
You gotta keep'em separated
Hey, they don't pay no mind
If your under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

It goes down the same as the thousand before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope
Tie your own rope
Tie a rope

Hey, man you talkin' back to me
Take him out
You gotta keep'em separated
Hey, man you disrespecting me
Take him out
You gotta keeep'em separated
Hey, they don't pay no mind
If your under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

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This song seems to apply to just about every guy's life at one time or other:

Self Esteem

I wrote her off for the tenth time today
And practiced all the things I would say
But she came over
I lost my nerve
I took her bag and made her dessert
Now I know I'm being used
That's okay man cause I like the abuse
I know she's playing with me
That's okay cause I've got no self esteem

chorus:
Oh wayo, yeah, yeah
Ohhhhhhh, yeah, yeah (Repeat three times)

We make plans to go out at night
I wait till 2 then I turn out the light
this rejection’s got me so low
If she keeps it up I just might tell her so

Chorus

When she's saying, all that she wants only me
Then I wonder why she sleeps with my friends
When she saying, all men are like a disease
Then I wonder how much more I can spend
Well I guess, I should stick up for myself
But I really think it's better this way
The more you suffer
The more it shows you really care Right? Yeah!

Now I'll relate, this little bit
That happens more than I'd like to admit
Late at night, she knocks on my door
She's drunk again and, looking to score
Now I know, I should say no, but
That's kind of hard when she's ready to go
I may be dumb, but I'm not a dweeb
I'm just a sucker with no self esteem

Chorus

When she's saying, all that she wants only me
Then I wonder why she sleeps with my friends
When she's saying, all that I'm like a disease
Then I wonder how much more I can spend
Well I guess, I should stick up for myself
But I really think it's better this way
The more you suffer
The more it shows you really care Right? Yeah!

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

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Gotta Get Away

{I'm} getting edgy all the time
There's someone around me just a step behind
It's kinda scary, the shape I'm in
The walls are shakin' and they're closing in
Too fast or a bit too slow
I'm paranoid of people and it's starting to show
One guy that I can't shake
Over my shoulder is a big mistake

Sitting on the bed
and i'm lying wide awake
There's demons in my head
And it's more than I can take
I think I'm on a roll
But I think it's kinda weak
Saying all I know is
I gotta get away from me

tell you something I just ain't right
My head is on loose but my shoes are tight
Avoiding my friends cause they all bug
Life is like a riddle and I'm really stumped
There's a reason, don't you know?
Your own preoccupation is where you'll go
I'm being followed, I look around
It's only my shadow creepin' on the ground

Sitting on the bed
and i'm lying wide awake
There's demons in my head
And it's more than I can take
I think I'm on a roll
But I think it's kinda weak
Saying all I know is
I gotta get away from me
gotta get away from me
gotta get away from me

whoa...whoa...
whoa...whoa...

Sitting on the bed
and i'm lying wide awake
There's demons in my head
And it's more than I can take
think I'm on a roll
But I think it's kinda weak
Saying all I know is
I gotta get away from me
gotta get away from me
gotta get away from me
gotta get away from me

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

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Nitro (Youth Energy)

Our generation sees
the world Not the same as before
We might as well just throw it all
And live like there's no tomorrow
(Oh oh oh oh)
there's no tomorrow
(Oh oh oh oh)
there's no tomorrow Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh
(Oh oh oh oh)

We are the ones
Who are living under the gun every day
You might be gone before you know
So live like there's no tomorrow
(Ain't gonna waste this life)
there's no tomorrow
(you ain't gonna live it for me)
there's no tomorrow
(Ain't gonna waste this life)
there's no tomorrow
(you ain't gonna live it for me)

Hey !
Believe it
The official view of the world has changed
In a whole new way
Live fast cause if you don't take it
You'll never make it

Yeeeeeeah !
Yeah !
yeeeeaaaaaaaeeaaah !
yeah...!
Oh oh oh Oh!
Oh oh oh Oh!

So if you understand me
And if you feel the same
Then you will know what nitro means
You'll live like there's no tomorrow
(Ain't gonna waste this life)
there's no tomorrow
(you ain't gonna live it for me)
there's no tomorrow
(Ain't gonna waste this life)
there's no tomorrow
(you ain't gonna live it for me)
there's no tomorrooooooow

Oh oh oh Oh!
Oh oh oh Oh!

[ABlairican Pie]

Another band that took the charts with their tongue in cheek humor was Weezer, fronted by Rivers Cuomo. Their self-titled, so called "Blue Album" featured "Undone (The Sweater Song)" and "Buddy Holly".

Matt*: Hey bra', how we doin', man?
Karl**: Alright.
Matt: It's been awhile, man. Life's so rad! This band's my favorite, man. Don'tcha love 'em?
Karl: Yeah.
Matt: Aw, man, do you want beer?
Karl: Alright.
Matt: Aw, man. Wow, bra', this is the best, man. I'm so glad we're all back together and stuff. This is great, man.
Karl: Yeah.
Matt: Hey, do you know about the party after the show?
Karl: Yeah.
Matt: Aw, man, it's gonna be the best. I'm so stoked! Take it easy, bra'.

I'm me, me be
Goddamn, I am
I can, sing and
Here me, know me.

If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away.

Mykel***: Hey, what's up?
Matt: Not much.
Mykel: Um... did you hear about the party?
Matt: Yeah.
Mykel: I think I'm going to go, but, um... my friends don't really wanna go. Could I get a ride?

Oh no, it go
It gone, bye-bye...bye
Who I, I think
I sink, and I die.

[chorus]
If you want to destroy my sweater...Woah-ah-woah-ah-woah.
Hold this thread as I walk away... As I walk away.
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked.
Lying on the floor, lying on the floor
I've come undone.

[chorus]

If you want to destroy my sweater. (I don't want to destroy your tank-top.)
Hold this thread as I walk away. (Let's be friends and just walk away.)
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked. (Hate to see you lyin' there in your Superman skivvies.)
Lying on the floor, lying on the floor
I've come undone!.....

Woo-ooo-woo (x24)

* Matt Sharp (Bassist)
** Karl Koch (The amazing 5th member of Weezer)
*** Mykel (She runs the fanclub with Carli)

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One of Weezer's most popular songs was "Buddy Holly" because of the clever video which featured clips from "Happy Days" making it appear as if the band was playing right at Arnold's!!

Buddy Holly

What's with these homies dissin' my girl?
Why do they gotta front?
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent?

Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours.
Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine.
Woo-hoo, and that's for all of time.

[chorus]
Woo-ee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly.
Oh-Oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore.
I don't care what they say about us anyway.
I don't care 'bout that.


Don't you ever fear, I'm always near. I know that you need help.
Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit.
You need a guardian.

Woo-hoo, and you know I'm yours.
Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine.
Woo-hoo, and that's for all of time.

[chorus]
I don't care 'bout that.

Bang! Bang! Knock on the door, another big bang, you're down on the floor.
Oh No! What do we do?
Don't look now but I lost my shoe.
I can't run and I can't kick.
What's a matter babe, are you feelin' sick?
What's a matter, what's a matter, what's a matter you?
What's a matter babe, are you feelin' blue?
Oh-oh-oh!

And that's for all of time. (x2)

[chorus]
I don't care 'bout that. (x3)

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[robyrob]

Another band that took the charts with their tongue in cheek humor was Weezer, fronted by Rivers Cuomo. Their self-titled, so called "Blue Album" featured "Undone (The Sweater Song)" and "Buddy Holly".
FINALLY!!!!111eleventyone!!11!!! :clap: :rock:

- dont forget the other singles from the blue album:

My Name Is Jonas and Say It Ain't So


:D :D :D

[ABlairican Pie]

KKND The End 107.7 in Seattle did name Weezer's "Blue Album" as one of the most important alternative albums of all time.

My Name is Jonas

My name is Jonas.
I'm carrying the >>>>WHALE<<<<.
Thanks for all you've shown us.
This is how we feel.
Come sit next to me.
Pour yourself some tea.
Just like Grandma made
When we couldn't find sleep.
Things were better then.
Once but never again.
We've all left the den.
Let me tell you 'bout it.

The choo-choo train left right on time.
A ticket costs only your mind.
The driver said, "Hey, man, we go all the way."
Of course we were willing to pay.

My name is Weepel.
Gotta box full of your toys.
They're fresh out of batteries.
But they're still makin' noise, makin' noise.
Tell me what to do.
Now the tank is dry.
Now this wheel is flat.
And you know what else?
Guess what I received,
In the mail today.
Words of deep concern
From my little brother.

The building's not goin' as he planned.
The foreman has injured his hand.
The dozer will not clear a path.
The driver swears he learned his math.

The workers are goin' home. (x4)
Yeah!

The workers are goin' home. (x3)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

My name is Jonas.

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I'm thinking I've heard this song, but I can't remember...

Say It Ain't So

Oh, yeah.
Alright.

Somebody's Heine' is crowdin' my icebox.
Somebody's cold one is givin' me chills.
Guess I'll just close my eyes.

Oh, yeah.
Alright.
Feels good... inside.

Flip on the tele'.
Wrestle with Jimmy.
Something is bubbling
Behind my back.
The bottle is ready to blow.

[chorus]
Say it ain't so.
Your drunk is a heartbreaker.
Say it ain't so.
My love is a life taker.

I can't confront you.
I never could do
That which might hurt you.
So try and be cool
When I say
This way is a waterslide away from me that takes you further everyday.
So be cool.

[chorus]

Dear Daddy,
I write you in spite of years of silence.
You've cleaned up, found Jesus, things are good, or so I hear.
This bottle of Steven's awakens ancient feelings.
Like father, step-father, the son is drowning in the flood.

Yeah... yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah...

[chorus]

Clips from Weezer vids: First one is the re-enactment of Fonzie's dance in Buddy Holly, and the other, dogs run amok in Undone.

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Stone Temple Pilots released their second album, Purple, which featured a number of hits, a little step away from the Pearl Jam comparisons. They featured a little more rock and roll direction on songs such as "Interstate Love Song", as well as self-condemning lyrics as "Creep". This they had in common with their Seattle compatriots, touchy-feely lyrics of pitying oneself and a sensitive, less rockier touch.

This first song as odd rhythms to it:

Vaseline or Vasoline (spelled both ways intentionally??)

One time a thing occured to me
What’s real, and what’s for sale?
Blew a kiss and tried to take it home

It isn’t you, isn’t me
Search for things that you can’t see
Going blind, out of reach
Somewhere in the vaseline

Two times and it has rendered me
Punch drunk and without bail
Think I’d be safer all alone
Flys in the vasoline we are
Sometimes it blows my mind
Keep getting stuck here all the time

You’ll see the look and you’ll see the lies
You’ll eat the lies, and you will.

It isn’t you, isn’t me
Search for things that you can’t see
Going blind, out of reach
Somewhere in the vasoline.

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

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Interstate Love Song

waiting on a Sunday afternoon
for what I read between the lines,
your lies.
feelin' like a hand in rusted shame
so do you laugh or does it cry?
reply?

leavin' on a southern train
only yesterday you lied,
promises of what I seemed to be
only watched the time go by,
all of these things you said to me.

breathing is the hardest thing
to do. with all I've said and
all that's dead for you,
you lied - good bye

leavin' on a southern train
only yesterday you lied
promises of what I seemed to be
only watched the time go by,
all of these things I said to you.

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Here is a decent song:

Big Empty

drivin' faster in my car
falling farther from just what we are
smoke a cigarette and lie some more
these conversations kill
falling faster in my car

time to take her home
her dizzy head is conscience laden
time to take a ride
it leaves today no conversation
time to take her home
her dizzy head is conscience laden
time to wait too long
to wait too long
these conversations kill

to much walkin', shoes worn thin
too much trippin' and my soul's worn thin
time to catch a ride
it leaves today, her name is what it means
to much walkin', shoe's worn thin

:rock: :guitar:

[ABlairican Pie]

Here is the song "Creep" which was actually on the Core album (not Purple):

Creep

drivin' faster in my car
falling farther from just what we are
smoke a cigarette and lie some more
these conversations kill
falling faster in my car

time to take her home
her dizzy head is conscience laden
time to take a ride
it leaves today no conversation
time to take her home
her dizzy head is conscience laden
time to wait too long
to wait too long
these conversations kill

to much walkin', shoes worn thin
too much trippin' and my soul's worn thin
time to catch a ride
it leaves today, her name is what it means
to much walkin', shoe's worn thin

[ABlairican Pie]

Unglued

moderation is masturbation
what is what, and what makes you feel good
all these things I think about,
I think about
always come unglued

yeah, I got this thing
it's comin' over me, I got thing
it's comin' over me, I got this feelin'
coming over me, yeah

this confusion is my illusion
nowhere to look, but know where
to find ya.
all these things I'm sick about,
I'm sick about
always come unglued

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

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[ABlairican Pie]

REM returned to their electric roots with 1994's Monster, which featured the drony "What's the Frequency, Kenneth?" whose title was based on a phrase a physically confrontational man asked TV journalist Dan Rather on the street. The man was clearly not in his right mind, but the band saw fit to make a song out of the strange expression.

What's the Frequency, Kenneth?

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh

I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines
Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
Butterfly decal, rear-view mirror, dogging the scene
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
I never understood, don't f:censored: with me, uh-huh

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Crush With Eyeliner

I know you
I know you've seen her
She's a sad tomato
She's three miles of bad road
Walking down the street
Will I never meet her?
She's a real woman child
Oh my kiss breath turpentine

I am smitten
I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing)
Have you seen her come around?
My crush with eyeliner

I'm in like.
I'm in-fatuated.
It's all too much-the pressure
She's all that I can take
What position should I wear?
Cop an attitude? - You faker
How can I convince her? - Faker
That I'm invented too, yeah

I am smitten
I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing)
We all invent ourselves and,
Uh, you know me

She's a sad tomato
She's three miles of bad road
She's her own invention
That gets me in the throat
What can I make myself be?
Life is strange, yeah life is strange
What can I make myself be - Faker
To make her mine?

I am smitten
I'll do anything (I'll do anything)
Oh kiss breath turpentine
My crush with eyeliner

I am smitten
And you know me, yeah
You know me
I could be your Frankenstein
My crush with eyeliner

I am smitten
I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing)
Won't you be my valentine?
My crush with eyeliner

REM on SNL 1994:

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In the lyrics, Michael Stipe discloses something about himself. It was around this time he identified himself as a gay man. Nothing too unusual about that in the mid-90's.

King of Comedy

Make your money with a suit and tie
Make your money with shrewd denial
Make your money expert advice,
If you can wing it
Make your money with a power ply
Make your money with a buyout bribe
Make it lie as long as you mean it

I'm not king of comedy,
Grease the pig, give a squeeze (squeeze me)

Make your money with exploitation
Make it holy illumination
Say a prayer at every station
Don't forget to ask for mercy
Make your money with a pretty face
Make it easy with product placement
Make it charged with controversy
I'm straight, I'm queer, I'm bi

I'm not king of comedy,
I'm not your magazine,
I'm not your television

Make your money, make it rich
Make it young and make it quick
Make your money on the jukebox, baby,
It's pick up sticks,
Make your enemies make your moves
Make your critics fumble through
Make it smart and make it schmooze
Make it look easy

I'm not king of comedy,
I'm not your magazine,
I'm not your television,
I'm not your movie screen
I'm not commodity (all together now)
I'm not commodity
I'm not commodity

[ABlairican Pie]

One popular alternative band was Pavement, fronted by Steven Malkmus. Their 1994 album Crooked Rain Crooked Rain featured the MTV favorite "Cut Your Hair", a great jangly singalong favorite. The tune pointed out something of the times: Did it seem that short hair was back in, and that "no big hair" was the rule, in the 90's? Everyone seemed to be shaving it off.

Cut Your Hair

(ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oooh)
Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair
Do you think it's gonna make him change?
"I'm just a boy with a new haircut"
And that's a pretty nice haircut
Charge it like a puzzle
Hit men wearing muzzles
Hesitate you die
Look around, around
The second drummer drowned
His telephone is found
(ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oooh)
Music scene is crazy
Bands start up each and every day
I saw another one just the other day
A special new band
I remember lying
I don't remember a line
I don't remember a word
But I don't care, I care, I really don't care
Did you see the drummer's hair?

(ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oooh)
Advertising looks and chops a must
No big hair!
Songs mean a lot when songs are bought
And so are you
Face right down to the practice room
tension and fame's our career
career, career, career
(ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oooh)

:guitar: :banana: :mango :schmack:

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Pavement pic:

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Steve Malkmus:

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And for the two lads of Ween who astounded us with their twisted sense of humor on "Push the Little Daisies", they returned with their biggest album, Chocolate and Cheese. An album we bought more for the cover than anything else.

I Can't Put My Finger On It

[chanting]

Is it alive, does it writhe
Can it survive under the sun?
I can’t put my finger on it
Is it green, is it red
Is it alive or is it dead
I can’t put my finger on it
Scathe with a lathe
All the days in the past
I can’t put my finger on it
Is it brown, is it white
Is it really outta sight
I can’t put my finger on it

Do you know what I’m saying?
Do you know what I’m saying, people?

Can it squeal, does it squirm
If it’s fresh will it burn?
I can’t put my finger on it
Can it fly, will it try
If the wings are still wet?
I can’t put my finger on it
Can it heal, is it real
Can it feel the threads of time?
I can’t put my finger on it
Does it glow, will it shine
Does it leave a trail of slime
I can’t put my finger on it

I tell you one time...

Are you surprised when I touch the dwarf inside?
(repeat three times)
(repeat first verse)

Ha ha ha...oh yeah, oh yeah!

[ABlairican Pie]

Henry Rollins and the Rollins Band released their biggest album, Weight, which featured "Liar", with the entertaining video with Rollins wearing black framed glasses. It was at this point that Henry Rollins, the former frontman of Black Flag and current lead singer of his self-named cutting edge band, had become the unthinkable: he had become an alternative "corporate"
icon, whose buff image became recognizable on various commercials. Had he sold out?? Such was the thinking of alternative "purists". But upon listening to his music, apparently it had not become watered down for public consumption. Rollins was known for his spots on MTV warning against the use of handguns, citing a horrific event where an assailant shot and killed one of his friends. Rollins told viewers that anyone who thought guns were "cool" and made them feel "powerful" were fooling themselves. "Don't agree with me? That's okay. YOU'RE WRONG."

Liar

you think you're gonna to live your life alone
in darkness
and seclusion
yeah I know
you've been out there
tried to mix with those animals
and it just left you full of humiliated confusion
so you stagger back home
and wait for nothing
but the solitary refinement of your room spits you back out onto the street
and now you're desperate
and in need of human contact
and then
you meet me
and you whole world changes
because everything I say is everything you've ever wanted to hear
so you drop all your defenses and you drop all your fears
and you trust me completely
I'm perfect
in every way
cause I make you feel so strong and so powerful inside
you feel so lucky
but your ego obscures reality
and you never bother to wonder why
things are going so well
you wanna know why?
cause I'm a liar
yeah I'm a liar
I'll tear your mind out
I'll burn your soul
I'll turn you into me
I'll turn you into me
cause I'm a liar, a liar
a liar, a liar

I'll hide behind a smile
and understanding eyes
and I'll tell you things that you already know
so you can say
I really identify with you, so much
and all the time that you're needing me
is just the time that I'm bleeding you
don't you get it yet?
I'll come to you like an affliction
and I'll leave you like an addiction
you'll never forget me
you wanna know why?
cause I'm a liar
yeah I'm a liar
I'll rip your mind out
I'll burn your soul
I'll turn you into me
I'll turn you into me
cause I'm a liar, a liar
liar, liar, liar, liar

I don't know why I feel the need to lie
and cause you so much pain
maybe it's something inside
maybe it's something I can't explain
cause all I do
is mess you up and lie to you
I'm a liar
oh, I am a liar

if you'll give me one more chance
I swear that I will never lie to you again
because now I see the destructive power of a lie
they're stronger than truth
I can't believe I ever hurt you
I swear
I will never to you lie again, please
just give me one more chance
I will never lie to you again
I swear
that I will never tell a lie
I will never tell a lie
no, no
ha ha ha ha ha hah haa haa haa haaa
sucker
sucker!
oh, sucker
I am a liar
yeah, I am a liar
yeah I like it
I feel good
ohh I am a liar
yeah
I lie
I lie
I lie
oh, I lie
oh I lie
I lie
yeah
ohhh I'm a liar
I lie
yeah
I like it
I feel good
I'll lie again
and again
I'll lie again and again
and I'll keep lying
I promise

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Henry Rollins at this point had gone on the road for spoken word tours. He would do this more often then live music touring.

Henry Rollins' tattoo:

http://www.buytattoo.com/images/celeb/Henry%20Rollins-tattoo.jpg

[ABlairican Pie]

A more recent photo:

http://vvs.spb.ru/album/rollins/2002/img/29.jpg

[ABlairican Pie]

One veteran punk band was making their mark in the 90's, Bad Religion, with their album Stranger Than Fiction. They played fast and frantic yet managed to keep it on a fairly commercial level. But now that many "real" punk rock fans were inundated by "commercial" punk acts, it almost seemed redundant to bother with any of them. But Bad Religion managed to hold their own against what was mere "trendiness."

Inner Logic

automatons with business suits swinging black boxes,
sequestering the blueprints of daily life
contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual
as they file like drone ant colonies to their office in the sky

I don't ask questions, don't promote demonstrations,
don't look for new consensus, don't stray from constitution
if I pierce the complexity I won't find salvation
just the bald and over truth
of the evil and deception

there is an inner logic,
and we're taught to stay far from it
it is simple and elegant,
but it's cruel and antithetic
and there's no effort to reveal it

graduated mentors stroll in marbled brick porticos
in sagacious dialog they despise their average ways
betraying pomp and discipline, they mold their institution
where they practice exclusion on the masses every day

there is an inner logic,
and we're taught to stay far from it
it is simple and elegant,
but it's cruel and antithetic
and there's no effort to reveal it

decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement
simulating tyranny under red alert
protecting the opulent and staging moral standard
they expect redemption of character and self-growth

there is an inner logic,
and we're taught to stay far from it
it is simple and elegant,
but it's cruel and antithetic
and there's no effort to reveal it

(no equality, no opportunity,
no tolerance for the progressive alternative...)

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Bad Religion's 1993 album Recipe For Hate remains their most popular album with blistering tracks as "American Jesus" "Watch It Die" and the title track. It was good to see some honest punk rock before it got a little too "cute" before long.

American Jesus

i don't need to be a global citizen
because i'm blessed by nationality
i'm member of a growing populace
we enforce our popularity
there are things that
seem to pull us under
and there are things
that drag us down
but there's a power
and a vital presence
thats lurking all around
we've got the american Jesus
see him on the interstate
we've got the american Jesus
he helped build the
president's estate
i feel sorry
for the earth's population
'cuz so few
live in the U.S.A.
at least the foreigners
can copy our morality
they can visit but they cannot stay
only precious few
can garner the prosperity
it makes us walk
with renewed confidence
we've got a place to go when we die
and the architect resides right here
we've got the american Jesus
overwhelming millions every day
(exercising his authority)
he's the farmers barren fields
the force the army wields
the expession in the faces
of the starving children
the power of the man
he's the fuel that drives the clan
he's the motive and conscience
of the murderer
he's the preacher on t.v.
the false sincerity
the form letter that's written
by the big computers
he's the nuclear bombs
and the kids with no moms
and i'm fearful that
he's inside me

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

[robyrob]

*** Mykel (She runs the fanclub with Carli)
actually, Mykel and Carli, along with their sister Trysta, were driving back from a concert in Denver, Colorado on July 9th, 1997 when a fatal car accident took their lives.

weezer spearheaded a tribute concert and album "Hear You Me!" (sadly i dont have the details of the other bands involved) and wrote a song to honor the creators of the Weezer fan club, who also ran fanclubs for a number of other musicians. The song was a B-side and is on the 10 year anniversary edition of the Blue Album.

Mykel And Carli

Back at Wilson High
I had two best friends
They lived down the block
Where Eagle Court bends
One, she cared for my bones
Fed me ice cream cones
One, she cared for my happiness
Wouldn't leave me alone

Back in Wilson High
Said I had these two best friends
Til the school bus came
And took my friends away
Now I'm left alone at home
To sit and think all day

Hear you me, Mykel
Hear you me, Carli

They gave me a hat
The hat was awful rad
Wore it every day
Made my teacher mad
She tore it off my head
Now my head's well-read
My head gets cold at night sometimes
But I can't be misled

Hear you me, Mykel
Hear you me, Carli

She tore it off my head
Now my head's well-read
My head gets cold at night sometimes
But I can't be misled

Back in Wilson High
I had two best friends
They lived down the block
Where Eagle Court bends
Til the school bus came
And took my friends away
Now I'm left alone at home
To sit and think all day

Hear you me, Mykel
Hear you me, Carli

Oh no, Mykel
Oh no, Carli

[Steve M.]

Shortly after Kurt Cobain's death, "60 Minutes" commentator Andy Rooney, a usually brillaint and incisive essayist, wrote an essay knocking Cobain for throwing his life away at such a young age when life had so much to offer him. Rooney even cited people who led longer lives that he insisted were more productive because, well, they were longer. Unaware that Kurt Cobain was of a generation who had been royally shafted by previous generations and were destined to live diminished lives, Rooney got a truckload of letters telling him what a rhymes-with-glass-pole he was - and a good talking-to from noted Caucasian-male-hater Anna Quindlen. Rooney realized he'd blown it and apologized on the air. He has since returned to being brilliant. :)

http://www.inlightimes.com/images/people/andy-rooney.jpg

[Steve M.]

Two weeks after Kurt Cobain was found dead at 27, former U.S. President Richard Nixon died at 81. So, Nixon lived three times as long as Cobain. By Andy Rooney's reasoning, Nixon's life was as three times as fruitful as Cobain's. Yeah, right. ohno:

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/sv/2/20/Richard_Nixon.jpg

Nixon had long since been immortalized in rock and roll songs - all about how horrible he was. CSNY's "Ohio, Creedence Clearwater Revival's "Bad Moon Rising," Stevie Wonder's "You Haven't Done Nothin'". . . . need I say more?

[Steve M.]

If longevity really does determine greatness, as Andy Rooney suggested, then Ezra Taft Benson, the leader of the Mormon Church who died a month after Nixon, had to be one of the greatest men of all time! Benson died just short of his ninety-fifth birthday.

http://www.lightplanet.com/mormons/images/leaders/benson_bw_older.jpg

Among Benson's contributions to American civilization were cofounding the ultra-right-wing John Birch Society, serving as Strom Thurmond's running mate in the 1948 presidential election, challenging the patriotism of Democrats, and, as President Eisenhower's Secretary of Agriculture, overseeing the growth and development of industrialized farming, which makes health-risking junk food production possible.

Benson once told an audience of young Mormon women in the seventies that they were "choice spirits" to have come of age at a time when the temptations of an ungodly life - hippiedom, feminism, rock and roll, liberalism - were at their greatest. . . and that resisting these temptations would show how wonderful they were. ohno:

[ABlairican Pie]

If longevity really does determine greatness, as Andy Rooney suggested, then Ezra Taft Benson, the leader of the Mormon Church who died a month after Nixon, had to be one of the greatest men of all time! Benson died just short of his ninety-fifth birthday.

http://www.lightplanet.com/mormons/images/leaders/benson_bw_older.jpg

Among Benson's contributions to American civilization were cofounding the ultra-right-wing John Birch Society, serving as Strom Thurmond's running mate in the 1948 presidential election, challenging the patriotism of Democrats, and, as President Eisenhower's Secretary of Agriculture, overseeing the growth and development of industrialized farming, which makes health-risking junk food production possible.

Benson once told an audience of young Mormon women in the seventies that they were "choice spirits" to have come of age at a time when the temptations of an ungodly life - hippiedom, feminism, rock and roll, liberalism - were at their greatest. . . and that resisting these temptations would show how wonderful they were. ohno:I DID NOT KNOW THAT!!!! JOHN BIRCH SOCIETY, THURMOND'S RUNNING MATE??? :eek: I knew there was something funny about this guy... Must have lived so long because he didn't drink coffee. And all the Utah concubines. ;)

[ABlairican Pie]

The dream of the 60's were still dying when Jacqueline "Jackie" Kennedy, first Bouvier, then Onnassis, the widow of President Kennedy and later married to Greek shipping magnate Aristotle Onassis, died. During her lifetime she had represented a new hope and optimism in America, a hope that would be tested time and again after her husband's tragic assassination. For a while in the early 60's, the White House was known as Camelot, and the beautiful Jackie reflected elegance that the whole country admired. She kept her courage after her husband's death, and would later go on to marry Onassis in a controversy-ridden relationship before his death in 1975. She later became an editor at Doubleday publishers.

During her time in the limelight, she became the target of intense media speculation, as well as did her family, but she kept on and tried to keep a low profile.

[ABlairican Pie]

Jumping back to 1993 for a moment, the entertainment world was saddened by the tragic death of a young actor with a bright, promising future, River Phoenix, due to drug-induced heart failure while at a club in Hollywood. The actor of such films as "Stand By Me", "Running On Empty", "The Mosquito Coast", "Little Nikita", "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade", "My Own Private Idaho", "Sneakers", and "The Thing Called Love" was born into a hippie family in 1970 and became a star at a very young age. His death was sadly, typically rock and roll.

[ABlairican Pie]

One murder case down south in 1993 brought much attention: In West Memphis, Arkansas, three eight-year-old boys were found brutally murdered. The perpetrators? Police insisted to the public that three young men by the names of Jessie Misskelley, Damien Echols, and Jason Baldwin were the culprits.
The evidence? All three youths listened to heavy metal, wore black clothing, and read Stephen King novels. Things typically blamed for horrific crimes.

But were they in fact guilty?

Defense attorneys maintain that the police illegally detained Misskelly, a mentally handicapped young man, for hours and coerced a "confession" out of him which was botched with errors. The young men were detained without legal counsel or parental consent. Misskelley recanted, but it was too late--they were found "guilty" solely on their personal effects rather than on real hard evidence. No weapons, no physical evidence, no motive, no connection to the victims --yet the prosecutors claimed that just by how they dressed indicated they were participating in a "satanic ritual" when they allegedly killed the boys. Echols has been sentenced to death, while the other boys have received life terms.

Many rock musicians have pled for their release and have condemned their unfair trials due to their ties to heavy metal culture. Mass hysteria had ruled the day in Arkansas. Will justice prevail?

[ABlairican Pie]

One band that had spent years on the independent album charts in the 80's finally made a big splash in the mid-90's, Arizona's own Meat Puppets, fronted by brothers Curt and Chris Blackwood. While they helped put indie label SST on the map, the band played a slapdash version of punk with country influences that drew a huge underground following. By the mid-80's, the band expanded into psychedelic leanings but for a while disbanded when their abrasive, avant-garde direction failed to ignite on college radio. But when they opened for Nirvana on the In Utero tour, public acclaim built quickly for them. People were exposed to more of the band's music when Nirvana did unplugged covers for them on MTV, and in 1994, the band broke through with Too High To Die, which featured humalong hits like "Backwater", and "We Don't Exist."

Everyone can sing along to this one:

Backwater

And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face.
There's a blood that's flowing through the feeling
Witha knife to open up the sky's veins.

(Chorus)
Some things will never change
They just stand there looking backwards
Half-unconsious from the pain.
They may seem rearranged.
In the backwater swirling
There is something that'll never change.

And when I shoulda been gone a long time
It laughs, and says I find ways.
Just when they're sheltered under paper
The rockets come at us sideways.

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Hey, I'm blind.
Good Fine.
Roll the time
On whose dime.

And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face.
There's a blood that's flowing through the feeling
With a knife to open up the sky's veins.

(Chorus 2x)

:guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

We Don't Exist

We don't exist
We eat our time
We don't resist
It's not alright

What I want out of this
What I need out of this
Cayenne

We don't exist
Night after night
We fall apart
It's quite alright

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

[ABlairican Pie]

One final touch from Nirvana was the post-humously released Unplugged In New York which was aired on MTV. While many of the cover songs truly stand up, some acoustic songs of Nirvana favorites sound rather anti-climactic being taken out of their cutting edge electric rock setting. The songs included covers of the Meat Puppets, David Bowie, The Vaselines, as well as blues legend Lead Belly and others. It was considered to be one of Kurt Cobain's finest performances, and partially fulfilled his wish to release acoustic tunes along the lines of REM's "Everybody Cries."

The band was accompanied by guitarist Pat Smear, formerly in the pioneering late 70's band The Germs, who had filled in for rhythm parts on the In Utero Tour. He is seen playing acoustic guitar in the set. Nirvana briefly became a four-piece.

Lake Of Fire

Chorus)
Where do bad folks go when they die.
They don't go to Heaven where the Angels fly.
Go to a Lake of Fire and fry.
See em' again til' the 4th of July.

I knew a lady who came from Duluth,
Bit by a dog with a rabid tooth,
She went to her grave just a little too soon,
flew away howling on the yellow moon

(Chorus)
Where do bad folks go when they die.
They don't go to Heaven where the Angels fly.
Go to a Lake of Fire and fry.
See em' again til' the 4th of July.

People cry, people moan.
Look for a dry place to call their home.
Try to find some place to rest their bones.
While the Angels and the Devils try to make their own.

(Chorus)
Where do bad folks go when they die.
They don't go to Heaven where the Angels fly.
Go to a Lake of Fire and fry.
See em' again til' the 4th of July.





http://glen.utdallas.edu/Glen/Video/Nirvana%20MTV%20Unplugged.jpg

[ABlairican Pie]

Here is a cover over of a song by the Meat Puppets:

Plateau

Many a hand scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belonged to strangers, some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills, and shake the many hands

Nothing on top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
See a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words

When you've finished with the mop then you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work it took was fun

Nothing on top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
See a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words

Many a hand began to scan around for the next plateau
Some say it was greenland, and some say mexico
Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood
But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could

[ABlairican Pie]

A cover of David Bowie:

The Man Who Sold the World

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form land, for years and years I roamed
I gaze a gazley stare, we walked a million here
I must have died alone, a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world

[ABlairican Pie]

Nirvana finished the set with a cover of 40's singer Lead Belly, "Where Did You Sleep Last Night?" As they finished the song, the crowd roared in applause for an encore. But Kurt felt so unworthy of the attention. He felt he could not top the last song. Was it stage fright? Or just his being so uncomfortable with the limelight? But there it was, the last we would hear from Nirvana for a while. They went out musically in style.

Where Did You Sleep Last Night?

My girl, my girl, don't lie to me,
Tell me where did you sleep last night.

In the palace, in the palace,
Where the sun don't ever shine.
I would shiver the whole night through.

My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.

In the palace, in the palace,
Where the sun don't ever shine.
I would shiver the whole night through

Her husband, was a hard working man,
Just about a mile from here.
His head was found in a driving wheel,
But his body never was found.

My girl, my girl, don't lie to me,
Tell me where did you sleep last night.

In the palace, in the palace,
Where the sun don't ever shine.
I would shiver the whole night through.
(sing it for me) [mumbled]

My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.

In the pines, in the pines,
Where the sun don't ever shine.
I would shiver the whole night through.

My girl, my girl, don't lie to me,
Tell me where did you sleep last night.

In the pines, in the pines,
Where the sun don't ever shine.
I would shiver the whole night through.

My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.

In the pines, …the pines,
……… sun,
……….shine.
I shiver the whole night through.

[ABlairican Pie]

Another alternative star known to be uncomfortable with his past popularity, Morrissey, released Vauxhall and I, which featured "The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get".

The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get

The more you ignore me
The closer I get
You’re wasting your time
The more you ignore me
The closer I get
You’re wasting your time

I will be
In the bar
With my head
On the bar
I am now
A central part
Of your mind’s landscape
Whether you care
Or do not
Yeah, I’ve made up your mind

The more you ignore me
The closer I get
You’re wasting your time
The more you ignore me
The closer I get
You’re wasting your time

Beware !
I bear more grudges
Than lonely high court judges
When you sleep
I will creep
Into your thoughts
Like a bad debt
That you can’t pay
Take the easy way
And give in
Yeah, and let me in
Oh, let me in
Oh let me ...
Oh, let me in
It’s war
It’s war
It’s war
It’s war
It’s war
War
War
War
War
Oh, let me in
Ah, the closer I get
Ah, you’re asking for it
Ah, the closer I get
Ooh, the closer I ...

[ABlairican Pie]

One artist who perfected the tortured frontman to the hilt even further than Morrissey was Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Nick Cave wrote songs of painful longing on his 1994 album Let Love In, such as the two-part "Do You Love Me?"

Do You Love Me?

I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells rang in a wild sky
I knew from that moment on
I'd love her till the day that I died
And I kissed away a thousand tears
My lady of the Various Sorrows
Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen
Some kept safe for tomorrow
On an endless night, silver star spangled
The bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle

She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Still I seemed so obselete and small
I found God and all His devils insider her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle

She had a heartful of love and devotion
She had a mindful of tyranny and terror
Well, I try, I do, I really try
But I just err, baby, I do, I error
So come and find me, my darling one
I'm down to the grounds, the very dregs
Ah, here she comes, blocking the sun
Blood running down the inside of her legs
The moon in the sky is battered and mangled
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle

All things move toward their end
I knew before I met her that I would lose her
I swear I made every effort to be good to her
I swear I made every effort not to abuse her
Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle

[Steve M.]

Going back to 1993 for a minute, John Mellencamp released Human Wheels, which many critics consider the best record of his career.

http://www.erstads.com/topten/mellencamp.gif

The title song was one of Mellencamp's most intense tunes. He was no longer the conssitent hitmaker he was when the word "cougar" was in his name, but then Mellencamp never wanted to be no pop singer! :D

[ABlairican Pie]

Do You Love Me (Part 2)

Onward! And Onward! And Onward I go
Where no man before could be bothered to go
Till the soles of my shoes are shot full of holes
And it's all downhill with a bullet
This ramblin' and rovin' has taken its course
I'm grazing with the dinosaurs and the dear old horses
And the city streets crack and a great hole forces
Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit
The the theatre ceiling is silver star-spangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle

There's a man in the theatre with girlish eyes
Who's holding my childhood to ransom
On the screen there's a death, there's a rustle of cloth
And a sickly voice calling me handsome
There's a man in the theatre with sly girlish eyes
On the screen there's an ape, a gorilla
There's a groan, there's a cough, there's a rustle of cloth
And a voice that stinks of death and vanilla
This is a secret, mauled and mangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle

The walls of the ceiling are painted in blood
The lights go down, the red curtains come apart
The room is full of smoke and dialogue I know by heart
And the coins in my pocket jingle-jangle
As the great screen crackled and popped
The clock of my boyhood was wound down and stopped
And my handsome little body oddly propped
And my trousers right down to my ankles
Yes, it's onward! And upward!
And I'm off to find love
Do you love me? If you do, I'm thankful

This city is an ogre squatting by the river
It gives life but it takes it away, my youth
There comes a time when you just cannot deliver
This is a fact. This is a stone cold truth.
Do you love me?
I love you, handsome
But do you love me?
Yes, I love you, you are handsome
Amongst the cogs and the wires, my youth
Vanilla breath and handsome apes with girlish eyes
Dreams that roam between truth and untruth
Memories that become monstrous lies
So onward! And Onward! And Onward I go!
Onward! And Upward! And I'm off to find love
With blue-black braclets on my wrists and ankles
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle

[Steve M.]

John Mellencamp had been reliably issuing albums every odd-numbered year since 1983. Right after Human Wheels, he released Dance Naked in 1994, switching to an even-numbered schedule! :D

http://www.mymusic.com/covers/170p/120/124950.jpg

The album included an interesting duet between Mellencamp and singing female bassist Me'shell Ndege'OCello on a cover of Van Morrison's "Wild Night."

[ABlairican Pie]

Junior
from Human Wheels, 1993

They call me junior
I live here on the street
I earn two hundred dollars a week
I'd like to say
"hey, thanks a lot"
I know i'm missin' something
But i don't know what it is
That i don't got

I sit here watchin'
The people down below
I try to imagine
The places they may go
I don't know
I stay home a lot
I know i'm missin' something
But i don't know what it is
That i don't got

Chorus:
I see the world through the tv guide
What a safe place for me to run
What a small little man i am
I'm afraid of everything
From golden rules to airplanes
What a small little man i am

They call me junior
I'm caught up in this hell
Sometimes i feel better
But i never do feel well.
Jesus must have one hell of a plan for me
I know i'm missin' something
But i don't know what it is
That i don't got

And if i have anything to say
About judgement day
There'll be a crown in heaven
For those who live this way
Anyway
You know exactly who you are

Chorus:
I see the world through the tv guide
What a safe place for me to run
What a small little man i am
I'm afraid of everything
From the golden rule to airplanes
What a small little man i am

They call me junior
I live here on the street
I earn two hundred dollars a week
I'd like to say
"hey man, thanks a lot"
My name is junior

Chorus:
I see the world through the tv guide
What a safe place for me to run
What a small little man i am
I'm afraid of everything
From the golden rule to airplanes
What a small little man i am

[ABlairican Pie]

Dance Naked

I want you to dance naked
So I can see you
I´d like to get to know you
You don´t have to act naughty
Spin it round and round
Spin it round and round and round
I want you to dance naked
I promise I won´t touch you
I promise to tell no one, no
I want you to dance naked
Spin it round and round
Spin it round and round and round
Spin it round and round
I want you to dance naked
If you like i´ll join you
I want to enjoy your body
I want to hear all your secrets
I want to know if you like me
As much as I like you
I want you to dance naked
But only if you want to
Spin it round and round
Spin it round and round and round
Spin it round and round
I want you to dance naked
So I can see you
I´d like to get to know you
But only if you want to
Spin it round and round
Spin it round and round and round
Spin it round and round
Spin it round and round and round
I want you to dance naked

:banana: :mango:

Another recent photo of JM:

[Steve M.]

I DID NOT KNOW THAT!!!! JOHN BIRCH SOCIETY, THURMOND'S RUNNING MATE??? :eek: I knew there was something funny about this guy... Must have lived so long because he didn't drink coffee. And all the Utah concubines. ;)

One of Ezra Taft Benson's more colorful quotes was, "It is nearly impossible to be a good Democrat and to be a good American." ohno:

In 1994, the year Benson died, another rabid right-wing Republican was saying similar things and stoking conservative white male paranoia against grunge rockers and rappers. Guys who supported this politico normally listened to country music. His name was. . . Newt Gingrich.

http://www.mpp.org/photos/Gingrich.jpg

The Georgia congressman was a flame-throwing rabble rouser (or was he a rabble-rousing flame thrower?) who, as the the second most powerful member of the minority Republican party in the House, attacked the patriotism and policies of everyone he did not like. Speaker Tom Foley ignored the little snotnose. It wasn't like the Republicans would win back the House any time soon and make Gingrich Speaker. . . was it? :eek:

[ABlairican Pie]

One Irish band that made big waves was The Cranberries, fronted by Delores O'Riordan,whose lovely voice was heard on such hits as "Dreams" and "Linger" from their album Everybody's Doing It, So Why Not We?" She certainly was not as jarring as Sinead O'Connor. Even Adam Clayton of U2 was a big supporter of the band from Limerick.

Dreams

Oh my life is changing everyday
Every possible way
Though my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems
Never quite as it seems

I know I felt like this before
But now I’m feeling it even more
Because it came from you

Then I open up and see
The person fumbling here is me
A different way to be

I want more, impossible to ignore
Impossible to ignore
They’ll come true, impossible not to do
Impossible not to do

Now I tell you openly
You have my heart so don’t hurt me
For what I couldn’t find

Talk to me amazing mind
So understanding and so kind
You’re everything to me

Oh my life is changing everyday
Every possible way
Though my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems
’cause you’re a dream to me
Dream to me

:banana: :mango

[Steve M.]

With the Beatles's Apple company and EMI having finally ended the litigation that began when Mariah Carey was still in the maternity ward, rumors began circulating about a Beatles reunion project that employed some unfinished John Lennon tapes with new contributiuons from Paul, George, and Ringo. Apple had already begun issuing new Beatles CD titles, beginning with the 1993 CD release of the 1973 "red" and "blue" greatest-hits albums. (Now it can be told - Republicans like the 1962-1966 hits; Democrats, the 1967-1970 hits. :lol: ) Unreleased material - BBC tapes last heard in 1982 - were rumored to be on the way.

But a reunion project? New Beatles songs? Yeah, right. ;)

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(The "Threetles" - Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr - and their families at Ringo's wedding to American actress Barbara Bach in April 1981. A reunion of a different sort was rumored to be going on in 1994. )

[ABlairican Pie]

Linger

If you, if you could return
Don’t let it burn, don’t let it fade
I’m sure I’m not being rude
But it’s just your attitude
It’s tearing me apart
It’s ruining everything
And I swore, I swore I would be true
And honey so did you
So why were you holding her hand
Is that the way we stand
Were you lying all the time
Was it just a game to you

But I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger

Oh, I thought the world of you
I thought nothing could go wrong
But I was wrong
I was wrong
If you, if you could get by
Trying not to lie
Things wouldn’t be so confused
And I wouldn’t feel so used
But you always really knew
I just wanna be with you

And I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to. do you have to
Do you have to let it linger

And I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger

You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger

[Steve M.]

Nicky Hopkins, British rock's greatest pianist, died in 1994. :(

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Having played with the Beatles (the electric piano on "Revolution?" him), the Rolling Stones, the Who, the Kinks, and Family, among others, and having released his own album in 1973 (The Tin Man Was A Dreamer), Hopkins was a masterful musician who always left his mark on other people's records without overshadowing the artists he played for. Ray Davies deemed him irreplaceable.

[ABlairican Pie]

Delores O'Riordan is also been known to have struggled with anorexia, but as of lately, she seems to have managed it.

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While American alternative was heading into a period of dormancy after Kurt Cobain's death, one band from England was amassing rave reviews: Oasis, a band fronted by brothers Noel and Liam Gallagher, who played guitar and collaborated on song writing. Noel, a former roadie for Madchester band Inspiral Carpets a few years earlier (and thought they totally "sucked"), wanted to form a band that would be "the missing link between The Beatles and The Sex Pistols". Their debut album Definitely Maybe was the album that put a new musical movement on the map--or at least revived it: Britpop. From there, the future looked bright--not counting the in-band fighting, drunkenness and disorderly behavior. All in a day's work for rock and roll.

Rock and Roll Star

I live my life in the city
There's no easy way out
The day's moving just too fast for me
I need some time in the sunshine
Gotta slow it right down
The day's moving just too fast for me
I live my life for the stars that shine
People say it's just a waste of time
When they said I should feed my head
That to me was just a day in bed
I'll take my car and drive real far
They're not concerned about the way we are
In my mind my dreams are real
Now you concerned about the way I feel

Tonight I'm a rock n roll star

I live my life in the city
There's no easy way out
The day's moving just too fast for me
I need some time in the sunshine
Gotta slow it right down
The day's moving just too fast for me

Tonight I'm a rock n roll star

:guitar: :guitar:

[ABlairican Pie]

Live Forever

Maybe I don't really want to know
How your garden grows cos I just want to fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain as it soaks you to the bone
Maybe I just want to fly
I want to live I don't want to die
Maybe I just want to breath
Maybe I just don't believe
Maybe you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

Maybe I don't really want to know
How your garden grows cos I just want to fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain as it soaks you to the bone

Maybe I will never be
All the things that I want to be
But now is not the time to cry
Now's the time to find out why
I think you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever
Maybe I don't really want to know
How your garden grows cos I just want to fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain as it soaks you to the bone

Maybe I just want to fly
I want to live I don't want to die
Maybe I just want to breath
Maybe I just don't believe
Maybe you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

We're gonna live forever
Gonna live forever
Live forever
Live forever

:guitar: :guitar:

[ABlairican Pie]

"I want to outdo The Beatles... If you don't want to be bigger than The Beatles then it's just a hobby." --Noel Gallagher

Supersonic

I need to be myself
I can't be no one else
I'm feeling supersonic
Give me gin and tonic
You can have it all but how much do you want it?
You make me laugh
Give me your autograph
Can I ride with you in your B.M.W ?
You can sail with me in my yellow submarine

You need to find out
'Cos no one's gonna tell you what I'm all about
You need to find a way for what you want to say
But before tomorrow'

'Cos my friend said he'd take you home
He sits in a corner all alone
He lives under a waterfall
No body can see him
No body can ever hear him call

You need to be yourself
You can't be no one else
I know a girl called Elsa
She's into Alka Seltzer
She sniffs it through a cane on a supersonic train
And she makes me laugh
I got her autograph
She done it with a doctor on a helicopter
She's sniffin in her tissue
Sellin' the Big Issue'

when she finds out
'no one's gonna tell you what I'm on about
you need to find a way for what you want to say
But before tomorrow

'Cos my friend said he'd take you home
He sits in a corner all alone
He lives under a waterfall
No body can see him
No body can ever hear him call

:guitar: :guitar:

[ABlairican Pie]

It was at this time when Pearl Jam began its long feud with Ticketmaster, the megagiant ticket agency which they claimed had a monopoly over ticket prices. They balked at the outrageous service charges which outpriced the tickets from the hands of those who were not able to afford them. They boycotted the ticket giant and refused to business with any venue which did business with them--thus locking themselves out of nearly every venue in the country. Ticketmaster argued that their steep service charges guaranteed good seating, unlike an attempt by the band to form their own line of ticket service, which got bogged down in red tape and mishandling. Pearl Jam brought their issue to the House of Representatives, claiming Ticketmaster was a monopoly, and should be investigated for unethical practices.

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Veruca Salt were a Chicago band named after the Blair-Warner-esque rich brat character in the Charlie/Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. The name of their debut album came from the line in AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long" ("...knocking me out with those American Thighs"), and two of the members had much to brag about in the leg department: Louis Post and Nina Gordon were the female frontwomen in the band, another hopeful sign that women were being taken more seriously in rock. Their hit "Seether" was about a cat.

Seether

Ow!
Seether is neither loose nor tight,
Seether is neither black nor white.
I tried to keep her on a short leash,
I tried to calm her down.
I tried to ram her into the ground, yeah.

Can’t fight the seether x3
I can’t see her ’till I’m foaming at the mouth.

Seether is neither big nor small.
Seether is the center of it all.
I tried to rock her in my cradle,
I tried to knock her out,
I tried to cram her back in my mouth, yeah.

Can’t fight the seether ( seether ) x3
I can’t see her ’till I’m foaming at the mouth.

Keep her down, boiling water,
Keep her down, what a lovely daughter.
Oh, she is not born like other girls,
But I know how to conceive her.
Oh, she may not look like other girls,
But she’s a snarl-toothed seether, seether!

Can’t fight the seether ( seether ) x3
I can’t see her ’till I’m foaming at the mouth.
Seether
Can’t fight the seether ( seether ) x3
I can’t see her ’till I’m foaming at the mouth.
Yeah.

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

It's strange why this band did not get bigger. They were really good, and their vocal harmonies were excellent.

Superman '79

You’re so nice, you tie me in a web,
And cradle me ’till dawn.
You’re so deadly that I can see your breath
Beneath me when you’re gone.
You’re so windy, I’d like to pin you down
And tack you to the wall,
Spiderman, spiderman.
Spider sunday, you blaze up from the south
With oil on your hands.
I’m streaked in grease and grime and idle mouths.
You’ve spoiled all my plans,
Whoa, ho-oh
Spiderman, spiderman, spiderman.
I can’t take more of that x4
Whoa, ho-oh, whoa, ho-oh. whoa, ho-oh. ho-oh. x3
Tiny truckstop, you lay me in a towel,
And savor me like a lamb.
You smell of corduroy and lemon drops
And reds pulled from a can.
I dream in black and white,
I’ve long forgot exactly, who I am, am,
A spiderman, spiderman, spiderman, oh man, spiderman.
Whoa, ho-oh, whoa, ho-oh. whoa, ho-ho. ho-oh. spiderman.
Whoa, ho-oh, whoa, ho-oh. whoa, ho-oh. ho-oh. spiderman.
Whoa, ho-oh, whoa, ho-oh. whoa, ho-oh. ho-oh. spiderman.

:guitar: :banana: :mango:

[ABlairican Pie]

Victrola

You’re so wonderful, I adore you,
I adore you, I adore you, victrola.

You’re so audio, don’t remove me,
To a movie, I am grooving, victrola.

Ahhh... happy new year
Ahhh... happy new year
Ahhh... happy new year
Ahhh... , ahhh... , ahhh...
Ahhh... happy new year , ahhh...

You’re my winter love,
I can lie here
With you so near ,
We both live here
Happy new year,
You’re my sweet dear
Victrola victrola-ahhh-ahhh.

:guitar: :banana: :mango:

[ABlairican Pie]

Number One Blind

Be my blind.
Be it all the time.
Be it night or day.
Take my sun away.
Away... Levolor, which of us is blind?
;Levolor left me in the dark
Levolor, I can't see a thing but you.
Is it morning? It is time.
It is time, Oh, oh.
Blind me, please.
I am on my hands and knees.
I can only pray.
Take my sun away.
Away... Levolor, which of us is blind?
Levolor left me in the dark
Levolor, I can't see a thing but you.
Is it morning?
Away... Levolor, which of us is blind?
Levolor left me in the dark
Levolor, I can't see a thing but you.
Is it morning?
Levolor. [x4]

:guitar: :banana: :mango:

Nina Gordon and Louise Post. You can't get much better than a pink Gibson Flying V!: