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

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Forsythia

Yellow baby,
A yellow baby is a bad sign.
But I don’t mind, I don’t mind,
Ohhh, forsythia.

Spider monkey,
A spider monkey is a good lie.
But I don’t know why,
Ohhh, forsythia, oh-ohhh.

I don’t mind sitting in the way way back.
I don’t mind, lying to my friends.

One thing about forsythia,
She comes around and I get lost
Against her yellow, I’m no longer me.

Yellow daisy, a dandelion or a pussywillow,
It’s a different thing.
Oh-oh, forsythia. forsythia. forsythia.
One thing about forsythia,
She comes around and I get lost
Against her yellow I’m no longer me.
One thing about forsythia
There’s one thing about forsythia

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Nine Inch Nails released one of their/Trent Reznor's most successful albums, The Downward Spiral, which featured some of their/his biggest songs, such as "Closer", "Hurt", and last year's "March of the Pigs". The lyrics on some of the songs were bound to raise more than a few eyebrows.

People had figured that Trent Reznor was perhaps the darkest figure in rock. Which made little sense that even he could cry when, while setting up for one show, his Golden Retriever leaped off the stage and died of its injuries. :crying: But some fans were so hardcore that they could not fathom
that Reznor felt pain and hurt like anyone--one fan was so cold as to suggest "he get over" his dog dying, death happens, man. Like Trent was supposed to be this "embrace death" kind of guy. :rolleyes:

But as much as Reznor was making a name for himself, one of his fans and followers would be mentored by him and become a protege, and eventually eclipse his dark star.

Closer

you let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
I want to f*** you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to f*** you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to f*** you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to f*** you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god

through every forest, above the trees
within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
you are the reason I stay alive

:whip

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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

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

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This is Nine Inch Nails' best songs. What is even more amazing is who would go on to cover it.

Hurt

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear my crown of ****
on my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stain of time
the feeling disappears
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

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In Canton, Ohio, one young nerdy kid found himself alone and alienated from all the other upstanding young boys and girls in his class at a Christian school. Try as he might, Brian Warner tried to fit though others thought he was so socially awkward and inept. He was criticized by his stick-in-the-mud prissy teacher (whom he lusted after though he personally loathed her) and humiliated constantly, threatened with various punishments. His class was so hardcore that they constantly harped on about the end of the world and who was going to hell. Young Brian agonized for days at the thought of Armageddon and the Apocalypse, and the rise of the Antichrist. End Time teachings were a hot topic at his school. His mother actually worked for t.v. faith healer Ernest Angely, while the rest of his family remained Episcopalian ("diet Catholic", in his words). He feared what would happen in those days when the Rapture took place to snatch every good Christian out of a big bad, evil world that was run by a future evil leader from Hell. Would he be left? What would happen to him? These questions plagued him through adolescence.

When he discovered rock and roll, he had found a forbidden treat: good Christians were not allowed to listen to it, but he and his friends secretly traded albums amongst themselves. He got into all the heavy metal bands, and soon joined up with some friends who introduced him to "black magic" and drugs. He was scared at first, but then became enamored completely by it. He would eventually find friends who shared his desire to form a dark theatrical band when his family moved down to Florida, where a thriving underground metal scene was flourishing. He became...

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MARILYN MANSON!!!!

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Brian Warner decided to start a band with names combining both sex symbols and mass murderers, reflecting America's two biggest obsessions. He himself became Marilyn Manson, after the names Marilyn Monroe and Charles Manson. His band would become known as Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids, featuring Stephen Bier as Madonna Wayne Gacy,Scott Putesky as Daisy Berkowitz, Perry Pandrae as Zsa Zsa Speck, Brian Tutunick as Olivia Newton Bundy, Freddy Streithorst as Sara Lee Lucas, Brad Stewart as Gidget Gein, and lastly but not least, Jeordie White as Twiggy Ramirez. The band attracted the attention of Trent Reznor who released their first album Portrait of an American Family on his own Nothing label. The band succeeded at shocking and thrilling audiences with their outrageous costumes and theatrics, much in the way Alice Cooper had twenty years before.

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When Marilyn Manson assumed his role as the lead singer of a shock rock band, suddenly he felt that he had no more fears of that which plagued him during his days in Christian school. Clearly his persona was a reaction against the soul-draining, crushing conformity and repression he had endured there. He had become his school's worst nightmare.

Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids:

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The lyrics to the album are rather explicit and nicely decadent, so here is one of the more printable songs. Not sure if most people would go for the track "Cake and Sodomy". The song below carries a theme which would figure later in his career.

Dogma

Burn the witches, burn the witches, don't take time to sew your stiches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges, don't take time to sew your stiches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate
You cannot sedate all the things you rape

Lunchbox

On we plow
The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
Try to tell me, tell me he's the best
But I don't really give a good goddamn cause
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I wanna grow up
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
So no one f***s with me
I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
Wanna go out, gotta get out
To the playground, gonna throw down at the playground
I wanna go out
Next MFer gonna get my metal
Next MFer gonna get my metal
Next MFer gonna get my metal
Next MFer gonna get my metal
Pow pow pow, pow pow pow, pow pow pow, pow pow pow
I wanna grow up
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up
I wanna be
So no one f***s with me

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Dope Hat/Diary of a Dope Fiend/Dance of the Dope Hats

I peek into the hole, I struggle for control
The children love the show, but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
Fail to see the anguish in my eyes
I scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in
The crowd begins to grin, but they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it's no surprise
Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
My bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that
My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise
Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
They will bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes
Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
Chicanery will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me

note: Diary of a Dope Fiend uses the word "chicken" instead of "monkey".

POAF back cover:

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Jonathan Davis was frustrated with his day job as a mortician's assistant--which he found too traumatizing and not quite the cool thing he thought it would be. So he hooked up with two guitarists in Bakersfield, California by the names of James Schaffer, aka Munky and Brian Warner, aka Head, and formed the band.....

KORN!!!!!

The band was a far cry from their roots in Bakersfield, California, the country music capital on the West Coast. Head and Munky used Ibanez 7-string guitars, Steve Vai's invention, for a purpose other than what the Vai-Master intended. They found they could get solid heavy chunk chords with the extra bottom A string. They did not want to shred like Vai, but incorporate more urban rhythms into heavy music. Heavy metal may have been going through a lean transitional period, but Korn was creating a newer brand of metal that combined what most kids were listening to now (rap and hip-hop) with the tools of metal into what would become nu-metal. It was not about melody so much as dissonant riffs with Davis' half-whispered, half-growled vocals. Traditional metal fans were put off: "THIS is a metal band??"
They accused the band of rap sellouts, the only difference is that they played guitars. Other fans related to the band's streetwise sound and confessional lyrics. Davis was also a dark figure, but more tortured than malevolent. Clearly he had deeper issues inside. He "sang" as if he were on the verge of a major meltdown.

Why the name KORN? It was the name of the radio station on Hee Haw! :lol:

Blind

ARE YOU READY?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This place inside my mind, a place I like to hide
You don't know the chances. What if I should die?!
A place inside my brain, another kind of pain
You don't know the chances. I'm so blind!

Another place I find to escape the pain inside
You don't know the chances. What if I should die?!
A place inside my brain, another kind of pain
You don't know the chances. I'm so blind!

Deeper and deeper and deeper as I journey to
live a life that seems to be a lost reality
that can never find a way to reach.
My inner selfesteem is low.
How deep can I go in the ground that I lay?
If I don't find a way to see through the gray that clouds my mind.
This time I look to see what's between the lines!

I can see, I can see, I'm going blind... [x12]
I'm blind [x4]

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

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In a move not seen since AC/DC did it with "It's a Long Way to the Top (If You Want to Rock and Roll", Korn used bagpipes on this song. What is the cause of Jonathan Davis' dark lyrics? Read on:

Shoots and Ladders

Ring around the rosies
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head
Into my childhood they're spoonfed
Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real
Look at the pages that cause all this evil

One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, shut the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, lay them straight

London bridges falling down, falling down, falling down
London bridges falling down, my fair lady

Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home
. . . this old man came,
Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow!

Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow!
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool
Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow!
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow!
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool
Mary had a little lamb!
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full

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

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Some of Korn's lyrics were deeply confessional, such as "F*get" and "Clown", which verbalize Davis' abuse from others. He was called a series of gay epithets when he was younger. He used the music to unleash his hostility and pain.

Predictable

I can, in every way
Mistake the pain I feel inside
It comes to me
Evil thoughts is creeping through my mind
Who are you to say that I can't speak what's on my mind?
It runs away
It's so predictable

I can, in every way, feel the stress that tangles up inside
Too blind to see, emptiness and sorrow of their lives
You run away to the cover of their pointless ties
You ask me?
It's so predictable

I'm gonna try
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna try

another day
Silence overwhelms my mind
who is to say
If I have the time, oh why
should I pray
for all the hate to go away
another day
I can never break free
You wait for me
I call out to you
Another day
I'll live forever!

[robyrob]

It's strange why this band did not get bigger. They were really good, and their vocal harmonies were excellent.
:guitar: :banana: :mango:

...because Bob Rock turned their second album into just another Bob Rock album, and then Nina wanted out....

they've always been one of my favorite bands :rock: :guitar: ::mumble:

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Pantera followed up with their hugely successful Vulgar Display of Power with
Far Beyond Driven, their highly anticipated release which astounded all
by debuting at #1, beating out other artists such as Ace of Base! But some critics felt that the music was a sort of contrived attempt at "out-heavy-ing"
its predecessor, it didn't seem like a natural progression from the musical direction of Vulgar Display. No matter. Dime and the boys were there to prove that metal was far from dead, they were the band that stuck to their guns, unlike Metallica, who toned down the thrash and had gone corporate. A hellacious, rowdy Pantera concert was where true metal fans were.

The album featured such blistering classics as "I'm Broken", "5 Minutes Alone", Becoming", and a rather different cover song, Black Sabbath's "Planet Caravan", something a little different for a band that was not known for softness and subtlety.

This track is sheer genius:

I'm Broken

I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins while loved ones
Mourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing,
Eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take?
Too young for ones conclusion, the lifestyle won.
Such values you taught your son. That's how.

Look at me now. I'm broken.
Inherit my life.

One day we all will die, a cliched fact of life. Force fed
To make us heed. Inbred to sponge our bleed. Every
Warning, a leaking rubber, a poison apple for mingled
Blood. Too young for ones delusion the lifestyle cost
Venereal Mother embrace the los$. That's how

Look at you now. You're broken
Inherit your life.

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

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The squeals of the guitar with harmonics and a wah pedal on this are absolutely twisted. Dimebag was amazing with his uncanny guitar ability on this track.

Becoming

A long time ago I never knew myself. Then the memory
Of shame birthed its gift.
No more. The small one, the weak one, the frightened one.
Running from beatings, deflating. I'm becoming more
Than a man. More than you ever were. Driven and burning
To rise beyond Jesus.

I'm born again with snakes eyes
Becoming Godsize

I found my life was slipping through my hands. Perhaps
Through death my life won't be so bad.
I can see you, can :censored: you, inside of you. Staring through
Your eyes. Belittle your friends to serve me, to suck me,
To realize my saving grasp. I of suicide. I the unlord.

I'm born again with snakes eyes
Becoming Godsize

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

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This song deals with an incident involving Phil Anselmo and some unlucky individual in the legal profession who passed judgement on him before the facts were all in--and it apparently turned ugly. This is one of their most popular songs.

5 Minutes Alone

I see you had your mind all made up you group of
Pitiful liars. Before I woke to face the day, your master
Plan transpired. -Something told me- this job had more to
Meet the eye. My song is not believed? My words some-
What deceiving? Now I'm unwhole.
You've waged a war of nerves
But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...
5 minutes alone
I read your eyes, your mind was made up. You took me for
A fool. You used complexion of my skin for a counter
Rascist tool. -You can't burn me- I've spilled my guts out
In the past. Taken advantage of because you know where
I've come. My past.
You've waged a war of nerves
But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...
5 minutes alone

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

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Strength Beyond Strength

There is nothing. No education. No family life to open my
Arms to. You'd say that my job is today, yet gone tomorrow.
I'll be broke in a gutter.
I know the opinion. A broken record. F*** you and your
College dream. Fact is, we're stronger than all.
You're working for perfect bodies, perfect minds and perfect
Neighbors. But I'm helping to legalize dope on
Your pristine streets and I'm making a fortune.
You're muscle and gall. Naive at best. I'm bone, brain and
:censored: Deep down stronger than all.
A sad state of affairs. A crippled America. A pipe dream
B***:censored:ed. Immune. Stronger than all.
A lament for a rookie officer, punk ass weak little lamb.
For the mob, truly, does rule at this particular time.
We've grown into a monster. An arrogant, explosive MF***.
Hard as a rock. Shut like a lock.
Finally, the president in submission. He holds out his hand on
Your television and draws back a stump. It's too late for some.
Far too late.
No more holdbacks. No more paying a cops paycheck. Let him
Bust his own child. The son that heeds my word and smokes my dope.
The daughter that :censored: off and snorts cheap anything.
Hail Kings. The new Kings. Stronger than all.
A simple process to legalize. There would not be a choice but to
Take our side. Be there no question of certain strengths. Know
This intention. Forever stronger than all.

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

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This became one of the band's biggest songs. It does justice to the Black Sabbath original, and the CGI video was excellent.

Planet Caravan

We sail through endless skies
stars shine like eyes
the black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
falls down in tears
light of the night
The earth, a purple blaze
of sapphire haze
in orbit always

While down below the trees
bathed in cool breeze
silver starlight breaks down the night
And so we pass on by the crimson eye
of great god Mars
as we travel the universe

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I'm Broken single:

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Live in San Jose bootleg:

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Megadeth followed up Countdown to Extinction with an album that felt a little more disappointing to fans, Youthanasia, which went into a little more commercial direction, but even contained a sort of Pearl Jam-y groove-metal hit, "Train of Consequences". Released on Halloween of 1994, the truly scary thing to many fans was how far the band was moving away from its thrash roots--were they trying to keep up with Metallica? Dave Mustaine was apparently oblivious to criticism, being the perfectionist he was. Regardless, the album features many decent tracks including "Reckoning Day," "Addicted to Chaos", "Tout Le Monde", and "Elysian Fields".

The album cover, designed by Hugh Syme, most noted for Rush album cover illustrations, was actually banned in Singapore. :eek: Some people obviously didn't like the idea of a nanny hanging up babies on a clothes line. :lol: Obviously someone didn't get the connection with the play on words regarding the expendability of young people in today's world.

Reckoning Day

I like the way that I make you itch
And all the reasons I give you to bitch
And how I make you wanna scream in pain
And feel your life is just a losing game

I like the way that you let me in
The way you look when the walls cave in
I like the way that your stomach knots
And how you cry for it all to stop

I like the way that you fool yourself
And make believe there's nobody else
I like the way that you stand in line
And beg salvation from the empty skies

Don't want no revenge
Ain't no pay back time
It ain't called getting even
Here comes the reckoning day

I like the things that you try to fake
And your face when I see you break
And that you say you will pray for me
You realize you are prey for me

I like the way you stay on attack
No matter what, I keep coming back
And how you try to hold me down
But you end up driven to the ground

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

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Train of Consequences

I'm doing you a favor
As I'm taking all your money
I guess I should feel sorry
But I don't even trust me
There's bad news creeping up
And you feel a sudden chill
How do you do? My name is trouble
I'm coming in for the kill...
And you know I will

Set the ball A-Rollin
I'll be clicking off the miles
On the train of consequences
My boxcar life O' style
My thinking is derailed
I'm tied up to the tracks
The train of consequences
There ain't no turning back

No horse ever ran as fast
As the money that you bet
I'm blowing on my cards
And I play them to my chest
Life's fabric is corrupt
Shot through with corroded thread
As for me I hocked my brains
Packed my bags and headed west

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

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The next song is one of the best on the album, it deals with a tragic turn of events when Dave Mustaine was overcoming his drug dependency. His drug counsellor who was helping him give up drugs was later found dead of an overdose from the drugs he had convinced Mustaine to hand over to him. The event was so shocking and unbelieveable to him--was this counsellor using unknowing Dave as his own personal drug connection?? :eek: :confused: Later in a guitar magazine interview, Dave could laugh about it: He talked about the irony of it all, but while searching for the word irony, he came up with dichotomy, but then said ultimately that the guy was a "dickhead"! :lol:

Addicted to Chaos

Only yesterday they told me you were gone
All these normal people, will I find another one?
Monkey on my back, Aching my bones
I forgot you said "One day you'll walk alone"
I said I need you, does that make me wrong?
Am I a weak man, are you feeling strong?
My heart was blackened, It's bloody red
A hole in my heart, a hole in my head?

Who will help me up?
Where's the helping hand?
Will you turn on me?
Is this my final stand?

In a dream I cannot see
Tangled abstract fallacy
Random turmoil builds in me
I'm addicted to chaos

Lights shined on my path,
Turn bad days into good
Turn breakdowns into blocks, I smashed 'em
Cause I could
My brain was Labored, My head would spin
Don't let me down, don't give up, don't give in
The rain comes down, cold wind blows
The plans we made are back up on the road
Turn up my collar, welcome the unknown
Remember that you said
"One day you'll walk alone"

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

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This is one of their most popular songs:

A Tout Le Monde

Don't remember where I was
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became
I had no idea what it'd cost
My life passed before my eyes
I found out how little I accomplished
All my plans denied

So as you read this know my friends
I'd love to stay with you all
Please smile when you think of me
My body's gone that's all

€ tout le monde
€ tout mes amis
Je vous aime
Je dois partir
These are the last words
I'll ever speak
And they'll set me free

If my heart was still alive
I know it would surely break
And my memories left with you
There's nothing more to say
Moving on is a simple thing
What it leaves behind is hard
You know the sleeping feel no more pain
And the living are scarred

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

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Elsyian Fields

Uneasy feeling, Burning out my eyes
I hope the end is less painful than my life
I stand on trial before the gods
On Judgement day
A blink of an eye between
The cradle and the grave

One last look at visions of flesh
The last hope of man on earth
Pontius Pilate still washing his hands
The world don't want to be saved
Only left alone

Elysian Fields...
We are storming the heavens
To raise the swords and shields
We ascend to our destiny
To the Elysian fields

Soaring to the sun
With blood upon their wings
Superstitious dust left twisting in the wind
Man still has one belief
One decree that stands alone
The laying down of arms
I like cancer to their bones

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

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Youthanasia

Who'd believe with the way things are here
We'd be going anywhere telling people
How to live?
Who'd believe we'd spend more
Shippin' drugs and guns
Than to educate our sons? Sorry but
That's what they did

I can't help but think,
Someone's forsaken you and me

Luck deserted me and the truth
Beat out my brains
Men rise on stepping stones of their
Selves to higher things
I've stepped over lots of bodies on my way
Thanks for the information don't need no
More anything

We are the damned of all the world
With sadness in our hearts
The wounded of the wars
We've been hung out to dry
You didn't want us anyway
And now we're making up our minds
You tell us how to run our lives
We run for youthanasia

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

[Steve M.]

Baby boomers, having taken over American radio stations, quickly purged '70s MOR acts like the Carpenters in an act of revenge against the straights who put their records on the charts. . . and replaced them with '90s MOR acts like Celine Dion and Michael Bolton. :barf: But the Carpenters could not be stopped. :)

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In 1994, the tribute album If I Were A Carpenter, was released. The album featured cover versions of songs Karen and Richard made famous - covers from alternative rock acts! Seems that Generation Xers remembered these songs fondly, as it took them back to the early seventies, when Mom and Dad were always standing by and the only thing you had to worry about was catching the school bus in the morning. Not to mention memories of going for lunch at the balcony restaurant at the Strawbridge and Clothier in the Oxford Valley Mall in the Philadelphia suburbs, and getting chocolate pudding for dessert. :) Here's the lineup:

"Goodbye To Love," American Music Club
"Top of the World," Shonen Knife
"Superstar," Sonic Youth
"Close To You," the Cranberries
"For All We Know," Bette Serveert
"It's Gonna Take Some Time," Dishwalla
"Solitaire," Sheryl Crow
"Hurting Each Other," Johnette Napolitano and Marc Moreland
"Yesterday Once More," Redd Kross
"Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft," Babes In Toyland
"Rainy Days and Mondays," Cracker
"Let Me Be the One," Matthew Sweet
"Bless the Beasts and Children," 4 Non Blondes
"We've Only Just Begun," Grant Lee Buffalo

(Note how "Goodbye to Love" is the first track and "We've Only Just Begun" is the last. ;) )

RIchard Carpenter wholeheartedly approved this unironic tribute record, and he even appreared on Matthew Sweet's track. With Gen Xers being able to listen to their first favorite pop group's songs in updated form, it really did seem like yesterday once more.

Pass the chocolate pudding. :D

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One theatrical band that caused a minor sensation was Green Jello, who, due to copyright infringement warnings from General Foods Corporation, changed it to Green Jelly. The band featured characters in cartoony papier-mache masks, until the members of Gwar told them, "Dude! Use LATEX!!" The band's claim to fame was their heavy metal version of the tale of the Three Little Pigs, played with braindead simplicity and a ton of volume and distortion. The song is absolutely HILARIOUS! :lol:

Their 1993 album Cereal Killer Soundtrack introduced us to such interesting characters as Son of Toucan Sam. :p

Three Little Pigs

(Spoken)
Why don't you, sit right back,
and I, I may tell you, a tale.
A tale of three, little pigs,
and a BIG, BAD, WOLF.

Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hick.
He spent most of his days, just a dreamin of the city.
And then one day, he bought a guitar.
He moved to Hollywood, to become a star.
But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.
Built his house out of straw, what a pity.
And then one day, jammin on some chords,
along came the wolf, knocking on his door.

(Chorus)
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!
Well I'm huffin, I'm puffin, I'll blow your house in.
Huffin, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffin, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffin and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!!!

Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.
He spent most of his day just in ganja smokin.
Huffin and a puffin down on Venice Beach.
Getting paid money for religious speech.
He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.
Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,
and along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.

(Chorus)

Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.
His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.
Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.
Built his house from his architect knowledge.
A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.
Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills.
And then one day came the old house smasher
the BIG BAD WOLF THE LITTLE PIGGY SLASHER.

(Chorus)

Well the big bad Wolf,
well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.
And low and behold the little piggy's house stood.
"IT'S MADE OUT OF CONCRETE!" the little piggy shouted.
The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.
So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.
The sent out RAMBO, just as fast, as they could.

(Rambo)
"YO, WOLF-FACE, I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!"

Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.
So thats to end the story, for you and me.
If you still give a listen, you just may, here a big wolf or little piggy say.

(Chorus)

"And the moral of the story is, ' A band with no talent can easily amuse
idiots, with a stupid, puppet show."

pig: pig: pig:

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

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Obey the Cowgod

Are you ready to obey the cowgod?

We live in a country, we can't eat meat
Obey the cowgod
We live in a country, where there is no, there's no Burger Kings
Obey the cowgod
We live in a country, where there is no, there's no McDonalds
Obey the cowgod

Ah dopey, dopey, dopey, dopey
I'm a cow, and I'm gonna roam through your village
And I'm gonna eat all of your food
But you don't care, because I'm a, I'm a...sacred cow!
Obey the cowgod

We live in a country, where there is no, there's no Beefcake The Mighty
Obey the cowgod
We live in a country, where there is no, there's no beef-by products
Obey the cowgod

You, on your knees
You, get on your knees
Where's those two boneheads?
Get on your knees
Hands behind your heads
And on your knees
You, on your knees
You, get on your knees
I said, on your knees
Get on your knees and pray to the cowgod

Eat my burger, for it is my flesh
And drink my milk, for it is my blood
Obey the cowgod

:notworthy :notworthy :cow: :cow:

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

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Pic of the "worst band of all time", as they dubbed themselves:

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Rob Halford formed a new band with Judas Priest drummer Scott Travis called Fight. Their debut album, War of Words, was a step in a different direction from Judas Priest, with a few elements of the new alternative music and Pantera, but still distinctly Halford, still metal. The lyrics were a little more simplified as well.

Into the Pit

Bear witness to treason
Abeyance they cower
Compulsion of liars
Addicted to power

Into the pit
Into the pit

Conspiring for sation
Malfeasance on high
Obstruction of duty
Disorder will rise

Into the pit
Into the pit

Possession by force
Reprisal to task
Defenceless no longer
Expulsion by mass

Into the pit
Into the pit
Into the pit
Into the pit

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

[ABlairican Pie]

War of Words

Congress shall make no law
Respecting an establishment of religion
Or prohibiting the free exercise thereof
Or abridging the freedom of speech
Or of the press
Or of the right of the people peacefully to assemble
And to petition the government for a re-dress of grievances

Revoke this verbal mental muzzle
Protect the freedom of the mind
Speak out against the prejudicial
Extinguish ignorance by mouth

War of words
War of words

Disarm the bigotry with talk, talk
Incite the darkness from the veil
React to rhetoritic conflict
Object with anger at the law

War of words
War of words
War of words
War of words

Congress shall make no law
Respecting an establishment of religion
Or prohibiting the free exercise thereof
Or abridging the freedom of speech
Or of the press
Or of the right of the people peacefully to assemble
And to petition the government for a re-dress of grievances

Denied opinion comes from silence
Remove the pressure of the tongue
Assault by speech toward the discord
Attack the fundamental creed

War of words
War of words
War of words
War of words
A War of words
A War of words
A War of words
A War

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

Rob's tattoos:

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Another exiled former metal frontman, Bruce Dickinson, released his second solo album which resembled nothing like Maiden, Balls to Picasso. The provocative title actually was Bruce's guess as to how he thought the famed Cubist artist would draw a pair of spheres: as cubes! :lol: So get your mind out of the gutter! :nonono: :lol:

Dickinson used a guitarist by the name of Roy Z. on the album which featured such tracks as "1000 Points of Light", "Shoot All the Clowns", and "Tears of the Dragon", for a very fine album that was all his own.

1000 Points of Light

You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools
You can smuggle in moses and his book of rules
But you can’t take a mother and give her back her son
What kind of freedom is bought with a gun?

People like to build their prison walls
When they’re afraid to look inside a...

Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold

Political speeches, they’re lying in the mud
Nothing else matters but money and blood
Tyranny of freedom is do what you like
There’s a world gone crazy, ’cos it can’t say no

People like to build their prison walls
When they’re afraid to look inside a...

Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold

[george bush:]
’what is it that produces the light? ’
’what is it that makes these thousand points of light shine? ’
’what is it that will make america a kinder and gentler nation? ’
’perhaps I should ask who, who is it? ’

There should be time for love
But there’s too much room for hate
Too much sliding of the truth
Too much abuse of wasted youth

There’s a time for dying
And a time for living, too
Had enough of media lies
Had enough of your alibis

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold

Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold...

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

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Tears of the Dragon

For too long now, there were secrets in my mind
For too long now, there were things I should have said
In the darkness...i was stumbling for the door
To find a reason - to find the time, the place, the hour

Waiting for the winter sun, and the cold light of day
The misty ghosts of childhood fears
The pressure is building, and I can’t stay away

I throw myself into the sea
Release the wave, let it wash over me
To face the fear I once believed
The tears of the dragon, for you and for me

Where I was, I had wings that couldn’t fly
Where I was, I had tears I couldn’t cry
My emotions frozen in an icy lake
I couldn’t feel them until the ice began to break

I have no power over this, you know I’m afraid
The walls I built are crumbling
The water is moving, I’m slipping away...

I throw myself into the sea
Release the wave, let it wash over me
To face the fear I once believed
The tears of the dragon, for you and for me

Slowly I awake, slowly I rise
The walls I built are crumbling
The water is moving, I’m slipping away...

I throw (I throw)
Myself (myself)
Into the sea
Release the wave, let it wash over me
To face (to face)
The fear (the fear)
I once believed
The tears of the dragon, for you and for me

I throw (I throw)
Myself (myself)
Into the sea
Release the wave, let it wash over me
To face (to face)
The fear (the fear)
I once believed
The tears of the dragon, for you and for me

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: :wizard:

[Steve M.]

Former Kiss manager Freddy DeMint, last seen when Neil Bogert had him dropped in a volcano, returned to assemble a tribute album dedicated to the group's former persona. . . PSYCHIC TOMATO! :banana: :rock:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/threecounties/community/carnival/carnival_gallery/images/carnival_people1.jpg
(Psychic Tomato. Who's that guy on the right? :D )

Let's Smooch My Psychic Tomato collected cover versions of songs Kiss wrote and played when they were still a childrne's band playing silly songs for little kids like Debra Messing. The lineup othis album included Barney the Dinosaur singing "Sponge Cake," Bob McGrath of "Sesame Street" doing "Lime Jell-O and Baloney," and the Singing Senators (Trent Lott, Larry Craig, Jim Jeffords) doing "Mr. Potato Head Dunks Himself In Guacomole." Oscar the Grouch sang "You Got To See Yo' FACE!" :mango

Sadly, this album was never issued. Kiss's business manager, Max the Terrible, kidnapped DeMint, covered him with hot tar, and placed him in a Darth Vader costume, in which he is currently on display at a theme park in Greenland. The master tapes to Let's Smooch My Psychic Tomato were reportedly destroyed, although some CD copies are currently under lock and key in the national library of the tiny island nation of St. Bruce's.

P.S. I have just now made all of this up. :lol: party:

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Kings X released Dogman, a more funkier brand of heaviness from the American power trio. The band, who was a favorite of Pantera's Dimebag Darrell, put out songs on the album such as "Black the Sky," "Cigarettes," "Don't Care", and "Go to Hell." Oddly enough, as the band followed suit and adopted the same unpolished intensity as many of the alternative bands had, the threesome still found themselves languishing in commercial anonymity. It seemed only the fans knew and heard it. Their big break as the Next Big Thing of the 90's was slow in coming.

Black the Sky

ok so it can't be right I cry and try and think and fight
ok so I need some help but they can't fix the way I feel.

just one day just one second
maybe just a minute feel no pain.

oh I walk the line
black the sky

ok so I don't think like you do it's not my fault
ok I still try to find that fitting missing part

something keeps me hanging round
I guess my mother made me strong
crawling thru this jungle from this puzzle I come from

[ABlairican Pie]

Cigarettes

have you gotten any cigarettes
and have you got anything for me
I no longer know just what I'm saying
is this how it's supposed to be.

sometimes I think the pain blows my mind
pain blows my mind.

is it june or late september
is it 1993
could you help me to remember
is this how I'm supposed to be

sometimes I think the pain blows my mind
pain blows my mind.

did you ever get those cigarettes
and did you get anything for me
will you help me to remember
when I fall into the sea.

sometimes I think the pain blows my mind
pain blows my mind.


Ty Tabor:

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The title track was a minor hit:

Dogman

give me a dollar or give me 50 cents
let me take it back if that ain't what I meant
give me a coat or give me a bite
give me a light bulb and make sure it's bright
give me the moon or give me everywhere
give me some powder to spray up in the air

let me take my thoughts away to think about another day
remembering the times I pray to help me deal with me
to be the dogman

give me some attention lend me your ear
give me what to do and get me out of here
give me a book give me something to read
give me a horse race and give me who's the lead

let me take my thoughts away to think about another day
remembering the times I pray to help me deal with me
to be the dogman

all the sleeping never waking all the leaves in need of raking
all the business undertaking all my bones and muscles aching
thoughts and mind are surely flaking over
luncheons hands are shaking
surety of no mistaking cars and horns and glass is breaking

give me a color make it black or white
give me a newspaper tell me if it's right
give me a nail or give me a bat
give me a skinny or give me a fat

remembering the times I pray to let me take my thoughts away
to think about another day to help me deal with me
to be the dogman

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

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Kings X seemed to be missing from the Christian radar as well. Since the band had ties to the church and Evangelical Christianity as did U2 and Stryper, for some reason, the band no longer seemed to connect with it. Many people wondered, and from what little was heard, it seemed that bassist/vocalist Doug Pinnick had a few harsh words about the state of affairs
in the church. They hadn't left their faith, but they were frustrated, though not saying about what exactly. When Pinnick later did speak about it, the answer would surprise many.

Don't Care

lies games webs of pain
giving taking oh abuse
contention extension I will not be shamed
crossing the bridge I'm on the way.

I just don't care like I used to
I don't care about you
I just don't care like I used to
I just care about.

blind find peace of mind
it's never what it really is
intention rejection little left away
crossing the bridge I'm on the way.

I just don't care like I used to
I don't care about you
I just don't care like I used to
I just care about you.

such a tossing to and fro it's become clear to me
I just want to see the real from the fantasy.

[Cactus Jack]

Is this Brucew Dickinson the same guy eho wants more cowbell?

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Another intense metal band along the likes of Pantera was Machine Head, whose 1994 album Burn My Eyes featured such blistering tracks as "Davidian," "A Nation on Fire", "I'm Your God Now" and "Death Church". It was pretty safe to say that the Aqua-Net legions of pop metal were in for a long hibernation with the more extreme versions of metal still lurking beneath the radar.

Davidian

Blind man ask me forgiveness
I won't deny myself
Disrespect you have given
Your suffering's my wealth
I feed off pain, force fed to love it
And now I swallow whole
I'll never live in the past
Let freedom ring with a shotgun blast!!!!

Burn my fist to the concrete
My fear is my strength
Power, rage unbound because
Been pounded by the streets
Cyanide blood burns down the skyline
Hatred is purity
The bullet connects at last
Let freedom ring with a shotgun blast!!!!

Scarred
Pour the salt in the wound
Unscarred

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

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A Nation On Fire

Well I see, I feel
On my way
You close your eyes, scared to think
You might see
A world that spends more to kill than to cure
Living, writhing, diseased, so unpure

It hardens me, the things I see
But I won't break, it gives me strength

[Chorus:]
Our suffering, won't always be
We'll dominate, this nation on fire

The media it
Blinds our eyes
A people divided
And force feds lies
The black and white societies corrode
Warring, hating, blind, a rage explodes

So take my hand across this land
I won't go down, stand my ground

[Chorus]

This nation's built on fighting war after war
And for my brothers, I will fight and stand for
'Cause I won't break, Your truth is fake
If blood ran red, You's leave me for dead
A nation on fire
A nation on fire

You tell me peace, Well I hear gunshots all night
The scars I have, I've earned 'cause I've had to fight
An endless pain, and it won't change
We just sat by, and watched this world die
A nation on fire
A nation on fire

[ABlairican Pie]

I'm Your God Now

So pain told you to take her
Well I learned to accept that feeling
'Cause I found how to numb it
If only for just a short while
I'd get so high, I'd forget my own name
I scarred my fist, I scarred my brain
I think that i'm going insane
I think that I'm going insane

So Drink up, so shoot in
Why must this feeling end
I crawled in my narcotic shell
Was crucified in my own hell
A gutter's where I found myself
Among the waste I chose to dwell
I chose to dwell

So now I'm in your system
And I'm what helps you numb your pain
With time you will confide in me
So lonely my friend, I've made you lose control
You'll use me more and more with time
Our friendship grows with each mainline
So glad that you could be so blind
So glad that you could be so blind

So drink up, so shoot in
'Cause I'll make this feeling end
I built you this narcotic shell
I crucifies you in your hell
Your life not yours, you're just my slave
I am your messiah of pain
And time has come to
Time has come to, time has come to
There is no time to pray

'Cause I'm your God now

Davidian clip:

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Is this Brucew Dickinson the same guy eho wants more cowbell?That's the one!! :yeahthat :nod: :lol: The rock god of Iron Maiden.......WANTS MORE COWBELL!!!!! :cow: :lol:

[ABlairican Pie]

Another band upping the cheer factor was Obituary, with their album World Demise which surprised everyone with actually having lyrics rather than vocalist John Tardy's growling, screaming vocals without actual words. The album, with songs such as "Don't Care", "Burned In", "Splattered", "Final Thoughts", and the titles was a complete picture of bleakness and futility. All that you would expect for a quality death metal band.

Don't Care

Go on don't do well.
Where I feed the living hearts.
I got a torch to light.
Feel these melting fires burn.

I don't care what they say.
I don't care.
I'll do what I want.

I am by your side.
Tell me you think what to do.
No way. I don't fear and slow down.
Your following in my grave.

I don't care what they say.
I don't care.
I'll do what I want.

Your ways I despise.
Your thoughts, "Get with your own kind."
We've got fumes to behold.
Setting, one size of fortune

Farewell to great friends
These will face the burning sun.
Tattooed shadows lifted.
Fear not, light the burning plague.

I don't care what they say.
I don't care.
I'll do what I want.

Bright lights sear his face.
Pitfalls twisting.
Call me far from cause
I survived through all this hell.

I don't care
I don't care.
Don't care.

I don't care.
Don't care.
I really don't care.

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World Demise

I have found, you have found
Before you, living grown.
Come to pain, for life.
Follow my fear, existing to die.

The coming fall and following in my steps.
Do live out all my life.
Do remain in constant fear.
Going to sigh and hasten to burn.

I'm the one who finds and paid to live in your light
And with the light, a cross between sin.
The fall to two. lies great divide, in silence.
And counting graves lies full.

Go to die.
Come to burn.
World demise.

Go we'll die.
The shocked earth groans.
The world demise.

World demise.
Go to die.
Come to burn.

The world demise
World demise. [x2]

[ABlairican Pie]

Dream Theater returned with another excellent work, Awake, which was a progressive rock master piece with amazing instrumentation and lyrics all around. It was one of those prog albums like any 70's Pink Floyd which had to be listened to in its entirety to get the full effect. Guitarist John Petrucci was making full use of his 7-string Ibanez (unlike the guys in Korn) and was becoming one of the last remaining guitar heroes in a day and age which had forgotten what one was. His playing was fast, fluid, and intense.

6:00

[Samples from the film "The Dead", an adaptation of James Joyce's short story from his book]
"Six o'clock on a Christmas morning..."
"And for what?"
"Well, isn't it for the honor of God, Aunt Kate?"
"I know all about the honor of God, Mary Jane."

Six o'clock the siren kicks him from a dream
Tries to shake it off but it just won't stop
Can't find the strength but he's got promises to keep
And wood to chop before he sleeps

I may never get over
but never's better than now
I've got bases to cover

He's in the parking lot and he's just sitting in his car
It's nine o'clock but he can't get out
He lights a cigarette
and turns the music down
but just can't seem to shake that sound

Once I thought I'd get over
but it's too late for me now
I've got bases to cover

Melody walks through the door
and memory flies out the window
and nobody knows what they want
'til they finally let it all go

The pain inside
coming outside

So many ways to drown a man
So many ways to drag him down
Some are fast and some take years and years
Can't hear what he's saying when he's talking in his sleep
He finally found the sound but he's in too deep

I could never get over
Is it too late for me now?
Feel like blowing my cover

Melody walks through the door
and memory flies out the window
and nobody knows what they want
'til they finally let it all go

But don't cut your losses too soon
'cause you'll only be cutting your throat
And answer a call while you still hear at all
'cause nobody will if you won't

[Samples from the film "The Dead", an adaptation of James Joyce's short story from his book]
"Six o'clock on a Christmas morning..."
"I know all about the honor of God, Mary..."
"I know all about the honor of God, Mary Jane."

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Caught In a Web

Silence disguised
I watch you
Show me the hurt
that haunts you
would you despise the thrill
If all you hide were mine?

I can't hold on any longer
These feelings keep growing stronger
Echoes that deafen the mind
will bury my voice in their wake

Caught in a Web
Removed from the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning the lies
devised in my head

I've seen the path
the one you take
shows the truth
for you to make
This turn of phrase
we might not see
is the thirst of desire
found so easily

Try to push me 'round
the world some more
And make me live in fear
I bare all that I am
made of now
Attractive I don't care
'Cause even when I danced with life
no one was there to share

Does this voice the wounds of your soul?
Does this voice the wounds of your soul?

Caught in a Web
Removed from the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning the lies
devised in my head

Tried to live the life
you live and saw
It doesn't work for me
I bare all that I am
made of now
Attractive, I can't be
Inside the Dance of Life is one
I'll never hold to me

You can't heal the wounds of my soul.
You can't heal the wounds of my soul.

Caught in a Web
Removed from the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning the lies
devised in my head

Caught in a Web
Refused by the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning a cage
Denied and misread

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Dream Theater was a band not quite interested in following trends. While metal was trying to create an edgier sound and alternative was going off in different directions all at once, Dream Theater was reviving ornate progressive rock not seen since the days of Yes and Kansas, though making it heavier. Many metal bands criticized them and guitarist John Petrucci of being "pompous art-rockers" and of being too "technical", but many fans embraced their adventurous concepts and musical proficiency, something which was desperately needed in trendy only-three-chords day and age.

The instrumental Erotomania features excellent guitars, keyboards and brilliant tempo changes.

Voices

'Love, just don't stare'
He used to say to me
every Sunday morning
The spider in the window
The angel in the pool
The old man takes the poison
Now the widow makes the rules

'So speak, I'm right here'
She used to say to me
not a word, not a word
Judas on the ceiling
the Devil in my bed
I guess Easter's never coming
So I'll just wait inside my head

Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares

Voices repeating me
'Feeling threatened?
We reflect your hopes and fears.'
Voices discussing me
'Others steal your thoughts
they're not confined
within your mind.'

Thought disorder
Dream control
Now they read my mind on the radio
But where was the Garden of Eden?

I feel elated
I feel depressed
Sex is death, Death is sex
Says it right here on my Crucifix

Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares

Voices protecting me
'Good behavior
brings the Savior
to his knees.'
Voices rejecting me
'Others steal your thoughts
they're not confined
to your own mind.'

[Dialogue by rap artist Prix-mo reading from the book "Cultural Revolution".]
"I don't wanna be here, 'cause of my
suffering, 'cause of my illness.
Only love is worth having, only
love is what matters, loving every
people on equal terms. "
"You've got to know who you're
dealin' with because, like a stranger,
a-heh, just might come in through
here with a gun... and then, what
would you do? (Heh.)"
"Everything is immaterial..."
"'n' you know that reality is immaterial."
"This is not reality..."

I'm kneeling on the floor
staring at the wall
like the spider in the window
I wish that I could speak
Is there fantasy in refuge?
God in politicians?
Should I turn on my religion?
These demons in my head tell me to

I'm lying here in bed
Swear my skin is inside out
Just another Sunday morning

Seen my diary on the newsstand
Seems we've lost the truth to quicksand
It's a shame no one is praying
'Cause these voices in my head
keep saying...

'Love, just don't stare.'
'Reveal the Word when you're
supposed to'
Withdrawn and introverted
Infectiously perverted
'Being laughed at and confused
keeps us pleasantly amused
enough to stay.'

Maybe I'm just Cassandra fleeting
Twentieth century Icon bleeding
Willing to risk Salvation
to escape from isolation

I'm witness to redemption
heard you speak but never listened
Can you rid me of my secrets?
Deliver us from Darkness?

Voices repeating me
'Feeling threatened?
We reflect your hopes and fears.'
Voices discussing me
Don't expect your own Messiah
This neverworld which you desire
is only in your mind.

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

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Space Dye Vest

Falling through pages of Martens on angels
Feeling my heart pull west
I saw the future dressed as a stranger
love in a space-dye vest

Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding
a pool in the shape of a heart
Beauty projection in the reflection
Always the worst way to start

[Sample is Julian Sands from the film "A Room With A View".]
"But he's the sort who can't know
anyone intimately, least of all a
woman. He doesn't know what a woman
is. He wants you for a possession,
something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real,
or to think or to live. He doesn't love you, but I love you.
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and
feelings, even when
I hold you in my arms. It's our last chance... It's our
last chance..."

Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it
Learning to swallow the rage
Found a new girl I think we can make it
as long as she stays on the page

This is not how I want it to end
And I'll never be open again

[Sample from "The Trouble With Evan", from the Canadian series "The Fifth Estate".]
"...I was gonna move out...ummm...get,
get a job, get my own place, ummm,
but... I go into the mall where I
want to work and they tell me, I'm,
I was too young..."

[Sample is Jim Hill from a news commentary about the OJ Simpson freeway chase.]
"Some people, gave advice before,
about facing the facts, about
facing reality. And this is, this
without a doubt, is his biggest
challenge ever. He's going to have to face it.
You're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and,
uh, and, and, and get some help here. I mean no one can
say they know how he feels."

[Sample from the Conan O'Brien show.]
"That, so they say that, in ya know
like, Houston or something, you'd
say it's a hundred and eighty degrees,
but it's a dry heat.
In Houston they say that?
Oh, maybe not. I'm all mixed up.
Dry until they hit the swimming pool."

[Sample from "The Trouble With Evan", from the Canadian series "The Fifth Estate".]
"...I get up with the sun... Listen.
You have your own room to sleep in,
I don't care what you do. I don't
care when. That door gets locked,
that door gets locked at night by nine o'clock.
If you're not in this house by nine o'clock, then you'd
better find some
place to sleep. Because you're not going to be a bum in
this house.
Supper is ready..."

There's no one to take my blame
if they wanted to
There's nothing to keep me sane
and it's all the same to you
There's nowhere to set my aim
so I'm everywhere
Never come near me again
do you really think I need you

I'll never be open again, I could never be open again.
I'll never be open again, I could never be open again.

And I'll smile and I'll learn to pretend
And I'll never be open again
And I'll have no more dreams to defend
And I'll never be open again

[Cactus Jack]

That's the one!! :yeahthat :nod: :lol: The rock god of Iron Maiden.......WANTS MORE COWBELL!!!!! :cow: :lol:
:D LOL AWESOME!!!!!!!!:D

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:D LOL AWESOME!!!!!!!!:DI didn't watch the SNL episode with that but there was a version of the song by Queens of the Stone Age that had them doing that, it was funny! They kept messing up on the cowbell on the song! I wonder if Bruce Dickinson will make any mention of that at Ozzfest when Iron Maiden appears! :D

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Slayer's next album broke no musical ground, as they adopted an "If it ain't broke, don't fix it" policy, but they did make a few changes in lyrical direction.
Instead of the usual blatherings about Satan and such pleasantries, the band touched on a more serious theme: criminal behavior and what motivated some persons to become violent sociopaths. The tour behind the album featured a stage set to look like the inside of a prison. The album also was a short disk like Reign in Blood.

The album was the first to feature new drummer Paul Bostaph,formerly of the speed metal band Forbidden, who was known to have "fast feet" for playing double-bass drums. Longtime drummer Dave Lombardo was fired for not wanting to go on tour so he could see the birth of his firstborn baby. Oh, the nerve of some people. :rolleyes: :lol:

Killing Fields

You know the feeling
When adrenaline takes control
Can't beat the rush
That leaves a suicidal hold

Instinct spares no one
Destroying the human heart
The taste of blood
Can rip your soul apart

Devils that drive us
Do not discriminate
A state of mind
That becomes the ultimate end

Action reaction
Blood line is not immune
To the depth of human nature
Inside of me and you
A sociopath with empty eyes
and no soul
Paranoid psychotic heart of stone
My blood runs cold

Evils of passion
Can drive reason to extremes
Love, hate and murder
Temporary insanity

On the edge of a
Demented personality
Emotional
Pain is a deadly reality

A sociopath with empty eyes
and no soul
Paranoid psychotic heart of stone
My blood runs cold

A choice is made of free will
Just like the choice to kill
Decisions to lose control
My self-destructive rationale

A choice is made, made of free will
Just like the choice, the choice to kill
In the speed of a moment
Life stands still now you're standing in my killing field

A choice is made of free will
Just like the choice to kill
In the speed of a moment
Life stands still now you're standing in my killing field

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

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Slayer also raised eyebrows with one of the tackiest ads promoting their latest album, an ad which featured a pair of arms covered in blood after a fan carved the bands logo into his skin! :eek2: puke: Slayer were earning their reputation for controversy.

The band did a series of in-store appearances at record stores at this time.

Sex, Murder, Art

Caught
Now you're mine
I am the master of your whipping time
The smile
On my lips
The look of horror on your face
Self
Justification
Can't rid the sexual fascination
Can
You deny
My face of pleasure the gleam in my eye

You're nothing
An object of animation
A subjective mannequin
Beaten into submission
Raping again and again

Shackled
My princess
Dangling in distress
Here
To discipline
My sole purpose never ends
Bleeding
On your knees
My satisfaction is what I need
The urge
To take my fist
And violate every oriface

You're nothing
An object of animation
A subjective mannequin
Beaten into submission
Raping again and again

Slaves to my torment
Scream to your heart's content
Time and time again
Pleasure in inflicting pain
Power so insane
Trying to circumvent
Unadulterated battery
Manipulated reality
God is dead - I am alive!

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

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The single cover for their song "Serenity in Murder" also featured a bloody logo covering a fan's bare back. What some people won't do for art. ohno:

Serenity in Murder

Let me take you down without a sound
Dead before you hit the ground
Blood washes my hand can't understand
Sterilizing my pain

Washed away with crimson tide
By my hand I keep testing time
Quench the fire that drives my soul
Soothing me as death takes hold

[lead: Hannemann]

Peaceful and serene slowly bleeding
Eyes once bright are now fading
Pallid ashen face against my skin
Staring blindly at some place

Washed away by crimson tide
By my hand I keep testing time
Straight flesh lace adorns your neck
Spilling your blood all over my flesh

Quench the fire that drives my soul
Soothing me as death takes hold
Divine godsend enveloping me
Spiritual ecstasy sets me free

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

In addition to Forbidden, Paul Bostaph was also in popular Bay Area thrash masters Testament:

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Testament returned to their true thrash metal form on Low, an album many fans felt was a vast improvement over disappointing albums such as Souls of Black and The Ritual. Guitarist James Murphy, who had played in bands such as Cancer, Death, and Disincarnate, filled the spot left vacant by Alex Skolnick.

Low

Fuel the fire for war
It's man against mankind
Bruises that they bear
Been beaten down with time

Innocent people suffer the loss
Your broken hope so close to the cross
Sometimes, you just don't know
How low... how low you can go...
So low it's sickening
Low... Low... show some mercy...

Hey you piece of s:censored:
Just leave the kids alone
Why can't you bear
The things that we endure

Innocent people suffer the loss
Lost hope with faith to the cross
Sometimes, you just don't know
How low... how low you can go...
Show some sympathy
Low... Low... show some mercy...

[Solo: James]

I don't like you for your warped demented ways
I hope the lock you down, so you never get away
Low... Low... show some sympathy
Low... Low... show some mercy...

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

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Legions (In Hiding)

Domestically violent
With razor blade smiles
Infested with anger
A well hidden crime
Teaching those lessons so cruel

Ah, the torment spreads
War inside my head
Please just set me free
You call this... a family?

Battered, abusive
There's no wrong or right
When you're enslaved in your room
Hiding from demons
In urban daylight
Knowing that they'll be here soon

Confusion and bruises
And scars left for life
When physical evidence fades
Silently screaming
Just to be loved
Their innocence taken away

Ah, the torment spreads
War inside my head
Please just set me free
You call this... a family?

[Solos: Eric, James]

Virtues are shattered
By parents they trust
When all love they give is misued
The next generation
The damaged will learn
To keep spinning wheels of abuse

Ah, the torment spreads
War inside my head
Please just set me free
You call this... a family?

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

Chuck Billy and Eric Peterson:

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This is a song about ancient Egypt, much like the Powerslave album by Iron Maiden:

Dog Faced Gods

Of dog faced gods
Through the Nile sands whisper
Of ancient times, mayfly names
Flickered and gone
The blood and honey
Dripping from their jaws
Through the Nile sands whisper
Ancient times, fade into the dawn

Of dog faced gods
Manifest in the night
The sacred rights
Handed down through times of old
Dark words of power
Blood upon their tombs
Through incantations
Locusts fly, signaling doom

Confirm who I am
Confort all I can
Conceive sorcery
Corrodes disbelief

[Solo: James]

Of dog faced gods
Dead civilzation
Through priests of power
Invoking life of the ancient one

The blood and honey
Dripping from their jaws
Through the Nile sands whisper
Travel through time to the land unkown

Confirm who I am
Confort all I can
Conceive sorcery
Corrodes disbelief

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

James Murphy and Eric Peterson:

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James Murphy's other band, Disincarnate, released an album considered to be a classic in death metal, Dreams of the Carrion Kind.

Stench of Paradise Burning

Horrid life of cruelty strips the soul away
Evil lies revealed, it's a presence undenied
Crumbling morality infects the swarming race
Flames of the unfettered, a fate beyond redemption

Cleansing fire, all consuming
Idyllic dream, lost in chaos
Suffer

Procession into darkness, descent to degradation
Contemptuous of impurity, inferno of extinction

Drowning in a sea of fire, the rapture of cremation
Entranced by lucid visions of paradise in flames

Writhing pit of misery from which there's no escape
Doomed before inception to end in suffering
Grovelling in decadence, in fear of retribution
Blackened corpse of paradise scorched and turned to ash

Procession into darkness, descent to degradation
Contemptuous of impurity, inferno of extinction

Cleansing fire, all consuming
Idyllic dream, lost in chaos

Drowning in a sea of fire, the rapture of cremation
Only death remains and the stench of paradise burning

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

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Soul Erosion

Life's tragedies, leaving mental scars
Tortured by fear
Viciousness breeding emptiness

A sickness of the soul, emotions mummified
Affliction of dementia, compassion nullified

A weakened state of being
Which leaves the sences numb
Victimized by despair
And unrelenting depression

The death of innocence
Virtue's decay
Engulfed by selfishness
As the soul begins to fade

Overcome by subconscious urges
Driven to sadistic release
A wretched fleeting existence
Devoid of humanity
Destroyed by years of defilement
Conscience devoured

Drawn into infamy
Sanity decomposed
Scourge of subconsciousness
Erosion of soul

Metamorphosis
Cynical and inhuman
The mind desensitized
By traumatic evolution

Compelled into derangement
By a life of atrocities
Overcome by subconscious urges
Driven to sadistic release
A wretched fleeting existence
Devoid of humanity

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

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James Murphy in his days with Cancer (the band, that is):

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James Murphy while in the band Death:

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James Murphy while in Obituary:

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One North Carolina band that started out hardcore was Corrosion of Conformity, who by 1994 had made the transition to more Sabbath-y "stoner" metal but lost none of their trademark heaviness. The band was fronted by guitarists Pepper Keenan and Woody Weatherman. Their album that broke them through to the mainstream was Deliverance.

Albatross

Left behind what a waste of time
Theyre coming to get you,run on
How can i respect your crime
They bought and sold you , run on run on.
You can call me crazy
You can call me wrong
Cause i was born a liar, albatross
Fly on
My home is kind man it pays to be blind
I promise to forget you run on
No swallowed pride no conspiracy lined
Broken promise of virtue run on.
You can call me lazy
But i know where i belong
Cause i was born a liar, albatross
Fly on with your trust in love
From your god above.. .
I beleive the albatross is me
I should have seen the sighns
Now the memorys far behind
It was no big loss, fly on albatross
Yeaahh.

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

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One problem that bands such as COC noticed earlier on as a hardcore band was the hostility between punk fans and metal fans at shows. Shows would stop and promoters refused to book concerts by hardcore acts that crossed both lines into metal and hardcore punk. By 1994, the band had settled on their sound resembling the drone of Black Sabbath and other classic metal bands from the 70's.

Seven Days

Over time mistakes were few but i believe they,re mine
Faded mind youth was old and the years were so unkind
I,m the one i face the change i know that stands before me
Beleive in me cause i damn sure dont beleive in you
I cannot deny myself my anger and my pride
I cannot deny another lie
Waiting to find another spike right through my hand
Hope im killed before i die
Worlds divide, long ago the memorys still inside
Chances shine seven days our fears become entwined
Seasons change our time is gone our souls have
Grown much colder
Beleive in me cause i dam sure don t beleive in you
Never again are words that echo in my mind
Leaving still holds back the tide
Crucified with lies my blood turns into wine
Take a sip before i die
I cannot deny...
Before i...

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

Pepper Keenan:

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Along with Albatross, this is one of their most popular songs:

Clean My Wounds

I see the world thru blood shot eyes
Streets filled with blood from distant leis.
The dogs of war never compromise,
No time for re arranging
"help me jesus , help me clean my wounds"
He said he cannot heal that kind
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind
He said it happens every time...
Thats how the story goes
In the land of a 1000 no,s
Im all over you
In time my mind is changing.
Black on black gives me a heart attack
And the silence makes it deadly
Some choose to kill with a simple will
I,ve seen them fall fast and steady
Help me jesus help me clean my wounds
He said he cannot heal that kind
Buck shot through the dome makes a big
****ing mess,
He said it happens every time...
Knock it down
Twist of fate wont give me a break,
& myself im slow and tired
Ive got to rise with these blood shot eyes
But i keep falling when im higher..
"help me jesus help me ........"
Cannot heal
Bleeding soul bitter mind
He said it happens every time.
Thats how the story goes
In the land of a 1000 no s
We are bleeding sins but our
Sins are always fading.
Knock it down
Knock it down

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

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Heaven's Not Overflowing

I have been hunting on the I-10 with Jesus and a liar
And watched an ancient man use a gun to retire
I seen the wall fall down and crush the old
So now everybody's hungry but they'ed rather be cold

Let it go, let it go, let it go
Before we lose it all in time whats
Deserved always get served

Cause we stick therefore we can, break down end time
Hey fool haven't you heard heaven's not overflowing

And I been to a seance for the Klu Klux Klan,
I've seen a brother kill another with his own bare hand
I seen your rising son fall in your mama's eye
And now the cops got a medal but he calls it a prize

Let it go, let it go, let it geaux
Before we lose it all in the time
Whats deserved always get served

Cause we stick therefore we can, break down end time
Hey fool haven't you heard heaven's not overflowing

You know the rules only apply on the witness stand
At that you never get in trouble if you stick with your plan
This is why I'm livin for the day like a necromancer
Cause when you go your gone take the pain back stabber

Stick me and let it go...

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

Pepper Keenan and Woody Weatherman:

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Their hit from their 1991 album Blind, "Vote With a Bullet", reflected their distrust of North Carolina Senator Jesse Helms and Bible Belt prejudice:

Vote With a Bullet

The Number In Nations
The God In Their Hearts
The Justice In Swine
The Devil In God

Vote
This Long Hand That Breaks Our Back
Still Casting Shadows On All That We See
Unjustified...Mercy Killing Is Just A Feeling
To Keep Our Numbers From Being Free
[Chorus]
Prison For Praise Is Not Worth Thinking
Sin Is Still In And Our Ballots Are Shrinking
So Unleash The Dogs - The Only Solution
Forgive And Forget, f:censored: No
I'm Talking About A Revolution
The Prophet Man's Got A Needle In His Hand
Draws His Dreams From Your Soul - Bleeding Minds Into Sand
The Year Of The Fear Has Arrived Decades Too Late
And Our Right To Stand And Fight Is Now Solely Sealed In Fate

[Repeat First Chorus]
One Last Chance Mission With A Vision
'Cos Our Lives Are Just Cards In Their Stack
Our Time Is Short But Theirs Is Shorter
How Much Longer Can They Hold Us Back
[Chorus]
Prison For Praise - The Obvious Answer
Once Had Power Mad - Living Disaster
Dont f:censored: With Me 'Cos I'm On The Freedom Train
That Bears No Name - This Time
I'm Voting With A Bullet
The View They Once Knew Made Our Nooses Too Tight
This Justice In Swine
The Devil In God

So God Bless My Soul - I've Got Total Control
And The Crosshairs Lined Up Dead In My Sight

I'm Voting With A Bullet

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: :cannon

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One goth-y metal band Type O Negative, upped the scare factor with their chilling album, Bloody Kisses. The band featured macabre frontman Peter Steele, formerly of the band Carnivore, who actually brought a very hostile reaction in Germany and Europe for comments and lyrics allegedly connected to Nazism. Steele denied the accusations, but the death threats kept him playing there. The band did make a big hit opening for Pantera in the States.

This song sounds just like out of a horror movie:

Black No. #1

She's in love with herself.
She likes the dark.
On her milk white neck.
The Devil's mark.
It's all Hallows Eve.
The moon is full.
Will she trick or treat.
I bet she will.

She's got a date at midnight.
With Nosferatu.
Oh baby, Lilly Munster.
Ain't got nothing on you.
Well when I called her evil.
She just laughed.
And cast that spell on me.
Boo Bitch Craft.

Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing.
You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing.
Dye em black.
Black no. 1

Little wolf skin boots.
And clove cigarettes.
An erotic funeral.
For witch she's dressed.
Her perfume smells like.
Burning leaves.
Everyday is Halloween.

Loving you was like loving the dead.

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: pumpkin:

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One of Type O Negative's most popular songs also had a bit of controversy in their lyrics. The song "Christian Woman" told a twisted tale of the fate of a girl who was involved in intimate physical relations with Christ (if that could be possible??). :eek: The song is haunting and dark, as was to be expected.

Christian Woman

A cross upon her bedroom wall.
From grace she will fall.
An image burning in her mind.
And between her thighs.

A dying God-man full of pain.
When will you come again?
Before him beg to serve or please.
On your back or knees.
There's no forgiveness for her sins.
Prefers punishment?
Would you suffer eternally.
Or internally?

For her lust.
She'll burn in hell.
Her soul done medium well.
All through mass manual stimulation.
Salvation.

Body of Christ.
She needs.
The body of Christ.

She'd like to know God.
Ooh love God.
Feel her God.
Inside of her - deep inside of her.

Jesus Christ looks like me.

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

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The band also was upbeat enough to include their cover of "Summer Breeze" by 70's duo Seals and Croft. peace: In their dark, warped fashion.

Summer Breeze

See the curtains hanging' in the window.
In the evening on a friday night.
A little light-a-shinin' through the window.
Lets me know everything's all right.

Summer breeze makes me feel fine.
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind.

See the paper layin' on the sidewalk.
A little music from the house next door.
So I walk on up to the door step.
Through the screen and across the floor.

Sweet days of summer - the jasmine's in bloom.
July is dressed up and playing her tune.
And I come home from a hard day's work.
And you're waiting there.
Not a care in the world.

See the smile awaitin in the kitchen.
Food cookin' and the plates for two.
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me.
In the evening when the day is through.


The cover of Bloody Kisses most people in America did not see:

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Some songs on the album spoke out against people's perceived ideas that the band was "racist" or "Nazis"; the ironically titled "Kill All the White People" and "We Hate Everyone." The band was better at sticking to macabre themes than with social commentary.

The story behind the song below deals with Peter Steele's late girlfriend who died of a suicide. In many of his songs, he would hold a candle for her.

Bloody Kisses

Not long ago but far away.
A rainy winter's day.
All her pain she kept inside.
Could no longer hide.
No cry for help.
She killed herself.
Both life & love could not be saved.
She took them both to the grave.

A pair of souls become undone.
Where were two now one.
Divided by this wall of death.
I soon will join you yet.
With my blood I'll find your love.
You found the strength to end your life.
As you did so shall I.

Oh no.
Please don't go.
It's like a death in the family.

A crimson pool so warm & deep.
Lulls me to an endless sleep.
Your hand in mine - I will be brave.
take me from this earth.
An endless night - this, the end of life.
From the dark I feel your lips.
And I taste your bloody kiss.

Oh no.
Please don't go.
It's like a death in the family.

Don't die on me.
Don't die on me.
Don't die on me.
Don't die.

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One of the most popular metal albums of 1994 was Nativity In Black: A Tribute to Black Sabbath, where various rock and metal artists contributed their own cover versions of classic Sabbath songs. The album was so named by the common belief that their early song "N.I.B." stood for "Nativity in Black", when in fact it just stood for "nib", a reference to Bill Ward's beard which resembled an ink pen nib! :lol:

The songs are as follows:

After Forever by Bio Hazard

Children of the Grave by White Zombie
(one of the most popular songs on the album)

Paranoid by Megadeth

Supernaut by 1,000 Homo DJ's

Iron Man by Therapy? w/Ozzy Osbourne

Lord of this World by Corrosion of Conformity

Symptom of the Universe by Sepultura

The Wizard by The Bullring Brummies
(Geezer Butler, Rob Halford, and other famous musicians from Birmingham, U.K.)

Sabbath Bloody Sabbath by Godspeed w/Bruce Dickinson

NIB by Ugly Kid Joe

War Pigs (Live) by Faith No More

Black Sabbath by Type O Negative

Solitude by Cathedral

At the record release party at RCKNDY (Rock Candy) in Seattle, I nearly got to meet Kim Thayil of Soundgarden, who was in the audience!! :rock: He was about to play a song, since he did his own cover of Into the Void, but he chickened out. A ton of local bands were there to do a Black Sabbath tribute night, but it got lengthy.

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1000 Homo DJs was a side project of Al Jourgenson of Ministry, who did a ripping version of Black Sabbath's "Supernaut":

Supernaut

I want to reach out and touch the sky
I want to touch the sun
But I don’t need to fly
I’m gonna climb up every mountain of the moon
And find a distant man a-waving his spoon

I’ve crossed the ocean, turned every bend
I found the crossing near a golden rainbow’s end
I’ve been through magic and through life’s reality
I’ve lived a thousand years and it never bothered me

Got no religion, don’t need no friends
Got all I want and I don’t need to pretend
Don’t try to reach me, ’cause I’d tear up your mind
I’ve seen the future and I’ve left it behind

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

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Therapy? were an Irish band whose 1994 album Troublegum featured the catchy hit, "Die Laughing." The band, whose name was perhaps one of the few to feature a question mark in their name (along with ? and the Mysterians), named themselves for the way a waitress would ask when offering her services: "Coffee? Tea? Therapy?"

Die Laughing

Gimme something to breathe
Give me a reason to live
Close your eyes and see
What you have inside

I think I've gone insane
I can't remember my own name
I think I've gone insane

Now the dream is gone
And your friends just tell you lies
Then you realize
You're gonna die anyway

I think I've gone insane
I can't remember my own name
I think I've gone insane
I can't remember my own name
I think I've gone insane
I can't remember my own name
I think I've gone insane

Lost in a world with no reality
I'm frightened to move
I'm frightened to speak
And I will kill for a good night's sleep
I'm feeling
I'm feeling
Dead, dead, dead, dead

I think I've gone insane
I can't remember my own name
I think I've gone insane
I can't remember my own name
I think I've gone insane
I can't remember my own name
I think I've gone insane

I can't remember
I can't remember
I can't remember
I can't remember

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

[Steve M.]

1994 proved to be a tough year for David Crosby (below). It started with the IRS threatening to confiscate his home, with Crosby vowing not to give up. Then the Northridge earthquake destroyed it, so Crosby let the government take it. :lol:

Then Crosby's long-lost illegitimate son, James Raymond, showed up at his door. He had a son of his own, meaning that Crosby now realized he was a grandfather. Then Crosby got the news that he needed a new liver and that he'd die if he didn't get one. Only then, after trying to conceive a child with his wife Jan, did she finally become pregnant.

And this all happened six years after Crosby published his autobiography! :eek:

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Everything worked out fine. James Raymond didn't want anything from his famous dad, and he turned out to be a musician himself. Crosby started working with Raymond and Raymond's friend Jeff Pevar as a sideline. Jan Crosby delivered a helathy baby boy, named Django after jazz guitarist Django Reinhardt. And the Crosbys found a new place to live. Best of all, Crosby's liver transplant operation was a success, and he managed to join Stephen Stills and Graham Nash for a performance at the most important concert event of the year - Woodstock '94, the Woodstock silver anniversary concert, in Saugerties, New York. :)

[Steve M.]

Meanwhile, while Woodstock '94 was going on, Crosby, Stills and Nash released After the Storm.

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After the Storm was CSN's seventh album, counting the two they recorded with Neil Young. While not a masterpiece, it was seen as an improvement over Live It Up. The trio seemed to be working together more frequently in the middle age than they had done in their youth! :D

[ABlairican Pie]

In spite of the attention given to the cover versions of the legendary band, Black Sabbath's current albums languished in obscurity. 1994's Cross Purposes, featuring Tony Martin on vocals, had decent tracks on it, but since it was not the "real" Sabbath, their record company had little reason to promote it.

I Witness

Across the desert of the burning dark, a
Darkness which illuminates you,
There's a place you've always wanted to be,
Whose pleasures always did escape you,
It's always been so out of reach, nothing, so near
Ever felt so far,
And now it's here within your grasp, a never
Ending burning says it all.

[CHORUS:]
As you drive into the darkness, in front the future
Behind you history,
Caught alone in the dark night, do you think
That's the way it's supposed to be.
You don't believe your eyes, cos all they see is
Lies, oh yeah.

You better run from the holy man, the eyes that
Will are set up on you,
Listen not to verse and prayer, songs that thrill
And voices tempt you
The inner flame has fear of death, never, has
Light ever seemed so dark.
Pilgrims of sabbocracy, hear the hounds of
Heaven, as they bark.

[CHORUS:]
As you drive into the darkness, in front the future
Behind you history,
Caught alone in the dark night, do you think
That's the way it's supposed to be.
You don't believe your eyes, cos all they see is
Lies, oh yeah.

I witness a time and a place that never dies, still
Frozen in time,
This darkness the only place that I can hide, I
Witness, a dream.

[CHORUS:]
As you drive into the darkness, in front the future
Behind you history,
Caught alone in the dark night, do you think
That's the way it's supposed to be.
You don't believe your eyes, cos all they see is
Lies, oh yeah.

I witness a time and a place that never dies, still
Frozen in time,
This darkness the only place that I can hide, I
Witness, a dream.
Oh, just a dream.

[ABlairican Pie]

Psychophobia

Mortal eyes, looking through a veil of dreams,
Hypnotized, and ever living soul with wings.
Think you're god, but you never had control,
Think you're loved, but there's no one there at all...

[CHORUS:]
My colours all ran dry, and now I see the world in
Black and white,
It's too late now, it's time to kiss the rainbow
Goodbye.

Poison tears running from a palsied face,
Satan nears, descending on the human race.
Think you're god, but you never had control,
Think you're loved, but there's no one there at all...

[CHORUS:]
My colours all ran dry, and now I see the world in
Black and white,
It's too late now, it's time to kiss the rainbow
Goodbye.

Listen to the wind, hear the gospel blow,
Tell me that you don't hear what I'm hearing
And I will let you go.
Look up to the sky, put your trust in me,
Tell me that you ain't feelin' what I'm feelin' and I
Will set you free.

Look into the flame, see the embers glow,
Tell me that you don't see what I'm seein' and I
Will let you go.
Look up at the sky, put your trust in me,
Tell me that you ain't feelin' what I'm feelin' and I
Will set you free.

Look into the flame, see the embers glow,
Tell me that you don't see what I'm seein' and I
Will let you go.
Taste the holy blood, runnin from my veins,
Tell me that you ain't feelin' what I'm feelin' and
I'll take away the pain.
Yes I will now, oh yes I will. It's time to kiss the
Rainbow goodbye.

[ABlairican Pie]

Cross of Thorns

Don't come closer, cos it ain't safe here,
Just turn around now and walk away.
I've gotta tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those eyes.

[CHORUS:]
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with there heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You can't help thinking you've got blood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.

Tongues of fire always talking, wasted words that
Ring in my ears.
We're still waiting, losing patience. Will all the lies
Of, 400 years.
I've got to tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder,
What goes on there, behind those eyes.

[CHORUS:]
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with there heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You can't help thinking you've got blood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.

We gave you yesterdays, and now you want to-day,
Oh, from the hands of death we take our daily bread,
Now all we do is choke, and the words that you once
Spoke, fade away.
Look at what you've done, oh, it's a cross of thorns.

Take away, this cross of thorns, look at what you've
Done,
It's a cross of thorns, cross of thorns.
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
You've got blood on your hands, from a cross of
Thorns.


Cross Purposes concert DVD. Around this time Geezer Butler had on-again, off-again status in the band:

[ABlairican Pie]

While many legendary bands of the 80's had fallen by the wayside due to the grunge revolution, Motley Crue kept on strong--at least in smaller clubs. Gone were the days of the mega-arena tours, the band claimed that they were "getting back to the fans", a code term to many which meant that bands like them weren't cutting it anymore, and could find fewer places to play. Just years before they had signed a 25 million dollar deal, now they were struggling with a dwindling audience. It was at this point that the band hired new blood in the wake of Vince Neil's departure, former vocalist for L.A. band The Scream, John Corabi. Nikki Sixx pleaded for Corabi to join, but no sooner did he hook up with the band that Sixx planned for ways to get him out. For whatever reason, Nikki Sixx wasn't satisfied with him, claiming he "wasn't right for the band", but the self-titled album, Motley Crue, didn't do too badly on MTV, at first. The video for the single
"Hooligan's Holiday" did very well for a while, but then the numbers slipped and the album and tour behind it went downhill. It was either because the album strived too much to be a "grunge-metal" album, or that Corabi, a more blues-yowl sort of singer, was different from Vince Neil. While many fans hated it, others really enjoyed it, even though it was a bit different for the times.

Soon John Corabi left the Crue, while they would spend the next few years looking for a new replacement.

Hooligan's Holiday

I'm on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.

Drop dead beauties stompin' up a storm, lines of hell on our face.
Bruised bad apples crawling through the night, busted loose, runaway, oo, runaway.

Always, always a thrill without a motive.
30 days, such a haze.

Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.

We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's, yeah. Cross-eyed derilicts comin', iron horse
between our legs.
Tattoos, black manes flowin'.
Everyday's a holidaze.

Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.
They want a piece of mind.

We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's.

Modern times and new blood's pumpin'.
Only the strong survive.

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

[ABlairican Pie]

The song below reflected the newfound confidence of the band, but seemed rather half-hearted when the band, and the L.A. scene further spintered in the face of alternative.

Power to the Music

Hey, listen people, we're victimized, circumsized, crossed the line of no return.
The critics say we devistate, socialites just masturbate.
Won't the losers ever learn?

Who said the music's dead in the streets?
Don't know what they talk about.
They gotta put a bullet in my head if they want to keep me down.
Let me hear it.

Power to the music in the streets.
Power to the music in the streets.
Power to the music in the streets.
Power to the music in the streets. Mothers tell their sons of cyanide and suicide,
blame it on the devil's tongue,
suck me like a parasite, military 3rd reich.
Blood burning bastards wasting blood.

Who said the music's dead in the streets?
Don't know what they talk about.
I want my music waking up the dead.
Don't tell me to turn it down.
Turn it down.

Power to the music in the streets
Power to the music in the streets
Power to the music in the streets
Power to the music in the streets

[ABlairican Pie]

Here is a photo of John Corabi and the Scream. He also was in L.A. shred-rock Racer X with Paul Gilbert who later went on to play with Mr. Big.

[ABlairican Pie]

In 1994, Pink Floyd released perhaps its final studio album, The Division Bell. The album was more musically consistent than its predecessor, A Momentary Lapse of Reason, but for many, not the best Floyd album of their careers. A few surprises were in store however, such as a "spoken word" monologue from Dr. Stephen Hawking, the disabled astronomy professor who "spoke" with the aid of an electronic device, and the sound of the earth's crust breaking. Former bassist/vocalist Roger Waters was busy with his own projects, and his only involvement with the band came in the form of legal writs insisting the band stop using the Pink Floyd name in further studio projects. David Gilmour and the rest of the band would continue to tour and record, more or less.

Keep Talking

For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals
Then something happenend which unleashed the power of our imagination
We learned to talk

There's a silence surrounding me
I can't seem to think straight
I'll sit in the corner
No one can bother me
I think I should speak now ___________ Why won't you talk to me
I can't seem to speak now ____________ You never talk to me
My words won't come out right ________ What are you thinking
I feel like I'm drowning _____________ What are you feeling
I'm feeling weak now _________________ Why won't you talk to me
But I can't show my weakness _________ You never talk to me
I sometimes wonder ___________________ What are you thinking
Where do we go from here _____________ What are you feeling

It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking

Why won't you talk to me _____________ I feel like I'm drowning
You never talk to me _________________ You know I can't breathe now
What are you thinking ________________ We're going nowhere
What are you feeling _________________ We're going nowhere

Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
Where do we go from here

It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking

[ABlairican Pie]

High Hopes

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

****

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever
"Hey, is that Charlie? yes... Hello Charlie... great"

Concert in Stockholm, 1994:

[ABlairican Pie]

And finally, only seven years after their third album was released, Boston returned with Walk On. At this point their huge following may have dissipated, but fans who didn't "Walk On" enjoyed this album. It appears to be one of the "lost classics" which really remained lost in the alternative shuffle in those days. If no one heard the album, at least they enjoyed the tour that followed.

I Need Your Love

Can't help this feeling
Can't help this feeling
I can't believe it's open for discussion
We've said our goodbyes
I've been a fool not to see the repercussions
You've had in my life
I'm at the point of no return
I've finally crossed the line
Don't want to stop and watch the bridges burn
'Cause I can't stand to see you stay behind

I need your love
I want you every way
I need your love
Can't help this feeling coming back everyday

I stayed around hoping you'd discover
How much there was to lose
I spelled it out, I led you to the water
But you're too blind to choose
I gave it everything and more to make it
I've waited for so long
I saw the chance to run and had to take it
But something's missing and I know it's wrong

I need your love
I want you every way
And I need your love
Can't help this feeling coming back everyday

I've passed the point of no return
And all the tears have dried
Don't want to stop and watch the bridges burn
'Cause I keep wishing I was on your side

I need your love
I want you every way
And I need your love
Can't help this feeling

I need your love
I want you every way
I need your love
Can't help this feeling coming back everyday

[ABlairican Pie]

On the more pop side of music, Amy Grant released a decent album, House of Love, that did not quite match the infectious danceable quality of her earlier album Heart in Motion. It did feature some pleasant songs such as "Lucky One" and the title track.

Others did notice a closeness between her and one musician who collaborated on the album, country singer Vince Gill. What was going on?

Lucky One

You're the kind
When you love you love with all your might and
You're the kind
I would dream about at night
Now I'm the lucky one
Baby I'm the lucky one

You're the kind
That I want to be with in the dark and
You're the kind who is capturing my heart
And I'm the lucky one
Baby I'm the lucky one

And I have never been the one to fall in love so soon
But I could never face another night or day without you
Baby I'm the lucky one

You're the kind
With poetry and valentines and
You're the kind
Who will never ever leave
And I'm the lucky one
The luckiest girl
Baby I'm the lucky one

And I have never been the one to fall in love so soon
But I could never face another night or day without you
I'm the lucky one
Baby I'm the lucky one..

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

House of Love

Chorus:
Well, I bet you any amount of money
He’ll be coming back to you
Ooh, I know there ain’t no doubt about it
Sometimes life is funny
You think you’re in your darkest hour
When the lights are coming on in the house of love

Ooh, house of love

You’ve been up all night
Thinking it was over
He’s been out of sight
At least for the moment
But when something this strong
Ooh, gets a hold on you
The odds are ninety-nine to one
It’s got a hold on him too

(repeat chorus)

When the lights are coming on in the house of love

Now when the house is dark
And you’re all alone inside
You’ve gotta listen to your heart
And put away your foolish pride
Though the storm is breaking
And thunder shakes the walls
Love with a firm foundation
Ain’t never, never, never gonna fall

(repeat chorus)

Though the storm is breaking
And thunder shakes the walls
Love with a firm foundation
Ain’t never, never, never gonna fall

Well, I bet you any amount of money
He’ll come back to you
Ooh, I know there ain’t no doubt about it
Sometimes life is funny
You think you’re in your darkest hour
When the lights are coming, lights are coming on

Well, I bet you any amount of money, baby
He’ll be coming back to you
Back to you, back to you
Ooh, I know there ain’t no doubt about it
Sometimes life is funny
You think you’re in your darkest hour
When the lights are coming on in the house of love
Oooh, yeah
Ooh, I know there ain’t no doubt about it
Sometimes life is funny
You think you’re in your darkest hour
When the lights are coming on in the house of love

[ABlairican Pie]

Even though Amy Grant and her husband Gary Chapman were happily married, there seemed to be some indication that not all was well in her "house of love".

Love's Got a Hold On Me

I have found the perfect mystery
Love has a hold on me
Long before my life had come to be
Love had a hold on me
Love has a hold on me

Where do I come from
What does life mean
Is it not to know the one who made me

As I'm looking down the road ahead
Love has a hold on me
Someday when I breathe my dying breath
Love has a hold on me
Love has a hold on me

Where will I go
When this life is through
Back into the light that made me and you

Love has a hold on me
Something opened up my eyes to see
Love has a hold on me
Love has a hold on me

I don't have the answers to all of the questions
Running inside of my mind
But I can't help believe that
Understanding comes in time

Love has a hold on me
Something opened up my eyes to see
Love has a hold on me
Love has a hold on me

If I run, if I hide, I know inside of me
Your love has a hold on me
Tell me yes, tell me no, my heart will follow
Your love has a hold on me

[ABlairican Pie]

Say You'll Be Mine

[Chorus:]
Do you wanna be in love forever
Do you wanna make my dream come true
Let me be the one to kiss and hold you
Say you'll be my baby
Can you see the two of us together
Living in love this whole life through
Do you wanna be in love forever
Say you'll be mine

I can remember
When my mind was clear and free
Now there's a feeling
Coming over me
The sweetest attraction
That my heart has ever seen
I'm going crazy making sense of everything

[Chorus]

I really wonder
Is there magic in your smile
Taking me under
Got me acting like a child
Something about you
Hits me like an avalanche
I try to stand my ground
But I don't stand a chance

[Chorus]

Every time I close my eyes I dream about
Hugging you, holding you, kissing you boy
It's driving me crazy
But even if it takes forever
To win your heart and your love and your devotion
I know it's gonna be worth the wait

[Chorus]

[ABlairican Pie]

Meanwhile, a scandal of Biblical proportions was exploding in the world of Christian music: solo singer Michael English, who had just won a series of Dove Awards (the CCM equivalent of the Grammies), announced that he would return his awards and withdraw from Christian music when he announced that he and Marabeth Jordan, one of the female singers from the Christian pop trio First Call, had been involved in an adulterous affair. :eek2: He confessed that as a human being, he had made mistakes. This one resulted in a pregnancy which miscarried. While many called for the banning of sales of both artists' albums, other Christian music industries pleaded for all to be accepting and forgiving of their mistakes, as Christ would have wanted. English pondered his moral quandary as his life took a took a tailspin. In the midst of a divorce,
he thought about a possible crossover move. No options seemed open. Oddly, Christian music was not about to handle a scandal crisis as big as this one. Where was Christ's love in the forgiving public? Many condemned him as a hypocrite and an outcast. He entered into an illicit, abusive relationship with an exotic dancer, waiting for the smoke to clear. Other fans still thought highly of him and were completely forgiving--the real scandal, it seemed, lie with the industry's willingness to ban his albums and ostracize him.

Michael English and Marabeth Jordan:

[ABlairican Pie]

Queensryche were moving away from their traditional prog-metal sound toward more eclectic territory on Promised Land, which featured such tracks as "I Am I", "Bridges", and "Someone Else". Strangely, they found the audiences who had cheered them on several years before to be dwindling, understandable due to the changing musical climate. But as the 'Ryche were a "Seattle" band who had predated their alternative peers, they soon found themselves struggling to keep themselves up to date. The band took so long between albums due to collective burnout. Guitarist Chris DeGarmo was so tired from the last tour he spent a great deal of time not playing at all. The band was in need of new blood for everyone.

This song is rather dizzy with special vocal effects:

I Am I

Beating with life you promised life,
security, happiness.
Unfortunate son cornered,
cowering in the pit of
circling panes of glass that
surround and reveal the ever present "It".

"It" is my move, my every look,
interpreting gestures,
informing other
what's undercover and
lurking beneath my mask
of this year's featured model.
Is this too much?
Close your eyes.
Care to look inside? I am I!

What may appear
might easily be explained,
but given the situation
of info saturation,
what you feel can never go away.

Steering perception? I am!
Inviting contradiction? I am!
It's my insistence
you keep your distance
from the glare behind my stare.
So this is the way
the game is played.
You can leave now...
but I think you'll stay. I am I!

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

[ABlairican Pie]

This is Queenryche's entry in the "displaced latchkey kid" Seattle band ballad lyrics, a la "Jeremy" by Pearl Jam. This is one of their most popular for that reason. It's very reminescent of "Cats in the Cradle" by the late Harry Chapin.

Bridge

You called me up on the phone today
struggling with the right words to say.
Time can change a thing or two.
Time has changed the lives of me and you,
but you know... it could have been different dad.

The word brings back a sweet memory.
I'm sitting on a bluff on a broken tree,
by my side a distinguished man
giving me encouragement, telling me I can,
and you know... you're not there.

You say, "Son, let's forget the past,
I want another chance, gonna make it last."
You're begging me for a brand new start,
trying to mend a bridge that's been blown apart,
but you know... you never built it dad.

So I sit here through the night,
and I write myself to sleep,
and time keeps ticking...

Time has made you finally realize
your loneliness and your guilt inside.
You're reaching for something you never had,
turning around now you're looking back,
and you know... I'm not there.

You say, "Son, let's forget the past.
I want another chance, gonna make it last."
You're begging me for a brand new start,
trying to mend a bridge that's been blown apart,
but you know... you never built it dad.

[ABlairican Pie]

This is actually a very decent song:

Someone Else?

When I fell from grace I never realized
How deep the flood was around me
A man whose life was toil was like a kettle left to boil
And the water left these scars on me

The chains I wore were mine, dragging me towards my fate
Planned for me long ago

I played by all their rules, went to their right schools

Who was I to question?

They used to say I was nowhere man
Heading down was my destiny
But yesterday I swear that was
Someone Else not me

Here I stand at the crossroad's edge
Afraid to reach out for eternity
One step when I look down
I see someone else, not me

I know now who I am, if only for awhile
I recognize the changes
I feel like I did, before the magic wore thin
And the baptism of stains began

Sacrifice, the always say... is a sign of nobility
But where does one draw the line in the face of injury?
I'm just trying to understand

Standing here at the crossroad's edge
Looking down at what I used to be
A drowning man, trying to stay afloat
Heavy with the past, but somehow keeping hope
That there's something more that is seen
But it's somewhere out of reach

So I keep looking back
Looking back and I see someone else

All my life they said I was going down
But I'm still standing stronger proud

And today I know, there's so much more I can be
I think I finally understand

From where I stand at the crossroad's edge
There's a path leading out to sea
And from somewhere deep in my mind
Sirens sing out loud, songs of doubt, as only they know how
But one glance back reminds and I see
Someone Else, not me.

I keep looking back at Someone Else... me?

[ABlairican Pie]

Collective Soul was an band who almost didn't happen when frontman Ed Roland had broken up the band from the first go-round--until a record label discovered their demo and liked what they heard. Upon receiving word that the label was interested in releasing their music, the band got back together and recorded Hints, Allegations, and Things Left Unsaid. The album featured the feelgood hit, "Shine".

Ed Roland was the son of a Georgia preacher who would not allow his son to listen to or buy rock and roll albums as a child. When his father relented, Roland went out and bought an Elton John album, which was fine--until his father learned that the famed pop pianist was bisexual. NOT so fine. But Roland carried his faith with him in his music, wanting to start a band much like U2 who didn't advertise religion on their sleeve but let his faith filter into his music. The album came just in time as alternative and rock and roll was undergoing a sort of makeover in the wake of the end of grunge and the subsequent mainstreaming of alternative.

Shine

Chorus1
Give me a word
Give me a sign
Show me where to look
Tell me what will I find ( Will I find )
Lay me on the ground
Fly me in the sky
Show me where to look
Tell me what will I find ( Will I find )

Chorus2
Yea, Yea, Yea

Oh, Heaven let your light shine down (x4)

Love is in the water
Love is in the air
Show me where to look
Tell me will love be there ( Love be there )
Teach me how to speak
Teach me how to share
Teach me where to go
Tell me will love be there ( Love be there )

Chorus2

Oh, Heaven let your light shine down (x4)

Chorus1

I'm going to let it shine (x2)
Heavens little light gonna shine on me
Yea yea heavens little light gonna shine on me
shine, shine on me
shine, come on and shine

:guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

The band actually got their name from a term by Ayn Rand from one of her novels.

Sister Don't Cry

Overseas through the air
Touched your heart down with care
All the thoughts left behind
Soon will catch you in time
Well, if I could, you know I would
Let salvation reign on you
So, won't you push away
All this pain that you've been through

Yeah, Sister don't cry
Sister don't cry no more
Sister don't cry anymore

While the scenes shuffle 'round
Let your world anchor down
Pull your heart from your sleeve
First react then believe
You won't always get thunder
To warn you of storms ahead
So bury all this pain
And get on with your life again

Conquer some serenity
Lay yourself in field of poetry
Close you eyes to all you see
Lay your weary head here with me

[ABlairican Pie]

My friends in Seattle bands knew quite a few who went on the brief fame and fortune. Local favorites Inspector Luv and the Ride Me Babys went on to become Green Apple Quick Step, whose hit "Dirty Water Ocean", from the album Wonderful Virus was featured on MTV. The term "green apple quick step" is a slang reference to diarrhea when one eats unripe apples. :eek:

Should they have stuck with the name Inspector Luv and the Ride Me Babys? :D

Green Apple Quickstep

Do you wanna swim in garbage?
It's floating next to me
Not a ship to sail the sea
If wa keep it up
You can kiss this wave away
Dirty water ocean

I'm not taking off my dip in
I'm much to much too afraid
You're looking sick and kind of frail
If we keep it up you can kiss this wave away
Dirty water ocean
Dirty water ocean

Can you feel a fin growing
Wondering what the dophin is saying

Feeling kind of dry and thirsty
I don't want to drink your disease
Skin is tough like a dead leather cow
If we clean it up you can ride this wave away
Dirty water ocean
Dirty water ocean

Can you feel a fin growing
Wondering what the dolphin is saying
You will never live there in your mansion
Pray that you die when it's empty

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

[ABlairican Pie]

I did manage to see Green Apple Quick Step with Sister Psychic when they opened for Gruntruck at the Paramount on New Year's Eve 1993. During Sister Psychic's set, the crowd cheered when a guitarist unfamiliar to me jumped on the stage and began playing. Later I found out why they cheered: it was PETER BUCK FROM R.E.M!!! :rock: He's very fond of Seattle.

GAQS lead singer, who puts on a wild show (don't recall his name):

[ABlairican Pie]

Liz Phair was the first in many new female singers who would make a deep impact in the 90's. She actually was considered the Next Big Thing as far as women in rock went, with her explicit sexuality in her lyrics, but something happened along the way and she ducked out of a major tour of the country and slowed the momentum toward fame. Seemed she was afraid of success a little too soon, as were many the bands and performers at that time.

Supernova

I have looked all over the place
But you have got my favorite face
Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass
And your lips are sweet and slippery like a cherub's bare wet ass

'Cause you're a human supernova
A solar superman
You're an angel with wings afire
A flying, giant friction blast

You walk in clouds of glitter and the sun reflects your eyes
And everytime the wind blows, I can smell you in the sky
Your kisses are as wicked as an F-16
And you f:censored: like a volcano, and you're everything to me

'Cause you're a human supernova
A solar superman
You're an angel with wings afire
A flying, giant friction blast
You're a giant, flying friction blast

'Cause you're a human supernova
A solar superman
You're an angel with wings afire
A flying, giant friction blast

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Her 1993 album Exile in Guyville

[Steve M.]

Collective Soul was an band who almost didn't happen when frontman Ed Roland had broken up the band from the first go-round--until a record label discovered their demo and liked what they heard. Upon receiving word that the label was interested in releasing their music, the band got back together and recorded Hints, Allegations, and Things Left Unsaid. The album featured the feelgood hit, "Shine".

YEA! :guitar: :D

[Steve M.]

They had sopped up the sixties, sucked up the seventies, and eaten up the eighties, and now the Rolling Stones, rock's esteemed elder statesmen, were preprard to nibble at the nineties. Voodoo Lounge, released in 1994, was the first of only two studio albums they released in the decade. For those keeping score, it was their twenty-first studio album overall, according to the definitive British discography.

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Voodoo Lounge got mixed reviews, with some scribes begrudgingly admitting it wasn't bad for a bunch of old guys. Songs included "You Got Me Rocking," "Love Is Strong," and the Jackson Browne-influenced "Out of Tears." The group quickly went on tour to promote it. :banana:

Voodoo Lounge wasn't a great record, but it was notable in one respect: It was the group's first LP without Bill Wyman, who'd retired. Session men were brought in for bass parts, and the Stones were down to a quartet.

"I got news for you," Keith Richards declared. "String us up and beat us and we won't die." :lol:

[ABlairican Pie]

Another important female artist was folk-pop-oriented Ani DiFranco, whose album Out of Range featured tracks such as "Buildings and Bridges", "Face Up and Sing", and the title track. Like Liz Phair, she brought a frankness and candor to many of her sexually charged songs. Women found themselves more empowered than they had ever been in music.

Buildings and Bridges

Buildings and bridges
are made to bend in the wind
to withstand the world,
that's what it takes
All that steel and stone
is no match for the air, my friend
what doesn't bend breaks
what doesn't bend breaks

we are made to bleed
and scab and heal and bleed again
and turn every scar into a joke
we are made to fight
and f:censored: and talk and fight again
and sit around and laugh until we choke
sit around and laugh until we choke

I don't know who you were expecting
probably some bitch who does not budge
with eyes the size of snow
I may get pissed off sometimes
but you seem like the type to hold a grudge
and in the end, I just let go...

Buildings and bridges
are made to bend in the wind
to withstand the world,
that's what it takes
All that steel and stone
is no match for the air, my friend
what doesn't bend breaks
what doesn't bend breaks

[ABlairican Pie]

Face Up and Sing

some guy tried to rub up against me
in a crowded subway car
some guy tried to feed me some stupid line
in some stupid bar
I see the same s:censored: everyday
the landscape looks so bleak
I think I'll take the first one of you's home
that does something unique

some chick says
thank you for saying all the things I never do
I say
the thanks I get is to take all the s:censored: for you
it's nice that you listen
it'd be nicer if you joined in
as long as you play their game girl
you're never going to win

today I just want someone to entertain me
I'm tired of being so fierce
I'm tired of being so friendly
you don't have to be a supermodel
to do the animal thing
you don't have to be a supergenius
to open your face up and sing

somebody do something
anything soon
I know I can't be the only
whatever I am in the room
so why am I so lonely?
why am I so tired?
I need company
I need backup
I need to be inspired

[ABlairican Pie]

Liz Phair on the cover of Rolling Stone, October 6, 1994:

[ABlairican Pie]

From Leavenworth, Kansas, a new rock star emerged, one who brought back rock and roll to its roots with pure talent and gutsiness. The new star was Melissa Etheridge, and her 1993 album Yes I Am featured a number of hit songs such as "Come To My Window" and "I'm the Only One." Her album title was a response to the all important $64,000,000 musical question:

Was she a lesbian??

She had quite the talent, the sass and attitude in her voice. Her playing was a mixture of traditional rock and roll, country blues and pop. And she hit it off big time. While people found it more important to focus on her sexual identity, she blew off her critics and became a force to be reckoned with in honest music.

Come To My Window

Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
Of the moon
Come to my window
I’ll be home soon

I would dial the numbers
Just to listen to your breath
I would stand inside my hell
And hold the hand of death
You don’t know how far I’d go
To ease this precious ache
You don’t know how much I’d give
Or how much I can take

Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Just to reach you

Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
Of the moon
Come to my window
I’ll be home soon

Keeping my eyes open
I cannot afford to sleep
Giving away promises
I know that I can’t keep
Nothing fills the blackness
That has seeped into my chest
I need you in my blood
I am forsaking all the rest
Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Oh to reach you

Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
Of the moon
Come to my window
I’ll be home soon

I don’t care what they think
I don’t care what they say
What do they know about this
Love anyway

Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
Of the moon
Come to my window
I’ll be home soon

[ABlairican Pie]

This song is excellent:

I'm the Only One

Please baby can’t you see
My mind’s a burnin’ hell
I got razors a rippin’ and tearin’ and strippin’
My heart apart as well
Tonight you told me
That you ache for something new
And some other woman is lookin’ like something
That might be good for you

Go on and hold her till the screaming is gone
Go on believe her when she tells you
Nothing’s wrong
But I’m the only one
Who’ll walk across the fire for you
I’m the only one
Who’ll drown in my desire for you
It’s only fear that makes you run
The demons that you’re hiding from
When all your promises are gone
I’m the only one

Please baby can’t you see
I’m trying to explain
I’ve been here before and I’m locking the door
And I’m not going back again
Her eyes and arms and skin won’t make
It go away
You’ll wake up tomorrow and wrestle the sorrow
That holds you down today

Go on and hold her till the screaming is gone
Go on believe her when she tells you
Nothing’s wrong
But I’m the only one
Who’ll walk across the fire for you
I’m the only one
Who’ll drown in my desire for you
It’s only fear that makes you run
The demons that you’re hiding from
When all your promises are gone
I’m the only one

:guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Melissa Etheridge from her self-titled debut in 1988:

Bring Me Some Water

Tonight I feel so weak
But all in love is fair
I turn the other cheek
And I feel the slap and the sting of the foul night air
And I know you’re only human
And I haven’t got talking room
But tonight while I’m making excuses
Some other woman is making love to you

Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see I’m burning alive
Can’t you see my baby’s got another lover
I don’t know how I’m gonna survive
Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see it’s out of control
Baby’s got my heart and my baby’s got my mind
But tonight the sweet devil’s got my soul

When will this aching pass
When will this night be through
I want to hear the breaking glass
I only feel the steel of the red hot truth
And I’d do anything to get it out of my mind
I need some insanity that temporary kind
Tell me how will I ever be the same
When I know that woman is whispering your name

Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see I’m burning alive
Can’t you see my baby’s got another lover
I don’t know how I’m gonna survive
Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see it’s out of control
Baby’s got my heart and my baby’s got my mind
But tonight the sweet devil’s got my soul

Oh, the devil’s got my soul

Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see I’m burning alive
Can’t you see my baby’s got another lover
I don’t know how I’m gonna survive
Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see it’s out of control
Baby’s got my heart and my baby’s got my mind
But tonight the sweet devil’s got my soul

:guitar: :banana: :mango :devil:

[ABlairican Pie]

Her 1989 album was Brave and Crazy:

You Can Sleep While I Drive

Come on baby let’s get out of this town
I got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down
There’s a chill in my bones
I don’t want to be left alone
So baby you can sleep while I drive
I’ll pack my bag and load up my guitar
In my pocket I’ll carry my harp
I got some money I saved
Enough to get underway
And baby you can sleep while I drive

We’ll go thorough tucson up to santa fe
And barbara in nashville says we’re welcome to stay
I’ll buy you glasses in texas a hat from new orleans
And in the morning you can tell me your dreams

You know I’ve seen it before
This mist that covers your eyes
You’ve been looking for something
That’s not in your life
My intentions are true
Won’t you take me with you
And baby you can sleep while I drive

Oh is it other arms you want to
Hold you the stranger
The lover you’re free
Can’t you get that with me

Come on baby let’s get out of this town
I got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down
If you won’t take me with you
I’ll go before night is through
And baby you can sleep while I drive

[ABlairican Pie]

1992's Never Enough was a sort of change toward more pop, and was not as highly regarded as her others, but the album cover alone is worth the price of admission. :grineyes:

Dance Without Sleeping

I don’t want to talk about it
I’ve done enough I think
I don’t want to spend more money
Don’t want another drink
I would scratch out all the images
If I had the chance
Don’t ask me what I’m thinking
Can’t you see I only want to dance

Dance without sleeping
Dance without fear
Dance without senses no message I hear
Dance without sleeping
Dance till I’m numb
Dance till I think I can overcome

Walking on the edge of rage and understanding
Between the black and the white
This child is so angry
Alone here tonight
Alarming desperation
Leads me to believe
With all my shields and protection
It’s only me I deceive

Dance without sleeping
Dance without fear
Dance without senses no message I hear
Dance without sleeping
Dance till I’m numb
Dance till I think I can overcome

The eyes on a magazine
The voice on the radio
The kiss on the movie screen
This is the story I know
Fathers hold on and they never go
Mothers hold on and they never go
Lovers hold on and they never go
Lovers they come and they never go

Dance without sleeping
Dance without fear
Dance without senses no message I hear
Dance without sleeping
Dance till I’m numb
Dance till I think I can overcome

[ABlairican Pie]

k.d. Lang stepped away from her reputation as a lesbian country singer (Angel With a Lariat album) for a more pop direction on her 1994 album Ingenue, which featured the hit "Constant Craving". In spite of country music's appeal toward homophobic "rednecks", it had a vast audience with lesbians as well.

Constant Craving

Even through the darkest phase
Be it thick or thin
Always someone marches brave
Here beneath my skin

Constant craving
Has always been

Maybe a great magnet pulls
All souls towards truth
Or maybe it is life itself
That feeds wisdom
To it’s youth

Constant craving
Has always been

Craving
Ah ha
Constant craving
Has always been

Constant craving
Has always been
Constant craving
Has always been

Craving
Ah ha
Constant craving
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been

¡¡

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Lang was no stranger to controversy either: After declaring herself to be a vegetarian due to her outrage at how meat was made, the country western music scene turned on her (the good ol' boys lahks them thar red meat burgers), so she turned her back on country for straight on pop. But more eyebrows were raised when she appeared with supermodel Cindy Crawford in Lang's own lesbian fantasy on the cover of Vanity Fair where Crawford gave her a shave!! :grineyes: :lol: The homophobes were outraged, but Lang and Crawford enjoyed the photo shoot. Cindy Crawford explained she was not herself a lesbian, it was all in good fun (not that there's anything wrong with that... ;) ).

Miss Chatelaine

Just a kiss just a kiss
I have lived just for this
I can’t explain why I’ve become
Miss chatelaine

Just a smile just a smile
Hold me captive just a while
I can’t explain why I’ve become
Miss chatelaine

Every time your eyes meet mine
Clouds of qualm
Burst into sunshine

Just a sigh just a sigh
Words my love just reply
I can’t explain why I’ve become
Miss chatelaine
Miss chatelaine

Zing!!!

Just a smile just a smile
Hold me captive just a while
I can’t explain why I’ve become
Miss chatelaine

Every time your eyes meet mine
Clouds of qualm
Burst into sunshine

Just a kiss just a kiss
I have lived just for this
I can’t explain why I’ve become
Miss chatelaine

Miss chatelaine
Miss chatelaine
Miss chatelaine
Miss chatelaine

[ABlairican Pie]

Former Christian music singer Leslie Phillips/now alternative pop singer Sam Phillips (not to be confused with the legendary Sun Records head man) released a vastly underrated album, Martinis and Bikinis, which featured
more of her Beatlesque tunes on songs such as "Baby I Can't Please You". She even contributed a cover John Lennon's "Gimme Some Truth". Many felt that her stay in music would be very short, but it helped that she was married to big time producer/musician T-Bone Burnett, who co-wrote some of her songs. She had not left her faith, she had reclaimed a sense of mystery about God, not content to merely give people easy answers as she had done in the past.

What would her former handlers in contemporary Christian music say about that album cover? :confused: ;)

Baby I Can't Please You

Baby i can't please you i can't please you

Every time you start to critize
I can see the misery in your eyes
You say i make your pain
You're trying to turn the blame all around you

You take the words i say and make them mean
Everything they don't baby you're obscene
You don't listen you don't hear
You're blinded by the fear that surrounds you

I know you say love when you mean control
You buy the truth and your heart is cold
So you live in shadows

You try to tell the world how it should spin
But you live in terror with the hollow men
Who stun you with their lies
With fever in their eyes as they drown you

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Gimme Some Truth

I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight-short sighted - narrow minded hypocrytics,

All i want is the truth,
Just gimme some truth,

I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic - psychotic-pig headed politicians,

All i want is the truth,
Just gimme some truth,

No short haired - yellow bellied
Son of tricky dicky,
Is gonna mother hubbard,
Soft soap me,
With just a pocketful of hope,
Money for dope,
Money for rope,

I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight liped - condecending -
Mommies little chauvanists,

All i want is the truth,
Just gimme some truth,

I've had enough watching scenes of
Schizophrenic - ego - centric - paranoic -
Prima - donnas,

All i want is the truth,
Just gimme some truth.

[ABlairican Pie]

In 1991, Sam Phillips released Cruel Inventions.

Lying

if i said i believe my eyes
and science can move my soul
if i said i'm not afraid to die
and i don't need you

i'd be lying

if i said the way he looks at me
doesn't make me want to undress
if i said i could leave you now
and go where i could forget

i'd be lying

i've been lying all my life with silence
and i need to find the words to tell you

if i said i don't want what i don't have
and all the answers are enough
if i said i believe in myself
and that's enough

i'd be lying

[ABlairican Pie]

Lisa Loeb was another singer/songwriter of the East Coast folk-pop scene who, with her band Nine Stories, released the album Tails in 1994, which featured the gentle yet passionately sung tune, "Stay".

Stay

You say I only hear what I want to.
You say I talk so all the time so.
And I thought what I felt was simple,
And I thought that I don’t belong,
And now that I am leaving,
Now I know that I did something wrong ’cause I mised you.
Yeah yeah, I missed you.
And you say I only hear what I want to:
I don’t listen hard,
Don’t pay attention to the distance that you’re running
To anyone, anywhere,
I don’t understand if you really care,
I’m only hearing negative: no, no, no.
So I turned the radio on, I turned the radio up,
And this woman was singing my song:
Lover’s in love, and the other’s run away,
Lover is crying ’cause the other won’t stay.
Some of us hover when we weep for the other who was
Dying since the day they were born.
Well, well, this is not that;
I think that I’m throwing, but I’m thrown.
And I thought I’d live forever, but now I’m not so sure.
You try to tell me that I’m clever,
But that won’t take me anyhow, or anywhere with you.
You said that I was naive,
And I thought that I was strong.
I thought, ’hey, I can leave, I can leave.’
Oh, but now I know that I was wrong, ’cause I missed you.
Yeah, I miss you.
You said, ’i caught you ’cause I want you and one day I’ll let you go.
’you try to give away a keeper, or keep me ’cause you know you’re just scared to lose.
And you say, ’stay.’
And you say I only hear what I want to.

[ABlairican Pie]

In fact, Lisa Loeb's single "Stay" came out before the album, on the "Reality Bites" soundtrack.

There is something sexy about a woman with cat's-eye glasses. :eyes:

Do You Sleep?

Do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore?
Do you sleep, do you count sheep anymore?
Do you sleep anymore?
Do you take plight on my tongue like lead?
Do you fall gracefully into bed anymore?
I saw you as you walked across my room.
You looked out the window, you looked at the moon.
And you sat on the corner of my bed, and
You smoked with the ghost in the back of my head.
And I don’t know, and I don’t care
If I ever will see you again.
I don’t know, and I don’t care
If I ever will be there.
Do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore?
Do you sleep, do you keep me anymore?
You kick my foot under the table,
I kick you back;
I can’t say I’m able to
Stand for you or
Fall for you ever again.
Wish for a perfect setting?
Wishing that I am letting you
Take me where you want me
All over again?
You can’t give yourself absolutely to someone else.
And I don’t know, and I don’t care
If I ever will see you again.
I don’t know, and I don’t care
If I ever will be there.
I saw you as you walked across my room.
You looked out the window, you looked at the moon.
And you sat on the corner of my bed, and
You smoked with the ghost in the back of my head.
Do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore?
Do you sleep, do you count sheep anymore?
Do you sleep anymore?
I don’t know, and I don’t care
If I ever will be there.
Will be there?

[ABlairican Pie]

Lollapalooza 1994 was a rather bittersweet affair for fans of alternative, given the tragic self-induced death of Kurt Cobain. Nirvana was originally scheduled to headline, but seeing that the band was no more, Smashing Pumpkins took their place. It was rather a letdown when their guiding figure of grunge had taken the wind out of the sails of rock, things did not feel the same. Was alternative the big splash anymore, now that its founding father had demonstrated that rock and roll was no longer the great golden dream it was believed to be? Was there anything more to look for?

Billy Corgan, ever the happy-go-lucky soul, complained about the high prices
of the rivalling Woodstock 20th Anniversary Festival (even though he and his other bandmates were most likely making a fortune at Lollapaloozer).

The lineup:

1994: Main Stage: Smashing Pumpkins, Beastie Boys, George Clinton & the P.Funk All-Stars, The Breeders, A Tribe Called Quest, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, L7, Boredoms, Green Day, Side Stage: The Flaming Lips, the Verve, The Boo Radleys, The Frogs, Guided By Voices, Lambchop, Girls Against Boys, Rollerskate Skinny, Palace Songs, Stereolab, FU-Schnickens, The Pharcyde, Shudder To Think, Luscious Jackson, King Kong, Charlie Hunter Trio, Shonen Knife, Blast Off Country Style, Souls of Mischief, Cypress Hill, Black Crowes.

[ABlairican Pie]

The Beastie Boys rip it up onstage:

[ABlairican Pie]

Shudder to Think, who featured a gay frontman:

[ABlairican Pie]

Stereolab:

[ABlairican Pie]

After spending the tenth and twentieth anniversary resisting a reenactment of the youth cultural event of the 60's, promoters put on a 25th Anniversary of Woodstock. Not surprisingly, the event was not the kind of simple, down to earth, back to basics lovefest as the first one was. It smelled rather corporate--big names and bigger beverage prices were on hand. The country was doing well economically, a Baby Boomer former college radical was president, no one was at war, life was good. In other words, was this REALLY this generation's Woodstock?? :confused:

Bands included:

Performers
Aerosmith
Allman Brothers Band
Arrested Development
The Band
Blind Melon
Blues Traveler
Candlebox
Johnny Cash
Jimmy Cliff's All Star Reggae Jam (with Rita Marley & Shabba Ranks)
Joe Cocker
Collective Soul
Counting Crows
The Cranberries
Crosby, Stills & Nash
Sheryl Crow
Country Joe McDonald (with the Fugs)
Cypress Hill
Del Amitri
Bob Dylan
Melissa Etheridge
Peter Gabriel
Green Day (bassist Mike Dirnt lost two teeth in a scuffle with security after being confused for a wild fan)
Jackyl
King's X
Live
Metallica
Neville Brothers
Nine Inch Nails
Orleans
Paul Rodgers Band (with Neal Schon and Andy Fraser)
Porno for Pyros
Primus
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Rollins Band
Todd Rundgren
Salt-N-Pepa
Santana
Sisters of Glory (Thelma Houston, CeCe Peniston, Phoebe Snow, Mavis Staples & Lois Walden)
Spin Doctors
Sweetwater
Traffic
W.O.M.A.D.
Violent Femmes
Youssou N'Dour
Zucchero

Can you really take seriously a female R & B singer named Cece Peniston?? :confused: ;) :lol:

Invasion of the MUD PEOPLE!! :eek:

[ABlairican Pie]

Green Day:

A huge mud fight broke out between the band and fans. This was where bassist Mike Dirnt lost his teeth after being pummeled be security who mistook him for a fan. Some peace, love, and understanding at THIS Woodstock. :rolleyes: peace: peace2:

[ABlairican Pie]

Metallica:

[ABlairican Pie]

Primus (Les Claypool):

[ABlairican Pie]

Nine Inch Nails (Trent Reznor):

[ABlairican Pie]

One of the biggest-selling albums that year was The Sign by Swedish band Ace of Base, who drew instant comparisons to ABBA for their danceable ear candy. For a while they had the #1 spot on American charts (until Pantera knocked them off with Far Beyond Driven).

The Sign

Shock!

I gotta new life
You would hardly recognize me i'm so glad
How could a person like me care for you
Why do i bother
When you're not the one for me
Oooo, is enough, enough

I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes i saw the sign
Life is demanding without understanding
I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes i saw the sign
No one's gonna drag you up to get into the light where you belong
But where do you belong

Under the pale moon
For so many years i've wondered who you are
How can a person like you bring me joy
Under the pale moon
Where i see a lot of stars
Is enough, enough

I saw the sign...

I saw the sign and it opened up my mind
And i am happy now living without you
I've left you, ooohhh
I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes i saw the sign
No one's gonna drag you up to get into the light where you belong

I saw the sign - i saw the sign - i saw the sign

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

All That She Wants

She leads a lonely life
She leads a lonely life

When she woke up late in the morning light
And the day had just begun
She opened up her eyes and thought
Oh what a morning
It's not a day for work
It's a day for catching tan
Just laying on the beach and having fun
She's goning to get you

All that she wants is another baby
She's gone tomorrow boy
All that she wants is another baby
All that she wants is another baby
She's gone tomorrow boy
All that she wants is another baby
All that she wants - all that she wants

So if you are in sight and the day is right
She's the hunter you're the fox
The gentle voice that talks to you won't talk forever
It is a night for passion
But the morning means goodbye
Beware of what is flashing in her eyes
She's going to get you

All that she wants...

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Don't Turn Around

don't turn around


If you wanna leave
I won't beg you to say
And if you gotta go darling
Maybe it's better that way
I'm gonna be strong
I'm gonna do fine
Don't worry about this heart of mine
Just walk out the door
See if i care
Go on and go, but

Don't turn around
'cause you're gonna see my heart breaking
Don't turn around
I don't want you seeing me cry
Just walk away
It's tearing me apart that you're leaving
I'm letting you go
But i won't let you know
U had go

I won't miss your arms around me
Holding me tight
And if you ever think about me
Just know that i'll be alright
I'm gonna be strong
I'm gonna do fine
Don't worry about this heart of mine
I will survive
I'll make it through
I'll even learn to live without you

Don't turn around...

I wish i could scream out loud
That i love you
I wish i could say to you
Don't go
As he walks away
He feels the pain growing strong
People in your life
They don't know what's going on
Too proud to turn around
He's gone

Don't turn around...

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

One electronic band, Portishead, released an album of dark, ambient tunes called Dummy. The duo featured lead vocalist Beth Gibbons and musical arranger Geoff Barrow.

Glory Box

I’m so tired, of playing
Playing with this bow and arrow
Gonna give my heart away
Leave it to the other girls to play
For I’ve been a temptress too long

Just. .

Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be be, a woman
I just wanna be a woman

From this time, unchained
We’re all looking at a different picture
Thru this new frame of mind
A thousand flowers could bloom
Move over, and give us some room

Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be ee, a woman
I just wanna be a woman

So don’t you stop, being a man
Just take a little look from our side when you can
Sow a little tenderness
No matter if you cry

Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be ee, a woman
Its all I wanna be is all woman

For this is the beginning of forever and ever

Its time to move over

[ABlairican Pie]

Beth Gibbons live:

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KMDFM was another techno rock band which featured former Shotgun Messiah bassist Tim Tim Skold in something rather different from his hair metal band. Their 1993 album was Angst.

[robyrob]

Lollapalooza 1994 was a rather bittersweet affair for fans of alternative, given the tragic self-induced death of Kurt Cobain. Nirvana was originally scheduled to headline, but seeing that the band was no more, Smashing Pumpkins took their place. It was rather a letdown when their guiding figure of grunge had taken the wind out of the sails of rock, things did not feel the same. Was alternative the big splash anymore, now that its founding father had demonstrated that rock and roll was no longer the great golden dream it was believed to be? Was there anything more to look for?

Billy Corgan, ever the happy-go-lucky soul, complained about the high prices
of the rivalling Woodstock 20th Anniversary Festival (even though he and his other bandmates were most likely making a fortune at Lollapaloozer).

The lineup:

1994: Main Stage: Smashing Pumpkins, Beastie Boys, George Clinton & the P.Funk All-Stars, The Breeders, A Tribe Called Quest, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, L7, Boredoms, Green Day, Side Stage: The Flaming Lips, the Verve, The Boo Radleys, The Frogs, Guided By Voices, Lambchop, Girls Against Boys, Rollerskate Skinny, Palace Songs, Stereolab, FU-Schnickens, The Pharcyde, Shudder To Think, Luscious Jackson, King Kong, Charlie Hunter Trio, Shonen Knife, Blast Off Country Style, Souls of Mischief, Cypress Hill, Black Crowes.


i went to that one :rock:

[Steve M.]

Don't Turn Around

don't turn around


If you wanna leave
I won't beg you to say
And if you gotta go darling
Maybe it's better that way
I'm gonna be strong
I'm gonna do fine
Don't worry about this heart of mine
Just walk out the door
See if i care
Go on and go, but

Don't turn around
'cause you're gonna see my heart breaking
Don't turn around
I don't want you seeing me cry
Just walk away
It's tearing me apart that you're leaving
I'm letting you go
But i won't let you know
U had go

I won't miss your arms around me
Holding me tight
And if you ever think about me
Just know that i'll be alright
I'm gonna be strong
I'm gonna do fine
Don't worry about this heart of mine
I will survive
I'll make it through
I'll even learn to live without you

Don't turn around...

I wish i could scream out loud
That i love you
I wish i could say to you
Don't go
As he walks away
He feels the pain growing strong
People in your life
They don't know what's going on
Too proud to turn around
He's gone

Don't turn around...

:banana: :mango


Written by Neil Diamond! :)

[Steve M.]

Miss Chatelaine

Just a kiss just a kiss
I have lived just for this
I can’t explain why I’ve become
Miss chatelaine

Just a smile just a smile
Hold me captive just a while
I can’t explain why I’ve become
Miss chatelaine

Every time your eyes meet mine
Clouds of qualm
Burst into sunshine

Just a sigh just a sigh
Words my love just reply
I can’t explain why I’ve become
Miss chatelaine
Miss chatelaine

Zing!!!

Just a smile just a smile
Hold me captive just a while
I can’t explain why I’ve become
Miss chatelaine

Every time your eyes meet mine
Clouds of qualm
Burst into sunshine

Just a kiss just a kiss
I have lived just for this
I can’t explain why I’ve become
Miss chatelaine

Miss chatelaine
Miss chatelaine
Miss chatelaine
Miss chatelaine

I originally thought this song was called "Miss Chevrolet!" :lol:

[Steve M.]

"Miss Chevrolet" was Dinah Shore, of course. In the fifties, she was fmaous for her Chevrolet-sponsored TV show, and for her performance of the jingle of GM's Apple Pie Division (See the U.S.A. in your Chevrolet!") and her kiss-blowing signoffs - the wholesome kind. She was a great entertainer and a wonderful human being. Her death saddened even the most cynical rock and roll fan. RIP. :(

http://www.biography.com/tv/listings/images/dshore.jpg

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Here is one of Dinah Shore's most popular songs from the 1940's. I used to listen to this when I got my first record player at the age of 9 and my grandmother gave me a whole bunch of records for me to play:

Buttons and Bows

(Spoken: ) A western ranch is just a branch of Nowhere Junction to me.
Give me the city where living's pretty and the gals wear finery.

East is east and west is west
And the wrong one I have chose
Let's go where I'll keep on wearin'
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows

Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And I'll stand out
In buttons and bows

I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love ya' longer, stronger where
Yer friends don't tote a gun

My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let's vamoose where gals keep usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows

Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows

:banana: :mango

Here's a pinup picture of Dinah Shore during World War II:

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The first fatality of the year was in fact vocalist Harry Nilsson, known simply as Nilsson, famous for his hits such as "Lime in the Coconut", and "Jump Into the Fire", as well as for singing the theme song to "The Courtship of Eddie's Father". He was also a friend and contemporary of John Lennon during his estrangement during the 70's from Yoko Ono. Nilsson died from a massive heart attack after finishing a series of recordings.

Nilsson's life seemed to be rife with misfortune. Born on June 15, 1941 in New York, his father left the family when he was three. He spent his time shuffling
back and forth to relatives' homes, eventually ending up with an uncle who taught him to sing. He took singing jobs in California while being employed as an (underage) computer technician at a bank when the new technology was becoming popular. As a fledgling singer, many established artists were impressed with his renditions of r & b favorites, and in the mid-60's, was teamed up with producer Phil Spector, who pointed him in the direction of many other famous performers such as Glen Campbell and The Yardbirds. The Beatles were very interested in his singing abilities, and employed him on background vocals in various recordings. His cover of a song "Everybody's Talking" was featured in the movie "Midnight Cowboy", which one him his first Grammy, and his song "One" was covered by Three Dog Night. At this time, Nilsson sang the theme song to "The Courtship of Eddie's Father", but never released it as a single.

As Nilsson began to establish himself as a promising solo artist, he began a musical partnership with Randy Newman, which began a decent start to the latter's successful career. Other hits included "Me and My Arrow", as well as "Without You", a Badfinger cover, but his biggest album Nilsson Schmilsson , in 1971, established him as a star with "Lime in the Coconut" and "Jump Into the Fire." His followup, Son of Schmilsson featured songs which shocked many with its tawdry, angry lyrics. Now having complete control over his music, he released an album of pop standards featuring songs by Irving Berlin and others, A Bit of Schmilsson in the Night. His association with friend John Lennon became racuous as both embarked on escapades with drugs and heavy drinking, eventually both singers being kicked out for heckling the Smothers Brothers at L.A.'s Troubador. Nilsson even injured a vocal cord during rehearsals for an upcoming album with more racy lyrics and titles.

[ABlairican Pie]

Nilsson feared that his ruptured vocal cord would hamper further collaborations with John Lennon, but still kept on in spite of the injury. He struggled with two more mid-70's albums, Duit on Mon Dei (1975), but neither it nor its follow-ups, Sandman and ...That's the Way It Is (both 1976) found much success. His next album, Knnillssonn, was a more promising effort which would make a decent comeback for him now that his singing voice had recovered, but release was eclipsed the death of Elvis Presley, which created a huge demand for the late singer's back catalogue. He left his record label RCA after they released a greatest hits album of Nilsson without his permission.

His work with show business continued when he wrote the music for the big screen version of the classic comic Popeye with Robin Williams and Shelley Duvall, but felt ready to retire from the business. He was devastated by the murder of his friend John Lennon in the fall of 1980, and added his support to the cause to end handgun violence. Tragically, Nilsson fell victim to a trusted financial advisor who had embezzled all the money he had ever made as a recording artist. This incident further pushed his health to the breaking point, and in order to earn back his livelihood, he insisted that his record company release a box set of his previous material. He began working on one final album, but as he completed the songs, he died later that night. The next year, Nilsson's career retrospective was put out, but his last studio album, entitled "Papa's Got a Brand New Robe" remained unreleased. :(

Nilsson's productive and often wild life proved that quite often the music and entertainment industry never fully rewards some of its most talented stars. ohno:

Harry Nilsson in 1968:

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Here is one of his most popular songs (not to be confused with the Metallica song of nearly the same name). The bass solo in this is very low:

Jump Into the Fire

You can climb a mountain
You can swim the sea
You can jump into the fire
But you'll never be free

You can shake me up
Or I can break you down
Whoa-o-o-o-
Whoa-o-o-o-
We can make each other happy (4X)

{repeat entire twice more}

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Harry Nilsson with John Lennon:

[ABlairican Pie]

Lime in the Coconut

Bruder bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime,
His sister had anudder one she paid it for de lime.

She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot' up
She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot' up.
She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot' up
She put de lime in de coconut, she call de doctor, woke 'im up,

Said "doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?"
I said "Doctor, to relieve this belly ache,"
I said "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?"
I said "Doctor, to relieve this belly ache."
Now lemme get this straight,

You put de lime in de coconut, you drank 'em bot' up,
You put de lime in de coconut, you drank 'em bot' up,
You put de lime in de coconut, you drank 'em bot'up,
You put de lime in de coconut, you call your doctor, woke 'im up,

Said " Doctor, ain't there nothing' I can take?"
I said, "Doctor, to relieve this belly ache."
I said "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?'
I said, "Doctor, to relieve this belly ache,"

You put de lime in de coconut, you drink 'em bot' togedder
Put de lime in de coconut and you'll feel better,
Put de lime in de coconut, drink 'em bot' up,
Put de lime in de coconut and call me in the morning."

:banana: :mango

Harry Nilsson and John Lennon play pool:

[ABlairican Pie]

Son of Schmilsson:

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Coincidentally, Mariah Carey covered Harry Nilsson's song "Without You" on her album Music Box. The album featured such hits as "Dreamlover" and "Hero", which was the subject of a plagiarism suit by a partner of reclusive Sly Stone.

It was actually a good year for Mariah Carey, as she married Sony president Tony Matollah, her popularity reached its peak.

Dreamlover

I need a lover to give me
The kind of love that will last always
I need somebody uplifting
To take me away babe...oh yeah yeah
I want a lover who knows me
Who understands how I feel inside
Someone to comfort and hold me
Through the long lonely nights
Till the dawn
Why don't you take me away

Dreamlover come rescue me
Take me up take me down
Take me anywhere you want to baby now
I need you so desperately
Won't you please come around
'Cause I wanna share forever with you baby

I don't want another pretender
To disillusion me one more time
Whispering words of forever
Playing with my mind

I need someone to hold on to
The kind of love that won't fly away
I just want someone to belong to
Everyday
Of my life
Always
So come and take me away

Dreamlover come rescue me
Take me up take me down
Take me anywhere you want to baby now
I need you so desperately
Won't you please come around
'Cause I wanna share forever with you baby
'Cause I wanna share forever with you baby

[ABlairican Pie]

Hero

There's a hero,
If you look inside your heart,
You don't have to be afraid
Of what you are.
There's an answer,
If you reach into your soul,
And the sorrow that you know
Will melt away


And then a hero comes along,
With the strength to carry on,
And you cast your fears aside,
And you Know you can survive.
So when you feel like hope is gone,
Look inside you and be strong,
And you'll finally see the truth,
That a hero lies in you.

It's a long road,
When you face the world alone,
No one reaches out a hand,
For you to hold.
You can find love,
If you search within yourself,
And that emptiness you felt,
Will disappear.

And then a hero comes along,
With the strength to carry on,
And you cast your fears aside,
And you Know you can survive.
So when you feel like hope is gone,
Look inside you and be strong,
And you'll finally see the truth,
That a hero lies in you.

(Ohhhhhh) Lord knows,
Dreams are hard to follow.
But don't let anyone tear them away (hey yeah).
Hold on,
There will be tomorrow.
In time you'll find the way.
REPEAT CHORUS
That a hero lies in
...you...

[ABlairican Pie]

Janet Jackson released Janet. It was an album that drew more attention for the sensuous photograph featured in Rolling Stone where an unseen male standing behind her covered her breasts with his hands. :eek:
:grineyes:

And this was in the days before "wardrobe malfunction" became part of of the vocabulary.

That's the Way Love Goes

Like a moth to a flame
Burned by the fire
My love is blind
Can’t you see my desire?
That’s the way love goes
Like a moth to a flame
Burned by the fire
My love is blind
Can’t you see my desire?

Like a moth to a flame
Burned by the fire
My love is blind
Can’t you see my desire
That’s the way love goes
Like a moth to a flame
Burned by the fire
That’s the way love goes
My love is blind
Can’t you see my desire?

Come with me
Don’t you worry
I’m gonna make you crazy
I’ll give you the time of your life

I’m gonna take you places
You’ve never been before and
You’ll be so happy that you came

Oooooh, I’m gonna take you there
Oo-ooh hoo-ooh oo-ooh
That’s the way love goes
Hoo
That’s the way love goes
That’s the way love goes
That’s the way love goes

Don’t mind if I light candles
I like to watch us play and
Baby, I’ve got on what you like

Come closer
Baby closer
Reach out and feel my body
I’m gonna give you all my love
Ooh sugar don’t you hurry
You’ve got me here all night
Just close your eyes and hold on tight

Ooh baby
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Go deeper
Baby deeper
You feel so good I’m gonna cry

Oooooh I’m gonna take your there
Oo-ooh hoo-ooh oo-ooh
That’s the way love goes
Hoo
That’s teh way love goes
That’s the way love goes it goes it goes
Oooh that’s the way love goes
Reach out and feel my body
That’s the way love goes
Dontcha know
That’s the way
Like a moth to a flame
Burned by the fire
My love is blind
Can’t you see my desire
Like a moth to a flame
Burned by the fire my love is blind
Can’t you see my desire?
That’s the way love goes....

[ABlairican Pie]

Def Leppard's first album with new guitarist Vivian Campbell, Retro Active, was not the hugest album in the era of post-grunge, but did feature a few decent songs, such as "The Desert Song" and a cover of 70's band Sweet's "Action" (we'll be getting back to some of those "lost classics" later on.). The band was venturing away from its traditional metal and embracing more pop (understandable given drummer Rick Allen's situation), but the band had not lost its trademark harmonies. The album cover is excellent, from a picture called "Vanity", which has more than meets the eye.

The Desert Song

Dark ’n’ dirty like you never seen.
A mind all twisted with thoughts so unclean.
My heart is racing all tattered and torn.
I stand here naked as the day I was born.

Only the lonely will stand.
I’m holding the world in my hand.
I got to believe!

The sky is falling on this setting sun.
Echoes of silence ringing loud and long.
This isolation is the king of pain.
A lost horizon in an ocean of flames.

Yeah, oh.
I’ve been here before, but not as I stand here today.
I wait for the dawn.
Ready to walk into the light.
Ah! (fade w/ outro)

[ABlairican Pie]

This track, a cover of the tune by Sweet, reflects their fondness for standard 70's pop-metal, which easily filtered into their earlier hits.

Action

So you think you'll take another piece of me
To satisfy your intellectual need
Do you want, do you want...Action?

Gonna bring you down cause you're pushin' me
You gotta recognize my superiority

Liar, liar
You know you believed it
Liar, liar
Cause I'm the main man
And that's why...

Everybody wants a piece of the action
Everybody needs a main attraction
I got what everybody needs
Satisfaction guaranteed
Everybody wants a piece of the action

I was suicidal cause she was my idol
Baby baby baby bring it to your knees
Well there was a time I would have walked the line
Don't you bring me down with your insatiable greed

[Repeat Bridge]

[Repeat Chorus]

Do you want... Action!! Action!!
Everybody wants, everybody needs
Everybody wants, everybody needs

[Repeat Bridge and Chorus]

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Kyuss was an influential Southern California band which popularized what was known as "stoner rock", a very retro, pyschedelic sounding brand of metal which had similarities with Black Sabbath, Budgie, Cathedral, Sleep, and others in the 70's hard rock/early metal vein. It was not so much because the band smoked large amounts of controlled substances (though that may have been a factor ;) ), but because the music resembled the druggy sound championed by fans who did, particularly twenty years prior. Originally known as the Sons of Kyuss, a Dungeons and Dragons character reference, they shortened their name to just Kyuss and joked in interviews that the letters were an acronym for "Knowing You're Under Someone's Scrotum". :lol: The band featured John Garcia on vocals, Josh Homme on guitar, Nick Oliveri on bass guitar and Brant Bjork on drums. Oliveri was later replaced by Scott Reeder. Finding fans in Nirvana helped the band take off onto a major label, but it wasn't long before the band broke up, citing musical and personal differences. They released Welcome to Sky Valley in 1994. The band would later emerge as a new, more familiar entity in the next few years.

[ABlairican Pie]

Kyuss drew quite a following in the desert communities in Southern California.
Their 1994 album featured such tracks as "Gardenia", "Asteroid", "Space Cadet", "Whitewater" and "Odyssey".

Odyssey

Take one to the mountain
Take one to the sea
Take one to the belly of the beast
and then you'll take one with me

Shut it, shut it on

Freezing in the fires
when I utter howl your name
once you return from the belly of the beast
you're never quite the same

Shut it, shut it on,
Shut it, shut it on,

fire on the mountain
and it rages inside of your soul
the fire inside the belly of the beast
well it thunderizes your soul

Shut it, shut it on

[ABlairican Pie]

TLC were one very successful r & b trio featuring Lisa "Left-Eye" Lopes, Tionne "T-Boz" Watkins, and Rozonda "Chili" Thomason vocals. Their 1994 album Crazysexycool was a huge hit with
songs such as "Waterfalls", "Creep", and "Digging On You". But not all was well with the members--Lopez was found guilty of arson after burning down the mansion Atlanta Falcons' football player Andre Rison, with whom she lived,
when she set a pair of sneakers on fire in his plexiglass tub! :eek: She served five years of probation.

[Steve M.]

The great cultural divide among blacks and whites in Middle America had grown even wider by 1994. Middle-class blacks listened to soul - old Motown records, Luther Vandross, Patti LaBelle, and Johnny Gill - while middle-class whites suddenly developed a fondness for country in the form of Alan Jackson, Travis Tritt, Reba McIntire, and Brooks and Dunn. White people thought soul was too intimate. Black people though country was too Republican. Never did the twain meet. . . until a group of R&B and C&W artists decided to correct thatr situation by recording an album of duet covers of soul and country classics called. . . Rhythm, Country and Blues. It was released in January 1994.

http://www.jim-jp.com/collection/countryrb.jpg

Rhythm, Country and Blues contained very fine covers such as Vince Gill and Gladys Knight duetting on "Ain't Nothing Like The Real Thing," Sam Moore and Conway Twitty (who died shortly after this record was made :( ) singing "Rainy Night In Georgia," and Al Green and Lyle Lovett perfroming Willie Nelson's "Funny How Time Slips Away." This LP served to reming blakcs and whites alike that soul and country shared a common heritage. . . and that rock and roll would never have been started if the two hadn't cross-pollianted in the first place. :)

Rhythm, Country and Blues not only helped heal the racial divide in middle-class America, it made blacks and whites realize they had something in common. . . . they couldn't stand the crap their teenage kids were listening to! :lol:

[ABlairican Pie]

In regards to bridging the great racial divide, one event more than a musical album brought people of both ethnicities together: A HIGH-PROFILE MURDER.


THE SUSPECT:

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THE VICTIMS:

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THE GETAWAY VEHICLE:

[Steve M.]

Do you know who drove the getaway vehicle? Ah, you know who he is, dammit! :D

[Steve M.]

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.

I used to think the Ozark Mountain Daredevils song "Jackie Blue" was written about her.

[ABlairican Pie]

The great cultural divide among blacks and whites in Middle America had grown even wider by 1994. Middle-class blacks listened to soul - old Motown records, Luther Vandross, Patti LaBelle, and Johnny Gill - while middle-class whites suddenly developed a fondness for country in the form of Alan Jackson, Travis Tritt, Reba McIntire, and Brooks and Dunn. White people thought soul was too intimate. Black people though country was too Republican. Never did the twain meet. . . until a group of R&B and C&W artists decided to correct thatr situation by recording an album of duet covers of soul and country classics called. . . Rhythm, Country and Blues. It was released in January 1994.

http://www.jim-jp.com/collection/countryrb.jpg

Rhythm, Country and Blues contained very fine covers such as Vince Gill and Gladys Knight duetting on "Ain't Nothing Like The Real Thing," Sam Moore and Conway Twitty (who died shortly after this record was made :( ) singing "Rainy Night In Georgia," and Al Green and Lyle Lovett perfroming Willie Nelson's "Funny How Time Slips Away." This LP served to reming blakcs and whites alike that soul and country shared a common heritage. . . and that rock and roll would never have been started if the two hadn't cross-pollianted in the first place. :)

Rhythm, Country and Blues not only helped heal the racial divide in middle-class America, it made blacks and whites realize they had something in common. . . . they couldn't stand the crap their teenage kids were listening to! :lol:R & B and Country & Western do share a common root, the blues. In fact, C & W is an off-shoot of the blues, which means it is essentially AFRICAN-AMERICAN music. Betcha didn't know that!! :D It would be interesting to hear duets with both r & b and country performers.

[ABlairican Pie]

We've pretty much covered just about everything in 1994, and if there is anything we've missed, we'll touch on that as well.

So as we bid a less-than-fond farewell to the year where grunge died with the
self-inflicted passing of its major spokesperson, we end on a lighter note with an illustration which best exemplifies the Seattle scene at its peak, one that is
so tasteful and poignant:

http://www.mailordercentral.com/artrock/images/CP016%20LARGE.JPG

On to the next year!

[ABlairican Pie]

And now we come to the next exciting year in rock and roll:

1995!!!!

Well, maybe it wasn't so exciting. Actually it was kind of interesting, but, as the mid-point of the decade, it was simply as safe and humdrum as it was ten years before.

Yeah, YOU KNOW who I'm talking about............. ;) Those guys. :nod: :yeahthat

But we start off the year with perhaps its saddest moment.

[Steve M.]

In a minute . . . .

1995 was theyear pop suddenly went backwards. After grunge passed from the scene, a couple of the eighites popsters they hoped to consign to the dustbin of history suddenly had hits. The was a new Beatles single out at the end of the year. In betwwen you had a retrograde mush-rock group that sounded like seventies mass-produced corporate rock. Which left us asking the obvious questions. . . . What happened to moving forward? Why were we suddenly listening to hit singles from Madonna and Whitney Houston again? Why was there a new Beatles single out in 1995? And why, why, oh why were we listening to. . .

HOOTIE AND THE @###!!IN' BLOWFISH?? :mad:

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Coincidentally, this day marks the ten-year anniversary of the passing of one of rock and roll's greatest legends, Jerry Garcia. He died from heart trouble related to his acute sleep apnea, after spending time in a drug rehabilitation center. For thousands of fans, it meant the end of a way of life, the Deadhead caravans to the band's concerts, one of our last links to the carefree lifestyles of the 60's.

Born on August 1, 1942 in San Francisco, young Jerry dropped out of high school to join the army in 1960. He found the rough regimented life in the military not to his liking, prefering to play his acoustic guitar instead. After two courts martial and eight AWOLS, he left the army to return to San Francisco where he teamed up with his friend Robert Hunter, who would become the main lyricist for the Grateful Dead. Like guitarists Tony Iommi and Christian guitar hero Phil Keaggy, the loss of his middle finger above the knuckle did not deter him from playing guitar. He started out primarily as a folk and bluegrass player on acoustic guitar and banjo, joinning a local band called Mother McCree's Uptown Jug Champions, where he would later meet future Dead members Bob Weir and Ron "Pigpen" McKernan. By 1965, the group became known as The Warlocks, which then later became the Grateful Dead, for the legend of calming distressed spirits with music. By that time Garcia had graduated to electric guitar.

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In a minute . . . .

1995 was theyear pop suddenly went backwards. After grunge passed from the scene, a couple of the eighites popsters they hoped to consign to the dustbin of history suddenly had hits. The was a new Beatles single out at the end of the year. In betwwen you had a retrograde mush-rock group that sounded like seventies mass-produced corporate rock. Which left us asking the obvious questions. . . . What happened to moving forward? Why were we suddenly listening to hit singles from Madonna and Whitney Houston again? Why was there a new Beatles single out in 1995? And why, why, oh why were we listening to. . .

HOOTIE AND THE @###!!IN' BLOWFISH?? :mad:Yep, THAT'S who I meant in the opening of the 1995 post. puke:

[Steve M.]

Much to chagrin of rock critics, the Eagles did indeed reunite and go on tour. Their new album, Hell Freezes Over, was issued in November 1994.

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The new LP had four new songs that augmented an acoustic concert of their hits (including a Latinized "Hotel California"). One of the new song, "Get Over It," was slammed by the critics who interpreted it as an "angry white man" anthem taht told women and people of color to shut the :censored: up about the racism and misogyny they'd had to feal with and stop blaming their problems on others. Who the :censored: are the Eagles, critics screamed, to think no one sufers from bigotry anymore?

However, the song was not a directive to blacks and women to stop bringing up the bad old days of slavery and housewifery, but an attack on the pathetic daytime talk show guests that complained about their lives in public and going through every minute detail of how their daddy didn't love them or how their mommy didn't tell them they were pretty. Henley and his bandmates in fact supported the liberal, pro-female, pro-minority agenda that angry white men despised with a stone cold passion.

So it was too bad for the Eagles that "Get Over It" was released on Tuesday, November 8, 1994, the very day that angry white men. . .

[Steve M.]

took over Congress! :eek:

On November 8, 1994, angry white men, tired of seeing Bill Clinton and the Democrats encourage such un-American instituions as public medical insurance, gays in the military, gun control, and soccer - :lol: - gave the Republicans contol of the House of Representatives for the first time in forty years. The Republicans took over the Senate as well. Not one incumbent Republican Senator lost an election, and every open seat in the Senate went to the GOP.

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Oh yeah, and Newt Gingrich became Speaker of the House. His predecessor, Tom Foley, was voted out of office - the first Speaker to lose his bid for re-election from his district since 1860.

Newt promised a "Contract With America," a collection of fascistic directives that aimed to bring the U.S. of A. back to the times before Roosevelt was President. Teddy Roosevelt! :mad:

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Jerry Garcia basically translated his love for acoustic playing of both bluegrass, folk and blues onto electric guitar and created his own signature sound (while oddly, many would later complain of his "lack of musical talent". :confused: ). The Grateful Dead became one of the pioneers of the growing psychedelic movement in the Bay Area and on the West Coast along with bands such as The Jefferson Airplane and Big Brother and Holding Company with Janis Joplin. San Francisco became known for the freewheeling Mecca of the psychedelic counterculture, a symbol of hope amidst the turbulent changes going on in the country and in the world. People believed the peaceful revolution could begin with music and youthful idealism.

Grateful Dead, 1965:

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The Grateful Dead released their debut album in 1967. It was filled with various blues tracks and politically charged lyrics, such as the anti-war tune, "Morning Dew". Other tracks included "Good Morning, Little School Girl", "Cream Puff War", and "Viola Lee Blues".

Morning Dew

Walk me out in the morning dew my honey,
Walk me out in the morning dew today.
I can't walk you out in the morning dew my honey,
I can't walk you out in the morning dew today.

I thought I heard a baby cry this morning,
I thought I heard a baby cry this today.
You didn't hear no baby cry this morning,
You didn't hear no baby cry today.

Where have all the people gone my honey,
Where have all the people gone today.
There's no need for you to be worrying about all those people,
You never see those people anyway.

I thought I heard a young man morn this morning,
I thought I heard a young man morn today.
I thought I heard a young man morn this morning,
I can't walk you out in the morning dew today.

Walk me out in the morning dew my honey,
Walk me out in the morning dew today.
I'll walk you out in the morning dew my honey,
I guess it doesn't really matter anyway,
I guess it doesn't matter anyway,
I guess it doesn't matter anyway,
Guess it doesn't matter anyway.

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The Dead released their second album, Anthem of the Sun, in 1968. The album's recording was taken from a tour of the Pacific Northwest and the live recordings were fused together with studio tracks. It showed that the Dead were amazingly adept at innovative recording. The album was first to feature new member drummer Mickey Hart. The songs included "That's It For the Other One", "Alligator", "New Potato Caboose", and "Caution (Do Not Stop on the Tracks)".

The album could be a forerunner of progressive rock. The opening song, "That's It For the Other One" was a song suite in various sections, much in the way Yes and other bands in the 70's would structure them.

That's It For the Other One

I. Cryptical Envelopment
II. Quadlibet Tor Tender Feet
III. The Faster We Go, The Rounder We Get
IV. We Leave The Castle

The other day they waited, the sky was dark and faded,
Solemnly they stated, "He has to die, you know he has to die."
All the children learnin', from books that they were burnin',
Every leaf was turnin'; to watch him die, you know he had to die.

The summer sun looked down on him, his mother could but frown on him,
And all the others sound on him, but it doesn't seem to matter.

And when the day had ended, with rainbow colors blended,
His mind remained unbended, he had to die, you know he had to die.

Spanish lady comes to me, she lays on me this roes.
It rainbow spirals round and round it trembles and explodes.
It left a smoking crater of my mind I like to blow away.
But the heat came 'round and busted me for smiling on a cloudy day.

Comin', comin', comin' around, comin', around,
comin', around, in a circle
Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle,
Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' in a circle.

Skippin' through the lily fields I came across an empty space,
It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in it's place.
The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began,
There was cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land.

Comin', comin', comin' around, comin', around,
comin', around, in a circle
Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle,
Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' in a circle.

And when the day had ended, with rainbow colors blended,
Their minds remained unbended,
He had to die, Oh, you know he had to die

[Steve M.]

Right-wingers were in hog heaven when the new 104th Congress convened. At last welfare would be repealed, Amtrak would be dismantled, public broadcasting would be sold to Rupert Murdoch, and a whole class of "Christian" politicians would legislate morality to the nation and get rid of those weirdo Muslims and Buddhists! Also, the budget would be cut, taxes on the rich would be abolished for good, the military would be beefed up, and handguns would be cheap and plentiful! Best of all, the gays would go back in the closet, women would be back in the kitchen, and Negroes would realize that while black was beautiful and brown was grand, white was the color of the (angry) big boss man!

1994 was the year Richard Nixon died. Ironically, it was the year the Silent Majority stopped keeping quiet. :eek:

With Newt Gingrich as Speaker of the House, Tom DeLay the House Republican Whip (Newt's old job), and new faces like Bob Barr in the House and Rick Santorum in the Senate, there were nothin' but good times ahead! Except for those of us with brains. For a whole week after Election Night 1994, one song played through my head repeatedly. . . a song John Fogerty wrote the night Nixon was elected President in 1968. . . .

Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival

(J.C. Fogerty)

I see the bad moon rising,
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightning,
I see bad times today.
Don't go out tonight,
'Cause it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes a-blowing,
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers overflowing,
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
Don't go out tonight,
'Cause it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
All right. . . .

Hope you have got your things together,
Hope you are quite prepared to die!
Looks like we're in for nasty weather,
One eye is taken for an eye.

Don't come around tonight,
For it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.

(REPEAT)

[Steve M.]

Jerry Garcia basically translated his love for acoustic playing of both bluegrass, folk and blues onto electric guitar and created his own signature sound (while oddly, many would later complain of his "lack of musical talent". :confused: ).

That would be rock critic Dave Marsh, who called the Dead a pox on the face of pop and said that as long as Jerry Garcia had an "acid twinkle in his eye," he'd never have to worry about his "pedestrian chops." Marsh hated hippie rock and all things related to it becasue he thought all hippies were obnoxious upper-middle-class dropouts.

Marsh is a twit.

[Steve M.]

Oh yeah, one last thing about the 1994 elections. . . . Texas elected Goerge Bush's namesake son ats its governor. George the Younger was a friendly, affable fellow, albeit a complete moron, but the governorship of Texas was a powerless office, and besides, it wasn't like this bubbleheaded honky could ever be President of the United States, was it? :eek:

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The group's third album, 1969's Aoxomoxoa, further expanded on the band's forays into psychedelic music and experimentation in recording, producing a number of songs with layered vocals and sonic effects. The album included such tracks as "St. Stephen", "China Cat Sunflower", "Dupree's Diamond Blues", "What's Become of the Baby" and "Rosemary".

Also that year, the band performed at Woodstock, but gave what many consider to be a lackluster performance.

St. Stephen

Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Country garden in the wind and the rain,
Wherever he goes the people all complain.

Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline.
Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how.
Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell,
Hell halfway twixt now and then,
Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.

Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky.
Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day good-bye.

Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,
What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned.
Several seasons with their treasons,
Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own.
Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye,
Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills,
One man gathers what another man spills.

Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,
Seashore washed by the suds and foam,
Been here so long, he's got to calling it home.

Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, spinnin' that curious sense of your own.
Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man?

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Grateful Dead live 1967:

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The Grateful Dead during the Summer of Love days on Haight-Ashbury, 1967:

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The Dead in 1968:

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Jerry Garcia and Bob Weir at Woodstock, 1969. WOAH, they're playing transparent guitars!! :eek: Or maybe the drugs may have been THAT good. :crazy:

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The Grateful Dead released Live Dead also in 1969, which featured some of their best live performances captured on album, such as "Dark Star", "Turn On Your Love Light", and "Death Don't Have No Mercy/Feedback".

Turn On Your Love Light

Without a warning you broke my heart, takin' it baby, tore it apart
And you left me standin' in the dark, said your love for me was dyin'.

Come on baby, baby please come on baby, cause I'm on my knees.
Turn on your lights let it shine on me shine on your love light
Let it shine on me let shine, let it shine, let it shine.

When I get lonely in the middle of the night
And I need you darlin' to make things all right

So come on baby, baby please and I'm beggin' you baby cause I'm on my knees,
Turn on your lights let it shine on me
Turn on your love light let it shine on me
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

Without a warning you broke my heart, takin' it baby, tore it apart
And you left me standin' in the dark, shine your love for me was dark.

Come on baby, baby please come on baby, cause I'm on my knees.
Turn on your lights let it shine on me shine on your love light
Let it shine on me let shine, let it shine, let it shine.

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Here is one of the most interesting lyrics from Live Dead:

Dark Star

Dark star crashes, pouring its light into ashes.
Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis.
Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion.
Shall we go, you and I while we can
Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?

Mirror shatters in formless reflections of matter.
Glass hand dissolving to ice petal flowers revolving.
Lady in velvet recedes in the nights of good-bye.
Shall we go, you and I while we can
Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?


(Wow, my 15,000th post!!) :rock:


Concert poster 1966:

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In 1970, the Dead released one of their biggest albums, Workingman's Dead, which featured the hit "Casey Jones". The album was full of more folky blues influences, and featured other popular tracks as "Uncle John's Band", "Dire Wolf", "Cumberland Blues", and "Black Peter".

Casey Jones

Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey Jones is ready, watch your speed.
Trouble ahead, trouble behind,
And you know that notion just crossed my mind.

This old engine makes it on time,
Leaves Central Station 'bout a quarter to nine,
Hits River Junction at seventeen to,
At a quarter to ten you know it's travlin' again.

Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey Jones is ready, watch your speed.
Trouble ahead, trouble behind,
And you know that notion just crossed my mind.

Trouble ahead, Lady in red,
Take my advice you'd be better off dead.
Switchman's sleeping, train hundred and two is
On the wrong track and headed for you.

Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Trouble ahead, trouble behind,
And you know that notion just crossed my mind.

Trouble with you is the trouble with me,
Got two good eyes but you still don't see.
Come round the bend, you know it's the end,
The fireman screams and the engine just gleams...

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Uncle John's Band

Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more,
'Cause when life looks like Easy Street, there is danger at your door.
Think this through with me, let me know your mind,
Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?

It's a buck dancer's choice my friend; better take my advice.
You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice.
Will you come with me? Won't you come with me?
Wo, oh, what I want to know, will you come with me?

Goddamn, well I declare, have you seen the like?
Their wall are built of cannonballs, their motto is "Don't tread on me".
Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
Come with me, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.

It's the same story the crow told me; it's the only one he knows.
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait,
Wo, oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?

I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb;
I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune,
anybody's choice, I can hear your voice.
Wo, oh, what I want to know, how does the song go?

Come hear Uncle John's Band by the riverside,
Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide.

Come hear Uncle John's Band playing to the tide,
Come on along, or go alone, he's come to take his children home.
Wo, oh, what I want to know, how does the song go.

Jerry Garcia with the Dead live, 1970:

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Later in 1970, the Dead released another one of their biggest albums, American Beauty, which featured many of their biggest tunes, such as "Truckin'", "Box of Rain", "Friend of the Devil", "Ripple", and "Sugar Magnolia". The album further explored their passion for traditional American and country-blues music.

Truckin'

Truckin' got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street.
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans;
New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin'
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin', like the do-dah man. Once told me "You've got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down,

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been.

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?"

Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on.

Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in.

Busted, down on Bourbon Street, Set up, like a bowlin' pin.
Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no.

You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel;
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down.
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been.

Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on.
Hey now get back truckin' home.

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Box of Rain

Look out of any window, any morning, any evening, any day.
Maybe the sun is shining, birds are singing,
No rain is falling from a heavy sky.
What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago.

Walk out of any doorway, feel your way, feel your way like the day before.
Maybe you'll find direction,
Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you.
What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you are sleeping?
The please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too.

Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear to another day,
Maybe been seen before, through other eyes on other days while going home.
What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago.

Walk into splintered sunlight,
Inch your way through dead dreams to another land.
Maybe you're tired and broken,
Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear

What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
A box of rain will ease the pain, and love will see you through.

Just a box of rain, wind and water,
Sun and shower, wind and rain,
In and out the window like a moth before a flame.

And it's just a box of rain, I don't know who put it there,
Believe it if you need it, or leave it if you dare.

And it's just a box of rain, or a ribbon for your hair;
Such a long long time to be gone, and a short time to be there.

Dead live, 1970:

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Friend of the Devil

I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep last night 'till the morning came around.

Set out runnin' but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

Ran into the devil, babe, he loaned me twenty bills
I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills.

Set out runnin' but I take my time, a friend of the devil is a friend of mine,
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

I ran down to the levee but the devil caught me there
He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air.

Set out runnin' but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night,
The first one's named Sweet Anne Marie, and she's my hearts delight.
The second one is prison, babe, the sheriff's on my trail,
And if he catches up with me, I'll spend my life in jail.

Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee
The first one says she's got my child, but it don't look like me.

Set out runnin' but I take my time,
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine,
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.

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This is one of their biggest songs:

Sugar Magnolia

Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming, heads all empty and I don't care,
Saw my baby down by the river, knew she'd have to come up soon for air.

Sweet blossom come on, under the willow, we can have high times if you'll abide
We can discover the wonders of nature, rolling in the rushes down by the riverside.

She's got everything delightful, she's got everything I need,
Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double, pays my ticket when I speed

She comes skimmin' through rays of violet, she can wade in a drop of dew,
She don't come and I don't follow, waits backstage while I sing to you.

Well, she can dance a Cajun rhythm, jump like a willys in four wheel drive.
She's a summer love for spring, fall and winter. She can make happy any man alive.

Sugar magnolia, ringing that bluebell, caught up in sunlight, come on out singing
I'll walk you in the sunshine, come on honey, come along with me.

She's got everything delightful, she's got everything I need,
A breeze in the pines and the sun and bright moonlight, lazing in the sunshine yes indeed.

Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying, when the moon is half way down,
Sometimes when the night is dying, I take me out and I wander around, I wander 'round.

Sunshine, daydream, walking in the tall trees, going where the wind goes
Blooming like a red rose, breathing more freely,
Ride our singin', I'll walk you in the morning sunshine
Sunshine, daydream. Sunshine, daydream. Walking in the sunshine.

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Ripple

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they're better left unsung.
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.

La dee da da da, La da da da da, Da da da, Da da, Da da da da da
La da da da, La da da, Da da, La da da da, La da, Da da.

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In 1971, the Dead released their Grateful Dead Live album, or otherwise known to fans as "Skull and Roses" or "Skull F:censored:". The album was a challenging and successful attempt to capture the band's live sound. The album featured live covers of Buddy Holly's "Not Fade Away", "Mama Tried" by Merle Haggard, and Kris Kristofferson's "Me and Bobby McGee" (perhaps as their tribute to their fallen fellow musician Janis Joplin). The album also featured their epic "That's It for the Other One", "Wharf Rat", and "Playing in the Band".

Wharf Rat

Old man down, way down down, down by the docks of the city.
Blind and dirty, asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee.
I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story.
My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine.
More than my wine - more than my maker, though he's no friend of mine.

Everyone said, I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them.
Half of my life, I spent doin' time for some other f:censored:r's crime,
The other half found me stumbling 'round drunk on Burgundy wine.

But I'll get back on my feet again someday,
The good Lord willin', if He says I may.
I know that the life I'm livin's no good,
I'll get a new start, live the life I should.
I'll get up and fly away, I'll get up and fly away, fly away.

Pearly's been true, true to me, true to my dyin' day he said,
I said to him, I said to him, "I'm sure she's been."
I said to him, "I'm sure she's been true to you."

Got up and wandered, wandered downtown, nowhere to go but just hang around.
I've got a girl, named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me.
I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me.

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Europe '72 was their their live album documenting their hugely successful tour of the Continent with dates in Germany, Denmark, France and Britain, where plenty of European Deadheads flocked to their shows. The album featured such hits as "Jack Straw", "China Cat Sunflower", and covers of Hank Williams' "You Win Again" and Elmore James' "Hurts Me Too". The tour also featured former Dave Mason musicians Keith and Donna Godchaux. Sadly, it was also Pigpen McKernan's last album he would appear on. :(

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Album cover art to Europe '72:

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Bear's Choice: History of the Grateful Dead, Vol. 1 was a live album recorded in 1970 at the Fillmore East that was released in 1973. The album featured such tracks as "Katie Mae", the classic blues standard "Smokestack Lightnin'" and "Hard to Handle" sung by Pigpen (which many are familiar with as the cover by The Black Crowes).

Katie Mae

Well you know Katie Mae is a good girl
Folks say she don't run around at night
I made a mistake and she don't run around at night
Yes, you can bet your last dollar Katie Mae will treat you right.

Well some folks say she must be a Cadillac
But I say she got to be a T-model Ford
Yes she got the shape all right, but she can't carry no heavy load.

And she walks this life
Her daddy got oil wells in his backyard
Every time she got to working that woman she never has to work too hard.

I say bye-bye poor Katie Mae
These are the last words I got to say
Cause if I don't meet you tomorrow
I'll get you early in the next day.

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In 1973, the Dead released Wake of the Flood which featured tracks such as "Mississippi Half-Step Uptown Toodleoo", "Here Comes Sunshine", and "Weather Report Suite", another epic track. The band had changed their style to a more contemporary jazzy feel but still maintained their signature sound.

On March 8, 1973, Ron "Pigpen" McKernan died from a gastrointestinal hemorrage brought on from years of heavy drinking. He had sworn off alcohol for the past few years, but the effects of his indulgence soon caught up with him. His passing would be the first in a line of many casualties within the band. :(

Mississippi Halfstep Uptown Toodleoo

On the day when I was born Daddy sat down and cried.
I had the mark just as plain as day; which could not be denied.
They say that Cain caught Abel rollin' loaded dice;
Ace of Spades behind his ear and him not thinkin' twice.

Halfstep, Mississippi uptown toodeloo Hello, baby, I'm gone, good-bye
Half a cup of Rock and Rye. Farewell to you old Southern skies
I'm on my way, on my way.

If all you got to live for is what you left behind,
Get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine.
Lost my boots in transit, baby, pile of smokin' leather.
I nailed a retread to my feet and prayed for better weather.

Halfstep, Mississippi uptown toodeloo Hello, baby, I'm gone, good-bye
Half a cup of Rock and Rye. Farewell to you old Southern skies
I'm on my way, on my way.

They say that when your ship comes in, the first man takes the sails;
What's the point of callin' shots; this cue ain't straight in line.
Cue ball's made of Styrofoam and no one's got the time.

Halfstep, Mississippi uptown toodeloo Hello, baby, I'm gone, good-bye
Half a cup of Rock and Rye. Farewell to you old Southern skies
I'm on my way, on my way.

Across the Rio Grandeeo, Across the lazy river.

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RIP Pigpen McKernan, September 8, 1945-March 8, 1973.

Only 27. :(

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In 1974, the Dead released Grateful Dead From the Mars Hotel, which featured tracks such as "Unbroken Chain", "China Doll", and "Scarlet Begonias".

Unbroken Chain

Blue light rain, whoa unbroken chain,
Looking for familiar faces in an empty window pane.

Listening for the secret, searching for the sound
But I could only hear the preacher and the baying of his hounds.

Willow sky, whoa, I walk and wonder why,
They say love your brother, but you will catch it when you try.

Roll you down the line boy, drop you for a loss,
Ride you out on a cold railroad and nail you to a cross.

November and more, as I wait for the score,
They're telling me forgiveness is the key to every door.
A slow winder day a night like forever,
Sink like a stone, float like a feather.

(instrumental)

Lilac rain, unbroken chain, Song of the sawhet owl.
Out on the mountain, it'll drive you insane, Listening to the winds howl

Unbroken chain of sorrow and pearls, Unbroken chain of shy and sea.
Unbroken chain of the western wind, Unbroken chain of you and me.

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The Dead released a greatest hits album Skeletons From the Closet in 1974 which featured such tracks as "Truckin'", "Sugar Magnolia", "Casey Jones", and "Friend of the Devil".

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The Dead released Blues For Allah, one of their finer, more contemporary 70's disks with remarkable recording and production values. The album included such tracks as "Help Along the Way", "Slipknot!" (not to be confused with a current theatrical band of the same name", "Frankin's Tower", "King Solomon's Marbles"(Part 1: "Stronger Than Dirt"; Part 2: "Milkin' the Turkey"), "The Music Never Stopped", and "Sand Castles and Glass Camels".

Help Along the Way

Paradise waits, on the crest of a wave, her angels in flames.
She has no pain, like a child she is pure, she is not to blame.
Poised for flight, wings spread bright, spring from night into the sun.
Don't stop to run, she can fly like a lie, she can't be outdone.

Tell me the cost; I can pay, let me go, tell me love is not lost.
Sell everything; without love day to day insanity's king.
I will pay day by day, anyway, lock, bolt and key.
Crippled but free, I was blind all the time I was learning to see.

Help on the way, well, I know only this, I've got you today.
Don't fly away, cause I love what I love and I want it that way.
I will stay one more day, like I say, honey it's you.
Making it too, without love in a dream it will never come true.

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While the Grateful Dead have had a vast plethora of critically acclaimed and musically excellent albums which have been superior production-wise, the double-liveSteal Your Face from 1976 is not considered one of them. The album was from a show recorded at a 1974 show at Winterland in 1974.

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Terrapin Station from 1977 was perhaps the last Grateful Dead album to capture their trademark sound and epic tracks. The band at the peak of their classic 70's polished sound with full orchestration, but change was coming as the decade wore down. Their engaging epic song was the title track at the album's closing.

Terrapin Station

Terrapin Station - Lady With a Fan

Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm,
That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done.
While the firelight's aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow,
Till things we've never seen will seem familiar.

Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm.
Down in Carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago.
Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him,
Who came through many fights, but lost at love.

While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks;
Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there.
Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair,
She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion's den.

Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell?
I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance.
The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise,
Strategy was his strength, and not disaster.

The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him.
That's how it stands today. You decide if he was wise.
The story teller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voice.
His job is to shed light, and not to master.

Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold,
In hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold.

Terrapin Station

Inspiration, move me brightly. Light the song with sense and color;
Hold away despair, more than this I will not ask.
Faced with mysteries dark and vast, statements just seem vain at last.
Some rise, some fall, some climb, to get to Terrapin.

Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright;
The spiral light of Venus, rising first and shining best,
On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon,
While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune,
Terrapin Station.

In the shadow of the moon, Terrapin Station.
And I know we'll get there soon, Terrapin Station.
I can't figure out, Terrapin, if it's the end or beginning, Terrapin,
But the train's put it's brakes on, Terrapin,
And the whistle is screaming, TERRAPIN.

Terrapin Station - At the Siding

While you were gone, these faces filled with darkness.
The obvious was hidden. With nothing to believe in,

Sullen wings of fortune beat like rain.
You're back in Terrapin for good or ill again, for good or ill again.

[ABlairican Pie]

The Dead released another "best-of" album, What a Long Strange Trip It's Been, a 2-album set.

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For many Dead purists, 1978's Shakedown Street was total anathema when they started incorporating disco elements in their songs in what seemed
to be an attempt to keep up with the times in music. It was possible that the Dead did not want to be seen as relics or "dinosaurs" from another era. Fans would later find the album to be rather decent and not the flop it was originally considered.

Gilbert Shelton, the underground comic illustrator who gave us "The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers" and "Fat Freddy's Cat", did the album cover art.

Shakedown Street

You tell me this town ain't got no heart. Well, well, well, you can never tell.
The sunny side of the street is dark. Well, well, well, you can never tell.
Maybe that's cause it's midnight, in the dark of the moon besides.

Maybe the dark is from your eyes, Maybe the dark is from your eyes,
Maybe the dark is from your eyes, Maybe the dark is from your eyes,
Maybe the dark is from your eyes, Maybe the dark is from your eyes,
You know you got such dark eyes!

Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street. Used to be the heart of town.
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart. You just gotta poke around.

You think you've seen this town clear through.
Well, well, well, you can never tell.
Nothin' here that could int'rest you. Well, well, well, you can never tell.
It's not because you missed out on the thing that we had to start.

Maybe you had too much too fast. Maybe you had too much too fast.
Maybe you had too much too fast. Maybe you had too much too fast.
Maybe you had too much too fast. Maybe you had too much too fast.
Or just over played your part.

Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street. Used to be the heart of town.
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart. You just gotta poke around.

Since I'm passing your way today. Well, well, well, you can never tell.
I just stopped in 'cause I want to say, Well, well, well, you can never tell.
I recall your darkness when it crackled like a thundercloud.

Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart.
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart.
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart.
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart.
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart.
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart.
When I can hear it beat out loud!

Nothin' shakin' on Shakedown Street. Used to be the heart of town.
Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart. You just gotta poke around.

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The Dead's very polished 1980 album was Go To Heaven. Were the Dead "dead"?? It seemed like their music was out of place for the streamlined, new-wave-ified 80's.

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The Dead showed their folk roots on their 1981 acoustic live album Reckoning, a stronger album than their past few releases.

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After going on hiatus to go into various solo projects, The Grateful Dead returned to great success on their comeback disk 1987's, "In the Dark", which featured the huge hit "Touch of Grey". An appropriate song, since Jerry Garcia had aged and was not quite the young man he used to be, but still as a living legend, he was a force to be reckoned with.

Touch of Grey

Must be getting early, clocks are running late.
Paint my love a morning sky, it's all cold.
Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains I don't care, but it's all right
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

I see you've got your list out, say your piece and kiss off.
Guess I get the gist of it, but it's all right
Oh well anyway, sorry that you feel that way.
Every silver linings got a touch of grey
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

It's a lesson to me, the ablers and the beggars and the thieves
The abc's we all think of, try to win a little love.

I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years
It's even worse than it appears, but it's all right

Cow is giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene, but it's all right
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

Shoe is on the hand that fits, that's all there really is to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit, but it's all right

Oh well a touch of grey, kinda suits you anyway,
That's all I had to say, but it's all right
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

It's a lesson to me, the devils and the East and the free
The abc's we all must face, try to save a little grace.

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Tragedy once again struck the Dead in 1990, as mentioned earlier. Keyboardist Brent Mydland, who had joined the band in 1979, died from an overdose on July 26, 1990.

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In 1989, the band released Dylan and the Dead where the band joined up with another 60's rock legend for a show recorded in 1987. All the songs were by Bob Dylan with the Dead serving as his backup band.

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!989 was also the year of the last studio album before Mydland's tragic passing, the ironically titled Built to Last. From then on out, many live compilations would surface.

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Jerry Garcia was known to be an affable, very intelligent man with a deep vision for his music. His life represented a carefree, idealistic journey, and while some may criticize his use of illegal substances which may have helped lead to his early death at the age of 53, his life is worth noting. Not only was a he a great musician, but a maker of his own brand of clothing--in fact, many Deadhead gatherings at concerts were places for others to buy, sell and trade their own artworks and clothing pieces. His death was one more step toward the end of the 60's dream...in a day and age which were growing darker and more cynical in the 90's. :(

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RIP Jerry Garcia.

Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream named an ice cream flavor after him in his honor, Cherry Garcia. :liplick:

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Jerry Garcia's passing came at a rather interesting juncture in rock and roll, when his kind of music was enjoying a resurgence in popularity. As Steve said, music was going in reverse! Bands, performers and audiences were playing and listening to music of a seemingly distant past, where life and times were more innocent (uh-huh), and youth were more carefree (at least in the collective myth of 1960's America). Strangely, the "urban hippie" movement in the mid-90's was all very appropriate for a time when we finally had a baby-boomer president who actually participated in social activism overseas (and was labeled a "communist" and a "traitor" :rolleyes: ) during the late 60's. But one thing was missing from that turning back the time machine to the more radical era of peace, love and drugs. People were more well-off, the economy had improved, there were two Subarus in the garage, the dot.com revolution was flourishing, Birkenstocks were hip, PC was fashionable, Starbucks was the watering hole of choice, and tofu tea was the choice of a new generation. It was morning in America again, for now. The corporate hippie thing was all the rage, without the riots, the dropping out of society (not when you had a decent stock options portfolio and a Lexus to make payments on), no mudbogs and no brown acid. For now, was good. Except for a few blowhards like Newtie, there was nothing much to get excited about.

As for the music, one band that carried on the vein of the Grateful Dead was
Phish, a "jam" band led by guitarist Trey Anastasio, grew in success very much in the way Metallica had over ten years before, simply by word of mouth without radio airplay or MTV. They were a band that touched on a vast plethora of musical styles in their songs, and no concert was the same as the next. Their cult following had grown to a full on musical movement and were one of the biggest live acts of the 90's. The band had started in 1983 at the University of Vermont with members Trey Anastasio and Jeff Holdsworth, bassist Mike Gordon, and drummer Jon Fishman. In 1985, Page McConnell joined the band after Holdsworth left. The band would ingest magic mushrooms in hot chocolate and lock themselves away to practice up to 15 hours a day. The band transfered to another college and released an experimental demo tape which featured electronic noise, jam passages, and original songs which were passed along through the local college music scene.
Sound engineer Paul Languedoc designed custom guitars for the band as well as perfecting their live sound. As their cult reputation grew in New England, their fame had spread by word of mouth to the West, where they began a series of small shows in Denver. Their audiences soon became part of the Phish concert experience, where upon playing a sample of the Simpsons' theme song, the audience would shout out "D'oh!" like Homer Simpson! :doh: :lol: Audiences would fall to the floor on cue during their song "All Fall Down", and the band would switch instruments during their song "Rotation Jam". The band would later include beach balls tossed into the crowd as well as using trampolines. The band was unique in its use of audience participation. :cool:

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Even though Phish had succeeded with their impressive stage shows, lighting, and extremely tight musicianship, by the early 90's they had found some dismay by fans who were unimpressed with their change of musical direction by 1993 where they attempted to make their music more mainstream and more songlike. Fans began to accuse them of "selling out". After their only video for MTV stiffed, the band gave up making music videos and concentrated solely on their music and live set. The band had begun to sell out arenas and even appeared on Late Night With David Letterman. In a move that outdid even U2, the band attempted to interact with every member
of the audience by flying out in a mechanical hot dog and throw candy to everyone. On a Halloween, the members dressed as the Beatles and played the entire White Album in a long 7-hour set that did not end until early morning.

Jerry Garcia's passing was both a boon and bane for the band. It gave them a new audience of disenfranchised Deadheads and people who enjoyed jam bands, but it also brought in drug freaks who had no interest in the music. Fortunately the Phish scene weeded out the miscreants from the true music fans. The audience participation factor was freaky and fun enough without drugs: The band formed a chess game involving members of the audience. The next Halloween, the band performed The Who's Quadrophenia. The band was well on its way to becoming one of the biggest live acts in the world.

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Phish's 1994 album was Hoist, which featured non-jam short tracks.

Down With Disease

Down with disease
Three weeks in my bed
Trying to stop these demons that keep dancing in my head

Down with disease
Up before the dawn
A thousand barefoot children outside dancing on my lawn, and I keep

Waiting for the time when I can finally say
That this has all been wonderful but now I’m on my way
But when I think it’s time to leave it all behind
I try to find a way but there’s nothing I can say to make it stop

Down with disease and the jungles in my mind
They’re climbing up my waterfalls and swingin’ on my vines
So I try to hear the music but I’m always losing time
’cause they’re stepping on my rhythm and they’re stealin’ all my lines
Stealin’ all my lines and I keep

Waiting for the time when I can finally say
That this has all been wonderful but now I’m on my way
But when I think it’s time to leave it all behind
I try to find a way but there’s nothing I can say to make it stop

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Phish's 1989 debut was the double-disk Junta. The lyrics on one of their best-known songs, "You Enjoy Myself", are sparse to make way for jamming.

You Enjoy Myself

Boy
Man
God
S:censored:

Wash uffizi, drive me to Firenze (X4)

Boy
Man
God
S:censored:

Wash uffizi, drive me to Firenze
Wash uffizi, drive me to Firenze (X2)

Wash UFFIZI drive me to Firenze (X4)



(Firenze is the Italian name for the city of Florence, and Uffizi is the art gallery there.)

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Phish dance:

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Interesting note about Trey Anastasio as to why he left the University of Vermont:

In college at University of Vermont, Trey got suspended for an entire semester because he broke into the science building, stole a human hand and a goat's heart, and then sent the hand and heart in a package to the science program, with a note saying, "I've got to hand it to you, you've got heart." :eek: :lol: After he was asked to leave UVM, he attended Goddard College from fall of 1986 to spring of 1988.

Trey Anastasio:

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Trey live:

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Release the balloons!!

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Phish released Lawn Boy in 1991, which contained various musical styles.

Squirming Coil

The Squirming Coil of sunset
I keep within my reach
Tried yesterday to get away
and hitchhiked to the beach

I saw Satan on the beach
trying to catch a ray
He wasn't quite the speed of light
and the squirming coil
it got away....

The muscles flex the mother's ring
She fastens children to her king
and sends him down the crooked street
When he returns, the birth's complete

Jimmy holds the Tannis root
The forest's tasty nectar shoot
The sun tips off the monarch's suit
from sequined sash to shiny boot

"I'd like to lick the coil some day
Like Icarus, who had to pay
with melting wax and feathers brown
He tasted it on his way down"

Stun the puppy!
Burn the whale!
Bark a scruff and go to jail!
Forge the coin and lick the stamp!
Little Jimmy's off to camp

[Steve M.]

Now that I think of it, I do have one other thing to add about the 1994 elections. . . . It was on November 8 taht singer-songwriter-actor-restaurant owner Sonny Bono was elected to the House of Representatives! Said Bono when he won, "I can't believe it. . . . I'm a congressman!"

http://www.novoselic.com/articles/bono.jpg

(The official photo of Representative Salvatore Bono (R-CA), complete with American flag.)

Sonny Bono's political career started by accident. Seeking to get municipal approval for a sign in front of his Italian restaurant in Palm Springs, California, a clerk at the Palm Springs City Hall denied him a permit because it was against the city variance. So in 1988, Bono ran for mayor to change the variance. He won, changed the rule, and fired the clerk. :lol:

After servign a single term, Bono ran for the U.S. Senate but didn't quite make it. So he set his sights a bit lower and ran for the House two years later. He quickly became the House Class of 1994's most visible and sought-after member in Washington. patriot:

Bono got on the Banking Committee and also became an informal adviser to Speaker Gingrich on how to handle fame. After all, Sonny had been there. :)

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By 1991's A Picture of Nectar, Phish began to straddle the line between their spontaneous live songs and more structured work.

Stash

I’m pulling the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales
The sloping companion I cast down the ash
Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash

Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas
To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize
I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees
And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees

Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew
Police in a corner, gunnin’ for you
Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat
Laugh when they shoot you, say
Please don’t do that

Control for smilers can’t be bought
The solar garlic starts to rot
Was it for this my life I sought?
Maybe so and maybe not (maybe so and maybe not) [4x]
Was it for this my life I sought? (maybe so and maybe not)
Control for smilers can’t be bought (maybe so and maybe not)
The solar garlic starts to rot (maybe so and maybe not)
Was it for this my life I sought? (maybe so and maybe not) [4x]

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1992's Rift was an even more improved effort.

Rift

Last night, in the moments my thoughts were adrift
And coasting a terrace, approaching a rift
Through which I could spy several glimpses beneath
Of the darkness the light from above could not reach
I spied wings of reason, herself taking flight
And upon yonder precipice saw her alight
And glared back at me one last look of dismay
As if she were the last one she thought I'd betray

So much better I said to myself
And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf
I struggled with destiny upon the ledge
And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge
And silence contagious in moments like these
Consumed me and strengthened my will to appease
The passion that sparked me one terrible night
And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite

So much better I said to myself
And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf
I struggled with destiny upon the ledge
And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge

And silence contagious in moments like these
Consume me and strengthen my will to appease

The passion that sparked me one terrible night
(And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite) x5

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In 1995, Phish released their double-disk concert album A Live One, which featured songs such as "Tweezer" clocking in at 30 minutes, rivalling the most ambitious epics by Yes.

It has been said that the 90's were a decade which brought back the 70's, with Seattle bands imitating Black Sabbath's doomy drone and Green Day invoking the best of British punk. Bands such as Phish successfully emulated
the Grateful Dead, Yes, and other avant-garde prog bands with a wacky dose of humor.

Bouncin' Around the Room

the woman was a dream I had
though rather hard to keep
for when my eyes were watching hers, they closed, and I was still asleep

for when my hand was holding hers
she whispered words and I awoke

and faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
and I awoke, and faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke

the place I sought was far beneath, the surface of the sea
my sight was poor, but I was sure
the sirens sang their song for me

they dance above me as I sink
I see them through a crystal haze
and hear the sweet sound bouncing round
the neverending coral maze,
the crystal haze,
and hear the bouncing round the room
the neverending coral maze

then before and now once more, I'm bouncing round the room
that time and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
that time and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
that time and once again, I'm bouncing round the room
that time and once again, I'm bouncing round the room, (cont)

and I awoke, faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
and I awoke, faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke
and I awoke, faintly bouncing round the room
the echo of whomever spoke (cont)

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Blues Traveler, a Southern-boogie style band who had been around for a while, got some serious attention with a single from their 1994 album Four called "Run-Around". The brilliant harmonica of lead singer John Popper was part of their signature sound, and the upbeat tune reflected the laidback times of the mid-decade. Their sound brought back memories of such 60's bands as Canned Heat and others.

Run-Around

Oh, once upon a midnight dearie
I woke with something in my head
I couldn't escape the memory
of a phone call and of what you said
Like a game show contestant with a parting gift,
I could not believe my eyes
When I saw through the voice of a trusted friend
Who needs to humor me and tell me lies

Yeah, humor me and tell me lies
and I'll lie, too, and say I don't mind
And as we seek, so shall we find
And when you're feeling open, I'll still be here
But not without a certain degree of fear
Of what will be with you and me
I still can see things hopefully, but you

1-Why you wanna give me a run-around?
Is it a surefire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down?
(oh, yeah)

Shake me and my confidence, about a great many things
But I've been there, I can see it cower
Like a nervous magician waiting in the wings
Of a bad play where the heroes are right
And nobody thinks or expects too much
And Hollywood's calling for the movie rights
Singin', hey, babe, let's keep in touch
Hey, baby, let's keep in touch
But I want more than a touch, I want you to reach me
And show me all the things no one else can see
So what ya feel becomes mine as well
And soon if we're lucky, we'd be unable to tell
What's yours and mine, the fishing's fine
And it doesn't have to rhyme
so don't you feed me a line
But you. (repeat 1)

Tra la-la bomba dear, this is the pilot speakin'
And I've got some news for you
It seems my ship still stands no matter what you drop
And there ain't a whole lot that you can do
Oh, sure, the banner may be torn
and the wind's gotten colder
Perhaps I've grown a little cynical
But I know no matter what the waitress brings
I shall drink in and always be full
Yeah, I will drink it and always be full
Oh, I like coffee, and I like tea
But to be able to enter a final plea
I still got this dream that you just can't shake
I love you to the point you can no longer take
Well, all right, o,k., so be that way
I hope and pray that there's something left to say
but you (repeat 1)
peacesign: :banana: :mango

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Blues Traveler live. They were another band that helped revitalize the "jam" scene of the 90's.

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Neil Young found help from drummer Jack Irons and members of Pearl Jam on his 1995 release Mirror Ball. The album included his classic 90's track "Downtown", which summoned spirits of the 60's in the lyrics.

Downtown

There's a place called Downtown
Where the hippies all go
And they dance the charleston
And they do the limbo
Yeah the hippies all go there
'Cause they want to be seen
It's like a room full of pictures
It's like a psychedelic dream

Downtown
Let's go downtown
Downtown at night
Downtown
Let's have a party
Downtown at night

Yeah it's right around the corner
Up and down the hill
When you hear the band playin'
It's gonna give you a chill
Give your money to the gateman
Young blood in his eye
Hold on to your baby
When you slip into the sky

Downtown
Let's go downtown
Downtown tonight
Downtown
Hear the band playin'
Downtown all right

Jimi's playin' in the back room
Led Zeppelin on stage
There's a mirror ball twirlin'
And a note from Page
Like a water-washed diamond
In a river of sin
Goin' down like a whirlpool
When you get sucked in

Downtown
Let's go downtown
Downtown tonight
Downtown
Hear the band playin'
Downtown all right

Downtown
Let's go downtown
Downtown tonight
Downtown
Let's have a party
Downtown all right

:guitar: peace:

[Steve M.]

After a failed album (Behind the Mask) in 1990 and a brief reunion of the 1975-87 lineup in 1992, Mick Fleetwood and John McVie were ready to move their namesake band forward. This they did by replacing Stevie Nicks, who left to devote full time to her solo career, with Bekka Bramlett (daughter of Delaney and Bonnie) and, as a replacement for Rick Vito, Dave MASON?? Wait a minute - Dave Mason? The producer, former Traffic member and solo- singer-songwriter??? That Dave Mason??

http://www.littlekidsrock.org/images/Dave_Mason.jpg

(Dave Mason. Yeah, that Dave Mason.)

By now, Fleetwood Mac had two scions of rock dynasties, Miss Bramlett and Billy Burnette (son of Dorsey and nephew of Johnny) in their lineup, and now to show how hip they were, they added to their lineup a rock dinosaur who first entered a recording studio long before Bekka Bramlett was even born or even before her parents married. Oh yeah, this was really gonna work out! :eek: ohno:

[Steve M.]

With this new lineup, Fleetwood Mac realized that if they were going to put the Stevie Nicks/Lindsey Buckingham era behind them for good, they needed to record an album and tour immediately. And so, in 1994, the newly revamped Mac finished a new LP and set out on the road to promote it.

There was just one problem - they couldn't get the long-unawaited followup to Behind The Mask released! :eek:

Fleetwood Mac broke new ground that should have remained fallow by becoming the first major band to tour to promote an unissued album. It was sadder than sad. But Mick Fleetwood and John McVie pressed ahead - and pressed Time Warner to release their damn record!

http://www.crystaltaliefero.com/images/bekka.jpg

(Bekka Bramlett, the lovely daughter of Delaney and Bonnie. Despite her own talents - and her good looks - she couldn't get Mac fans to forget Stevie.)

[Steve M.]

The 1994 Fleetwood Mac tour started and ended, 1995 dawned, and there was still no new Fleetwood Mac album. Finally, in the new year, the group's record label released Time.

http://www.repriserec.com/fleetwoodmac/covers/time.jpeg

No one cared. :(

This Fleetwood Mac lineup fell apart quickly shortly thereafter. Billy Burnette followed Rick Vito into obscurity, Dave Mason resumed his solo career, and Bekka Bramlett went on to a solo career of her own. Mick Fleetwood and John and Christine McVie were left wondering what to do next. Maybe urge Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham to return to the fold? That wasn't going to happen!

Was it? :o

[ABlairican Pie]

One of the biggest surprises that year was the return of none other than Johnny Cash. Not only had The Man in Black released a new album, but he had it produced by Rick Rubin?? The man behind Slayer and the Beastie Boys?? :eek: Yes, Rubin was a fan of one of the pioneers of rock and roll and country, and on this album, American Recordings, Cash scored big--simply using his voice and acoustic guitar, much in the way Bruce Springsteen had on the Nebraska album. His original label Columbia had dropped him, but here he was on Rubin's American label, and now he had re-invented himself for a new audience.

Delia's Gone

Delia, oh, Delia Delia all my life
If I hadn't have shot poor
Delia I'd have had her for my wife
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

I went up to Memphis
And I met Delia there Found her in her parlor
And I tied to her chair
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

She was low down and trifling
And she was cold and mean
Kind of evil make me want to Grab my sub machine
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

First time I shot her I shot her in the side
Hard to watch her suffer
But with the second shot she died
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

But jailer, oh, jailer Jailer,
I can't sleep 'Cause all around my bedside
I hear the patter of Delia's feet
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

So if you woman's devilish
You can let her run
Or you can bring her down and do her
Like Delia got done
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

[ABlairican Pie]

While many old-time rockers were finding a resurgence in popularity due to "retro" sounds, middle-class bands such as Tesla were facing their last hurrah as a band. Long criticized as a "hair" metal band, the boys were simply a rocking outfit that incorporated acoustic guitars and a classic rock sound to their music, much the way it was in the 70's, a rather "retro" step right there. But not that they were clear of 80's values and attitude. Their 1994 album Bust a Nut delivered the goods, but by this time, they found it hard to compete in the post-grunge environment. They went their separate ways, and guitarist Tommy Skeoch formed a new band, Moon Dog Mane, full of the blues-rock sleaze and sass, and guitarist Frank Hannon formed a band by the name of Sofa King. ;)

Was that really the end of the story for Tesla?

The Gate/Invited

You don't even know, where I've been or where I'm coming from, at all
Who was the one who said nothing's impossible, who was wrong
Who was the one to even say at all, anything is possible

You ask me where I'm going, I don't even know myself
I couldn't say 'cos it's undecided on which way I should go
I don't know!

I've been invited but I just can't make it
Got too excited and I just can't take it
My fuel ignited, got too exited
I've been invited but I just can't take it no more

[Solo]

How am I to show, what I'm feeling deep down in my heart, in my soul
No other way but by a miracle - anything's not possible

I don't know where I'm goin', you don't even know yourself
You couldn't say 'cos it's undecided on which way you should go
Do you know?

I've been invited but I just can't make it
Got too excited and I just can't take it
My fuel ignited, got too exited, I took the message celebrating again

I guess it must have been at least an hour or more
I must've had myself some powerful thoughts

I've been invited but I just can't make it
Got too excited and I just can't take anymore

[Solo]

I've been invited but I just can't make it
Got too excited and I just can't take it
My fuel ignited, got too exited
I've been invited but I just can't make it - at all

[ABlairican Pie]

Mama's Fool

Out on the road, and a long long way from home
Why must I be so, must I be so misunderstood
While my intentions, my intentions all are good
Wish only one time that things would turn out like they should
Just like they should

Too many times, too many times payin' the price, just for the thrill
Too many hearts, too many times, overkill
So many times, double around, how many faces do reveal
How many folks gettin' to be over the hill

She always told me things, like those weren't made of sugar and spice
She always scolded me, "Don't let the same dog bit you twice"
Well I, Lord I've just been fooled again

Mama she raised no fool - you did not raise no fool
Mama I ain't no fool - I've just been fooled again
Mama she raised no fool - you did not raise no fool
Mama I ain't no fool - well I've just been fooled again

Too many lies, shame on the wives, too many cakes and eat it too
Too many hearts goin' straight down the tube
Hell of a dude, did it but don't have the time and the words for use
Too many rounds, too many times, overuse

She's always telling me, "Just take your time, always think twice"
Forever scolding me, "Don't let the same dog bit you twice"
Well I, hell I've just been fooled again

Mama she raised no fool - you did not raise no fool
Mama I ain't no fool - I've just been fooled again
Mama she raised no fool - she did not raise a fool
Mama I ain't no fool

Oh, let me tell you if it happens again like it did next time
Somebody's gonna have to walk the line, walk the line!

[Solo]

She's always telling me, "Take my advice boy and just think twice"
Forever scolding me, "Don't let the same dog bit you twice"
Well I, Lord I won't be fooled again

Mama she raised no fool - you did not raise no fool
Mama I ain't no fool - I've just been fooled again
Mama she ain't no fool - I may be crazy but I ain't no fool
Mama you crazy fool - may be crazy but I ain't no fool
Crazy but I ain't no fool, may be crazy, I may be crazy
Crazy but I ain't no fool

Out in the cold, and a long long way from home


Frank Hannon live:

[ABlairican Pie]

The followup the Blind Melon's debut was Soup, a tasty disk that moved beyond the visual gimmicks as the Bee Girl and such, and, while it concentrated on their loose, groovy brand of hippie alternative jam-rock, it also featured a darker tone to it. Unfortunately, the album was to be eclipsed by yet another tragedy in music. :(


Was this the name of an old car?

Galaxie

Is this the place that I want to be
Is it you who I want to see
Holding on, hold it high, show me everything
And you're leaving me, yeah you're leaving me
you're leaving me with a hated identity

But I keep on a comin' here and standing in this state
And I'm never really sure if you'll take what I'm saying the right way
But I'm not appalled or afraid verbal pocket play
Is as discreet as I can muster up to be
Because the Cadillac that's sittin' in the back
It isn't me
Oh, no, no, no it isn't me
I'm more at home in my galaxie

Can I do the things I wanna do
That I don't do because of you
And I'll take a left and I'll second
guess into a total mess

And you're leaving me
And you're leaving me
you're leaving me with a hated identity

No no no no it isn't me
No no no no it isn't me
No it isn't me
I'm more at home in my galaxie

[ABlairican Pie]

Unfortunately, the 90's looked to be a replay of the 60's with another sad loss of a promising musician due to substance abuse. On October 21st, 1995, Blind Melon vocalist Shannon Hoon lost his battle to drug indulgence when he died a few months after the release of their second album. He was only 28.

Hoon had attended the same high school in Lafeyette, Indiana, as Axl Rose; in fact, he served as a back of vocalist on the Guns 'N' Roses track "Don't Cry". While Hoon and his bandmates were not metalheads, they pursued a bluesier, looser style of music which were more in line with the 60's psychedelic era than with 80's alternative. While their first hit, "No Rain", with the image of the dancing Bee Girl was firmly ingrained in the minds of MTV viewers a few years before, the band alternated between wacky, whimsical tunes and a darker, introspective tone which represented a deeper struggle within Hoon. He was criticized as a hippie "slacker" as was his West Coast peer Kurt Cobain (except without the hippie part for Cobain), a wannabe who was more involved in drugs and reckless living. He was known to be a free spirit and a devoted family man, but his battles with drugs were soon widely known, and at times he questioned his own future in his songs.
He had not long to question, sadly. :( While Kurt Cobain's death overshadowed everything else in rock and roll from the year before, Hoon's passing was a grim reminder of the abuse of freedom which caused his critics to wave their fingers, click their tongues and spout their tiresome "See-I-told-you-so" attitude a la Rush L...(:yeahthat) in regards to the rock and roll lifestyle.

[ABlairican Pie]

Shannon Hoon:

[Steve M.]

If you were Irish, a rock fan, or a fan of Irish rock, 1995 was a bummer. It was the year in which we were greeted with news of the death of one of the greatest figures in Irish rock and roll. :(

http://www.irish-showbands.com/images/rock/rory.jpeg

Rory Gallagher was one of the great guitar heroes of the seventies who somehow never made it big in North America. In Europe, he was as much as a guitar god as Clapton and Hendrix. Gallagher started out in the band Taste before beginning a solo career in 1971. He died in 1995 after years of living - and thriving - off the road. He succumbed to complications from a liver transplant on June 14.

R.I.P.

[ABlairican Pie]

Corrected.

[Steve M.]

Thanks! :wave:

[ABlairican Pie]

Checking out the Rory Gallagher website, I came across this sad footnote. It's an obit for his mother, she apparently died last week. :(

[Steve M.]

Wow, talk about bad karma. Here we are talking about Rory Gallagher's death, and his mom just died. :(

[ABlairican Pie]

Rory Gallagher's debut album after leaving Taste was released in 1971. It featured tracks such as "I'm Not Surprised" and "Sinnerboy".

Sinner Boy

SINNER BOY


city streets and rolling cars
the only sound you can hear
but you know you might be wrong
just look right over here
back up against the wall
hands on the bottle
you're gonna walk on by
but then he crys you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta..
take that sinner boy home
wrap him up, keep him warm
he won't do you no harm
take him home right away
he's got no place to stay
let him walk right inside your home
go on and ask him his name
let him try to explain
what the world done him wrong
tell the man, lift him up
take away the paper cup
one more inside him won't do him no good
sinner boy
take that sinner boy home
wrap him up, keep him warm
he won't do you no harm
take him home right away
he's got no place to stay
let him walk right inside your home
take that sinner boy home
wrap him up, keep him warm
he won't do you no harm

[ABlairican Pie]

1971's Deuce was a more "live" feeling album, recorded before and after shows to get the live-playing vibe, with songs such as "Crest of a Wave" and "Should've Learnt My Lesson". Johnny Marr of The Smiths cites this album as an influence on his playing.

Crest of a Wave

CREST OF A WAVE


Well you can ride on the crest of a wave
if that's where you want to be
But does the look on your face
mean you're really feeling happy
or do you feel like you're standing on a wooden leg
or a poor man much too proud to beg
or a page from a book
that can't be read at all
Can't you see by the way
that they are talking
that it's time for you
to pick up your grip start walking
cause they want to see your long legs flying
go to the place where the earth meets the sky
and don't stop to turn around and wave goodbye at all
They won't be satisfied
till you're out of their sight
But i wonder how will they feel
With a deck of cards
and you're not around to deal Yeh
They won't be satisfied
till you're out of their sight
But i wonder how will you feel
With a deck of cards
and you're not around to deal
you're not around to deal
Well they say it's a lie,
it's a joke that you are living
but you know one thing they don't
you won't give in
cause you're like a cat who's chaisin' its tail
makes a million circles but you're gonna fail
sometimes you just don't understand
Well you can ride on the crest of a wave
if that's where you want to be
But does the look on your face
mean you're really feeling happy
or do you feel like you're standing on a wooden leg
or a poor man much too proud to beg
or a page from a book
that can't be read at all
or do you feel that you're standing on a wooden leg
or a poor man much too proud to beg
or a page from a book
that can't be read at all ,read at all

[ABlairican Pie]

Live In Europe was released in 1972.

COULD'VE HAD RELIGION

I could've had religion, I could religion
But my little girl wouldn't let me pray
I swear to the world she drove my spirit away
She drove my spirit away, she drove my spirit away
I could've had religion, I could've had religion
But my little girl wouldn''t let me pray
I tell the truth, she drove my spirit away
She drove my spirit away
I could've been, I could've been a preacher,
But I changed my mind the other night
The woman I have now, she would not treat me right
She would not treat me right
I've been a bad man, as bad can be
Gonna pray to the Lord above to send his blessing on me
I want some mercy, you got set my soul free
Set my soul free, Please..
I could've had, I could've had religion
But my little girl wouldn't let me pray.
Well, demon woman, you sent the devil my way,
You sent the devil my way.
Oh Lord above please send my fire,
Send your mercy right down to me.
That woman set the devil on me,
She set the devil on me,
She set the devil one me,
She set the devil on me.
Could've had religion

[ABlairican Pie]

Blueprint from 1973 was his biggest breakthrough so far, recorded after
a hectic touring schedule and recording on albums of his heroes Muddy Waters
and Jerry Lee Lewis.

Walk On Hot Coals

Well I lost my shirt at a card game in which I never had a chance
Well I lost my shirt at a card game in which I never had a chance
The deck was marked, the game was rigged,
You could not tell at a glance.
Well, Lost my job on the weekend and I was back out on the street
Well, I lost my job on the weekend and I was back out on the streets
No way to get a dollar, but I spent it at the roulette wheel
Well I walk on hot coals, sleep on a bed of nails
Walk on thin ice, skate on razor blades
Got my little girl beside me no matter what else fails.
Well I spent it all down at the race track
All the way my horsre led the field
Well I spent it all down at the race track
All the way my horse led the field
But it was a hoax, the mare was doped,
a length to win she fell down on her knees
Gonna throw away my lucky penny, rabbit's foot and gypsy ring
Gonna throw away my lucky penny, rabbit's foot and gypsy ring
not gonna gamble on my baby,
on this loosing streak I might not win
Well I walk on hot coals, sleep on a bed of nails
Walk on thin ice, skate on razor blades
Got my little girl beside me no matter what else fails
Well I walk on hot coals, sleep on a bed of nails
Walk on thin ice, skate on razor blades
Got my little girl beside me no matter what else fails

[ABlairican Pie]

Another album from 1973, Tattoo was more jazzy affair with explorations into funk. The album featured tracks such as "Livin' Like a Trucker" and "They Don't Make Them Like You Anymore".

Livin' Like a Trucker

Well, I've been living like a trucker for a month or more
Well, I'm steaming like a diesel that cannot feel its throes
Well, I'm closing all the windows, keeping out the rain
But I'm not complaining, in fact I'd do it all again
I'm a ramblin' man, cannot stop a travellin' man
I've been singing for my supper but I never get to eat
Well, I queue up at the dinner but I cannot find a seat
Well, I've been livin' like a gypsy, feelin' like a king
Really feel like singin', you know that's the mood I'm in
I'm a ramblin' man, some kind a travellin' man
You'll never catch me working nine to five
That's for some people but me, I wanna ride
All around the world, to the planet's end
I've seen some places, but more I ain't seen yet
Lose an hour, gain an hour, somewhere on the map
Flyin' through the time-zones, another plane to catch
Why I've always gotta see what's on the other side
So I pack my bags, get on my way, catch my train and ride
I've been living like a hawker in days both hot and cold
Well, I'm sleepin' if I have to, before the wagons roll
Well, I've been hopin' and I've been prayin' since I was last here
Tell your mama not to worry, come on baby, get on up here
I'm a ramblin' man, some kind a travellin' man
Well, I've been living like a trucker for a month or more
Well, I'm steaming like a diesel that cannot feel its throes
Well, I'm closing all the windows, keeping out the rain
But you won't hear me complaining, in fact I'd do it all again
I'm a travellin' man, some kind a ramblin' man
Yes, I'll do it all again, I'll do it all again, baby
Travellin' man, travellin' man

[ABlairican Pie]

After a hugely successful live album recorded during a tour of his native Ireland, Gallagher returned with his excellent Against the Grain in 1975, where he had become a major solo artist after playing and recording with blues legend Albert King. The album features tracks such as "All Around Man" and "At the Bottom", reflecting on the breakup of his earlier band Taste.

The album cover features his trademark "worn-finish" Fender Stratocaster, the result of years of constant playing.

At the Bottom

Takes a fool to know how i feel
Feel like a fish running out a spinning reel
Bite on a hook and you'll know just what i mean
That's what it's like at the bottom
That's what it's like at the bottom
It took time to come and make you see
Life ain't what it appears to be
It's the luck of the draw and the old spinning wheel
Like a message in a bottle
Like a message in a bottle
Watching the sky with, tears in my eyes
I feel lonely
Time's flying by, but i start to smile
It's not easy
Takes a fall to land you on your knees
Kick that ball if it lands right at your feet
Watch it fly, high above the trees
Till it lands in tomorrow
Till it lands in tomorrow
Till it lands in tomorrow

[ABlairican Pie]

A live pic of Rory Gallagher:

[ABlairican Pie]

In 1976, Rory teamed up with Deep Purple bassist Roger Glover to produce and record Calling Card. His jazz influences would be soon felt on Deep Purple's albums.

Moonchild

You are a Moonchild and pretty soon child
I've got that feeling I'm gonna make you smile forever
If I can
Just give me a sign and I'll show you my plan
You are a blue child, forever true child
You know I'll try to paint the skies blue forever
If I can.
Just give me a sign and I'll show you my plan.
Tell me why you look so sad,
Time slips by like grains of sand
Just put your future in my hands
You are a Moonchild and pretty soon child
I've got the feelin I'm gonna make you smile forever.
If I can.
Just give me a sign and I'll show you my plan,
Just give me a smile and I'll show you my plan,
Just give me a sign and I'll show you my plan.

[ABlairican Pie]

His 1978 album Photo Finish had more of a hard rocking blues sound, perhaps due to being influenced by The Scorpions, with Hendrix-style metal guitarist Uli Roth, whose popularity was growing in Europe at the time. The album featured tracks such as "Shin Kicker", "Cruise On Out", and "Overnight Bag".

Cruise On Out

Well that cat you will be payin',
You ought to make you there,
When that drummer hits the rim shot,
It almost busts the snare.
You put on your cat clothes,
And I will put on mine,
Together pretty babe,
We're gonna cruise on down the line.

Come on and cruise on out with me,
Won't you cruise on out with me.

Well that cat I will be paying,
C'mon and get your share,
I've got transportation,
And I can get you there.

Well I know your daddy's anxious,
That you told a lie,
I guess he's goin' to blow his stack,
If you don't come home on time.

Come on and cruise on out with me,
Won't you cruise on out with me.

Yeah...

Well this feelin' I will pick it,
Just as long as you will stay,
The boys in the band will play all night,
If they would have their way.

If you want to dress up to the night,
And look like something else,
I'm goin' to put on my alligator shoes,
I'll go out to play..

Come on cruise on out with me,
Won't you cruise on out with me.

Well, the fat man plays that upright,
Freeze you at the knees,
This band's in full control,
of 37 and one half keys.

In this full scale commotion,
The place will never drop,
You better leave town gracefully,
If you're too pooped to pop.
You better leave town gracefully,
If you're too stuped to stop.

Come on cruise on out with me,
Well, won't you cruise on out with me.

Well that cat you will be payin',
You ought to make you there,
When that drummer hits the rim shot,
It almost busts the snare.

You put on your cat clothes,
And I will put on mine,
Together pretty babe,
We're gonna step on down the line.

Won't you cruise on out with me,
Come on, cruise on out with me.
Won't you cruise on out,
Cruise on out,
Cruise on out with me.

Won't you cruise on out,
Cruise on out,
Cruise on out,
Cruise on out with me.

Come on cruise on out,
Cruise on out,
Cruise on out,
Cruise on out with me.

Awwwhhhh...

[ABlairican Pie]

1979's Top Priority saw him venture further into hard rock territory with songs such as "Bad Penny" and "Philby".

Well, like a bad penny you have turned up again,
You're in my sights, there's a mist on my lens.
I think you know how it was when I tripped and fell,
Well, you double-dealed me, baby and I broke like a shell.
Like a bad penny you've sure lost the glow
But I'm out of reach, your smile's sure gone cold.
Well, it can't ever be like it was then,
Well, don't you fool with me, baby,
Don't you mess with my plans.
Some stormy nights, your memory haunts me,
You won't go away.
Well, like a bad penny you have turned up in the change,
Try to fit into the picture, you can't get inside the frame.
I think you know I'm still sore, but I'm on the mend,
Times sure have changed, it won't happen again.
Well, like a bad penny spins around and around,
Well, you won't know what's gone wrong when it all falls down,
You got to learn from now on to stop playing games,
You ought to keep on moving, you got to spin on your way.
Some lonely nights, I hear you calling,
Won't you go away?
Well, like a bad penny you have turned up again,
You're in my sights, there's a mist on my lens.
I think you know how it was when I tripped and fell,
Well, you double-dealed me, baby, I cracked like a shell.

[ABlairican Pie]

Jerry Garcia's death may have marked the end of a peace and love era that seemingly jump-started at the dawn of the Clinton administration. But the real end of the peace and love came earlier that spring....



Flowers for Jerry:

[ABlairican Pie]

On April 19, 1995, the country was devastated by a massive explosion which took off the face of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in downtown Oklahoma City. 168 people died in the catastrophe, but what was truly shocking and horrific about this was that dozens of children in a daycare were among the victims.

The nation stood by and wept as constant bad news streamed over the airwaves. Bodies were pulled from the wreckage as the rest of the country pondered the heinous act. It was soon discovered that the driver of a van, Timothy McVeigh, who was stopped for missing license plates, was charged with detonating the explosives, along with a partner, Terry Nichols.

:crying:

[ABlairican Pie]

Timothy McVeigh, a military veteran who had served in the Gulf War, was enraged by the federal government's attack on the Branch Davidian compound in Waco two years earlier, and had sought revenge. He withdrew into white supremacist groups and other extreme right-wing radical organizations where he gained his inspiration to exact his retaliation on the Clinton administration.

At McVeigh's trial, his parents showed jurors childhood clips of him at Christmas in a desparate attempt to convince all that he was not a monster.
The unsettling fact about McVeigh was that he was very well-reasoned and calm in his manner--he did not come across as a fanatic. He was firm and determined, assured of the rightness of his actions. As for the children who died in the blast, he asserted that it was "collateral damage".

McVeigh's acts came at a critical time when militia groups and other extremists had made headlines almost on a weekly basis. Something was definitely not right in America.

Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols:

[ABlairican Pie]

A rescue worker carries out a dying baby from the wreckage. :crying: