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

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1990 was a year that did not begin with the same sense of dread and gloom that began previous decades. For once, people all over the world (at least in the Western Hemisphere) rejoiced over the crumbling of the Berlin Wall and the liberation of people in Eastern Europe. Communism was collapsing.

Americans paid little attention to the bloodshed taking place in Panama and Central America. As long as the bad guys were taken out, everyone could rest easy.

Margaret Thatcher resigned as Prime Minister of Great Britain.

And how about that music!! Paula Abdul, Milli Vanilli, Warrant, Slaughter, and tons of other great artists!! It was a golden time in MTV-Land. The hair was high, the dance moves were stunning, and the spandex was oh-so-tight.

What more could anyone want?

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The year began with tragedy, as promising young lead singer Andrew Wood of Mother Love Bone, the exciting and innovative band from Seattle, died from a heroin overdose at the age of 24. Wood was a flamboyant frontman who idolized Queen's Freddy Mercury and was charismatic in concert. Wood's death occured just as Mother Love Bone had released their first major label album, Apple. Music industry interest was huge for this band who had emerged from a small town that was totally separate from the hype and glitz of Los Angeles. It was extremely disappointing that a new band on the rise would suffer such a devastating loss.

It looked as if this were the end of Mother Love Bone. In fact, it was just the beginning-- in a new incarnation, with a new lead singer, in another eighteen months, everyone would be talking about this band and their passionate music.

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Who knew where Mother Love Bone would have gone had Andrew Wood had lived? In fact, everyone would know where in fact the band did go. But for now, he left us with some great songs from the post-humous release, Apple.

This song is beautiful and so excellent:

Chloe Dancer/Crown of Thorns

Chloe don't know better
Chloe just like me, only beautiful
A couple of years of difference
But those lessons never learned
Chloe danced the tables in the french quarter
Always been given so I can't always make her laugh
But I'm proud to say
And I won't forget
Time spent laying by her side
Time spent laying by her side
And dreams like this must die


You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
I been talkin' to my alter
Life is what you make it
And if you make it death well then rest
your soul away
Away away yeah child
It's a broken kind of feeling
She'd have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's a comin' better say your
prayers
I wanna tell her that I love her
But does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down
Again
So I'm singing
This is my kinda love It's the kind that
moves on
It's unkind and leaves me alone
Yes it does
I uses to treat you like a lady
Now you're a substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money so I'm turnin
over honey
You see Mr. Faded Glory is once again
doin' time
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's unkind and leaves me alone
Yes it does
Like a crown of thorns it's all who you
know
So don't burn your bridges woman cause
someday, yeah
Kick it!
Baby i said com' on, com' on, com' on,
com' on yeah I said baby don't burn your
bridges woman

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This is Shangri-La

i've been around the world and i wrote a million songs
it's all a bore to me
i've slept in the gutter and i've lied to the dogs
it never bothered me
the sheriff he came to with his little boys in blue
they been lookin for me
but with my crystal sheen guitar i'm another ego star
so give it to me......

get me to the stage - it brings me home again
this is shangrila
i'm trippin on it now - it brings me home again
this is shangrila
i look bad in shorts but most of us do
don't let that bother me
i'm the football who is who, i don't believe in smack
so don't you die on me
cause love is all good people need
music sets the sick ones free
without love no one ever grows nothing ever sings

this is shangrila
you have gathered for the feast
the bread is my body... the wine is blood
get me to the stage - it brings me home again
this is shangrila
i'm trippin on it now - it brings me home again

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Stargazer

crazy, crazy i'm the boy
who defies all
lift me higher than anyone
and hold my arms
woman, woman she outta mind
and simply out of soul
she gets me higher than anyone
i miss her so
stargazer you call the shots
and i take um
stargazer won't ya kick with me
(again)

dancer dancer i'm all wrong
she thinks she's young and wise
she dance around my cable car
and fix me up with a guy - why?
chorus
stargazer you cry in blue
anything i've ever seen
ain't as good as you
i'm not trying to push your feelings (inside)
but i know you hold me like a putty in yo' hands
cry for me and rub it in
cry for the saviors and the prophets son
dream of me and julie ann
ah xana come back again
(repeat last two lines)

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Another groovy song:

Stardog Champion

San Francisco, where the flowers bloom in spring
I said, fade to winter - and see what disease brings
Augustino, with his eyes once a shining sea
I said he's half a shadow - God don't let that be me
I'm a Stardog Champion

West Virginia, that's where my father lies
He was a wartime hero, the kind that money buys
It's a diamond bracelet, for my mommy's memory
That's all she wrote boy - that's all she wrote for me

I'm a Stardog Champion
I'm a Stardog
That's right

And the children
They used to sing of love
With Grace
From the Lord above
I said the children they used to sing out loud
Sing it loud

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Band pic:

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An album cover of Andrew Wood's previous band, Malfunkshun:

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Andrew and bandmate:

[Steve M.]

Originally posted by Captain ABlairica
1990 was a year that did not begin with the same sense of dread and gloom that began previous decades. . . .

And how about that music!! Paula Abdul, Milli Vanilli, Warrant, Slaughter, and tons of other great artists!! It was a golden time in MTV-Land. The hair was high, the dance moves were stunning, and the spandex was oh-so-tight.

What more could anyone want?

Plenty. After signs of rock renewing itself in the late eighties, it was back to business as usual. Style trumped substance, entertainment outweighed art, and theatrics were more important than musical virtuosity!

The problems in rock that began back in the mid-seventies grew to major troubles by 1990. Veteran bands still ruled the roost, allowing few new bands a chance at rock stardom; those few new bands that made it were disposable hair bands, and the very few new bands that deserved success were confined to stations with alternative radio formats. You know what alternative rockers and their fans were called at the time? Losers!! :mad:

With little record company money going to promote new bands, and with an emphasis of videos over touring (which new bands depend on for growth), rock's growth was stunted. It was stunted even further by established acts being unable to afford taking on tours warmup acts in need of a big break.

And of course, there was the emerging rap juggernaut. Because of rap's commercial breakthrough, not one rock album was able to top the album charts in 1990.

Had rock literally died? Did it suddenly cease to exist? Did anyone even care about it anymore? :eek:

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Several great rock and jazz artists died in 1990. Among them was Rick Grech.

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Rick Grech (1946-1990)

Grech, a classically trained cellist and violinist, was also a great rock bass player who played in Family, Blind Faith, Ginger Baker's Air Force, and Traffic. He also wrote classic songs such as "Second Generation Woman" and "How-Hi-the-Li," and he lent his talents to stars such as Rod Stewart and Muddy Waters as a session musician.

Alas, he became addicted to drugs and drink, and by 1977 Grech quit the music business in an attempt to leave his addictions behind. He'd abused his body one time too many, though, and on March 17, 1990, Richard Roman Grech died in the hospital of his hometown of Leicester, England, of liver and kidney failure at the age of 43. :(

Ironically, one of Grech's greatest moments was his stirring violin solo at the end of Family's song "The Weaver's Answer," which symbolized the dying of an old man.

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Originally posted by Steve M.
Plenty. After signs of rock renewing itself in the late eighties, it was back to business as usual. Style trumped substance, entertainment outweighed art, and theatrics were more important than musical vrituousity!

The problems in rock that began back in the mid-seventies grew to major troubles by 1990. Veteran bands still ruled the roost, allowing few new bands a chance at rock stardom; those few new bands that made it were disposable hair bands, and the very few new bandsthat deserved success were confined to stations with alternative radio formats. You know what alternative rockers and their fans were called at the time? Losers!! :mad:

With little record company money going to promote new bands, and with an emphasis of videos over touring (which new bands depend on for growth), rock's growth was stunted. It was stunted even further by established acts beign unable to afford taking on tours warmup acts on in need of a big break.

And of course, there was the emerging rap juggernaut. Because of rap's commercial breakthrough, not one rock album was able to top the album charts in 1990.

Had rock literally died? Did it suddenly cease to exist? Did anyone eve ncare about it anymore? :eek:

Of course when I said, what more could people want, I was being ironic. ;) And speaking of losers...

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You were proudly a LOSER if you bought this t-shirt from...

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...Sub Pop Records, the fledgling independent record label from Seattle that catered to fans of that loser music from the Pacific Northwest. The label, founded in the late 80's by local Seattle music enterpreneurs Bruce Pavitt and Jonathan Poneman,
put out albums, 45's and CD's of underground bands that deserved to be heard but would never get past the gluttonous glop of the L.A. music industry. Now that Andrew Wood's death had gained intense music media interest, the two founders--and the bands they championed, stood to make a small fortune.

The label sold LOSER t-shirts to show their solidarity to the scene.

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Many Seattle bands did not care to court success on a major label,
while many others surely welcomed it. One band that got signed to Columbia began as a hair metal band of sorts, who had their stints in L.A. (their guitar player's name was even mentioned in the liner notes of Pretty Boy Floyd's Leather Boys With Electric Toys album), when they decided to make their glammy sound a little darker and more menacing. The band, featuring Jerry Cantrell on guitar, Sean Kinney on bass, Mike Starr on drums, and an enigmatic lead singer with a scorching voice by the name of Layne Staley, roared out of the Jet City and onto the charts in 1990 with their twisted album Facelift. They were

ALICE IN CHAINS!!!!

We Die Young

Scary's on the wall
Scary's on his way

Watch where you spit
I'd advise you wait until it's over
Then you got hit
And you shoulda known better

CHORUS
And we die young
Faster we run

Down, down, down you're rollin'
Watch the blood float in the muddy sewer
Take another hit
And bury your brother

CHORUS

Scary's on the wall
Scary's on his way

Another alley trip
Bullet seek the place to bend you over
Then you got hit
And you shoulda known better

CHORUS

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As part of the burgeoning Seattle scene, Alice in Chains was unfairly tagged as "grunge," but their music was more along the lines of hard rock/glam metal (of a more alternative kind), but truly reflective of Seattle and its dreary, murky weather: rain, rain, and more rain. Many of the songs were too dark for their label to want to promote too much, but the band did stick by the song that would become their first hit, a song about isolation in society:

Man In the Box

I'm the man in the box
Buried in my s:censored:
Won't you come and save me, save me

CHORUS
Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you've sewn them shut

I'm the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in s:censored:
Won't you come and save me, save me

CHORUS

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you've sewn them shut

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Jerry Cantrell was a guitar player who was not the most "disciplined" musician in the world--at least in the "shredder"
sense of the word. But he had a sound and an attitude, and like Tony Iommi of Black Sabbath only twenty years before, used radical de-tunings to re-invent the sound of guitar's vocabulary (though he didn't have to get his fingertips snipped off in order to do so). The sound was dark, bluesy, and tortured.

This is one of their best. The opening riffs are downright scary:

Sea of Sorrow

Mind, of destructive taste
I choose...to stroll amongst the waste
That was your heart
Lost in the dark
Call off the chase

Walls of thought, strong and high
As my castle crumbles with time...
I think of you
Oh, yes I do
Such a crime

CHORUS
You opened fire...and your mark was true
You opened fire...aim my smilin' skull at you
You opened fire...
I live tomorrow, you I'll not follow
As you wallow in a sea of sorrow

Lines cut across my face
Why you laugh at my disgrace
I'll never know
How far to go
To reach that place

CHORUS

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[Steve M.]

Brent Mydland, the Grateful Dead's keyboardist since 1980's Go To Heaven LP, died unexpectedly in 1990.

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Brent Mydland (1953 - 1990)

Mydland's death continued the unhappy curse of Grateful Dead keyboard players. Original keyboardist Ron "Pig Pen" McKernan drank himself to death, and his replacement, Keith Godchaux, died after leaving the band. Mydland's bright, bouyant organ work gave the Dead some resilience and propelled their surprise hit single Touch of Grey" into the Top Ten.

The Dead soldiered on, temporarily bringing in Bruce Hornsby on keyboards. Little did they know what was in store for them five years down the road. :(

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After Bruce Hornsby cheated death by filling in on the Grateful Dead's annual summer tour in 1990, Vince Welnick joined as a permanent member.

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Welnick had been an unlikely replacement for Brent Mydland. He had been in the Tubes, the San Francisco New Wave band best remembered for their cult hit "White Punks on Dope." But his playing was tasty and mesmerizing enoguh for long jams, which suited the Dead just fine. Alas, Welnick never got to contribute to a Dead studio LP; 1989's ironically titled Built To Last would turn out to be their final studio effort.

Despite the jokes about the band's advancing middle age and refusal to acknowledge the passing of the peace and love era, the Dead continued to excel at giving their fans what they wanted - jams, and lots of them! ;)

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Love Hate Love

I tried to love you I thought I could
I tried to own you I thought I would
I want to peel the skin from your face
Before the real you lays to waste

You told me I'm the only one
Sweet little angel you should have run
Lying, crying, dying to leave
Innocence creates my hell

Cheating myself still you know more
It would be so easy with a whore
Try to understand me little girl
My twisted passion to be your world

Lost inside my sick head
I live for you but I'm not alive
Take my hand before I kill
I still love you, but I still burn

Love, hate, love

Layne Staley:

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It Ain't Like That

There I was, laid out on a table
Screamin' sweat and bare feet to the floor
In my life, I'd not soften
Things that cut, and burn so often
But I sit, think of somethin'
Scared to face, the dyin' nothin'

CHORUS
See the cycle I've waited for
It ain't like that anymore

Where I go is when I feel I'm able
How I fight is why I'm feelin' sore
In my sight, not forgotten
Feel as though, a tooth were rotten
Behind the smile, a tongue that's slippin'
Buzzards cry, when flesh is rippin'

CHORUS

Here I sit writing on the paper
Trying to make the words you can't ignore
In my mind, what I'm lacking
Score at face, a ten for slacking
Sign the deal, set in motion
Smaller fish, so huge the ocean

CHORUS

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Jerry Cantrell:

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Sunshine

Am I too contagious
Full of sick desire
Am I that I promise
Burning corpsed pyre

Then some dude came down to touch the Mother
Mother touched, and dude ain't here no more

Am I your reflection
Melting mirror smile
Am I worth the value
Do my love defile

Then some dude came down to touch the Mother
Mother touched and dude ain't here no more
Ain't no day the sun don't crack
Try brand some name across my back so you care?
Find someone to tell you

CHORUS
Sunshine...sweet love my labor
Don't mind...I don't care no more

Can you face the queston?
Is my soul entire?

CHORUS

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The live Facelift video that came with CD's and cassettes:

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One band that signified the rise of alternative music was Jane's Addiction with their followup to Nothing's Shocking, the album Ritual de la Habitual. And of course, this album was no less controversial to shoppers at Wal-Mart with vocalist Perry Ferrell's papier-mache sculptures of himself with two nude female figures.
The album was simultaneously released with the clause of the First Amendment printed on a simple beige background on the cover. This album was considered by many to be their best, although many critics could not swallow their over-the-top artsy zaniness. But the album had it all, a liberal dose of metal, funk, punk, and just about everything else.

Stop

Here we go!

Save the complaints
For a party conversation.
The world is loaded,
It's lit to pop and nobody is gonna stop...

No one...
No one!
No way!
Gonna stop,
Now; go!

Farm people,
Book wavers, soul savers,
Love preachers!
Lit to pop and nobody is gonna stop.

No one...

One come a day, the water will run,
No man will stand for things that he had done...
Hurrah!
And the water will run...
One come a day, the water will run,
No man will stand for things that he had done...
Hurrah!
And the water will run...
Will Run!
Will Run!

Gimmie that!
Gimmie that - your automobile,
Turn off that smokestack
And that goddamn radio
Hum... along with me...
Hum along with the t.v.

No one's
Gonna
Stop!

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The "safe" cover of Ritual de lo Habitual, with a clear message:

The First Amendment

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 the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

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And now for their biggest hit, as well as their most popular video:

Been Caught Stealing

I've been caught stealing;
once when I was 5...
I enjoy stealing.
It's just as simple as that.
Well, it's just a simple fact.
When I want something,
I don't want to pay for it.
I walk right through the door.
Walk right through the door.
Hey all right! If I get by, it's mine.
Mine all mine!

My girl, she's one too.
She'll go and get her a shirt.
Stick it under her skirt.
She grabbed a razor for me.
And she did it just like that.
When she wants something,
she don't want to pay for it.
She walk right through the door.
Hey all right! If I get by, it's mine.
Mine all mine!

We sat around the pile.
We sat and laughed.
We sat and laughed and waved it into the air!
And we did it just like that.
When we want something, we don't want to pay for it.
We walk right through the door.
Walk right through the door.
Hey, all right!
If I get by, it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine...

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Been Caught Stealing video clip:

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Ain't No Right

I am skin and bones, I am pointy nose;
But it motherf:censored:n' makes me try.
Makes me try, and that ain't no wrong.
I'll tell you why...
There ain't no right!

Ain't no wrong now, ain't no right.
Ain't no wrong now, ain't no right.
Only pleasure and pain.

Motherf:censored:n' bad wind came, blew down my home.
Now the green grass grows.
Bad wind came, blew down my home.
Goddamn goodness knows!
Where green grass grows there can't be wrong.
And goodness knows, there ain't no right!

Ain't no wrong now, ain't no right.
Ain't no wrong now, ain't no right.
Only pleasure and pain.

Bumped my head, I'm a battering ram.
Goddamn took the pain.
Cut myself, said So what?
Motherf:censored:n' took the pain.
Said So what? I can't be wrong.
I thought so but there ain't no right!

Ain't no wrong now, ain't no right.
Ain't no wrong now, ain't no right.
Only pleasure and pain.

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Jane's Addiction could also get very "prog-ish", as with their ode to a menage a trois between Perry Ferrell and two women (hence
the cover art) on the song "Three Days", which incorporated erotic talk as well as religious themes. More controversy ensued, of course. But most critics were put off by their long, meandering epic songs like this which seemed too self-involved.

Perry Farrell live:

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Perry Farrell:

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More live Perry:

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Jane's on magazine:

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Sonic Youth's album Goo gave a strong indication where rock guitar was headed. The guitar assault of Thurston Moore and Lee Ranaldo, in all its aching detuned glory, was more intense
than just about anything calling itself metal. Sonic Youth were a new kind of alternative, a different kind of punk. They were loud,
discordant, and living under a sort of "controlled" anarchy--it made sense, beneath the heavy din.

Bassist Kim Gordon's voice was also rather sexy, on this song which featured Public Enemy's Chuck D. Anyone remember the video to this?

Kool Thing

Kool Thing sittin' with a kiddie
now you know you're sure lookin' pretty
like a lover not a dancer
superboy take a little chance here
I don't wanna, I don't think so
I don't wanna, I don't think so

Kool Thing let me play it with your radio
move me, turn me on, baby-o
I'll be your slave
give you a shave
I don't wanna, I don't think so
I don't wanna, I don't think so

[Chuck D]
yeah, tell'em about it,
hit'em where it hurts
hey, Kool Thing, come here, sit down beside me
there's something I gotta ask you.
I just wanna know, what are you gonna do for me?
I mean, are you gonna liberate us girls
from male white corporate oppression?
tell it like it is!
huh?
yeah!
don't be shy
word up!
fear of a female planet?
fear of a female planet?
fear, baby!
I just want to know that we can still be friends
come on, come on, come on, come on let everybody know
kool thing, kool thing

when you're a star, I know that you'll fix everything
kool Thing sittin' by the kiddie
now you know you're sure lookin' pretty
rock the beat just a little faster
now I know you are a master
I don't wanna, I don't think so
I don't wanna, I don't think so

kool thing walkin' like a panther
come on and give me an answer
kool thing walkin' like a panther
what'd he say?
I don't wanna, I don't think so
I don't wanna, I don't think so

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My Friend Goo

my friend Goo has a real tattoo
she always knows just what to do
she looks through her hair like she doesn't care (?)
what she does best is stand and stare

she can play the drums set too
and the boys say: "hey Goo what's new?"' hey Goo what's new?
my friend Goo just says: "Hey you"
my friend Goo just says: "Hey you"

I know a secret or two about Goo
she won't mind if I tell you
she likes to wear green underwear
and lays down almost anywhere

she doesn't have nothing to do
and the boys say: "hey Goo what's new?"' hey Goo what's new?
my friend Goo just says: "Hey you"
my friend Goo just says: "Hey you"

I know a secret or two about Goo
she won't mind if i tell you
I know a secret or two about Goo
I know a secret about Goo and you

and she sticks just like glue
and the boys say: "hey Goo what's new?"' hey Goo what's new?
my friend Goo just goes: "Hey you"
my friend Goo just goes: "Hey you"

Goo Goo Goo

Goo Goo Goo

Goo Goo Goo
my friend Goo
Goo Goo Goo
talkin' 'bout Goo
Goo Goo Goo
my friend Goo
Goo Goo Goo
you would too
Goo

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Dirty Boots

here we go to another candle I know
all the girls there playin' on a jelly roll

time to take a ride - time to take it in a midnite eye
and if you wanna go - get on below
pinking out the day - dreaming out the crazy way
finger on the love - it's all above

everywhere it's six-sex-six by luck
a satellite wish will make it just enough
you'll be making out with a witch in a coffee truck

time to rock the road - and tell the story of the jelly rollin'
dirty boots are on - hi di ho
pinking out the black - dreaming in a crack
Satan got her tongue - now it's undone

I got some dirty boots - yeah dirty boots
I got some dirty boots - baby
dirty boots

hey!

Kim Gordon:

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Another Kim Gordon pic:

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Live:

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Thurston Moore:

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As we have mentioned at the end of the 80's thread, the 90's were in fact a replay of the 70's. Every decade now seemed to jump the prior decade to wallow in the nostalgia of the one only fifteen to twenty years before: Case in point--70's: 50's Happy Days episodes; 80's: 60's paisley, neo-psychedelia, Monkees re-runs; and now the 90's--not only were Seattle bands reviving Black Sabbath riffs and sound, but a new version of an old trend was brewing in an unlikely place--a return of disco-styled music was churning out of Manchester, England, thanks to the popularity of the Stone Roses. But this new brand of dance-pop was more hippie-esque than anything really of the 70's. But still, the so-called "Madchester" Sound re-emphasized the importance of community and participation within fans. Soon, places such as London and elsewhere were reporting incidents of drug use and other illicit activities going on at late night functions called raves.

One such Madchester band was The Happy Mondays, with their album, Pills 'n' Thrills and Bellyaches.

Kinky Afro

Son, I'm 30
I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty
And I don't have a decent bone in me
What you get is just what you see yeah
I see it so I take it freely
And all the bad piss ugly things i feed me
I never help or give to the needy
Come on and see me

Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice

I said dad you're shabby
You run around and groove like a baggy
You're only here just out of habit
All that's mine you might as well have it
You take ten feet back and then stab it
Spray it on and 'tag it
So sack on me
I can't stand the needy
Get around here if you're asking you're feeling

Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice

So sack all the needy
I can't stand to leave it
You come around here and you put both your feet in

Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So go on and say it

Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don't hear what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

The band in New York:

[ABlairican Pie]

Another Madchester band, The Charlatans UK, were forced to add the suffix "UK" after facing legal threats from a band with the same name. This band did not quite have the same success as many of their peers, but managed to have a few club hits.

The Only One I Know

The only one I know, has come to take me away
The only one I know, is mine when she stitches me
The only one I see, has found an aching in me
The only one I see, has turned her tongue into me

Everyone has been burned before, everybody knows the pain

The only one I know, never cries, never open her eyes
The only one I know, wide awake and then she's away
The only one I see, is mine when she walks down our street
The only one I see, has carved her way in to me

Everyone has been burned before, everybody knows the pain
Everyone has been burned before, everybody knows the pain

Everyone has been burned before, everybody knows the pain
Everyone has been burned before, everybody knows the pain

[ABlairican Pie]

One Madchester band, Inspiral Carpets, had a hit with their video from their album Life, the song "Commercial
Rain"--or in these lyrics, "Commercial Reign." The band tried to make a name for itself with popular shirts that announced "Inspiral Carpets--Cool As F:censored:." But unfortunately, the band never really broke big into America. In fact, one of their roadies by the name of Noel Gallagher thought the band he served "totally sucked." He decided he would make a band that was a lot better than this one.

Commercial Rain

Mary's crying for her baby, for her baby doll
AH, COMMERCIAL REIGN
Peter's moaning for his teddy, for his teddy bear
AH, COMMERCIAL REIGN
Mary's crying for her baby, for her baby doll
AH, COMMERCIAL REIGN
Peter's moaning for his teddy, for his teddy bear
AH, COMMERCIAL REIGN
Mary's crying for her baby, for her baby doll
AH, COMMERCIAL REIGN
Peter's moaning for his teddy, for his teddy bear
AH, COMMERCIAL REIGN
Mary's crying for her baby, for her baby doll
AH, COMMERCIAL REIGN
Peter's moaning for his teddy, for his teddy bear
AH

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Band shot:

[ABlairican Pie]

The Shamen were another Madchester group whose album En-Tact spawned a popular club hit, "Move Any Mountain." The band was originally a four-piece in the late 80's when they dropped down to a duo consisting of Colin
Angus and William Sinnott. Their live act featured sampled drum beats and dance music which was played
along with explicit videos, visuals and rappers speaking political commentary. There was also a sense of spiritual community and empowerment through their music as well--as evidenced by the lyrics below. Unfortunately, Sinnott drowned off the coast of the Canary Islands on May 23rd, 1990, just before they found chart success in the America. Angus carried on the Shamen name for the next few years.

Move Any Mountain

Move any mountain, move any mountain

I will not fail nor falter, I shall succeed
My perception is altered, I do believe
Faith is so strong now nothing shall bar my way
Firm conviction is no fiction
This is my day

I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain

I walk so tall, ascending I stand so high
Earth below me revolving above the sky
I feel no fear to be here is oh so fine
Shining brightly, like sunlight inside my mind

Well you know that any mountain is capable of moving
The Shamen and the new generation who are proving
You can be what you want to be
Let your soul and your body and your mind be free
Well never mind, we all are that
And going all the way is where I'm at
With delivery smooth like water from a fountain
That's why I can move any mountain
Move any mountain

I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
Move any mountain
Move any mountain

Future feeling, new sensation
Body is rocking and the mind is reeling
And rolling race changing motion
Flowing like a river into the ocean
Better get yourself ready for the new vibration
My vision, one nation, one tribe
One day'll come the might to move any mountain

Move any mountain
Move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain

I walk so tall, ascending I stand so high
Earth below me revolving above the sky
I feel no fear to be here is oh so fine
Shining brightly, like sunlight inside my mind

I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain
I can move move move any mountain

:banana: :mango

[Steve M.]

In addition to Rick Grech and Brent Mydland, the rock world lost another great musician in 1990.

While touring America with Eric Clapton, blues-rock guitarist Stevie Ray Vaughan boarded a helicopter in Wisconsin on the night of August 26 to make it to a gig in Chicago. The chopper crashed in a fog shortly after midnight, killing Vaughan almost instantly.

http://www.staticfiends.com/srv/n-stevie-ray-vaughan-91.jpg

Stevie Ray Vaughan (1954-1990)

Vaughan was a true bluesman, with a guitar style as tart and biting as his Texas roots. He was already a legend when he was killed a month or so short of his thirty-sixth birthday. :(

[Steve M.]

Another musical great named Vaughan - Sarah Vaughan - died on April 3, 1990.

http://lucielebens.chez.tiscali.fr/Photos/Portraits/sarah_vaughan.JPG

Sarah Vaughan (1924-1990)

With her bold, distinctive voice, the Newark-born jazz singer became one of the most beloved and respected female vocalists in jazz, right alongside Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald. Her passing stunned the jazz world as well as the city of Newark. :(

[Steve M.]

Or so Dennis Miller declared when Milli Vanilli won the. . . Best New Artist Award at the 1990 Grammys???

http://www.zene.net/pictures/pop/milli_vanilli_14_3581.jpg

:eek2:

[Steve M.]

With producer Frank Farian getting material ready for the second Milli Vanilli album, Arista Records released Milli Vanilli's one-and-halfth LP - The Remix Album - in a cynical attmept to make more money off the MV craze.

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(This is the only image of the cover of The Remix Album I could find, but hey, who cares? :lol: We're not dealing with the Beatles here!)

Like any disco remix album, this LP contained extended versions of Milli Vanilli's hit singles and was just a way to make the ten million kids who bought Girl You Know It's True buy the same songs twice, and it added four songs left off the original album to attract true-blue completists. (They were left off Girl because they weren't good enough. "Imagine if you can," rock critics Jimmy Guterman and Owen O'Donnell would write, "the existence of songs not good enough to make it on a Milli Vanilli record." :lol: )

Though certified gold, The Remix Album only got up to number 32 on the charts, suggesting that Rob and Fab's days in the spotlight were numbered. Worse was to come for the dreadlocked duo later in the year.

[Steve M.]

In the fall of 1990, Milli Vanilli's Robert Pilatus and Fabrice Morvan had had enough guilt. They were sick and tired of lip-synching to someone else's voices and now went to producer Frank Farian demanding that they be allowed to sing o nthe second Milli Vanilli album. Farian fired them. Rob and Fab then pre-empted Farian by publicly conifrming that they did indeed lip-synch before Farian could do so. At the "news conference" in which Rob and Fab made their announcement, they tried to prove they could sing by singing a bar of "Girl You Know It's True". . . only to demonstate why Farian made them lip-synch in the first place - because they couldn't sing. :(

But then, neither could the anonyomus Americans who did the actual singing. People who had said Milli Vanilli sucked apologized to Rob and Fab. They didn't suck - someone else was sucking for them!

Anyway, Milli Vanilli gave back their Grammys. Someone at the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences revealed the organization's cluelessness and stupidity by suggesting that the awards go to the two guys who actually did the singing, rather than to the Indigo Girls or Neneh Cherry.

No one came out smelling like roses from this sorry affair. Farian announced that what was to be the next Milli Vanilli album would instead be an elaborately produced R&B album that he would put his heart and soul into (assuming he had either). Pilatus and Morvan renamed their act Rob and Fab and announced that they were starting work on a new album. Neither album ever materialized, and Robert Pilatus was drawn to drugs to overcome his depression and his shame. He died in 1997.

At least he had shame. Asked if the label was embarrassed by the scandal, an Arista Records executive, said, "Why? We sold ten million copies of that album!"

And the response to the scandal from Arista head Clive Davis (pictured below) came right out of the Iran-contra affair:

http://www.caymannetnews.com/Archive/Archive%20Articles/December%202002/Issue%20300%20Tue/Images/CLIVE%20DAVIS.jpg

"I didn't know anything about it."

(Sure, Clive. Sure. :p )

[Steve M.]

Rock's inability to renew itself in 1990 - the best new acts weren't selling records, and the most commercially successful new acts sucked - led rock fans to keep turning to the past for comfort. Pete Townshend (below) sensed this, which is why he put the Who back together in 1989, ostensibly to celebrate the twenty-fifth anniversary of the Who and the twentieth anniversary of Tommy, and toured with Roger Daltrey and John Entwhistle. (Kenney Jones chose to start a supergroup with Paul Rodgers called the Law, which, naturally, didn't pass. :lol: ) In the nineties, as well as in the eighties, classic rock would become popular with post-Boomers who missed rock's greatest era and goshdarn knew it. :(

http://www.nrk.no/img/301797.jpeg

Old Who was great, but new Who was less so. Critics who saw the Who's reunion tour would later comment that their music was as focused as the Hubble Telescope. It wasn't meant as a compliment. The Hubble Telescope works great now, but when it was first launched into space in 1990, the first images came back fuzzy and distorted because the mirrors were ground to the wrong curvature. A space shuttle team had to go a few years later to fix it.

http://www.abc.net.au/science/news/img/space/hubble_unplugged2.jpg

At least NASA's problems could be solved. Rock's problems, well. . . . :(

[ABlairican Pie]

"Move Any Mountain" became a hit in America by the end of the next year.

Group pic:

[ABlairican Pie]

Primus released their critically acclaimed album Frizzle Fry, in 1990, and soon the buzz was catching on about this innovative
band. Their musicianship, and twisted humor, was catching on in songs such as "Groundhog Day," "Too Many Puppies," Mr. Know It All," and "Spaghetti Western."

Mr. Know It All

They call me Mr. Knowitall
I will not compromise.
I will not be told what to do.
I shall not step aside.
They call me Mr. Knowitall
I have no time to waste.
My mouth it spews pure intellect.
And I've such elegant taste.

They call me Mr. Knowitall.
I sip the aged wine.
Oh I could tell such wonderous tales
if I should find the time.
I must be Mr. Knowitall
For ideas they come in bounds.
I am Mr. Knowitall
So spread the word around.

They call me Mr. Knowitall
I am so eloquent.
Perfection is my middle name
And whatever rhymes with eloquent.

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

An anti-war song:

Two Many Puppies

Too many puppies are being shot in the dark.
Too many puppies are trained not to bark.
At the sight of blood that must be spille dso that
We may maintain our oil fields.
Too many puppies
Too many puppies are taught to heal.
Too many puppies are trained to kill.
On the command of men wearing money belts that buy
Mistresses sleek animal pelts.
Too many puppies.

Too many puppies with guns in their hands.
Too many puppies in foreign lands.
Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and
Placed upon the war machine.
Too many puppies are just like me.
Too many puppies are afraid to see.
The visions of the past brought to life again,
Too many puppies, too many dead men.

[ABlairican Pie]

While his ex-bandmates were finding success in Love and Rockets, former Bauhaus vocalist Peter Murphy was content in remaining solo with his excellent release Deep, which featured the moving hit "Cuts You Up." The former Goth
pioneer may not have made a major dent on the charts, but did summon the Goth audience to escape their underground status and face the daylight.

Cuts You Up

I find you in the morning
After dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me
Like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up
And get me out
Keep me walking
But never shout
Hold the secret close
I hear you say

You know the way
It throws about
It takes you in
And spits you out
It spits you out
When you desire
To conquer it
To feel you're higher
To follow it
You must be clean
With mistakes
That you do mean
Move the heart
Switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place

On and on it goes
Calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour we'll walk
Cut the thick and break the thin
No sound to break no moment clear
When all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind

You know the way
It twists and turns
Changing colour
Spinning yarns
You know the way
It leaves you dry
It cuts you up
It takes you high
You know the way
It's painted gold
Is it honey
Is it gold
You know the way
It throws about
It takes you in
And spits you out
You know the way
It throws about
It takes you in
And spits you out
It spits you out
When you desire
To conquer it
To feel you're higher
To follow it
You must be clean
With mistakes
That you do mean
Move the heart
Switch the pace
Look for what
Seems out of place

It's o.k.
It goes this way
The line is thin
It twists away
Cuts you up
It throws about
Keep me walking
But never shout.

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Midnight Oil returned with Blue Sky Mining, another album which propelled their environmental activism message. The title song spoke of corporations pushing employees to work dangerous jobs where their health would be severely affected--in this case, a mining worker facing asbestos poisoning while struggling to make a living.

Blue Sky Mine

Hey, hey-hey hey
There'll be food on the table tonight
Hey, hey, hey hey
There'll be pay in your pocket tonight

My gut is wrenched out it is crunched up and broken
A life that is led is no more than a token
Who'll strike the flint upon the stone and tell me why
If I yell out at night there's a reply of bruised silence
The screen is no comfort I can't speak my sentence
They blew the lights at heaven's gate and I don't know why

But if I work all day at the blue sky mine
(There'll be food on the table tonight)
Still I walk up and down on the blue sky mine
(There'll be pay in your pocket tonight)

The candy store paupers lie to the share holders
They're crossing their fingers they pay the truth makers
The balance sheet is breaking up the sky
So I'm caught at the junction still waiting for medicine
The sweat of my brow keeps on feeding the engine
Hope the crumbs in my pocket can keep me for another night
And if the blue sky mining company won't come to my rescue
If the sugar refining company won't save me
Who's gonna save me?

But if I work all day...

And some have sailed from a distant shore
And the company takes what the company wants
And nothing's as precious, as a hole in the ground

Who's gonna save me?
I pray that sense and reason brings us in
Who's gonna save me?
We've got nothing to fear

In the end the rain comes down
Washes clean, the streets of a blue sky town

[ABlairican Pie]

Forgotten Years

Few of the sins of the father, are visited upon the son
Hearts have been hard, our hands have been clenched in a fist too long
Our sons will never be soldiers, our daughters will never need guns
These are the yrs between
These are the yrs that were hard fought and won
Contracts torn at the edges, old signatures stained with tears
Seasons of war and peace, these should not be forgotten years
Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics
How many dreams remain? This is a feeling too strong to contain

The hardest years, the darkest yrs, the roarin' yrs, the fallen yrs
These should not be forgotten yrs
The hardest yrs, the wildest yrs, the desperate and divided yrs
We will remember, these should not be forgotten yrs

Our shoreline was never invaded, our country was never in flames
This is the calm we breathe, this is a feeling too strong to contain
Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics
Signatures stained with tears, who can remember
We've got to remember

The hardest...
Forsaking aching breaking yrs, the time and tested heartbreak yrs
These should not be forgotten yrs
The blinded yrs, the binded yrs, the desperate and divided yrs
These should not be forgotten yrs, remember

[ABlairican Pie]

King of the Mountain

Walking through the high dry grass
Pushing my way through slow
Yellow belly black snake
Sleeping on a red rock
Waiting for the stranger to go

Sugar train stops at the crossing
Cane cockies cursing below
Bad storm coming
Better run to the top of the mountain

Mountain in the shadow of light
Rain in the valley below
Mountain in the shadow of light
Rain in the valley
Well you can say you're Peter, say you're Paul
Don't put me up on your bedroom wall
Call me king of the mountain

Blacksmith fires up the bellows
Cane cutters burning the load
Workers of the world
Run to the top of the mountain

Mountain in the shadow of light...

I can't take the hands from my face
There are some things we can't replace

Mountain...

Over liquid tarmac wastelands of cactus and heat
Down cobblestone alleyways of washing day sheets
Up ghost prairie mountains of sunset and space
Down the road a familiar face
Across the wilderness
Out further than the bush
I will follow you

Peter Garrett:

[ABlairican Pie]

Peter Garrett talks with an Aboriginal villager:

[ABlairican Pie]

Depeche Mode scored a hit from their Violator album, the song "Personal Jesus", which no doubt was severely misinterpreted by the church brigades. This became one of their biggest albums, selling well for the dance crowd.

Personal Jesus

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus...

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus

Reach out and touch faith

:banana: :mango :guitar:

[ABlairican Pie]

World In My Eyes

Let me take you on a trip
Around the world and back
And you won't have to move
You just sit still

Now let your mind do the walking
And let my body do the talking
Let me show you the world in my eyes

I'll take you to the highest mountain
To the depths of the deepest sea
We won't need a map, believe me

Now let my body do the moving
And let my hands do the soothing
Let me show you the world in my eyes

That's all there is
Nothing more than you can feel now
That's all there is

Let me put you on a ship
On a long, long trip
Your lips close to my lips
All the islands in the ocean
All the heaven's in the motion
Let me show you the world in my eyes

That's all there is
Nothing more than you can touch now
That's all there is

Let me show you the world in my eyes

[ABlairican Pie]

One Scottish band that got much attention from college radio was
The Cocteau Twins, whose lead singer Elizabeth Fraser had the unique ability to record one set of high vocals on top of previously recorded ones to make an amazing harmony that would convince listeners they were hearing a duet, hence their being called "twins". Their 1990 album was Heaven or Las Vegas.

Heaven or Las Vegas

Let me take you on a trip
Around the world and back
And you won't have to move
You just sit still

Now let your mind do the walking
And let my body do the talking
Let me show you the world in my eyes

I'll take you to the highest mountain
To the depths of the deepest sea
We won't need a map, believe me

Now let my body do the moving
And let my hands do the soothing
Let me show you the world in my eyes

That's all there is
Nothing more than you can feel now
That's all there is

Let me put you on a ship
On a long, long trip
Your lips close to my lips
All the islands in the ocean
All the heaven's in the motion
Let me show you the world in my eyes

That's all there is
Nothing more than you can touch now
That's all there is

Let me show you the world in my eyes

[ABlairican Pie]

Band shot:

[ABlairican Pie]

Live:

[ABlairican Pie]

Morrissey's second solo release, Bona Drag, featured a few
previous tunes from his first album as well as new ones. He was living up to his name as one of the tortured, deprived young men
in the British pop scene.

November Spawned a Monster

Sleep on and dream of love
Because it’s the closest you will
Get to love, oh ah ...
The poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
The poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One november
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried :

But jesus made me, so
Jesus save me from
Pity, sympathy
And people discussing me
This frame of useless limbs
What can make good
All the bad that’s been done ?

And if the lights were out
Could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth
(or anywhere ? )
No, no, no, oh, no, no, no, no

The poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
The poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One november
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her

A symbol of where mad, mad lovers
Must pause and draw the line.

Oh ...

So sleep and dream of love
Because it’s the closest
You will get to love
Oh, no, no, no ... oh, no ... oh, no

Oh ...
Oh ...
Oh ...
Oh ...
Oh ...
Oh ...

One fine day
Let it be soon
She won’t be rich or beautiful
But she’ll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself.

Thankyou ...

[ABlairican Pie]

Ouija Board, Ouija Board

Ouija board
Would you work for me ?
I have got to say hello
To an old friend

Ouija board, ouija board, ouija board
Would you work for me ?
I have got to get through
To a good friend
Well, she has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors of it

Ouija board, ouija board, ouija board
Would you help me ?
Because I still do feel
So horribly lonely

Would you, ouija board
Would you, ouija board
Would you help me ?
And I just can’t find
My place in this world

She has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors of it

Oh hear my voice (hear my voice)
Oh hear my voice (hear my voice)
Hear my voice (hear my voice)
Hear my voice (hear my voice)
The table is rumbling ...
The table is rumbling
The glass is moving
No, I was not pushing that time
It spells : s.t.e.v.e.n

The table is rumbling
The glass is moving
No, I was not pushing that time :
P.u.s.h.o. double f.

Well, she has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors of it

[ABlairican Pie]

They Might Be Giants returned with Flood, which featured the happy ditty, "Birdhouse in Your Soul". From the images of the picketers in the video protesting music videos, it seemed like the band was commenting on the public's narrowmindedness toward expression.

Birdhouse In Your Soul

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My story's infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am

There's a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

(and while you're at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

:banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

This song is a cover of the old 60's folk song about a city so nice they had to name it twice.

Istanbul (Not Constantinople)

Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night

Every gal in Constantinople
Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
So if you've a date in Constantinople
She'll be waiting in Istanbul

Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say
People just liked it better that way

So take me back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks

Istanbul (Istanbul)
Istanbul (Istanbul)

Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say
People just liked it better that way

Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks

So take me back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks

Istanbul

:banana: :mango

[Cactus Jack]

Originally posted by Captain ABlairica
Another Madchester band, The Charlatans UK, were forced to add the suffix "UK" after facing legal threats from a band with the same name. This band did not quite have the same success as many of their peers, but managed to have a few club hits.

The Only One I Know

The only one I know, has come to take me away
The only one I know, is mine when she stitches me
The only one I see, has found an aching in me
The only one I see, has turned her tongue into me

Everyone has been burned before, everybody knows the pain

The only one I know, never cries, never open her eyes
The only one I know, wide awake and then she's away
The only one I see, is mine when she walks down our street
The only one I see, has carved her way in to me

Everyone has been burned before, everybody knows the pain
Everyone has been burned before, everybody knows the pain

Everyone has been burned before, everybody knows the pain
Everyone has been burned before, everybody knows the pain I thought I was the only one who knew who that band was and that song!

[Steve M.]

Showing no signs of slowing down at 48, Roger Chapman released his studio album Hybrid and Lowdown in 1990.

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The former Family / Streetwalkers vocalist offered up new songs such as "Hot Night To Rhumba," "Beautifully Indecent," and "Sushi Roll," closing the LP with a cover of the Everly Brothers's "Bye Bye Love." :)

Chappo remained a big star in Germany. With the Fatherland responsible for the likes of Milli Vanilli, it was no wonder German rock fans turned elsewhere to hear a real rock and roll singer! ;)

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In 1990, Ministry released In Case You Didn't Feel Like Showing Up, a live concert album of their 1989/1990 tour. Many fans who did feel like showing up would be absolutely pummelled by their intensely loud show with hits such as "Burning Inside", "Deity" and "Stigmata."

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Billy Idol also returned in 1990 after a near-fatal accident with a new album, Charmed Life, which featured a new guitarist, Mark Younger-Smith. His former long-time guitar player Steve Stevens had left for a solo career in a band called the Atomic Playboys, but neither band were able to match the success of the early days. The new album featured a great hit that was a huge success on MTV, "Cradle of Love." One thing that remained the same about Billy Idol was his interest in the opposite sex (though many lovers found him to not be quite the gentleman--many accused him of sexual assault).

Cradle of Love

Well, ow
Rock the cradle of love
Rock the cradle of love
Yes the cradle of love
Don't rock easily, It's true, Well

Rock the cradle of love
I rocked the cradle of love
Yes the cradle of love,
Don't rock easily, It's true, Well now

It burned like a ball on fire
When the rebel took a little child bride
To tease yeah ,So go easy yeah, Oww

Cause love cuts a million ways
Shakes the devil when he misbehaves
I ain't nobody's fool, Come on
Shake it up, ever I do, Roww

Rock the cradle of love, woo
Rock the cradle of love
Yes the cradle of love
Don't rock easily It's true, yeah now
Sent from heaven above, that's right
To rob the cradle of love
Yes the pages of love
Don't talk decently, It's true, Yeah, Oww

Your flesh for your romeo
I aint beggin
I hear you moan
It's easy y'know how to
Please me yeah,oww

This love starts my rollin train
You can't stop it, It ain't in vain
I ain't nobody's fool, Come on
Shake it up, Ever I do, Ow Ow, Woo

These are the wages of love, I know
Rock the cradle , Allright allright allright
These are the wages of love, Ooh yeah
Rock the cradle, Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Well it burned like a ball on fire
When the rebel took a little child bride
To tease yeah I know how to please you yeah, Oww

Well my love starts a rollin train
You can't stop me, It ain't in vain
I ain't nobody's fool, Come on
Shake it up, Ever I do, Roww Roww Roww

Rock the cradle of love, yea
Rock the cradle of love, oohh
Sent from heaven above
That's right, ha
She rob the cradle of love, oww
Rock the cradle of love
Yeah cradle of love
That's true mama
I robbed the devil of love, All right
Cradle of love, oww
Teased tonight
And you might be sleazed, all right
If you won't appease me, tonight
Then let me ease you, Yeah
Rock the cradle of love
Yeah cradle of love
All right

:guitar: :banana: :mango

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The one other standout song on the album was a cover of The Doors' "L.A. Woman", which was to be used in conjunction with an upcoming movie next year (we'll find out that next year).

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As we've mentioned before, Stevie Ray Vaughn died in a tragic helicopter crash August 27, 1990. His death was a devastating blow to everyone, considering that he had emerged victorious over an alcohol addiction which had threatened to consume him. He was only 35. But his music would live on forever. :crying:

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Pride and Joy

Well you've heard about love givin' sight to the blind
My baby's lovin' cause the sun to shine
She's my sweet little thang....She's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby....I'm her little lover boy

Yeah I love my baby....Heart and soul
Love like ours won't never grow old
She's my sweet little thang....She's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby....I'm her little lover boy

Yeah I love my lady....She's long and lean
You mess with her....You'll see a man get mean
She's my sweet little thang....She's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby....I'm her little lover boy

Well I love my baby....Like the finest wine
Stick with her until the end of time
She's my sweet little thang....She's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby....I'm her little lover boy

Yeah I love my baby....Heart and soul
Love like ours won't never grow old
She's my sweet little thang....She's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby....I'm her little lover boy

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And one could always count on Stevie doing a decent cover of one of his idols, Jimi Hendrix:

Voodoo Chile

Well I stand up next to a mountain....Chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well I stand up next to a mountain....Chop it down with the edge of my hand
Pick up the pieces, make an island....Might even raise a little sand

Cause I'm a voodoo chile....Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile
I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time
Give it right back to you....One of these days
I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time
Give it right back to you....The rest of my days

I won't see you again in this world....See ya in the next one
Don't be late....Don't be late
Cause I'm a voodoo chile yeah....Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile

:guitar:

Stevie Ray with Double Trouble bassist Tommy Shannon:

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In spite of the untimely death of Stevie Ray Vaughn, 1990 was an exciting time to be a guitarist. If the 80's had put shred guitar on the map with its intense virtuosity, one would naturally think that
the entire decade of the 90's would be BLAZING with hyperfast musicianship by the end of the decade!! There was a lot of reason
to think so: there was another Texan, Eric Johnson, a blues-rock guitarist who was dubbed "the Tone Ranger"
and was in demand as a session guitarist all over. Even though his vinyl output was sporadic, he was counted on to put out superior guitar work--and his 1990 release Ah Via Musicom did just that, when it featured one of the best known guitar instrumentals, the insanely boogie-fied "Cliffs of Dover", a song that was in such demand by musicians that it eventually won a Grammy for Best Rock Instrumental.

Johnson also added his vocals to an excellent song which featured stellar guitar playing, "Desert Rose."

Desert Rose

Desert Rose that dances, in heat of the sky,
I must pattern my life about you;
You can make the most when the waters run dry,
Look into the well deep inside you.

My Desert Rose,
Born are the few;
Always with me,
A vision of you.

Acrolith reflection, that floats through my dreams,
Arid is the dust underneath me;
Something far away, a mirage so it seems,
What I long to see, oh, could it be?

My Desert Rose,
Born are the few;
Always with me,
A vision of you.

My Desert Rose,
Born are the few;
Always with me,
A vision of you.

My Desert Rose,
Born are the few;
Always with me,
A vision of you.
Don't fade away.
Don't fade away.

:guitar:

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Eric Johnson also had some excellent songs from the album such as "Trademark", "Righteous," and "High Landrons." He has been considered by many to be the greatest guitarist around.

Nothing Can Keep Me From You

Close my eyes, see your reflection
In my life, you always are;
Now I know, my true direction,
'Cause I see, your shining star.

Call out my name,
When you do, I will let you know,
Now my attention's on you;
I was down on the ground,
But I don't need to think about it,
Nothing can keep me from you.

Been so long, to get the reception
Of your smile, I keep in view;
And all your love, and your sweet affection
Makes me feel, so close to you.

Call out my name,
When you do, I will let you know,
Now my attention's on you;
I was down on the ground,
But I don't need to think about it,
Nothing can keep me from you.

Just call out my name,
When you do, I will let you know,
Now my attention's on you;
I was down on the ground,
But I don't need to think about it,
Nothing can keep me from you;
Nothing can keep me from you.
If you could just, give me one more try;
'Cause I'm down on my knees,
And I hope, there's no hang about it,
Nothing should keep me from you.

:guitar:

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Eric Johnson's guitar playing was blues-based, but his playing was so intense he became a favorite of many metal guitarists, including Dave Mustaine of Megadeth.

High Landrons

Way down here on the edge of these snows,
I hear a strong wind whine;
Goin' to where the freedom bells ring,
Into the Highlands I must climb.
On this journey, I have been here before,
tryin' to reach the other side;
i just can't get through the top of these hills,
Without a mountain guide.

Took such a while to find you,
Oh could you show me the way?
To get to the place I once knew,
You're the only one, so take me through High Landrons.

Up ahead, I know the trailway stops,
From there on, only eagles fly;
Burning (with) visions of the way back to you,
They're burnin' through the eastern sky.

Now and then I see a shooting star,
Lighting up the silver blue;
It's shining all the way down the mountain skyway,
Oh, it's shining straight from you.

Took all my life to find you,
Oh could you show me the way?
To get to the place I once knew,
You're the only one, so take me through High Landrons.
Up ahead...

Took all my life to find you,
Oh could you show me the way?
To get to the place I once knew,
You're the only one, so take me through High Landrons.
Up ahead...

:guitar:

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Eric Johnson's famous '65 Dakota Red Fender Stratocaster:

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The other album that further convinced guitar fans that the 90's was going to be a banner year for shred was one of the greatest guitar albums of all time:

Steve Vai's Passion and Warfare.

During his off-time with Whitesnake, Steve Vai concentrated all his energy in making the ultimate guitar statement he could ever make, and he clearly succeeded. For those disappointed with Whitesnake's "Slip of the Tongue" album, Steve Vai's solo album was beyond fulfillment. Vai would spend days at his home studio, pouring himself into his guitar work, playing so hard that his fingers would bleed. He had plenty of guitar effects at his disposal, as well as a new kind of guitar that soon everyone would want to have: the Ibanez JEM seven-string guitar. Not only did it have a functional carrying handle in the side of the body, but it also had not six, but seven strings; an extra bottom A-string to expand playing range. Guitarists loved the extra low heavy sound on it. It would soon become a required instrument in several years' time.

However, to play with Steve Vai's shred-ability was not one of the reasons.:eek:

The album contained many spoken-word monologues with Vai, David Coverdale, and others. The following song is basically a monologue by a disgruntled teacher scolding a "young" Stevie Vai
for playing too loud in a class performance. The song is very reminescent of Van Halen's "Hot For Teacher":

The Audience Is Listening

Now Stevie, now don't be nervous, honey, O.K.? I'm gonna go in & I'm gonna introduce you & then you're gonna come in with your guitar & you're gonna play that nice, nice music you were telling me about; & while you're doing that, I'll be sitting in the back of the. We'll have such a good time, so don't you be nervous, honey. It will relax everybody, & we'll be so happy.
I'm gonna go now. I'll introduce you, O.K.?

HEADS UP! Now you kids you, all of you, calm down. That's good, O.K. everyone in your own seat, that's good. O.K., now, little Stevie Vai is going to play a composition on the guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy.

{I wrote this song for all my friends. When I grow up, I'm gonna be a famous Rock 'n Roll guitar player.}

Love it. HEH, HEH, HEH, go ahead.

{And this is my whammy bar. And it's gonna be loud.}

Don't you think that's a bit loud? Boys!!! It's getting too loud! You're getting out of control, boys. Stevie, now calm down class, calm down. Mr. Vai, you've got to turn it down...

{What did you say, you want me to turn it down? You mean down like this...} *bends down whammy bar on guitar*

Boys, What happened to that nice music? That sounds like noise Mr. Vai. And I want it stopped! You've all got detention.

{Uh, oh, here comes trouble.}

Ayy. Vai, are you outta your mind? You, guys, ya don't back off.
Ya must be crazy! I'm gonna flip-out. I'm tellin' you. If this is my
final flip-out, you guys are gonna go with me. {Ah, shut up.} Will you two stop dancing like that. Frankie, leave that girl alone! We're not gonna have another incident like Mildred. Come here to me me, Vai, don't you hear me? Come here you little snit. Wait 'till I get my hands... don't you run away. Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Vai. Knock it off! Get off my desk!

{Hey Andrea, check this out.}

Oh, Stevie, you promised me you'd play nice music; People out of control, dancin' on the desks. Playin' with the girls. That awful noise just make people go wild. You gotta turn that music down, Stevie, please.

{I'm fearless in my heart. They will always see that in my eyes. I am the Passion; I am the Warfare. I will never stop...Always constant, accurate, and intense.}

Mark my words, you'll never amount to anything, Steve Vai. You'll see, you'll be a bum, in the streets. A bum, that's it, a bum. I thought you were such a nice little boy. Ya know what? Ya mean, ya got a mean, nasty, vicious streak. Why don't you just quit school? Move to California with all those other bums. Go, that's
where you belong, with all those crazies out in California. Maybe you'll be famous;

{Thank you very much.}

Ha! That's the funniest thing I've ever heard.

{Thank you very much.}

You--famous? With that noise? Ha! I'll see ya in jail;

{Thank you very much.}

Give me a break Stevie, stop it. You'll see, mark my words.

:rock: :guitar: :rock:

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Other great songs from the album featured "Liberty," "Erotic Nightmares", "Animal", "Alien Water Kiss", "Sisters", the excellent
"I Would Love To", and the standout track, "For the Love of God."
Vai pursued Eastern meditation techniques and fasting to help better his playing. It was not about being a mere technician for him, it was all about reaching a total peak experience with guitar. To listen to the album is to embark on an incredible journey, the soundscapes and quality musicianship were overwhelming. It was as if Steve really had touched the face of God with his art.

Steve Vai, Guitar World January 1990:

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Van Morrison, the most artistically viable over-40 rocker who wasn't Neil Young, scored again in 1990 with Enlightenment.

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Morrison recorded Enlightment with the help of British blue-eyed soul man Georgie Fame, who had worked on Avalon Sunset and would continue to collaborate with Van the Man for much of the nineties. The album was adored by fans and critics alike, and it contained a sharp opening song, "Real Real Gone."

Real Real Gone - Van Morrison

(Morrison)

Real real gone,
I got hit by a bow and arrow,
Got me down to the very marrow.
And I'm real real gone.

Real real gone,
I can't stand up by myself.
Don't you know I need your help?
And I'm real real gone.

Some people say
You can make it on your own,
Oh, you can make it if you try.
I know better now -
You can't stand up alone,
Oh baby that is why. . .

(REPEAT SECOND VERSE)

And Sam Cooke is on the radio,
And the night is filled with space.
And your fingertips touch my face,
You're a friend of mine.
And I'm real real gone.

I'm real gone -
Oh Lord, I got hit by a bow and arrow.
Got me down to the very marrow.
You're a freind of mine,
And I'm real real gone,
And I'm real real gone,
I'm real gone.

Wilson Pickett said:
"In the midnight hour, that's when my love coems tumbling down!"
Solomon Burke said:
"If you need me, why don't you call me?"
James Brown said:
"When you're tired of what you got, try me."
Gene Chandler said:
"There's a rainbow in my soul."

Real real gone. . . .

[Steve M.]

A middle-aged but still potent Van Morrison in concert! :) :cool:

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Still on the road to recovery after feuding, solo fits, and David Crosby's outlaw antics, Crosby, Stills and Nash released Live It Up in 1990, only their sixth studio album together counting their albums with Neil Young.

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The cover was the least of their problems.

There have been great comeback albums that have stirred the public's imagination, rescued the artists who made them from obscurity, received numerous Grammy nominations, and become classic rock favorites. Live It Up is not one of them. Graceland is, but Live It Up isn't. The three singer/songwriters were now relying more on outside material, and the "peace and love" messages of their own songs didn't exactly go down well in a George Bush / Public Enemy kind of era. However, the power-pop title song did have some spirit, and "Haven't We Lost Enough?", an acoustic song Stephen Stills wrote with REO frontman Kevin Cronin about the aftermath of divorce, was perhaps one of his best efforts in years - he thinks so, too. "With acoustic music," Stills declared, "there's no place to hide."

How true. Also, there was no hiding the fact that Crosby, Stills and Nash had fallen on hard times and were still trying to recover - and that maybe collaborations with the frontman for an Illinois corporate rock band whose only interesting member is the organist weren't the long-term solution to CSN's dilemma. What did work on Live It Up, though, offered hope that Crosby, Stills and Nash would be back in form soon enough. :)

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Naturally the success of Passion and Warfare caused him to leave Whitesnake and pursue a solo career. His entrance into Whitesnake had originally caused much controversy and speculation, but now he was his own man with a phenomenal album many guitar afficianados were looking forward to hearing from. The January 1990 Guitar World we saw earlier featured one of the most coveted articles: The Steve Vai 10-hour Guitar Workout!! 1990 was looking to be the year Vai, Eric Johnson, and Vai's friend and mentor Joe Satriani would pave the way for the most intense guitar shredding ever heard for the rest of the decade.

Steve Vai Ibanez guitar:

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Here we see the ultimate status symbol among guitar stars in the
beginning of the 90's: the rack, a huge amount of electronic components stacked together to provide any shredding guitarist a virtual arsenal of sounds, tones, and effects. While having a rack was a source of envy for many less economically enhanced guitar heroes-in-training, most rock purists complained that such a rig caused the guitar sound to be artificial and too polished. To them, it was not your basic from-the-gut guitar sound. Many felt it compromised the visceral feel of rock and roll, it made it sound too over-produced and unnatural, carbon copy sound.

It was one more example of a backlash against the "plastic-y" trend in rock. Even if the guitar sounded great with a rack, it was just one more example of over-consumption and greed from the 80's.

Here is the rack that Steve Vai used in Whitesnake:

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1990 was also turning out to be a banner year in thrash metal. Megadeth released what was to be considered their best work ever, Rust In Peace. Dave Mustaine had finally conquered most of his drug addictions (except for smoking) and entered the studio with two new members, former Cacaphony guitarist Marty Friedman, and drummer Nick Menza, whose father had played on "The Pink Panther Theme."

It was not the easiest task to hire Marty Friedman. Megadeth's management told Dave about the hot young guitar player who had created a buzz in L.A., but Mustaine was not impressed. Friedman had different colored sneakers, a swatch of blue hair, and his playing was not up to par with his own, Dave felt. When he broke the bad news that it just might not work out for him, Mustaine gave Friedman a thorough critique of his playing--which totally impressed Marty, he saw that Dave Mustaine knew his guitar. It impressed Friedman so much that Mustaine gave him another chance--and the partnership clicked. In fact, many thrash guitarists were so blown away by the new young gun that
they considered Friedman to be a guitarist on the same level of, if not beyond that of Mustaine's replacement in Metallica, Kirk Hammett.

The blistering opening track tells a story about a sad experience that Dave Mustaine had while the band was touring in Northern Ireland earlier. Mustaine had unwittingly made comments that seemed to support a radical political group. Fans and listeners were so angered that they heaped death threats and hate mail upon him during his stay. Many condemned the band while they toured there, but Mustaine replied that his comments were made in ignorance, he in fact knew nothing about the political group in question. The song "Holy Wars...The Punishment Due" is his best response to the outcry. It remains one of the most intense songs ever recorded.

Holy Wars...The Punishment Due

Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don't understand

Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on God's command?

A country that's divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand

The end is near, it's crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don't look now to Israel
It might be in your homelands

Holy wars

The Punishment Due

Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel's bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God

Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die.

They killed my wife, and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake...last mistake!
Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
Next mistake...no more mistakes!

Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don't say it, don't mean I ain't
thinkin' it
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings.

Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away.

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

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In addition to Holy Wars being one of the heaviest thrash tracks ever recorded, the followup track is perhaps the second heaviest:
A visit to a place where they keep very strange visitors (as indicated by the album cover):

Hangar 18

Welcome to our fortress tall
Take some time to show you around
Impossible to break these walls
For you see the steel is much too strong
Computer banks to rule the world
Instruments to sight the stars

Possibly I've seen to much
Hangar 18 I know too much

Foreign life forms inventory
Suspended state of cryogenics
Selective amnesia's the story
Believed foretold but who'd suspect
The military intelligence
Two words combined that can't make sense

Possibly I've seen to much
Hangar 18 I know too much

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The song shifts into a vicious onslaught of riffs and guitar solos becoming faster and faster with every sequence. Definitely one of the greatest metal songs ever recorded--it will not let you off this ride. Unfortunately, the band had to play a sucky "abbreviated" version of it on the Arsenio Hall show.

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Take No Prisoners

Got one chance, infiltrate them
Get it right, terminate them
The Panzers will, permeate them
Break their pride, denigrate them
And their people, retrograde them
Typhus, detriate them
Epidemic, devastate them
Take no prisoners, cremate them

Going to war, give'em hell
D-Day, next stop Normandie
Beginning of the end
We know how to and sure as s:censored:we'll win
War is peace sure man
A retreat for the damned
A playground for the demented
A heaven for those who walk this world
Bereft of heart and soul
Love and war they say all is fair
Take his life
But won't take his hair
Your body has parts your
Country can spare
By the way son here's
Your wheelchair

He once had to be all he could be
Now he's nothing for no one nowhere to see
Funny thing, he's like you and me
It's a funny thing, a funny thing
Tears streak his solemn stare
Abandoned for wreckage nobody cares
No one knew what would happen there
No one spoke no one even dared
Don't ask what you can do for your country
Ask what your country can do for you
Take no prisoners, take no s:censored:

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

[Steve M.]

It was a new decade, and for Daryl Hall and John Oates - one of the most successful acts of the eighties, with 22 Top Forty hits spanning the entire decade - that meant a new sound as well. Having felt they'd done all they could with their blue-eyed soul explorations, they marked 1990 by releasing their aptly titled fourteenth studio album, Change of Season.

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On their new album, Hall and Oates returned to a sound they'd dabbled with earlier in their careers, a country-folk-rock sound that one normally associates with the kind of pop music played on public radio stations. Despite stellar tracks such as "Starting All Over Again" (originally meant to be the LP's title song) and "So Close, So Far Away," Change of Season tanked. Arista, which had lured Hall and Oates from RCA in the hope of the duo repeating their earlier success for Clive Davis's label, now had another wound to lick in the wake of the Milli Vanilli scandal. Although Hall and Oates still excelled musically, they were no longer the hot property they'd been only a couple of years earlier; the commercial failure of Change of Season was so devastating, the duo wouldn't put out another album for seven years.

And it wouldn't be on Arista. :(

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Lucretia

Sitting up late at night
I tiptoe through the darkness
Cold as hell black as spades
Aware of my immediate surrounding
In my place I escape
Up into my hideout
Hiding from everyone
My friends all say
Dave your mental any way hey|
Drift into a deeper state
I stalk the cobwebbed stairways
Dirt grits beneath my feet
The stair creaks,i precariously sneak

Hypnosis guides my hand
I slipslide through the walkways
Sit in granny’s rockin’ chair
Memories are whirling by yeah
Reminisce in the attic
Lucretia waits impatiently
Cobwebs make me squint
The cobra so eloquently glints
Moonbeams surge through the sky
The crystal ball’s energized
Surely that like the cat waiting
Lucretia rocks away


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

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This song is actually about a nuclear missile:

Rust in Peace (Polaris)

Tremble you weaklings,cower in fear
I am your ruler,land,sea and air
Immense in my girth,erect I stand tall
I am a nuclear murderer I am polaris
Ready to pounce at the touch of a button
My system locked in on military gluttons
I rule on land,air and sea
Pass judgement on humanity
Winds blow from the bowels of hell
Will we give warning,only time will tell
Satan rears his ugly head,to spit into the wind
I spread disease like a dog
Discharge my payload a mile high
Rotten egg air of death wrestles your nostrils
Launch the polaris,the end doesn’t scare us
When will this cease
The warheads will all rust in peace
Bomb shelters filled to the brim
Survival such a silly whim
World leaders sell missiles cheap
Your stomach turns,your flesh creeps

High priest of holocaust,fire from the sea
Nuclear winter spreading disease
The day of final conflict
All pay the price
The third world war
Rapes peace,takes life
Back to the start,talk of the part
When the earth was cold as ice
Total dismay as the sun passed away
And the days where black as night

Eradication of earth’s
Population loves polaris

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Dallas country musician and record producer Jerry Abbot was proud of his two sons Vinnie and Darrell. They had developed a love for music and wanted to play it for a living when they grew up. At first his younger son Darrell chose a BMX mountain bike over a guitar, but soon he caught on to the rock and roll fever after seeing his idols KISS play, so his father bought him an electric Dean guitar. Darrell soon won a solid state Randall amp at a local guitar playing contest, and the young man was fully set. He practiced night and day on his heroes in KISS--he was a bona fide Ace Frehley fanatic--as well as Black Sabbath (immensely in love with the Master of Reality album), Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, Slayer, AC/DC and other metal bands. His brother Vinnie shocked his dad when he came home with a tuba, announcing he wanted to join the school marching band. "You'll never make a penny playing that, son," Jerry explained. So instead, Vinnie took up drums, and from there, a family musical partnership was born. Darrell won in many guitar contests and Battle of the Bands contests around the Dallas-Fort Worth area, and played all over for several years when they released powerful
glam metal albums on independent labels. Their band featured a
vocalist by the name of Terry Lee, who left the band around 1988 and was replaced by a hardcore singer by the name of Phil Anselmo. The band was now complete, with "Dimebag" Darrell Abbott (nicknamed for his preference for a ten-dollar bag of weed), his brother Vinnie Paul Abbott, and bassist Rex Brown. The band shed their glam-metal image and became reborn as a full on thrash-metal band, with their major-label debut album, Cowboys From Hell. They were:

PANTERA!!!!!!!

Under the lights where we stand tall
Nobody touches us at all
Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without
We’re gonna take what’s ours to have
Spread the word throughout the land
They say the bad guys wear black
We’re tagged and can’t turn back

You see us comin’
And you all together run for cover
We’re takin over this town

Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen my friend, you see
It’s been slow down below,
Aimed at you we’re the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we’ve won
Ain’t talking no tall tales friend
’cause high noon, your doom
Comin’ for you we’re the cowboys from hell

Pillage the village, trash the scene
But better not take it out on me
’cause a ghost town is found
Where your city used to be
So out of the darkness and into the light
Sparks fly everywhere in sight
From my double barrel, 12 gauge,
Can’t lock me in your cage

You see us comin’
And you all together run for cover
We’re takin over this town

Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen my friend, you see
It’s been slow down below,
Aimed at you we’re the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we’ve won
Ain’t talking no tall tales friend
’cause high noon, your doom
Comin’ for you we’re the cowboys from hell

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

[ABlairican Pie]

It was lucky for a record executive from Atlantic to be stranded by
Hurricane Hugo to see them play. He decided to sign them up right then and there, being thoroughly impressed by what he heard. Pantera dismissed their earlier albums as not being truly representative of what they were really all about or wanted to be,
so "Cowboys From Hell" became the first "official" Pantera album. It kicked in with full metal intensity. The following song became their first hit, and has remained one of their most popular songs.
The main riff with its squealing harmonics is one of the most memorable in metal:

Cemetery Gates

Reverend reverend is this some conspiracy?
Crucified for no sins
An image beneath me
Whats within our plans for life
It all seems so unreal
I'm a man cut in half in this world
Left in my misery...

The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes
It's nothing new for him to see
I didn't ask him why
I will remember
The love our souls had
Sworn to make
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see
Now is your (face)

Well I guess
You took my youth
I gave it all away
Like the birth of a
New-found joy
This love would end in rage
And when she died
I couldn't cry
The pride within my soul
You left me incomplete
Memories now unfold.

Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the
Cemetery gates

Sometimes when I'm alone
I wonder aloud
If you're watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can't live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last

Through all those
Complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own
And when she died
I should've cried and spared myself some pain...
Left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain

The way we were
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetery gates

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

And yes, this was the face of Pantera at the end of the 80's: :eek:

[Steve M.]

The Knebworth Music Therapy Benefit Concert, held in Britain to raise money for using music to teach handicapped children and featuring Genesis, Phil Collins as a solo act (Collins helped organize the concert), Status Quo, Paul McCartney, Elton John, Cliff Richard and the Shadows, Eric Clapton, and Pink Floyd, among others, was the greatest concert event of 1972.

The trouble was, it was held in 1990. :lol:

The organizers of Knebworth, held on June 30, 1990, acted as if punk and alternative rock had never happened. Elton John himself complained that there were too many "dinosaurs" like himself on the bill, and not enough young talent.

http://atlanticdvd.com.au/product_images/large/knebworth_1990.jpeg

(The Knebworth concert DVD.)

[ABlairican Pie]

Primal Concrete Sludge

There's a double standard for the way we live
If there's nothing to have, well then there's nothing to save
I'll break a sweat and I don't regret
What you'd kill to see brings out the god in me.

Come and be with me
Live my twisted dream
Pro devoted sledge
Time for primal concrete sledge

The man of a thousand retirements
Will always be the one to tell you when to quit
I won't take stock in a withered man
I'm reaching into you, I'll make you understand

Come and be with me
Live my twisted dream
Pro devoted sledge
Time for primal concrete sledge

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Psycho Holiday

Empty and sweating
Head lying in your hands
Shaking in the corner
Done too much alcohol
Gotta get away from it all
'Cause it feels my blood is freezing
My self insanity has taken its toll
Frustration has taken its control

Now I'm far from home
Spending time alone
It's time to set my demons free
Been put to the test
My mind laid to rest
I'm on a psycho holiday

Shot down on sight
You are the target of attention
One woman here another there
You can't please all the people all the time
Can't tell the strangers
From the friends you know
Frustration has taken it's control

Now you're far from home
Spending time alone
It's time to set your demons free
Been put through the test
Your mind laid to rest
You're on a psycho holiday

I'm strapped in for life
Is this where I lived
Or where I died
You want my money
You take my space
My mind is telling me
To leave this place
My self insanity has taken its toll
Frustration has taken its control

Now you're far from home
Spending time alone
It's time to set your demons free
Been put through the test
Your mind laid to rest
You're on a psycho holiday

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Here is the album cover to their first album cover, Metal Magic, from 1983. On the album credits, their former lead singer Terry Lee was known as
Terry Glaze, and Rex Brown was known as Rex Rocker.

Here is a song from Metal Magic which reflects Dimebag Darrell's fascination for KISS guitarist Ace Frehley, as seen on the studio songs on KISS Alive II:

Ride My Rocket

in this day and time of metal magic
we need rock and roll
we need PANTERA!

I didn't wanna touch you
since we were both sixteen
didn't wanna take you down
and show you what love means
now is the time
this is the place
get ready to take a chance
we don't have a minute to waste

ride my rocket
wear me out
ride my rocket
make me twist and shout
ride my rocket
give me all of your love
ride my rocket
I just can't get enough.

You leave me breathless
when you walk by
the way you move it girl
makes you satisfy
You might be the best
that i've ever had
it's gotta be good girl
cuz it looks so bad

ride my rocket
wear me out
ride my rocket
make me twist and shout
ride my rocket
give me all of your love
ride my rocket
I just can't get enough.

[*guitar solo*]

feels so good
makes my heart break
every time you touch me
i explode into flames

ride my rocket
wear me out
ride my rocket
make me twist and shout
ride my rocket
give me all of your love
ride my rocket
I just can't get enough.

[ABlairican Pie]

Here is the album cover to I Am the Night from 1985. Haven't heard these albums? Don't worry, after 1990, the boys in Pantera would make sure you didn't. It was definitely talented hair metal, with killer guitar solos and high energy metal, but "hair metal" all the same. Things were definitely changing in rock.

I Am the Night

I am the lightning
and the storm
all hell broke loose
on the night I was born
a child of fire
and burning flames
look to the east
and you'll see hence I came

Might throw you into the darkness
or save you by the light
of the moon and stars
ever shining
celestial bodies burning bright
burning bright

I, I AM THE NIGHT
I, I AM THE NIGHT

I am the terror
the beast at large
heed my warning
sound the alarm
an endless shadow
for daylight you pray
lock your doors
but you cannot get away

Tender angels of mercy
how they run from my sight
eclipsed into darkness
searching only for the light
for the light
for the light

I, I AM THE NIGHT
I, I AM THE NIGHT
!!THGIN TA SEVIL LATEM

[ABlairican Pie]

Here is the cover to Power Metal, from 1988, around the time that Phil Anselmo joined the band. Apparently their exposure to Metallica and others intensified their sound.

Power Metal

You say you want it loud
I'll never turn it down
You wanta feel my power
Pound you in the ground
I wanta give you fury
Blow your head apart
I'll leave you comatose
From the very start

You say you want some Metal
I'll give you all i've got
My deadly grasp is lethal
This force will never stop

POWER METAL
ROCK FOREVER
POWER METAL
ON FOREVER

I am the metal beast
The battle dog I deal
My soul was spawned in hell
My body coiled steel
Put on this earth to
Melt it down to the core
I'll make you feel such pain
You're comin' back for more

You say you want some Metal
I'll give you all i've got
My deadly grasp is lethal
This force will never stop

POWER METAL
ROCK FOREVER
POWER METAL
ON FOREVER

[ABlairican Pie]

Slayer finally improved their sound and songwriting--and their playing on 1990's Seasons in the Abyss. Their songs were moving away from their
typical demonspew and more about socially relevant topics.

War Ensemble

Propaganda death ensemble
Burial to be
Corpses rotting through the night
In blood laced misery
Scorched earth the policy
The reason for the seige
The pendulum it shaves the blade
The strafing air blood raid

Infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy
Playing on the minds
Bombard till submission
Take all to their graves
Indication of triumph
The number that are dead

[CHORUS]
Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's a massacre
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill

[CHORUS]

Be dead friend from above
When darkness falls
Descend into my sights
Your fallen walls
Spearhead break through the lines
Flanked all around
Soldiers of attriction
Forward their ground
Regime prophetic age
Old in its time
Flowing veins run on through
Deep in the Rhine
Center of the web
All battles scored
What is our war crimes
(Era forever more...WAR!!!!!!!!!!)

Propaganda war ensemble
Burial to be
Bones shining in the night
In blood laced misery
Campaign of elimination
Twisted psychology
When victory is to survive
And death is defeat

[CHORUS]
Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's a massacre
When victory is survival
When this end is a slaughter
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill

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

[ABlairican Pie]

One of their best-known songs on the album was one that touched on something darker and more disturbing than their former satanic pleasantries, it was a song about noted mass murderer Ed Gein, who was one of the most twisted psychopaths in criminal history: in the 1950's, he had a bizarre obsession with making accessories out of human skin. The story of Gein became the basis for Alfred Hitchcock's movie 'Psycho' with the character of Norman Bates. At the end of the song, a child pleading for his life from Ed
Gein's depraved "games" is heard.

Dead Skin Mask

Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means
Provocative images delicate features so smooth
A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon

[CHORUS]
Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hallowed screams
The dead have taken my soul
Temptation's lost all control

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants

In the depths of a mind insane
Fantasy and reality are the same

Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means
Incised members ornaments on my being
Adulating the skin before me

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants

[CHORUS]

[ABlairican Pie]

Kerry King and Jeff Hanneman admitted they had "cheated" on their guitar playing before, which was taken to mean that when they played atonally (i.e., minus musical coherency), they might have been trying to express their
chaotic view of the human condition, but in fact were being just bad, sloppy musicians. After several lessons, their playing improved. Seasons was one of their better albums.

The video for the song was filmed in Egypt against the backdrop of pyramids.

Seasons in the Abyss

Razors edge
Outlines the dead
Incisions in my head
Anticipation the stimulation
To kill the exhilaration

[CHORUS]
Close your eyes
Look deep in your soul
Step outside yourself
And let your mind go
Frozen eyes stare deep in your mind as you die

[CHORUS 2]
Close your eyes
And forget your name
Step outside yourself
And let your throughts drain
As you go insane... go insane

Innate seed
To watch you bleed
A demanding physical need
Desecrated eviscerated
Time perpetuated

[CHORUS]

[CHORUS 2]

Inert flesh
A bloody tomb
A decorated splatter brightens the room
An execution a sadist ritual
Mad intervals of mind residuals

[CHORUS]

[CHORUS 2]

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Skeletons of Society

Minutes seem like days
Since fire ruled the sky
The rich became the beggars
And the fools became the wise
Memories linger in my brain
Of burning from the acid rain
A pain I never have won

Nothing here remains
No future and no past
No one could foresee
The end that came so fast
Hear the prophet make his guess
That paradise lies to the west
So join his quest for the sun

Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be

The world slowly decays
Destruction fills my eyes
Harboring the image
Of a spiraling demise
Burning winds release they fury
Simulating judge and jury
Drifting flurries of pain

Deafening silence reigns
As twilight fills the sky
Eventual supremacy
Daylight waits to die
Darkness always calls my name
A pawn in this recurring game
Humanity going insane

Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be

Minutes seem like days
Corrosion fills the sky
Morbid dreams of anarchy
Brought judgement in disguise
Memories linger in my brain
Life with nothing more to gain
Perpetual madness remains

Shades of death are all I see
Skeletons of society
Fragments of what used to be
Skeletons of society

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Anthrax returned with another excellent album, Persistence of Time. Anthrax was definitely a band on the move, even nominated for a Grammy, which was a great feat for a thrash band, no question that their friends in Metallica had opened the door for such an event. The band was getting heavier, harder, and more polished--but unfortunately, it would be their last with lead singer Joey Belladonna. His voice was not progressing enough for the band's sound. It was time to find a new vocalist. Oddly enough, Belladonna's voice was more akin to Steve Perry of Journey than to anything else in the world of speed metal! :eek: :lol:

Time

I got so much trouble on my mind
Paranoia time
I'm running out of life
Clockwise and the seconds tick way
Each line that cuts my face
Cut as each hand moves into place
Paranoiaamped and wired
Bile black the thoughts that run my head
There's so much to be said
They're so much living dead
Walking corpses shambling through life
With nothing in their sight
Dance on their bones, step in and fight
Paranoia
Amped and wired
Life and death are fighting for my time
I can't seem to find the time
I want what's mine
Time through the clock
Just keeps talking
It just walks any damn place
It feels like walkin'
My mind keeps thinking
Clockwise as the seconds tick way
I make my move today
Time and lifelife and time
To have and holdand sometimes find
It isn't mine, it isn't yours
Man to man i'll fight you for...time and life
Life and time
One day i'll get what's mine
Through the persistence of time
Life and death as words they don't mean ****
It's what you do with them
And how you live with it
Raging like a bull inside a cage
Just give me a stage
Where this bull can rage
Paranoia
Amped and wired
Life and death are fighting for my time
I can't seem to find the time
I want what's mine
Time through the clock just keeps talking
It just walks any damn place
It feels like walkin'
My mind keeps thinking
Clockwise as the seconds tick away
I make my move today
Time and life
Life and time
To have and hold
And sometimes find
It isn't mine, it isn't yours
Man to man i'll fight you for...
Time and life
Life and time
One day i'll get what's mine
Through the persistence of time
Paranoia's lost its hold on
Paranoia's lost its hold on
Paranoia's lost its hold on
Paranoia's got no hold on me
Time don't have nothing
To do with how high you can
Time don't got nothing
To do with how high you can count
Time and life
Life and time
To have and hold
And sometimes find
It isn't mine, it isn't yours
Man to man i'll fight you for
Time and life
Life and time
One day i'll get what's mine
Through the persistence of time

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Another change in the band was the hairstyle of rhythm guitarist Scott Ian: he shaved his head bald! :eek:

This song is about prejudice:

Keep It In the Family

Mankind,
The public enemy's not the man who speaks his mind
The public enemy's the man that goes and acts blind
Searching for an answer that he'll never find
An action from reaction and you can't make a retraction
Once you've put your head out
And then you're blue in the face,
As you try to state your case
You can think with your dick but it can't shout
Yo
I try to understand what the hell is going on
I can't imagine how things ever got so far gone
You separatists, say you want your own state
I'll give them a state, a state of unconsciousness
Retribution, no solution, constitution
Discrimination, through the nation, raining hatred
I yell, when there's schism you must rebel
I yell, so you'll hear
I yell, i refuse to live in your hell
I am what you fear
I'm the truth, i don't keep it in the family
Live your life, take someone else
Keep it in the family
The real world's outside your door
You can't keep it in the family
You've got the longest way to fall
Keep it in the, keep it in the, keep it in the
Family
Don't even try to tell me what you think is right
When to you blacks are n:censored:s, and jews are k:censored:s
And you expect to be taken seriously
But your actions, they're more than curiously.
Juvenile, you emulate what you hate
And you don't even know why you feel this way
'cause daddy hated this, and mommy hated that
And your own ability to reason's like a tire gone flat
Yo.
I try to understand what the hell is going on
I can't imagine how things ever got so far gone
You separatists, say you want your own state
I'll give them a state, a state of unconsciousness
Retribution, no solution, constitution
Discrimination, through the nation, raining hatred
I yell, when there's schism you must rebel
I yell, so you'll hear
I yell, i refuse to live in your hell
I am what you fear
I'm the truth, i don't keep it in the family
Live your life, take someone else
Keep it in the family
The real world's outside your door
You can't keep it in the family
You've got the longest way to fall
When you keep it in the, when you keep it in the
When you keep it in the family
When you keep it in the, when you keep it in the
When you keep it in the family
Acting out of pure cold hatred
'cause of what another's race is
Color of another's face is
Different, and your own frustrations
Taking on a violent nature
Full of hate, so full of hate
You'd kill a man is that your fate
Your street becomes a police state
Why the hell do you hate?!
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Hate, hate!!!
I'm not gonna stand for it
Someone's gonna pay for it
I yell, we rebel
We're the truth and we won't keep it in the family
Live your life, take someone else
Keep it in the family
The real world's outside your door
You can't keep it in the family
You've got the longest way to fall
Keep it in the family
I'm the thing that you most fear
I don't keep it in the family
I am the truth you won't hear
Keep it in the family
The real world's outside your door
You can't keep it in the family
You've got the longest way to fall
Keep it in the family

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

[ABlairican Pie]

One of their most popular songs was a cover of a Joe Jackson song that happened to fit very nicely in the fast, thrash mold:

Got the Time

Wake up, got another day to get,
Through now, got another man to see
Gotta call him on the telephone ay-o
Gotta find a piece of paper
Sit down, got another letter to write,
Think hard, gotta get a letter just right
Little ringin' on the telephone oh no,
Gotta write another letter
No such thing as tomorrow
All we want
Two, three, go!
Time, got the time tick tick tickin' in my head
Time, got the time tick tick tickin' in my head
Time, got the time tick tick tickin' in my head
Tickin' in my head, tickin' in my head, tickin' in my head
If i, tell ya what i'm doing today
Will you, shut up and get out of my way
Someone ask me what the time is, i don't know
Only know i gotta go now
No time, tryin' ta get a watch repaired
No time, never got a thing to wear
Little ringin' on the telephone
Oh no, hear a ringin' in my head now
No such thing as tomorrow
All we want
Two, three, go!
Time, got the time tick tick tickin' in my head
Time, got the time tick tick tickin' in my head
Time, got the time tick tick tickin' in my head
Tickin' in my head, tickin' in my head, tickin' in my head
No such thing as tomorrow
All we want
Two, three, go!
Time, got the time tick tick tickin' in my head
Time, got the time tick tick tickin' in my head
Time, got the time tick tick tickin' in my head
Tickin' in my head, tickin' in my head
Tickin' in my head!

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

[ABlairican Pie]

1990 was a quiet year for Metallica, though they did contribute to an Electra Records 40th Anniversary compilation album where newer Electra artists covered songs by older artists. Metallica covered a decent choice, "Stone Cold Crazy" by Queen. And then it was time to head into the studio to record a new album.

Stone Cold Crazy

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumors going round, gotta clear out of town
Smell like a dry fishbone
Here come the law, gonna break down the door
Carry me away once more
Never, never, never want it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy, stone cold crazy, yo

Rainy afternoon, ought to kill a typhoon
And she's playing on my slide trombone
Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy, stone cold crazy, yo, hey

Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet
Fully loaded Tommy gun
Here come the deputy, try f:censored:ing getting me
Gotta f:censored:ing get up and run
They got the sirens loose, I ran right out of juice
They're gonna put me in a cell
If I can't go to heaven, let me go to hell
Crazy, stone cold crazy, yo, yeah

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

[Steve M.]

As more pre-MTV rockers entered middle age, the trickle of box sets that began with Bob Dylan's Biograph set in 1985 became more of a whitewater run. One of the highlights of the 1990 box set sweepstakes was Elton John's To Be Continued. . . .

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As the title suggested, To Be Continued. . . was a milestone for Elton, not a tombstone. The set featured many of his greatest hits, a rare single from his stint with the pub pop group Bluesology, some obscure B-sides, and a dance remix of "I Don't Wanna Go On With You Like That" - plus a book chock full of pictures and stories. :)

At the end of To Be Continued. . . were three new songs, "Easier To Walk Away," "I Swear I Heard the Night Talkin,'" and, from the movie Days of Thunder, the gospel-tinged "You Gotta Love Someone," which many folks thought was the only good thing about the movie. :D

[Steve M.]

In the late eighties Elton John (pictured below in his video for "You Gotta Love Someone") befriended an Indiana teenager named Ryan White, a hemophiliac who had contracted AIDS through a blood transfusion. Ryan and his family had been ostracized by several communities for his disease, sometimes violently so. Elton assisted the family in any way he could.

In 1990, Ryan White died of the deadly disease; Elton attended the funeral. The friendship with Ryan marked a turing point in Elton's life. He later told an interviewer how he had seen the White family go through so much giref, yet they never complained -and he had always complained about trivialities like his hotel room on a tour. "I'm never going to complain again," he vowed.

http://digilander.libero.it/EltonJohn2002/gottalove_2.jpg

[Steve M.]

It was about this time that the rock-and-roll-hating, rhythm-and-blues-loathing, Village People-despising Moral Majority broke up - because one of its members was dating Yoko! :lol:

Seriously, Jerry Falwell (pictured below) decided that the Moral Majority (which was neither) had accomplished its goals of setting America on a righteous path and decided that his group was no longer needed. What led Falwell to believe this? Maybe it was because the Village People hadn't had a hit in a decade. :D

Actually, there was little to suggest that Falwell had achieved anything. MTV remained as salacious as ever. Hip-hop, particularly rap with an anti-white-male message (hello, Ice Cube!) was on the rise. A squishy milquetoast Ivy Leaguer was President. The Democrats controlled both houses of Congress. Georgia, despite its cultural conservatism, was still heavily Democratic - its congressional delegation's lone Republican was a disrespected blowhard by the name of Newt Gingrich.

But Falwell knew that his group had merely planted the seeds for their domination, which would grow mightily and continue to bear mean and stunted fruit to this day. :mad:

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[Steve M.]

Oh yeah, and just in case the Moral Majority's work didn't bear fruit in the future, Pat Robertson formed the Christian Coalition in 1990 to fertilize the seeds with their own manure! :lol:

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And the wonderboy that Pat Robertson mentored would be Ralph Reed, who gave the Christian Coalition a more youthful, "kinder, gentler" face to the upstart movement. He was their resident spin doctor who wanted to make their critics believe that there was nothing militant or intolerant about their goals. Deep down the Christian Coalition was still the same beast, but to hear
Reed explain it, the fledgling organization founded by 700 Club leader Robertson was actually "very accepting" of gays and other cultural undesirables. Reed was so busy clamoring for acceptability that he even alienated his own followers--"was this guy a secret gay-loving liberal??" :confused: :eek: :mad:

It would be a few years before Reed would hit the front page of Time:

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Iron Maiden entered the 90's with a new album--and a major change in their lineup. Guitarist Adrian Smith decided that he wanted to leave the band and start a more commercial, pop-oriented solo album. The guitarist brought in to replace him was Janick Gers, who actually pleaded with Smith to reconsider leaving the band. But it was to no avail, Smith was comfortable
with his decision and Gers became the new second guitarist. Unfortunately, it would not be the only time a replacement member of an original Maiden member would leave the band. :(

Their new album, No Prayer For the Dying, had a few strong tracks, but, perhaps due to the transitions within the band, was not a strong an album as it could have been. Janick Gers' playing was excellent--in fact, he looked like he deserved to be a member of Maiden. He was also a huge fan of Maiden's choice of guitars, the Fender Stratocaster.

Here is one of Maiden's best from the album:

Tailgunner

Trace your way back 50 years
To the Glow of Dresden - blood and tears
In the black above by the cruel searchlight
Men will die and men will fight - yeah!
Who shot who and who fired first?
Dripping death to whet the bloodthirst
No radar lock on - skin and bone
The bomber boys are going home

[Chorus]
Climb into the sky never wonder why - Tailgunner
You're a Tailgunner
[repeat]

Nail that Fokker kill that son,
Gonna blow your guts out with my gun,
The weather forecasts good for War
Cologne and Frankfurt? have some more!
Tail end Charlie in the boiling sky
The Enola Gay was my last try
Now that this Tailgunner's gone
No more Bombers (just one big bomb)

[Chorus]

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

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And speaking of the Religious Right follies going on, the men of Maiden had a few comments of their own regarding the t.v. preacher scandals still making headlines for the past several years--such as PTL's Jim Bakker getting 100 years for bilking his followers! :eek: (The sentence was later reduced.)

Holy Smoke

Believe in me - send no money
Died on the cross and that ain't funny
But my so called friends are making me a joke
They missed out what I said like I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
Saving your souls by taking your money
Flies round s:censored:, bees around honey.

[Chorus]
Holy Smoke, Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for
The Devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making Holy Smoke

Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
Say they gonna be with you at the end
Burning record burning books
Holy soldiers Nazi looks
Crocodile smiles just wait a while
Till the TV Queen gets her make up clean
I've lived in filth I've lived in sin
And I still smell cleaner than the s:censored: you're in

[Chorus]

They ain't religious but they ain't no fools
When Noah built his Cadillac it was cool
Two by two they're still going down
And the satellite circus just left town
I think they're strange and when they're dead
They can have a Lincoln for their bed
Friend of the President - trick of the tail
Now they ain't got a prayer - 100 years in jail

[Chorus]

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

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No Prayer For the Dying

There are times when I've wondered
And times when I've cried
When my prayers they were answered
At times when I've lied
But if you asked me a question
Would I tell you the truth
Now there's something to bet on
You've got nothing to lose

When I've sat by the window
And gazed at the rain
With an ache in my heart
But never feeling the pain
And if you would tell me
Just what my life means
Walking a long road
Never reaching the end

God give me the answer to my life
God give me the answer to my dreams
God give me the answer to my prayers
God give me the answer to my being

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Public Enema Number One

When it all comes down the line,
And the lights they turn to greed
And you race off with your tires screaming
Rolling Thunder,
And the people choke with poison
Children cry in fear
But you've got your fast bullet,
One way ticket outta here

[Chorus]
Fall on your knees today
And pray the world will mend its way
Get to your feet again
Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain

In the cities in the streets
There's a tension you can feel
The breaking strain is fast approaching
Guns and Riots
Politicians gamble and lie to save their skins
And the Press get fed the scapegoats
Public Enema number one

[Chorus]

A million network slaves
In an advertising new age
I don't need a crystal ball to sell ya
Your children have more brains
Than your drug infested remains
California dreaming as the Earth dies screaming

[Chorus]

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Bring Your Daughter...To the Slaughter

Honey it's getting close to midnight
And all the myths are still in town
True love and lipstick on your linen
Bite the pillow make no sound
If there's some living to be done
Before your life becomes your tomb
You'd better know that I'm the one
So unchain your back door invite me around

[Chorus]
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go

Honey it's getting close to daybreak
The sun is creeping in the sky
No patent remedies for heartache
Just empty words and humble pie
So get down on your knees honey
Assume an attitude
You just pray that I'll be waiting
Cos you know I'm coming soon

So pick up your foolish pride, no going back
No where, no way, no place to hide

[Chorus]

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

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As we have seen in 1985, two young men in Reno, Nevada, James Vance and Ray Belknap, shot themselves in a suicide pact before Christmas. Belknap died
instantly, but Vance had totally disfigured his face and lived the rest of his days having to undergo massive reconstructive surgery and be under many sedatives (sadly, he died three years later). The cause of the horrific shootings? To the families of the victims, the answer was simple: Judas Priest albums. One of the boys had given the other a copy of a Judas Priest album, Stained Class. It was not enough to look at circumstances surrounding the boys' bleak existence and tragic mishaps which led to the fatal shootings, it was enough to blame it on a universally despised form of popular music. Perhaps the idea was that if Ozzy Osbourne could be sued for inducing suicidal thoughts, than so could Judas Priest. However, as the suit against Ozzy was thrown out earlier, the plaintiffs faced a legal roadblock. The music and lyrics were, after all, constitutionally protected speech. What to do, then? Blame something that was not protected speech: subliminal messages!! :eek:

So the infamous Judas Priest Subliminal Trial opened in Reno, Nevada. During that time, jurors were given a life story of the victims that not only was sad, but made a lot of sense as to why they took their lives: the boys had been physically abused through their lives, one had lost a week's pay when his boss gambled away his earnings in a poker game, the boys felt so desperate that they threatened suicide often, and there was no father in either home. The boys had also indulged frequently in drugs and alcohol. The boys loved heavy metal and Judas Priest. Vance had even tried to turn his church-going mother onto their music, but she felt it was just "noise." Prosecutors tried to paint a grossly negative picture of heavy metal; it was not the music of "successful" school types, the football heroes, the jocks, the prom queens, the cheerleaders, the honor students. It was the music of the "lowlife stoners" and "underachievers". So therefore, the two boys were considered "losers" by implication. The prosecutors also said that
"not every young person who suffers parental mistreatment, etc., kills themselves"--which could easily be argued that not every kid who listens to heavy metal kills themselves, either. But when the time came to investigate the claims of "subliminal messages", the courtroom was thrown into uproarious laughter when, after examining songs such as "Beyond the Realms of Death", "Better By You, Better Than Me", and "Exciter", they found such interesting "reverse lyrics" as: "I-I-I-I asked her for a peppermint, I-I-I-I asked her to give me one", :lol: and "Personally, it's so fishy, I'll owe it." :confused: Ultimately, the court ruled in favor of the band, there were no "subliminal" messages or anything that would compel the boys to kill themselves. After replaying the master tapes backwards, the judge and jury found very little find the band responsible for. The band was ecstatic. They did say that quite the contrary, Judas Priest's music was the best thing those kids had going on in their lives. And as for alleged subliminal messages, guitarist K.K. Downing said that he didn't even know how to even spell the word "subliminal."

The band remarked how it took a group of British musicians as themselves to demonstrate in court the case for America's freedoms.

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Rob Halford on the stand:

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The smatterings of alleged backwards messages included "kill", "blood", "sing my evil spirit", "try suicide", "suicide is in", "F:censored: the Lord", and other such twisted pleasantries. The sound techncian used by the plaintiffs found these and other such "incriminating" expressions on the Stained Class album.

"Their brilliant audio expert, who is a marine biologist, should really be looking after Flipper..."
- Rob Halford, Rockline, August 20, 1990

:lol:

K.K. Downing meets fans while at the trial:

[Steve M.]

As we have seen in 1985, two young men in Reno, Nevada, James Vance and Ray Belknap, shot themselves in a suicide pact before Christmas. . . . The cause of the horrific shootings? To the families of the victims, the answer was simple: Judas Priest albums. One of the boys had given the other a copy of a Judas Priest album, Stained Class. It was not enough to look at circumstances surrounding the boys' bleak existence and tragic mishaps which led to the fatal shootings, it was enough to blame it on a universally despised form of popular music. Perhaps the idea was that if Ozzy Osbourne could be sued for inducing suicidal thoughts, than so could Judas Priest. However, as the suit against Ozzy was thrown out earlier, the plaintiffs faced a legal roadblock. The music and lyrics were, after all, constitutionally protected speech. What to do, then? Blame something that was notprotected speech: subliminal messages!! :eek:

Rob Halford later said that if he were to put a subliminal message in a record, it would be, "Buy seven more copies."

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Rob Halford later said that if he were to put a subliminal message in a record, it would be, "Buy seven more copies." :yeahthat :nod: :lol:
The late comic Bill Hicks said that inducing kids to kill themselves over "subliminal messages" in albums would mean an end to the band's career:
*in British accent*: "Look, Nigel, I've had it with all the drugs, the booze, the groupies, the partying--why don't we put subliminal messages in our albums--and have the fans KILL themselves??"

Wouldn't that mean an END to the partying and rock and roll lifestyle?? By having your fans blow themselves away?? Like Ozzy said, "If I told kids to kill themselves, I wouldn't have much of a fan base."

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Here is a picture of the two victims, Ray Belknap and James Vance, whom we have seen in 1985. The two had problems at home, lost their jobs, had trouble with the law, indulged in drugs and alcohol, and had despaired of life in general. And after their deaths, their parents were convinced that "the Devil made them do it" through a Judas Priest album. ohno:

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Jay Vance's mother, Phyllis, is seen here. She thought her son's music was "evil noise--how could anyone want to listen to it?"

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Below is Aunetta Roberson, the mother of Ray Belknap. James, or Jay, Vance
would write letters after his suicide attempt laying the blame for his problems at the feet of Judas Priest. Such is the common reaction for victims of traumatic events. Their parents sued Judas Priest for $6.2 million.

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Judas Priest at their trial:

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Even though the judge found no intentional subliminal messages, he did think that there may have been perhaps some unintentional things played backwards that possibly influenced the victims' behavior. Not subliminal, but still having a subliminal effect nonetheless.

Judas Priest were acquitted--now free men. They took time to have photos with the fans.

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Now victorious in their legal battle, Judas Priest released a new album to celebrate. The title of the album said it all: Painkiller, which countered
the misguided idea that heavy metal was a destructive force. As John Lee Hooker said a year before that the blues was a healer, the boys of Priest went one step further and said that metal was a painkiller--it was triumphant, empowering and gave a huge release. And this album definitely goes down as one of the heaviest ever recorded.

The title song starts out with drummer Scott Travis doing a mini-solo. This song is intense:

:drummer:

Painkiller

Faster than a bullet
Terrifying scream
Enraged and full of anger
He’s half man and half machine

Rides the metal monster
Breathing smoke and fire
Closing in with vengeance soaring high

He is the painkiller
This is the painkiller

Planets devastated
Mankind’s on it’s knees
A saviour comes from out the skies
In answer to their pleas

Through boiling clouds of thunder
Blasting bolts of steel
Evils going under deadly wheels

He is the painkiller
This is the painkiller

Faster than a lazer bullet
Louder than an atom bomb
Chromium plated boiling metal
Brighter than a thousand suns

Flying high on rapture
Stronger free and brave
Nevermore encaptured
They’ve been brought back from the grave

With mankind ressurrected
Forever to survive
Returns from armageddon to the skies

He is the painkiller
This is the painkiller
Wings of steel painkiller
Deadly wheels painkiller

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

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All Guns Blazing

Twisting the strangle grip
Won’t give no mercy
Feeling those tendons rip
Torn up and mean

Blastmaster racks the ground
Bent on survival
Full throttle hammers down
A deadly scream

All guns, all guns blazing

Forced into overdrive
Drawn out of anger
All talons poison dipped
Impaling spike

Heart pounding fever pitch
Blood pumping fury
Two fisted dynamo
Eager to strike

All guns, all guns blazing

Cross cutting thundercharge
Blade of destruction
Flame throwing hurricane
Destroys the cage

Bone crushing alien
God of salvation
Sad wings that heaven sent
Wipes out in rage

All guns, all guns blazing

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

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Hell Patrol

Like wild fire
Comes roaring
Mad whirlwind
Burning the road

Black thunder
White lightning
Speed demons cry
The hell patrol

Night riders
Death dealers
Storm bringers
Tear up the ground

Fist flying
Eyes blazing
They’re glory bound
The hell patrol

Brutalize you
Neutralize you
Gonna go for your throat as you choke
Then they’ll vaporapeize you

Terrorize you
Pulverize you
Gonna cut to the bone as you groan
And they’ll paratamize you

Crome masters
Steel warriors
Soul stealers
Ripping out hearts
They’re devil dogs
The hell patrol

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

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Here was one of the more "commercial" hits from the album, which also was made into a big video on MTV:

Touch of Evil

You mesmerise slowly
Till I can’t believe my eyes
Ecstasy controls me
What you give just serves me right

Without warning you’re here
Like magic you appear
I taste the fear

I’m so afraid
But I still feed the flame

In the night
Come to me
You know I want your touch of evil
In the night
Please set me free
I can’t resist a touch of evil

Aroused with desire
You put me in a trance
A vision of fire
I never had a chance

A dark angel of sin
Preying deep from within
Come take me in

I’m so afraid
But I still feed the flame

In the night
Come to me
You know I want your touch of evil
In the night
Please set me free
I can’t resist a touch of evil

Arousing me now with a sense of desire
Possessing my soul till my body’s on fire

A dark angel of sin
Preying deep from within
Come take me in

I’m so afraid
But I still feed the flame

You’re possessing me

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

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Metal Meltdown

Something’s calling
In the night
Electric madness
Roars in sight

Heat is rising
Blazing fast
Hot and evil
Feel the blast

Out of control
About to explode
It’s coming at ya

Here comes the metal meltdown
Run for your lives
Can’t stop the metal meltdown
No-one survives

Raging fury
Wired for sound
Nitro bombshell
Shakes the ground

High and mighty
Rips the air
Piercing lazer
Burning glaze

Out of control
About to explode
It’s coming at ya

Here comes the metal meltdown
Run for your lives
Can’t stop the metal meltdown
No-one survives

Temperature is boiling
Magnifying might
Feeding like a virus
Flashing light

Imminent collision
Shockwaves all around
Generating energy
Screams so loud

It’s comin’ - meltdown
Start runnin’ - countdown

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

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Night Crawler

Howling winds keep screaming round
And the rain comes pouring down
Doors are locked and bolted now
As the thing crawls into town

Straight out of hell
One of a kind
Stalking his victim
Don’t look behind you

Nightcrawler
Beware the beast in black
Nightcrawler
You know he’s coming back
Night crawler

Sanctuary is being sought
Whispered prayers a last resort
Homing in its’ cry distorts
Terror struck they know they’re caught

Straight out of hell
One of a kind
Stalking his victim
Don’t look behind you

Nightcrawler
Beware the beast in black
Nightcrawler
You know he’s coming back
Night crawler

As night is falling
The end is drawing near
They’ll hear
Their last rites echo on the wind

Huddled in the cellar
Fear caught in their eyes
Daring not to move or breathe
As the creature cries
Fingernails start scratching
On the outside wall
Clawing at the windows
Come to me it calls
Atmosphere’s electric
As it now descend the stairs

Hiding in the darkness
Is so futile from it’s glare
Death comes in an instant
As they hoped it would
Souls ascend to heaven
While it feasts on flesh and blood

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

K.K. Downing and Glen Tipton:

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Testament's follow-up to Practice What You Preach was Souls of Black, which , while top-notch for the most part musically, was a little more rushed, disappointing album due to poor production. However, the title track was a decent social commentary on the state of human affairs.

Souls of Black

Can't you see
That in the world we live in
Political lies
Are just corporate decisions
They'll take away
All the hopes, not their promises
They'll put an end to this
Land of the livin

Look at the lost souls
They seem so black
Look at the lost souls
Souls of black

They got control
Of the heart of a nation
Their social tribes
Seem so graciously
As time goes by
'Cause time as you came see
Will slowly die for you and me

Look at the lost souls
They seem so black
Look at the lost souls
Souls of black

So put an end
To this idolization
Antagonizing so commonly
Open your eyes
'Cause the lie's there so plain to see
Life goes on
There's no guarantees

Look at the lost souls
They seem so black
Look at the lost souls
Souls of black

They're bleeding so black

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

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Absence of Light

Life as we know,
Is full of gloom
Oppress the masses
We'll lead to our doom
We want the right
To live or die
Can't take away
What we feel inside

Like empty shadows,
Afflict our brains
Envision dreams
Just to ease the pain
There's more to life
That to satisfy
I ask myself
For the reason why.

If it were my way
I'd deliver us from this hell
If it were my way.

If ever there comes a day
Renovations blown away
Realize what we've thrown away

Is there no end
To this endless war
The fear of man
In now what's in store.
We look at life as a memory
Long live the dreams
That they took from me.

If it were my way
I'd deliver us from this hell
If it were my way.

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One thing that was not looking black was the sun-shiney days for the members of Poison. The only thing hotter than the days in their Beverly Hills mansions was their popularity: C.C. Deville was loving it, playing his guitar at concert levels at 6:00 in the morning on a Sunday--and receiving angry complaints from Burt Reynolds and Ice-T next door, sunbathing naked by his pool--and upsetting female neighbors who happened to see from a short way away, and generally being able to afford everything his heart could desire. The band's concert rider called for tons of junk food, pizza, and Kentucky Fried Chicken, super-sexy groupies were the order of the day, and the band was never at a lack for cash on hand. In fact, the band was involved in a suit over physical assault when they dumped ice on a female business mentor for Guns N' Roses. The G N' R boys were so incensed at them that they threatened to beat the members of Poison up, but she pleaded for them to remain calm and not resort to violence. Instead, she sued Poison and won a large sum of money. But the band took it all in stride and laughed it off: Said bassist Bobby Doll, "We don't accept lawsuits for under $2 million." :dollar: :dollar:

Poison also released on of their biggest, and best, albums, Flesh & Blood. Their songs were getting tighter, and the band also indulged in a new sound that was growing in popularity, a more rootsier, traditional blues approach to metal. Their were hints of acoustic blues on songs such as C.C. DeVille's "Swamp Juice Soul-O", as well as a hit which deliberately lifted a line from Lynyrd Skynyrd, "Unskinny Bop", which featured the main riff of "I Know a Little." Aside from the fact that traditional blues borrowed from each other,
perhaps the band felt that if Led Zeppelin could rip off others, so could they.
The album had other great songs such as "Ride the Wind," "Let It Play," and the touching ballad, "Something to Believe In."

Valley of Lost Souls

I hit the highway
Touch life barely sixteen
No angel of mercy
Coming down to save the soul of me

I took a greyhound limousine
Straight to grand central nyc
It was ass, gas, or grass, living fast
Nobody rides for free

Chorus:
Living it up, giving it up
Living in the valley of lost souls
Wanting it all, taking the fall
Living in the valley of lost souls

Miss misery come ride me
How i love her company
She did boston justice
And wronged all the right out of me

The devil wears a black suit
He says i'm livin' like a bum
So what i'm looking like i'm half dead
A gypsy on the run

Chorus

Feels like time's running out on me
But i wasn't born to play nobody's fool
Ain't nobody gonna hold me down to play nobody's fool
Ain't nobody gonna hold me down
I've gotta roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll

Solo

Somebody save me


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

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This was one of their biggest songs and most popular videos:

Unskinny Bop

What's got you so jumpy?
Why can't you sit still, yeah?
Like gasoline you wanna pump me
And leave me when you get your fill, yeah

Every time i touch you honey you get hot
I want to make love you never stop
Come up for air you push me to the floor
What's been going on in that head of yours

Chorus:
Unskinny bop
Just blows me away
Unskinny bop, bop
All night and day
Unskinny bop, bop, bop, bop
She just loves to play
Unskinny bop nothin' more to say

You look at me so funny
Love bite got you acting oh so strange
You got too many bees in your honey
Am i just another word in your page, yeah, yeah

Every time i touch you honey you get hot
I want to make love you never stop
Come up for air you push me to the floor
What's been going on in that head of yours

Chorus

You're sayin' my love won't do ya
But that ain't love written on your face
Well honey i can see right through ya
We'll see whose ridin' who at the end of the race

Solo

What's right
What's wrong
What's left
What the hell is going on

Chorus

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

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This is one of their best songs. People had complained about their playing, especially C.C's guitar playing all this time, but on this song they really shine:

Ride the Wind

Hearts of fire
Streets of stone
Modern warriors
Saddle iron horses of chrome

Taste the wild
Lick the wind
Like something they never saw before
Their jaws dropping to the floor
Steel made of soul and sin

Rebels born without a care
And the day he listens
Only to fly where eagles dare
And the night she whispers

Chorus:
Ride the wind
Never coming back until i touch the midnight sun
Ride the wind
Never coming back again
Ride the wind
Never coming back until i touch the midnight sun

Painted flesh
Loyalty
Humble pride
Just as far as the eye can see

Stories told
Two old friends
Of battle scars and lonely bars
And nights the rain wouldn't end

Here's to withered eyes wearing gypsy smiles
And the day he listens
Here's to lovely ladies and a million miles
And the night she whispers

Chorus

Ride the wind
I'm still the bravest soul in sin,
Burning till the night is done.

Solo

Of all the truths and lies
And stories of riders in the sky
They say only the bravest try
Where eagles and angels dare to fly

Chorus

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

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This song will have you in tears, it's so sad and beautiful. The guitar just cries in it. :crying: This song is excellent.

The video also features news clips of bawling Jim Bakker as he was hauled off
to jail for his misdeeds, as well as other newsworthy clips. And the lyrics also
feature a line lifted from "Night Moves" by Bob Seeger. But still a great song regardless.

Something to Believe In

Well I see him on the tv
Preachin' 'bout the promised land
He tells me to believe in Jesus
And steals the money from my hand

Some say he was a good man
But Lord i think he sinned, yeah

Twenty-two years of mental tears
Cries a suicidal Vietnam vet
Who fought a losing war on a foreign shore
To find his country didn't want him back

Their bullets took his best friend in Saigon
Our lawyers took his wife and kids, no regrets
In a time I don't remember
In a war he can't forget

He cried "forgive me for what I've done there
Cause i never meant the things I did"

Chorus:
And give me something to believe in
If there's a Lord above
And give me something to believe in
Oh, Lord arise

My best friend died a lonely man
In some Palm Springs hotel room
I got the call last Christmas Eve
And they told me the news

I tried all night not to break down and cry
As the tears rolled down my face
I felt so cold and empty
Like a lost soul out of place

And the mirror, mirror on the wall
Sees my smile it fades again

Chorus

Sometimes I wish to God I didn't know now
The things I didn't know then
Road you gotta take me home

Solo

I drive by the homeless sleeping on a cold dark street
Like bodies in an open grave
Underneath the broken old neon sign
That used to read Jesus Saves

A mile away live the rich folks
And I see how they're living it up
While the poor they eat from hand to mouth
The rich is drinkin' from a golden cup

And it just makes me wonder
Why so many lose, so few win

Chorus

You take the high road
And i'll take the low road

Sometimes I wish to God I didn't know now
The things I didn't know then

And give me something to believe in

:rock: :guitar: :crying:

[ABlairican Pie]

Come Hell or High Water

I've got no worries
I've got no regrets
Who they think they're kidding
They ain't seen nothing yet

You point my finger try to tell me i'm wrong
That never stopped me from singin' my song
I got the last laugh at the things they do
Eliminate them at the turn of a screw

I never lived by nobody's rules
I won't be sinking on that ship of fools
Can't push me no matter how hard they try
Stand back, it's my turn to fly

Chorus:
Come hell, hell or high water
Nothing's gonna hold me down
Come hell, hell or high water
Ain't no body messin' me around

I see their wicked ways
And miles of endless lies
Their jaded lives
Couldn't erase my smile

But what's this **** that i just heard
Son of a bitch you're working on my nerves
I'll watch you choke on your last words
It's about time you got what you deserved

I never lived by nobody's rules
I won't be sinking on that ship of fools
Can't push me no matter how hard they try
Stand back, it's my turn to fly

Chorus

I've got something that's been on my mind
Come close i'll tell you the problem that i find
I'm sick and tired of the damage you've done
Don't blame me i ain't the one
Blame yourself for the ghosts in your past
Kiss my ass

Solo, chorus

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

Bobby Doll:

[ABlairican Pie]

Ball And Chain

Come on, come on
Get on your dress and put on a smile
Lets lose this place
And get out awhile, awhile, awhile

You don't need nothin' fancy
Just a whole lot of attitude
I'll be your man now baby
If you're doing what i want you to do

I keep on tellin' ya

Chorus:
She's my ball and chain
My lock and key
And i'm liking it baby
She's my ball and chain
My lock and key
And i'm liking it good

I'll t-t-t-tell ya
Momma always said
There was plenty of fish in the sea
So i baited my hook but good
And caught one for me, just for me

She'll set you up with her body
And then knock you out with charm
She's just a little too nasty baby
But that never did me no harm, no
I keep on telling ya

Chorus

And she'll always be wrapped tight around me
I t-t-t-tell ya

;rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock:

Another shot of Bobby:

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Bobby sings:

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Let It Play

Did you ever get up on the wrong side of bed
With an achin' head and just fall apart?
You're running late, the boss is bitchin',
It's cold outside, and the car won't start

Well i don't mean to bitch i swear
Cause we all got our cross to bear

Chorus:
But when i hear the music
All my troubles just fade away
When i hear the music
Let it play, let it play
When i hear the music
Sure as darkness i can see the day
When i hear the music
Let it play
Let it play

Life's just rented space getting laid to waste
When the lines on my face say i'm growing older
Just a stitch in time gonna save my mind
When the weight of the world lies on my shoulders

Soon i won't have a place to fit
But i'll cross that bridge when i come to it

Chorus

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

Bret and C.C.:

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Don't Give Up an Inch

Chorus:
Don't give up an inch girl
If you won't take me for the mile
Don't give up an inch girl
If you won't take me for a mile

Miles from home and i'm all alone
And looking for a first time
We took a long ride
And there by your side
I did my first crime

Well mary mary quite contrary
Just how does your garden grow
She said you ring my bell
And rattle my shell
I'll be your pretty maid all in a row

Put me to the test
Lay me down to rest
While your nails cut me up like a knife
Put me in you like a flesh tattoo
And scarred this poor boy for life

Chorus

It was a hot one
In the summer sun
And more than heat was rising
I remember that september
And just how you left me smiling

I left there shaken
Body was achin'
Like it never did before

Begged and pleaded
Swear i needed
Needed you a whole lot more

Put me to the test
Lay me down to rest
While your nails cut me up like a knife
Put me in you like a flesh tattoo
And scarred this poor boy for life

Chorus, solo

Made this boy's bell ring
And there i earned my wings
Left me there in sweet pain
Hell i'll never be the same

Chorus

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

Bret:

[Steve M.]

This song will have you in tears, it's so sad and beautiful. The guitar just cries in it. :crying: This song is excellent.

Something to Believe In

Rolling Stone made fun of Bret Michaels for this song because he "finally discovers social commentary. (He actually realizes that people died in Vietnam and that homelessness is bad!)" :lol:

No, Rolling Stone didn't like this album. :o

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Rolling Stone made fun of Bret Michaels for this song because he "finally discovers social commentary. (He actually realizes that people died in Vietnam and that homelessness is bad!)" :lol:

No, Rolling Stone didn't like this album. :oYep, a rich rock star
woke up and smelled the coffee. :nod: Can't blame a guy for trying!

That's okay, Rolling Stone wasn't quite the Bible of rock and roll as many would think. I mean, how long did it take for them to finally put Led Zeppelin on the cover? :rolleyes:

Okay, so I'm not exactly comparing Poison with the Hammer of the Gods. Well, yes I am. :lol: :joke:

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And since 1990 was a banner year in "hair" metal, we come to one of the all-time classics of rock and roll:

CHERRY PIE by Warrant!!!!!!

The past year had paid off handsomely for Jani Lane and the boys. And their
followup album was even bigger. It certainly didn't hurt that Jani's girlfriend, model Bobby Brown, on the cover. And of course, critics slammed the song,
album cover and video for being "sexist." Jani Lane explained that the video was a tongue-in-cheek fun poke at the sexism rampant in videos, but unfortunately, their critics (who were legion) didn't see it that way. It was one more notch against the dumb-fun pseudo-metal bands who never seemed to go away. The album sold in huge numbers, featured great songs such as the title track and "Uncle Tom's Cabin", and was a tremendous boost for Bobby Brown's career. There was a little slip-up during the Cherry Pie video shoot when the band was shooting a fire hose at her, the force of the water was so hard that it pulled back her eyelids, but she was okay. Maybe it was a sign she was getting "hosed" by Jani Lane and the boys! :lol:

Cherry Pie

She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good
Make a grown man cry
Sweet Cherry Pie
Yeah
Wow
Heh Heh
Well swinging on the front porch
Swinging on the lawn
Swinging where we want
Cause there ain't nobody home
Swingin' to the left and
Swingin' to the right
I think about baseball
I'll swing all night, yeah
Yeah, yeah - huh!

Swingin in the living room
Swingin' in the kitchen
Most folks don't
Cause they're too busy bitchin'
Swingin' in there
Cause she wanted me to feed her
So I mixed up the batter
And she licked the beater

I scream, you scream,
We all scream for her
Don't even try
Cause you can't ignore her

CHORUS
She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie
Oh yeah

She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face
Ten miles wide
Looks so good
Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie
Yeah sweet cherry pie
Yeah

Swingin to the drums
Swingin to guitar
Swingin to the bass in the back of my car
Ain't got money, ain't got no gas
Get where were goin if we swing real fast

I scream, you scream,
We all scream for her
Don't even try
Cause you can't ignore her

She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie
Oh yeah

She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face
Ten miles wide
Looks so good
Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie
Yeah sweet cherry pie
Yeah

Swing it
All night long
Swing it
Hey, hey, Ow!

I'm a trained professional
Swingin' in the bathroom
Swingin' on the floor
Swingin' so hard
Forgot to lock the door
In walks her daddy
Standin' six foot four
Said, "You ain't gonna swing
with my daughter no more."

CHORUS
Sweet Cherry Pie
Yeah! Huh!
Swing it!

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

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Uncle Tom's Cabin

Just for the record let's get the story straight
Me and Uncle Tom were fishin' it was gettin'
Pretty late
Out on a cypress limb above the wishin' well
Where they say it got no bottom say it take
You down to Hell
Over in the bushes and off to the right
Come two men talkin' in the pale moonlight
Sheriff John Brady and Deputy Hedge
Haulin' two limp bodies down to the water's edge

I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin oh yea
I know a secret that I just can't tell
They didn't see me and Tom in the tree
Neither one believin' what the other could see
Tossed in the bodies let 'em sink on down
To the bottom of the well
Where they'd never be found

I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin oh yea
I know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know who put the bodies in the wishin' well

Soon as they were gone me & Tom got down
Prayin' real hard that we wouldn't make a sound
Runnin' through the woods back to Uncle Tom's shack
Where the full moon shines through the roof tile cracks
Oh my God Tom who are we gonna tell
The sheriff he belongs in a prison cell
Keep your mouth shut that's what we're gonna do
Unless you wanna wind up in the wishin' well too
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know who put the bodies, know who put the bodies
in the wishin' well

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

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Here is the ballad that won many girls' hearts:

I Saw Red

Ooh, it must be magic
How inside your eyes, I see my destiny
And every time we kiss, I feel you
Breathe your love so deep inside of me
If the moon and stars should fall
They'd be easy to replace
I would lift you up to heaven
And you would take their place

(Chorus): And I saw red when I opened up the door
I saw red, my heart just spilled onto the floor
And I didn't need to see his face...
Cause I saw yours
I saw red and then I closed the door
And I don't think I'm gonna love you anymore

And every day I wake up
I thank God that you are still a part of me
We've opened up the door to it
So many people never find the key
And if the sun should ever fail to send its light
We would burn a thousand candles
And make everything alright

Chorus

I've been hurt, I've been blind
I'm not sure that I'll be fine
I never thought it would end this way

Cause I saw red when I opened up the door
I saw red, my heart just spilled onto the floor
And I didn't need to see his face
Oh, I saw yours
I saw red and then I closed the door
And I don't think I'm gonna love you anymore...

Yeah... ooh, it must be magic...

Jani proving why he was a hunk to so many girls:

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Bed of Roses

On a dead end street
In a dead end town
There's a motel that I call home
Just a few small hopes
And a few small dreams
Is all that place is resting on

Desiree lives two doors down
She's been there for way too long
Oh Yeah!
Sometimes when she's feelin' down
you know I hope she hears this song

CHORUS
On a bed of roses
Not beneath some motel light
On a bed of roses
She deserves to sleep tonight
She deserves to sleep tonight

Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

She comes home late everynight
I can hear her walkin' down my hall
She don't talk on the phone too much
When she does I hear it through my wall
Desiree don't have many friends
At least not many good ones
I may be just an ordinary man
But at least I'm someone to lean on

CHORUS

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Warrant also included a little "song" called "Ode to Tipper Gore" which consisted mainly of the "f-word" recorded and pulled from Jani Lane's live stage raps. One thing could always be counted on from Jani and the boys: they were so over the top live, one could always count on a good time at a Warrant show. Such was the life with Warrant on tour, fast times and faster women.

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Winger followed up with In the Heart of the Young, while, though not containing such catchy jailbait singalongs such as "Seventeen", featured a more maturing, progressive sound on several tracks such as "The Day We'll Never See,", "The Rainbow In the Rose", and the title track. And of course, there were plenty of rocking pop hits which featured Reb Beach's stellar guitar
playing. He was quickly becoming one of the most talked-about players in the business. And Kip Winger's hunky good looks were getting a lot of attention as well. Dating supermodel Rachel Hunter was a definite plus for him.

Can't Get Enuff

Hey hey) I can't get enuff (hey hey!)
(Hey hey) I can't get enuff (hey hey!)

Ya don't make it easy, ya never keep it straight
But you're so damn sexy, I can't keep away
I need your love, I need your skin, I need you baby, to let me in

I can't get enuff of you baby - I can't get enuff, it's never enough
I can't get enuff, I'm still hungry - baby give it up, cuz I can't get enuff

It's alright, it feels good, when I'm in your chains, it's understood
That you're my owner, my only will, come and get me while I'm quiet and still

I can't get enuff of you baby - I can't get enuff, it's never enough
I can't get enuff, I'm still hungry - baby give it up, don't you know
I can't get enuff of you baby

Chorus:
Can't get enuff - of you baby
Never enough - do you want to give me some
Can't get enuff - don't keep me waiting
Never enuff - (hey hey) put it right here

(Solo)

I can't get enuff, I'm still hungry

Can't get enuff - of you baby - never enough - do you want to give me some
Can't get enuff - don't keep me waiting - never enuff

It's alright, it feels good, when I'm in your chains, it's understood
My soul confession, devil's due, come and get me girl, it's up to you

I can't get enuff of you baby - I can't get enuff, it's never enough
I can't get enuff, I'm still hungry - baby give it up, don't you know
I can't get enuff of you baby - come and get me
I can't get enuff, I'm still hungry - I can't get enuff

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[Steve M.]

Kiss was really having a tough time in the early nineties. Not only did their records suck, but their Psychic Tomato past seemed to keep coming back to haunt them. In 1990, a young girl stepped up and claimed to be the love child of Gene Simmons, fathered while he was still performing in clown-face at birthday parties with songs like "Sponge Cake" and "Itty Bitty Widdy Diddy DeeDee Eenie Meenie Miney. . .(choke) (wheeze). . . ."

http://www.amishacres.com/images/aa_arts_crafts_festival/festival_mime.jpg

AND HERE SHE IS! :eek:

Photographed at this press conference - miming to the voice of one of the guys who gave Milli Vanilli their voices - Condelezza Ashcroft-Gonzales insisted that she was Gene Simmons's long-lost duaghter. But it was all a ghastly mistake - it turned out she was the love daughter of one of the members of the mime-pop group the Hello People. :lol:

Whew! That was close!

(P.S. This post is totally false. Remember, you're dealing with a Kiss expert with no credibility and a very sick mind!)

:banana: :mango

[Steve M.]

The W.F.B.T.O's - White Faced Babes Together Outrageously - published We're With the Clown Band, an account of their days as Psychic Tomato groupies, in 1990. All those sordid stories about playing patty-cake with the pre-Kiss band at children's birthday parties were really scandalous. The W.F.B.T.O.'s refused to be interviewed out of costume and makeup, which only added to their credibility.

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(P.S. I have no problem with the credibility of this post. I don't have any credibility on this subject! :lol: )

[ABlairican Pie]

This is one of the big hits from the Heart of the Young album:

Easy Come, Easy Go

If you start to feel
Like there's no time to waste
Baby try to let go
There's nothin' that strong
Can't break your heart
Easy come, easy go

And the only, only, only, way you find it

Is if you're not
Digging too deep
Thought it's easier said than done
You've got to feel it
In your blood
Play the game
Like you've already won

And you'll only, only, only, own it when you say

Chorus:
Easy come, Easy go
This won't break my heart
Don't you know
Sometimes high, sometimes low
Easy come, easy go

Yeah!

You fell in a trap
That won't let you win
You try again and again
You let the heat
Burn your feet
Baby try
To understand

That you'll only, only, only, own it when you say

Chorus:
Easy come, easy go
This won't break my heart
Don't you know
Sometimes high, sometimes low
Easy come, easy go

Solo

So if you start to feel
Like there's no time to waste
Baby try to let go
There's nothing so strong
Can't break your heart
Sometimes high, sometimes low

And you'll only, only, only, own it when you say

Chorus:
Easy come, easy go
This won't break my heart
Don't you know
Sometimes high, sometimes low
Easy come, easy go
Sometimes high, sometimes low
Easy come, easy go
Let's Go!

Easy come, easy go
If you're not digging to deep
Easy come, easy go

Easy come, easy go

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

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Here was the first bona fide ballad (even though Headed for a Heartbreak definitely qualifies):

Miles Away

So this is love
Or so you tell me
As your walking out the door
The months go by
And I know for certain
It's not the love I'm looking for

But sometimes, just for a moment
I reach out, and hope you're still there

Chorus:
Miles away
No you're never turning back
I just can't wait anymore
Miles away
Nothing left of what we had
Just when I needed you most
You were miles away

It's hard to tell
What you're going through
You kept your feelings locked inside of you
Open your heart
And chances are
What you're feeling, I'm feeling too

If only, just for a moment
Hold on to the dreams that we had

Chorus:
Miles away
No you're never turning back
And I just can't wait anymore
Miles away
Nothing left of what we had
Just when I needed you most
You were miles away

Bridge:
When times were tough
And you were down and out
Who was there by your side
But now you're gone and
I'm so tired of being alone
With only your promises

Solo

The lonliness just fades away
Thoughts of you just memories
No cryin' now for what we're missin'
Time won't forget what you meant to me

If only just for a moment
Hold on to the dreams that we had

Chorus:
Miles away
No you're never turning back
And I just can't wait anymore
Miles away
Nothing left of what we had
Just when I needed you most
Whoa!!!!!!
Miles away
No you're never turning back
And I just can't wait anymore
Miles away
Nothing left of what we had
Just when I needed you most
You were miles away.

The boys of Winger backstage with Arsenio Hall:

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This song was more progressive than most of their pop-oriented songs, and the guitars are quite awesome on this one. It was unique that a person such as Kip Winger, Julliard-trained, could have such a broad pallette for a musician
considered the epitome of "hair metal". Guitarist/keyboardist Paul Taylor said,
"He's got ears, man!" He certainly recognized Kip's openness to things such as orchestras and horns.

Unfortunately, Kip's musical vision may have led to their undoing... :(

In the Day We'll Never See

I was born unto the Earth
Mama died on the night of my birth
I grew up, no place to jam
Just hearing the talk of someone remembering

When all the children say
And all you heard was the word
Funny how we've changed
We're getting closer....

Chorus:
To the day we'll never see
The rising sun, it's setting
In the day we'll never see
What have we done?

Crucify, while you stand by
You hear the call but don't blink an eye
Where will you go, nowhere to run
What can be saved when the damage is done

The world is spinning round
The light of the moon is
Now the tear of the clown
Hear the word, it's coming down
We're getting closer......

Chorus:
To the day we'll never see
The rising sun, it's setting
In the day we'll never see
We're getting closer
To the day we'll never see
The rising sun, it's setting
In the day we'll never see
What have we done?

Solo

The world is spinning round
The light of the moon is
Now the tear of the clown
Hear the word, it's coming down
(We're getting closer)
Getting closer!!

Chorus:
To the day we'll never see
The rising sun, it's setting
In the day we'll never see
What have we done
To the day we'll never see
The rising sun, it's setting
In the day we'll never see
The time has come, the time had come
In the day we'll never see........

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

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While Miles Away was a more piano-oriented ballad, this next song was more guitar-oriented. It is very beautiful, tender, and haunting:

Under One Condition

She's looking in the eye
Of a mind made up
That the pain will last
Forever

He's headed for a heart
All closed up
Will you ever open up?
She said never

What is the secret
To keeping you head
And your promises

Chorus:
I'll mend you broken heart......she said
Under one condition
If I lift you up
You'll never let me down
Darlin' under one condition

She stares at the sky
Wondering why the night
Isn't telling her
Believe him

If he could only read to her
The pages of his heart
She could see they feel
The same

Learning the secret
To keeping their heads
And their promises

Chorus:
(Oh) I'll mean your broken heart......he said
Under one condition
If I let you in
You'll never push me out
Darlin' under one condition
This is my one
(This is my one)
This is my one condition

Solo

He's getting closer
And she's getting closer
Just one more question
One more answer
It was all they ever wanted.....

Chorus:
I'll mend your broken heart.....she said
Under one condition
If I lift you up,
You'll never let me down
Darlin' under one condition
Here me say,
This is my one condition
That if I let you in
You'll never push me out
(Darlin' under one condition)
Darlin' under one condition
(repeat and fade)

[ABlairican Pie]

This song featured horns for a nice funky effect:

Loosen Up

ARE YOU READY!!

I've had enough
Got to get away
It's about that time
(Got to get away)

Get a little closer to a
Fast car
Get away from the grind
(It's about that time)

Every damn day
We're under pressure
About to lose it
Lose my mind

Chorus:
I need to loosen up (Loosen up!)
I need a little juicin' up
I've been hanging from the noose
Baby won't you cut me loose
C'mon everybody loosen up

I need it fast
I'm in need of the buzz
When we're all together
(I'm in need of the buzz)

Like a time bomb
I'm about to explode
We've got to come together
(Before I blow)

I'm spending too many days
Under pressure
About to lose it
Lose my mind

Chorus:
I need to loosen up (Loosen up!)
(Said) I need a little juicin' up
I've been hanging from the noose
Baby won't you cut me loose
C'mon everybody loosen up
Loosen up!

Solo

Every damn day
We're under pressure
About to lose it
Lose my mind

Chorus:
I need to loosen up (Loosen up!)
I need a little juicin' up
Get into your body
It's time to start the party
C'mon everybody loosen up

I need to loose up (Loosen up!)
I need a little juicin' up
I've been hanging from the noose
Baby won't you cut me loose
C'mon everybody loosen up
Loosen up
Loosen up
(Party) Everybody.....Yeah, Yeah!!

Hey Everybody!!!
Loosen up.

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

Here he is, girls!! Kip Winger!!! :cool:

[ABlairican Pie]

One of the rockingest songs on the album:

You Are the Saint, I Am the Sinner

Do you really believe
That I can't see inside your cold heart
I have witnessed you
Now let the truth be a light in the dark

Yeah, I can see
So clearly
Right thru your cryin'
There's no denyin'
You point the finger
Cast the first stone
Knowing you're guilty
You're still blaming me saying

Chorus:
You are the saint, I am the sinner
You laugh as my heart turns to stone
You are the saint, I am the sinner
Prey till my flesh hits the bone

You love watching the blood from my soul
Dripping off of your hands
But like the rising sun your refelctions
Will come put you up on the stand

Yeah, I can see
So clearly
Right thru your cryin'
There's no denyin'
You point the finger
From up on your throne
You promise, you wink
You honestly think that

Chorus:
You are the saint, I am the sinner
You laugh as my heart turns to stone
You are the saint, I am the sinner
Prey till my flesh hits the bone

Na, na, na, na, na, na
NO!!
No, no, no, no, no, no
Na, na, hey, na, na, hey
Na, ha, HEY!!!!!

Solo

Soon to your demon
You will be a slave
Watchin' these words
But until that day....

Chorus:
You are the saint, I am the sinner
You laugh as my heart turns to stone
You are the saint, I am the sinner
Prey till my flesh hits the bone

You are the saint, I am the sinner
You laugh as my heart turns to stone
You are the saint, I am the sinner

You are the saint
NO NO NO!!!
You are the sinner
You are the sinner

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

Kip with a real friend in metal:

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This track opens with a clean electric intro with Reb Beach playing at top speed, then kicks into a full on rocker with clever tempo changes--and even a rap fill. One of the best songs on the album:

Baptized By Fire

Girl I know you're out for the money
Flesh for gold, diamonds and fur
We've seen you working on
Every guy in this town
Trading in your voodoo
For the bible of who's who

All of your dreams
You're searching for gold
I'm not too blind to see your kind

Chorus:
You were baptized by fire
Painted by rain
Under the spell
Feeling no shame
Baptized by fire
To you it's a game
You were baptized by fire

From out of the trash
To burn in desire
Still it's pouring rain in your heart
Will keep you spinning in
The same direction
We see you ripping
Your world apart

All of your dreams
You're searching for gold
I'm not too blind to see you kind

Chorus:
You were baptized by fire
Painted by rain
Under the spell
Feeling no shame
Baptized by fire
To you it's a game

It's a sign of the times
How people mess with your mind
One day they say they love you
Then they leave you behind
It ain't you they want
It's you they haunt
And the weaker they make you
The deeper they take you
Down til you don't know
What to feel
What do you feel
I know your game
It's nothing new so
You can say goodbye to me
Cos I have said goodbye to you

Voodoo child, voodoo child
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo, voodoo child
Time to take my freedom
Time to take control
Baby cause I'm on a roll
Hit it!!!!

Solo

Chorus:
Baptized by fire
Painted by rain
Under the spell
Feeling no shame
Baptized by fire
To you it's a game
You were baptized by fire
(repeat chorus)

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

Here is an ad Reb Beach did for Ibanez guitars. He had his own customized guitar which was built in the shape of a Gibson Explorer, with a few changes.

[ABlairican Pie]

Another band that was dipping back into rootsier rock territory was Cinderella.
Their 1990 album Heartbreak Station had moved further away from glam territory and more into the classic rock sound of the Stones, Aerosmith, and even a little Zeppelin (think Black Mountain Woman).

Now that the band was at the top of their game, they could pretty much do anything. But one thing bothered drummer Fred Coury: why was their lead singer Tom Kiefer riding around by himself in a limo? When confronted about this by the members of Guns N' Roses, they told him to look at the cross symbol on their Appetite for Destruction album. The cross symbol connected them together. They were brothers, they were a band. Where was the unity
between members in Cinderella? Why did some members act like they were so much above it all? So they were rich. Did their lead singer have to be seen parading around in limos??

Shelter Me

Everybody needs a little place they can hide
Somewhere to call their own
Don’t let nobody inside
Every now and then we all need to let go
For some it’s the doctor
For me it’s rock and roll
For some it’s a bottle
For some it’s a pill
Some people wave the bible, cause it’s giving them a thrill
Others point their finger if they don’t like what they see
If you live in a glass house, don’t be throwing rocks at me

We all need a little shelter
Just a little helper to get us by
We all need a little shelter
Just a little helper ooo, and it’ll be alright

Check out mr. politician in his suit and tie
But when the doors are closed there ain’t nothin’ he won’t try
Meanwhile mr. medicine’s treating his best friend’s wife
Tipper led the war against the record industry
She said she saw the devil on her mtv
To look into the cabinet, it takes more than a key
Just like jimmy’s skeletons and his ministry

We all need a little shelter
Just a little helper to get us by
We all need a little shelter
Just a little helper ooo, and it’ll be alright
Hit it now

For some it’s the needle
For some it’s the kill
Some people wave the bible, cause it’s giving them a thrill
You can spend your money before you get your pay
With a toss of the dice, you can piss it all away

We all need a little shelter
Just a little helper to get us by
We all need a little shelter
Just a little helper ooo, and it’ll be alright

Alright
We all need
A little shelter
We all need
A little shelter
Just a little helper
Oh lord, it’s gonna be alright
Come on now
Come on now and shelter me now
Just a little helper
Shelter, shelter, shelter, shelter, shelter, shelter, shelter, shelter
We all need
We need a little shelter
Just a little helper ooo, and it’ll be alright

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

[ABlairican Pie]

The More Things Change

Woke up this morning on the wrong side of bed
I got this feeling like a train’s running through my head
Turned on my radio to the same old song
Some big mouth talking trying to tell us where the world went wrong

But all this talk of peace and love
It’s only for the news
Cause everytime you trust someone
You end up getting screwed

The more things change
The more they stay the same
Everyone’s your brother till you turn the other way
The more things change
The more they stay the same
All we need’s a miracle to take us all away from the pain

Came to this morning I was feeling mighty used
Picked up the telephone but all I got’s a major attitude
Turned on the tv to the same old news
Everybody thinks they got the answer to the same old blues

Like a hot smokin’ pistol on a saturday night
You gotta go for the throat
You gotta fight for your life

The more things change
The more they stay the same
Everyone’s your brother till you turn the other way
The more things change
The more they stay the same
All we need’s a miracle to take us all away from the pain
Take me away

Like a hot smokin’ pistol on a saturday night
You gotta go for the throat
You gotta fight for your life

The more things change
The more they stay the same
Everyone’s your brother till you turn the other way
The more things change
The more they stay the same
All we need’s a miracle to take us all away

The more things change
The more they stay the same
Everyone’s your brother till you turn the other way
The more things change
The more they stay the same
All we need’s a miracle

The more things change
The more things change
The more things change
The more things change
The more things change
The more things change
The more things change

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

Fred Coury on drums:

[ABlairican Pie]

Heartbreak Station

Waiting at the station
Tears filling up my eyes
Sometimes the pain you hide
Burns like a fire inside
Look out my window
Sometimes it’s hard to see
The things you want in life
Come and go so easily

She took the last train out of my heart ooo, ooo
She took the last train
And now I think I’ll make a brand new start
She took the last train out of my heart

Watching the days go by
Thinking ’bout the plans we made
The days turn into years
Funny how they fade away
Sometimes I think of those days
Sometimes I just hide away
Waiting on that 9:20 train
Waiting on a memory

She took the last train out of my heart ooo, ooo
She took the last train
And now I think I’ll make a brand new start
She took the last train out of my heart

My lady’s on the fly and she’s never coming back
My love is like a steam train rolling down the tracks yea, yea

She took the last train out of my heart ooo, ooo
She took the last train
And now I think I’ll make a brand new start
She took the last train out of my heart

She took the last train ooo, out of my heart
She took the last train
And now I think I’ll make a new start
Last train out of my heart

[ABlairican Pie]

Love's Got Me Doin' Time

Have mercy on a poor boy’s heart
Cause I got the key that can make your motor start
Can’t you love me
Without messin’ me around
You took everything I got then kick me when I’m down
Ooo, got this funny feeling that you ain’t on the level
I look into those eyes but all I see’s the devil

I heard through the vine that you may not be mine
Don’t lock me up
I can’t pay the fine
Make up your mind before you make me lose mine
Your love’s got me doin’ time

Have mercy on a poor boy’s soul
I’ve been down so long never thought I could feel so low
First you love me
Then you stab my back
Close the door, turn the key, all I can see is black
Ooo, got this funny feeling that you ain’t on the level
I look into those eyes but all I see’s the devil

I heard through the vine that you may not be mine
Don’t lock me up
I can’t pay the fine
Make up your mind before you make me lose mine
Your love’s got me doin’ time

Love’s got me doin’
Love’s got me doin’ time
Love’s got me doin’
Love’s got me doin’ time

So what’s a poor boy supposed to do
I’ve done everything I can, I’ve been so true
You got a mean streak
Like an alley cat
You sucked all the love from me like a vampire bat
Ooo, got this funny feeling that you ain’t on the level
I look into those eyes but all I see’s the devil

I heard through the vine that you may not be mine
Don’t lock me up
I can’t pay the fine
Make up your mind before you make me lose mine
Your love’s got me doin’ time

Love’s got me doin’
Love’s got me doin’ time
Love’s got me doin’
Love’s got me doin’ time
Love’s got me doin’
Love’s got me doin’ time
Love’s got me doin’
Love’s got me doin’ time
Love’s got me doin’
Love’s got me doin’ time
Love’s got me doin’
Love’s got me doin’ time
Love’s got me doin’
Love’s got me doin’ time
Love’s got me doin’
Love’s got me doin’ time
Love’s got me doin’
Love’s got me doin’ time

[ABlairican Pie]

Dead Man's Road

When I was young
Old man sat me on his knee
He told me if I had a dream
I could be what I wanna be
Now life goes on
A voice echoes in the wind
It’s telling me to carry on
Now I know that it’s him
He said

Whoa, watch out boy
Don’t go messin’ with your life ’cause it ain’t no toy
Lord help ya to carry life’s load
It could all pass you by down on dead man’s road

Now I got a good woman
You know she’s lookin’ out for me
And if I get a little blind
You know she helps me to see
But I gotta keep a runnin’
Cause they’re catchin’ up to me
I think I hear that voice again
This time it says to me
He said

Whoa, watch out boy
Don’t go messin’ with your life ’cause it ain’t no toy
Lord help ya to carry life’s load
Don’t you let it pass you by down on dead man’s road
Look out

When I was young
Old man sat me on his knee
He told me if I had a dream
I could be what I wanna be
Now life goes on
A voice echoes in the wind
It’s telling me to carry on
Now I know that it’s him
He said

Whoa, watch out boy
Don’t go messin’ with your life ’cause it ain’t no toy
Lord help ya to carry life’s load
Don’t you let it pass you by down on dead man’s road

Whoa, watch out boy
Don’t go messin’ with your life ’cause it ain’t no toy
Lord help ya to carry life’s load
Don’t you let it pass you by down on dead man’s road

Whoa, watch out boy
Don’t go messin’ with your life ’cause it ain’t no toy
Lord help ya to carry life’s load
Don’t you let it pass you by down on dead man’s road

[ABlairican Pie]

Love Gone Bad

If I hear you stalkin’
Looking for sympathy
You just keep on walkin’
Actin’ like you don’t know me
Ain’t nothin’ new for you
Honey what you put me through
Seven years ago today
There ain’t no other way

Once bitten now two cents shy
Almost the apple of your daddy’s eye

But your love
Your love’s gone bad
Yea, yea, yea
Your love
Your love’s gone bad

If I hear you talkin’
Gettin’ in my ear
Listen to the words I say
Let me make this very clear
Don’t ask for money
Don’t you think my name
Everything was sunny
Dream about it ain’t the same

Once bitten now two cents shy
Almost the apple of your daddy’s eye

But your love
Your love’s gone bad
Yea, yea, yea
Your love
Your love’s gone bad

Once bitten now two cents shy
Almost the apple of your daddy’s eye

But your love
Your love’s gone bad
Yea, yea, yea
Your love
Your love’s gone bad your love
Your love’s gone bad
Yea, yea, yea
Your love’s gone bad

Your love’s gone bad
Your love’s gone bad
So bad

Tom Kiefer live:

[ABlairican Pie]

Faster Pussycat returned with another helping of sleazy, raunchy roots-metal, fully in a bluesy vein, their album Wake Me When It's Over, which featured their biggest hit, "House of Pain", a song which hit home about the hurt of losing a father.

House of Pain

It's a little past supper time
I'm still out on the porch step sittin' on my behind,
Waiting for you.
Wondrin' if everything's alright,
Moma said,"Come in boy, don't waste your time,"
I said,"I've got time. Well he'll be here soon."
Five years old and talkin' to myself.
Where were you? Where'd ya go? Daddy can't you tell?

Chorus.

I'm not tryin' to fake it, and I ain't the one to blame.
No, there's no one home in my house of pain.
I didn't write these pages and my script's been re-arranged.
No, there's no one home in my house of pain.

Wasn't I worth the time?
A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time,
Ilooked up to you.
I paced my room a million times.
And all I ever got was one big line, the same old lie.
How could you?
Well I was eighteen and still talkin' to myself.
Where were you? Where'd ya go? Daddy can't ya tell

[Steve M.]

When Suzanne Vega had a surprise pair of hits with her single "Luka" and her album Solitude Standing in 1987, her followers - fans who had been loyal to hair since she released her debut LP in 1985 and new ones picked up in 1987 - were ecstatic. Exasperated by the rising tide of synth-pop and MTV hair bands, they all said collectively, "Suzanne's going to lead us into a revolution!"

When Vega released her third album in 1990, however, it turned out she had led her fans into a Grito de Lares. (The Grito de Lares was a Puerto Rican revolt against Spain in 1868 that attempted to win the island's indpendence but was put down by the Spaniards before it even got started.)

The inexplicably titled Days of Open Hand (picutred below) was one of the most soporific albums of 1990. Ironically, it began with a sweet, ironically titled song, "Tired of Sleeping," about a little girl eager to get out of bed and enjoy the day. The rest of the album, though, would have made her want to take a nap.

http://home.no.net/modry/musikk/suzanne_vega/images/days_open_hand-hs.jpg

The album was destined to flop, as its first single was titled "Book of Dreams" - any song titled "(insert noun here) of Dreams" is bound to be a crushing bore - and it also featured "Fifty-Fifty Chance," a song about an attempted suicide scored by Philip Glass. (No! You never, never write a song about attempted suicide if you're a folk rocker, and any album with a Philip Glass score on it is doomed to fail. Remember Paul Simon's 1983 album Hearts and Bones, which also featured some of Glass's work? No? Exactly.)

Anyway, Days of Open Hand tanked (it only hit number sixty on the Billboard album charts), and the singer-songwriter revolt of the late eighties was over. The MTV crowd won the pop wars - for now. :mad:

[Steve M.]

I mentioned Tracy Chapman's 1989 album Crossroads at the end of the eighties thread. Well, here's a picture of the album cover! :)

http://www.marcogiunco.com/dischi/000206.jpg

As noted, her second album was not as ecstatically received in a commercial sense as her debut, but it was still well-recived from an artistic standpoint. In addition to the title song (not the Robert Johnson classic, but a Chapman original - the entire album was composed by Chapman), it also featured "Freedom Now," "Born To Fight," and "All That You Have Is Your Soul."

[Steve M.]

Anyone ever hear of Julia Fordham? She's an English singer-songwriter who blends jazz and world music. And, while I'm sure she's made some interesting albums, 1990's Porcelain isn't one of them.

http://www.thefirstcut.net/forpor.jpg

This album was perhaps the last gasp from the cadre of female singer-songwriters who attempted to save pop from MTV in the late eighties and early nineties. It featured "Genius," a song that featured cliched lyrics about knwoing oneself and somehow managed to include a reference to the destruction ofthe Brazilian rain forest.

Oh yeah, Sting liked this album.

[Steve M.]

Here's a picture of Julie from the front!

http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Cabaret/8080/JF_Gallery_Porcelain_p-1-g.jpg

Musically inconsistent though she may be, she is a rather posh bird! :)

Why did Porcelain fail to click? Probably because its single "Manhattan Skyline," about a failed transatlantic romance, finds the British girl saying to her American lover, "You were my Ireland, and I was your 'Nam." Pretty corny, eh? But still less wince-inducing that that the catchphrase of the biggest record of the year. . . .

[Steve M.]

U CAN'T TOUCH THIS!!

http://www.asiamusic.net/imgdata/artist/us/b_album/m/mchammer_pleasehammerdonthurtem.jpg

That's right, ladies and germs, rap had broken through commercially on the charts, led by one Stanley Kirk Burrell, better known as M.C. Hammer. (He would later simply call himself "Hammer" beacuse "M.C. Hammer" sounded too much like a legitimate name - Hammer is a common surname, and lots of people go by first and middle initials!)

Hammer was a flashy rapper from Oakland, California who rapped harmless lyrics with a tried-and-true disco beat. His first album, 1989's Let's Get This Started, got a little bit of attention, but 1990's Please Hammer Don't Hurt'Em was an astonishing, humongeous success, holding onto the top album spot on the Billboard charts for most of the year.

Rap groups like Public Enemy and N.W.A. disliked Hammer for his safe sound. Musical purists hated him for lifting the music from Rick James's "Super Freak" for his hit single "U Can't Touch This." Rock fans bashed him for, well, taking over the charts for rap at rock's expense. The Hammer Man himself seemed to sense that hip-hop was now a commercial force to be reckoned with - when he rapped that you "can't touch this," he seemed to be sending a message to rap-haters that rap was here to stay, and that they'd have to deal with it. Indeed, rap couldn't be "touched."

Rap may have been here to stay but Hammer wasn't (we'll get to that later). In the meantime, he was clearly going to enjoy his success.

[ABlairican Pie]

This is a totally excellent song:

Poison Ivy

Baby, baby why won't you let me be
You're a major pain in the ass
And I don't need the hassle can't ya see
Please I need some peace of mind
That I was hoping I would find
But you just kept a buggin
'Til I was crawlin under the rug and baby
Stressin, jump back baby back away

Get off my back you monkey
You got my nerves jumping like a junkie today
Get it, hit it

Poison ivy you come creepin up right behind me
You make me itch, baby you're so unkind
Poison, baby you're like poison ivy
You make me itch and I'm all out of Calomine

So this is how you get your kicks
Lickin up everything after me
Baby, don't pet my dog
And certainly don't mess with my birds or my bees
Jesus, I got a Peeping Tom
And I was hoping she was gone
But she just kept a knockin
'Til I was crawling under a rock and baby
Stressin, jump back baby back away

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

And of course, bad taste was all part of the fun of a "hair" band like Faster Pussycat. The boys did not intend this song to be taken seriously:

Where There's a Whip, There's a Way

Nobody know how to tie the simple knots that I know
Getting weak in the knees and your bruises are beginning to show
The only way she knows how to take it is blow by blow
Strapped to the rack with a slap on the ass should make her eyes glow

I ain't no boy of bondage, you can use it, you can use it
I'm a loose lip talking jockey with a whip and track to prove it
I'm the dehumanizing master
You better start your talking cause I get what I go after

Where, where there's a whip there's a way
I'm gonna tighten up the slack in your chains
Where, where there's a whip there's a way
The devil in she likes the sweet beating dreams everyday
Where, where there's a whip there's a way
I'm gonna take you, gonna take you away

When it's time to leave, baby I'll let you know
I've got you buckled to the floorboards
Got you screamin like a pooch on a leash to let you go
She grinds her leather like Liberace rhines a stone
She rides just like a pony, gonna sign that filly up for the rodeo

I ain't no boy of bondage, you can use it, you can use it
I'm a loose lip talking jockey with a whip and track to prove it
I'm the dehumanizing master
You better start your talking cause I get what I go after

Where, where there's a whip there's a way
I'm gonna tighten up the slack in your chains
Where, where there's a whip there's a way
The devil in she likes the sweet beating dreams everyday
Where, where there's a whip there's a way
I'm gonna take you, gonna take you away

Nobody know how to tie the simple knots that I know
She grinds her leather like Liberace rhines a stone
Getting weak in the knees and your bruises are beginning to show
She rides just like a pony, gonna sign that filly up for the rodeo

:whip

Brent Muscat:

[ABlairican Pie]

Arizona Indian Doll

She's got high top moccasins
And shines like the sun
Does her rain dance for me
And I'm wet when she's done
Got to be the last
Of a long lost tribe
I got my bow and arrow
Now I'm ready to fly

Ain't no bright lights shining
Ain't no bad moon rising at all

You got me rolling through the tumbleweeds
Well, that wild child's all I need
Well I got her and she's all mine

There's nothing like
A little midnight stroll
Make a little love
Where the buffalo roam
I ain't no Geronimo
But I had a god time
I walked her to her tee pee
And I kissed her goodnight
Ain't no bright lights shining
Ain't no bad moon rising at all

You got me rolling through the tumbleweeds
Well, that wild child's all I need
Well I got her and she's all mine

Arizona Indian doll

Eric Stacy:

[ABlairican Pie]

Ain't No Way Around It

My money's gone, my tank is empty
This dope-filled life has got the best of me
Wait, this can't be right
But it's all written in black and white

I've been looking for the clown
That's brought me up and dragged me down
I've hocked my life and all my things
For a beat up pair of broken wings
That won't fly

Ain't no way around it
There ain't no way around it

My crutch is gone, my baby left me
I took what I had left to Tampa Bay
Forget it, no I'll have my time
Meanwhile I'm spaced out of my mind

I've been looking for the clown
That's brought me up and dragged me down
I've hocked my life and all my things
For a beat up pair of broken wings
That won't fly

Ain't no way around it
There ain't no way around it

My crutch is gone, my baby left me
Everything that I own is in Tampa Bay
Wait, this can't be right
But it's all written in black and white

[ABlairican Pie]

Jumping back about a year, Britney Fox was another hair-a-licious band that had a few hits with songs such as "Girlschool" and "Long Way To Love". Lead singer/guitarist "Dizzy" Dean Davidson was a major shrieker. Guitarist Michael Kelly Smith was formerly in Cinderella--and the influence shows.

Girlschool

A school bell rings off the day,
brings in a stray a few girls at play.
Cut school pink slips are fine
for a good time there's boys on their mind.

A bad girl smoking in school,
breaking the rules acting real cool.
Talkin' 'bout all the rock boys,
back seat joys with some boy's toy.

chorus
At the girlschool, cause my baby broke all the rules.

Saddle shoes uniforms blue,
love all the girls in the girlschool.
Traffic jam in the hallway
ooh I'm gonna stay this makes my day.

Well here they come girls from the school,
breakin the rules hot on the loose.
My girl left right from school,
came over to my house, ooh...

chorus out

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

[ABlairican Pie]

This song is their best and one of their most popular. For a hairy and pretty band, they certainly played hard and heavy. The vocals and the guitars are amazing.

Long Way to Love

I see the love deep in your eyes.
You let the love, grow in my mind.

In the morning sun, I see your face.
I can feel your love and your embrace.

You fell in love right from the start
It has to last from falling apart.

repeat bridge

Long way, long way to love.
Long way, long way to love.

Your fires kept warm in my heart.
You fed the flame from going out.

Bridge, chorus, lead, chorus out

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

Britney Fox had a hit on MTV with this video. They are shown here on MTV live:

[ABlairican Pie]

Kick N' Fight

When your down and feeling low
and there ain't no place to go,
Just put your mind in second gear
say I'm out of here.
When your friends bring you down
and there ain't no one around,
You scream out loud
at the top all you want is out.

Kick 'n' fight tonight.
Just kick 'n' fight that's right.
Kick 'n' fight.

Now you know how to hang tough
say man that wasn't rough.
Well in your mind there's nothing to fear
now you're in gear.
One bite from the fox
you'll know it's time to rock.
Get off your seat and on your feet
and you they won't beat.

Chorus, lead, chorus out.

Dizzy Dean and Michael live:

[ABlairican Pie]

One incredibly underrated band was L.A.'s Love/Hate, a band in the minds of many, especially their record label Columbia, dubbed them "the
band you loved to hate." Their manic lead singer Jizzy Pearl sang like a banshee on amphetamines, and guitarist John E. Loveprovided some massive riffs in his nice bluesy tone. And the subject matter of the band was not the kind that would be welcome at too many churches: what does one do with songs such as "Slutsy Tipsy", "Gang Bang Slave Girl", "Rock Queen", "Fuel to Run" (i.e. alcohol), and their funky bass-heavy hit, "Why Do You Think They Call It Dope?" And no doubt, there were songs such as "Mary Jane", the beautiful and rocking "She's an Angel", and one of the greatest opening riffs to a sleaze-metal song, "Tumbleweed", which finishes with a churning, driving outro. What does one do with it? One rocks like crazy and takes it to the nearest kegger, for starters.

In the age of rising political correctness and the post-P.M.R.C./Moral Majority rampages, Columbia Records issued a warning that the subject matter on the album, Blackout in the Red Room did not reflect the views of the label that distributed it. The album did cause a minor furor.

Blackout in the Red Room

so you're going drinking tonight
it's party time
gonna turn bad to maybe

so you're gonna paint the town red
it's party time
gonna turn bad to maybe

blackout in the red room
blackout in the red room

so you say you can't remember
it's party time
so you say you can't remember

so you woke up blind
it's party time
so you say you can't remember

blackout in the red room
blackout in the red room
blackout in the red room

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: :cheers:

[ABlairican Pie]

Rock Queen

I got my wine
Get out of my way
Got a chip on my shoulder
Had a real bad day
Met a little girl
Just thirteen
She's a knock-down blue-eyed slut psycho-virgin tease

Rock Queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream
Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies--now

Got some time
Won't go wrong
Sittin' on the sidewalk
Singing songs
Take my baby home
On the scene
Turns out she's a koochie-koochie-koochie

Rock queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream
Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies
Rock queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream
Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies--now

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

[ABlairican Pie]

One of the greatest songs ever recorded--it rocks.

Tumbleweed

I'm tumblin', tumblin' round
I'm tumblin', my feet don't touch the ground
'cause I got no, got no place to go
maybe if I did I'd settle down my roots would grow

I'm a tumbleweed

I'm tumblin', tumblin' round
I'm tumblin' like a wind blowin' through your town
got a sharp thorn sticking in my side
on this dusty road I'm goin' for a ride
I'm a tumbleweed

tumbleweed bad seed
no one I need
tumbleweed bad seed
got a home on a ghost town highway
ooh I'm a tumbleweed

I'm tumblin', tumblin' round
I'm tumblin' someday I will be gone
when I grow old, grow old and pass away
just spread my ashes on a windy day
I'm a tumbleweed

tumbleweed bad seed
no one I need
tumbleweed bad seed
got a home on a ghost town highway
'cause I'm a tumbleweed

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Why Do You Think They Call It Dope?

why do you think they call it dope?

nighttime, shooting star, the sun started to rain
trees lost branches, gurus' trances, black-brassiered dancers
little dears
showdown's coming, it's no joke, mouth is runnings, it's a stroke
that's what I think when I'm so f:censored:d up I can't even find the door

why do you think they call it dope?
why do you think they call it dope?

when your heart beats fast, you're so broke, in your car with the red
lights flashing
look sincere, smell like beer, roach in the ashtray
going to the pokey
thirty days later, ten bucks left, hands are shaking
looking for a dime bag

why do you think they call it dope?
why do you think they call it dope?

dirty little dopers on dope so bad
dirty little dopers on dope so bad

when two and two turn into five you'll probably see it my way
when bad is good, like it should, things turn upside down
some people say it's hip to say no, my town it's green light go
for party rockin' angels now it's trigger happy
slang-bang-pow

why do you think they call it dope?
why do you think they call it dope?
why do you think they call it dope?
why do you think they call it dope?

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

[ABlairican Pie]

This is another great song:

She's an Angel

she's tryin' to have a good time
even though these are the bad times
she's tryin' to get in - she wants out
doin' some time for small crimes to herself
sitting by a window - breathin' on the glass
time will tell, time will pass
'cause when you're young sometimes little things seem larger than life

she is a wild wind blowin' - she's my thunder and rain
she is a hurricane
they think she's insane
but she's an angel
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
they'll lock you away
they'll lock you away

mommy takes the strings off your bass
so you won't hang yourself
could things be so bad
when you're lovin' life with everything you have

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah

she is a sunbeam shinin' - think it's gonna rain
sure she's feelin' pain
they think she's insane
but she's an angel
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
they'll lock you away
they'll lock you away
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
they'll lock you away

she's on drugs yeah she's on fire
they all say that she's a liar
sure she's lookin' for trouble
and now she's seein' double

she is a sunbeam shinin' - think it's gonna rain
sure she's feelin' pain
they think she's insane
but she's an angel
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
they'll lock you away
they'll lock you away
they'll lock you away
they'll lock you away

she's tryin' to have a good time
even though these are the bad times

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Mary Jane

don't you worry, don't feel no pain
just wrap your lips around her
don't you fret none, don't feel no shame
we're gonna roll 'er up, mary jane

she's my baby rocket stone her eyes are green
she smells like candy and her number is 13
they say she's growin' wild, wild like a weed
they say she's loco crazy
there's somethin' I best tell you
I'm loco crazy too

mary jane, I want you; mary jane, I need you

Jizzy Pearl live:

and I heard you were lookin' for some action
and I think I got just what you need
and we were sittin' in a circle
passin' round and round

mary jane, I want you
mary jane, I need you

I found my connection down at the beach
and my heart started racin' 'cause she's at arm's reach
I don't know why I feel this way 'bout you but I do

I am hallucinating, this world, fine mess we're in
I am imaginating, come to me mary, mary jane

mary jane, I want you; mary jane, I need you
mary jane, I want you; mary jane, I need you
mary jane, I want you; mary jane, I need you

green buds inside you, green buds inside you
green buds inside you, green buds inside you

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Former Dokken guitarist George Lynch returned with a new band and a new album, Lynch Mob, which featured vocalist Oni Logan and Dokken drummer Mick Brown. The album was simply amazing, it burned trails far and away from his work with Dokken. His guitar playing was excellent and powerful. And how about that cover!! :eek:

Wicked Sensation

Well I'm searchin' for this feelin'
That's crawlin' in my veins
I'm on the inside, i wanna get out
Oh I need that cure, there ain't no doubt
Oh, well it feels so good
Up and down and in and out, let's make this understood
Oh, 'cause I'm comin' on for you now
I got that wicked sensation
That's crawlin' all over me

I got that wicked sensation
You know that's all I ever need
When I get down on my knees
Gotta give in, gotta put it out

Well there's no reason
For the way you make me feel
It must be pure desire
But my soul, you know it's burnin' like a flame
My heart just fills with fire
Oh, well it feels so good, up and down and in and out
Let's make this understood
Oh, 'cause I'm comin' on for you now

I got that wicked sensation
That's crawlin' in my veins
I got that wicked sensation
You know that's all i ever need
When I get down on my knees
Gotta give in, gotta put it out, oh shake my soul
Oh, well it feels so good
Up and down and in and out
Let's make this understood
'Cause I'm comin' on for you now

I got that wicked sensation
That's crawlin' all over me
I got that wicked sensation
You know that's all I ever need
When I get down on my knees
I got that wicked sensation
Wicked, wicked, wicked

How you shake this poor boy's soul, oh, how you shake it girl
How you do me in, how you do me in, oh, it's my soul, oh, it's my soul
It burns, it burns it yearns, it's gotta come out, it's gotta come out
Come out, come out, come out, come out, come out
Oh you know that devil's in my soul, well


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

[Steve M.]

In 1990, the Hammer Man was hot!

http://www.disneytattooguy.com/pics/hammerandgeorge.jpg

(The Hammer Man with a friend in an undated photo.)

But a lot of people thought M.C. Hammer was a joke. A good joke, but still a joke. For one thing, he had ripped off Rick James for a hit. Then he remade the Chi-Lites's seventies hit "Have You Seen Her" with rewritten spoken lyrics! (Please, Hammer, don't rip'em off!) Pretty soon, he had a Saturday morning cartoon show. Really!

But his rendition of "Feelings" in a Pepsi commercial was actually quite moving. :lol:

But then, Stanley Burrell probably deserved his success more than Robert Van Winkle, also known as. . .

[Steve M.]

VANILLA ICE!!!!!!!!!!

Vanilla Ice wasn't a tasty Italian dessert you bought from a street vendor in Philadelphia (although next time you're in the City of Brotherly Love, try the cherry ice - it's very tasty! :) ) - it was the stage name of Robert Van Winkle, a musical charlatan from suburban Dallas (though he said he came from the mean streets of Miami) who rapped his way to the top of the charts with his debut album To the Extreme, flabbergasting hip-hop performers from New York to LA. Van Winkle had a lasting influence; it's because of him that, fifteen years later, I write sentences with references to various American cities that are interrputed by points in parentheses! :lol:

http://www.lyrics.com/v/vanilla.ice/to.the.extreme.jpg

Seriously, folks, Van Winkle's biggest accomplishment was that he was the first white rapper to enjoy mainstream success. He wasn't the first white rapper, period, just the first one to make it in a big way. Because of that, he was called the Elvis of rap, although calling him the Pat Boone of rap would have been more appropriate. Van Winkle simply had no connection to rap whatsoever -he just rapped because it was an easy way for him (and, coincidentally, his label, the fledgling SBK Records - we'll discuss them later) to make money.

Everyone hated him. Black rappers denounced him for his lack of credibility, some even saying he had no right to be a rapper simply because he was white! White rappers like the guys in 3rd Bass hated him because he made it impossible for any white rapper to be taken seriously. Queen's Brian May hated him for ripping off the Queen/David Bowie hit "Under Pressure" for his hit "Ice Ice Baby." Van Winkle didn't care; he was sure he would have a long lasting career, no matter how many people he offended.

Incidentally, To the Extreme marked one significant milestone; it was the first pop album to top the charts without selling any vinyl copies. The age of the compact disc had truly arrived; vinyl was dead.

So would be Van Winkle's career - we'll get to that when we cover 1991! :lol:

[ABlairican Pie]

This is definitely one of the best songs on the album:

River of Love

I was lonely and I was searchin' for the sun
Your one and only, took a trip to get undone
Well my high low mam, don't you give me the blues
Take me to the river where I can let it loose
All the lovin', ah like you never knew
Out back to where the dust grows old
Where the spirits fly so high
It was a cold dark night, and I swear we was feelin' right
As our bones took us down, straight to the light

I'm goin' down, down, down to the river of love
I'm goin' down, down, down to the river of love

All emotions, slip through my hands
Like an ocean movin', rollin' in on the sand
A sea of love, honey, where you been
My love's been knockin' buy you ain't in
Where's my lover
Out back to where the dust grows old
Where the spirits never die
That cold dark night, but I know we was feelin' right
As we roll through the hours, down into the light

I'm goin' down, down, down to the river of love
I'm goin' down, down, down to the river of love

Days are long and the nights run deeper
Out back where the spirits never die
I'm goin' down, down, down to the river of love
I'm goin' down, down, down to the river of love

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Sweet Sister Mercy

Well my sweet sister mercy
What have you done?
You made a mess of me
And now I'm so undone
Don't you like, don't you care
Don't you leave me in deep despair
Oh, it feels like I'm driftin'...
Just a fool in the pourin' rain
Locked out behind closed doors
Will you be waiting to catch my fall?
You know I'll search for a light
That will lead me to heaven

Sweet sister mercy
Where are you now
Sweet sister mercy

High road to nowhere
And I'm leavin' very soon
Tomorrow, you say
But it's just like yesterday
My sense of direction's confused
You know I'll plead to the morning light
That wherever's wrong
She would make it right
Please soul sister, hear my plea
I'll keep searchin' for a light
That will lead me to heaven

Sweet sister mercy
Where are you now
Sweet sister mercy
Sweet sister mercy
Where are you now
Sweet sister mercy
Where are you now
Sweet sister mercy
Will you be there to catch my fall?
Sweet sister mercy
'Cause I'll keep searchin' for a lifetime
That will lead me, that will lead me
Lead me to heaven
Sweet sister mercy
Sweet sister, sweet sister mercy
Sweet sister mercy

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

[ABlairican Pie]

She's Evil But She's Mine

Awaiting for a shadow to draw near my bned
Shakin' off thoughts that keep my head
She's a blackbird that swallows
Ruler of my world
Woman full of deception
Stole my heart with just a word

So strange to me, but she sends shivers through my spine
So strange it seems, oh she might be evil
But she's mine, all mine

She's so evil but she's mine
She's so evil but she's mine
I'll say it again now

Oh, lady brings me sorrows
Loves to push my mind to edge
Edge of an endless sea, oh
Where the skies are black, she'll follows me
Her evil eye won't let me be
You know that little devil's love take care of me

So strange to me, but she sends shivers through my spine
So strange it seems, oh she might be evil
But she's mine, all mine

She's so evil but she's mine
She's so evil but she's mine
I'll say it again, now
She got a hold on me
A black bird in heat
Oh lady of my sorrows

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Street Fighting Man

He was a back alley street fightin man
He just do what he please
A bad struttin mother, a sucker for
His gun and his needs

Yeah, mad at the world
Thrown down and tied to the whippin'
Post, oh he's a lost soul
Who wants it all

You know a poor boy with muddy hands
Ain't got no childhood memories
There's no way out for this punk called

Street fightin' man
Yeah, street fightin man

Well there's a black cloud that covers
The city a shadow he stands
Taken through the darkest alleyways and
Taught fist, blood, and greed
And nothing more

Sad at the world
Like a heart that bleeds with a cut
Od a knife oh he's a lost soul
Who wants it all
Mad at the world
Poor souls how no respect
For no one at all

Oh I won't be coming home
No I won't
Street fightin' man

He was a back alley street fightin' man
He just do what he please
For ever to be damned
Just a beggar, begging on his knees
You know it;s down, down, down
To the depths of his soul
There ain't no loving home man
For tha street fightin' man
Street fightin' man
And mad at the world
No I won't be coming
I won't be coming
Home

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

George Lynch even has his own signature line of ESP guitars, which makes custom guitars to the player's specifications. Here we see the Skull and Snakes from the album cover:

[ABlairican Pie]

1990 was also a big year for the Boston band Extreme. Their second album Pornografitti was one of the biggest guitar albums of the year, as Nuno
Bettencourt was considered one of the finest shredders, with a little added funk in the mix. The band was not afraid to try something new in their brand of metal. Now not only could you dance and groove to it, but you could think as well: the album was a different kind of concept album which told the story of a young man who was going out into the big bad world to find out what it meant to be a man--and to fit into all the stifling sexual roles society had placed on men and women. The album was a commentary about sex and society, how the media had a hand in separating love from the physical celebration, and how intimacy was torn in the process. The so-called measure of a man (or woman) became a rather UN-freeing shackle in the long run.

However, the radio picked up on one song, in the midst of all the manic soloing and superb musicianship, a quiet ballad called "More Than Words"--a song people would hum at supermarkets for years to come.

Decadence Dance

"Francis!
Francis! Be careful!"

Trying so hard to keep up with the Joneses
Running a rat racing won by our noses
Always put one foot in front of the other
And dance to the beat of the dacadent drummer

Just buy a brand new pair of Fred Astaire shoes
Climbing to the top, never gonna stop
It's the same old song and one two three and dec-a-dance

Dance, dance
Dance, dance
Dancing to the dacadence dance, dance
Everybody decadancing
Dancing to the decadence
Dancing to the decadence dance

It's hard to stop once the music gets started
'Til the soles of your feet harden up like your heart did
Stepping in line with the sign of the timer
Seduced by the tune of the decadent dancer

Just buy a brand new pair of Fred Astaire shoes
Climbing to the top, never gonna stop
It's the same old song and one two three and dec-a-dance

Dance, dance
Dance, dance
Dancing to the dacadence dance, dance
Everybody decadancing
Dancing to the decadence
Dancing to the decadence dance

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Li'l Jack Horny

Mother Goose
Never should haver ever let that Jack get loose
But that little boy blue
Keeps messing all the things he gets his hands into

Now look what you've done
Stuck in your thumb, pulled out a plum

Mama says, "Boys will be boys"
That's Li'l Jack Horny
Mama says "Boys will be boys"
That's Li'l Jack Horny

Jack and Jill
Went up and down and up and fooled around the hill
Now only time will tell
How late the rabbit will arrive in wonderland

Now look what you've done
Stuck in your thumb, pulled out a plum

Mama says, "Boys will be boys"
That's Li'l Jack Horny
Daddy says "Don't need no birth control"
That's Li'l Jack Horny

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

Nuno Bettencourt:

[ABlairican Pie]

Here is one of their best songs:

Get the Funk Out

If you don't like what you see here
Nobody wants to take you prisoner
So let me make it nice and clear dear
The exit is right there
I don't mean to be rude dude
But you'd better change your attitude

I don't like what I see here

You're all invited to the party
You know you didn't have to come
No rotten apple gonna spoil my fun

If you don't like what you see here
Get the funk out
We won't try to force feed you
Get the funk out

You can't please everbody
But everybody cannot please me
That's why I do what I want to
So why don't you do, do it to, do it to me, hey
So if you don't like what you see here
You can always leave the country

I don't like what I see here

You're all invited to the party
You know you didn't have to come
No rotten apple gonna spoil my fun

If you don't like what you see here
Get the funk out
We won't try to force feed you
Get the funk out

All I see is pornograffiti
All I hear pornograffiti
It's a monster we all have within us
The American dream
I need more money
I need more money
Just a little more money
Just a little more money
Everybody's got a need
Everybody's got to feed
He man woman hater
He man woman hater
He man woman hater
Dancing to the decadence dance

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Of course this song is a joke--it pokes fun at sexism:

He-Man Woman Hater

'No Women Allowed!'

Let me tell you about this love and hate relation
Between a man and a woman
And so none of you all get the wrong interpretation
I can't live with them
I'm gonna die without them

Sooner or later
You'll be a he man woman hater
It's inevitable
And to become one
You've gotta really hate to love them
He man woman hater

He, he man woman hater
You know I love to hate cause I hate to love them

He man's behavior

Doesn't need no explanation
We all got a one track mind
He men have always had a sexual preoccupation
It's gonna be your place or it's gonna be mine

Sooner or later
You'll be a he man woman hater
It's inevitable
And to become one
You've gotta really hate to love them
He man woman hater

He, he man woman hater
You know I love to hate cause I hate to love them
He, he man woman hater
Can't live with em gonna die without 'em

[ABlairican Pie]

This song talked about the media bombardment of sex:

Pornografitti

Sex!

Sex on the brain
Pumped in my veins
Flowing from my head to my feet
Sex on TV
Rotation heavy
You and I are what we eat
Sex when I'm all alone
It calls me on the phone
Can't stop this ringing in my ear
Sex in excess
Filling all our senses
Keep saying there's nothing to fear

Can't you read the writing on the wall
Can't you seee the rising and the fall

All I see is pornograffiti
All I hear pornograffiti
See no, hear no
All I speak pronograffiti
All I fear pornograffiti
Speak no evil

Sex in 3D
No evil eyes see
Too much of it and you'll go blind
Sex education
Misinformation
Kiss me where the sun don't shine
Sex it surrounds me
Pornograffiti
It's all so constitutional
Sex is literate
Read all about it
But censor where you all can go

Can't you read the writing on the wall
Can't you seee the rising and the fall

All I see is pornograffiti
All I hear pornograffiti
See no, hear no
All I speak pronograffiti
All I fear pornograffiti
Speak no evil

Sex sells

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

[ABlairican Pie]

The guys of Extreme, even though having some religious leanings, were candid
about the fact that they were no saints. But Nuno Bettencourt was quick to point out that sexual imagery was so prevalent in advertising that even Joe Camel was very Freudian upon examination:

[ABlairican Pie]

This was another one of their most popular songs, a more acoustic, singalong feel-good type tune:

Hole Hearted

Life's ambition occupies my time
Priorities confuse the mind
Happiness one step behind
This inner peace I've yet to find

Rivers flow into the sea
Yet even the sea is not so full of me
If I'm not blind why can't I see
That a circle can't fit
Where a square should be

There's a hole in my heart
That can only be filled by you
And this hole in my heart
Can't be filled with the things I do

Hole hearted
Hole hearted

This heart of stone is where I hide
These feet of clay kept warm inside
Day by day less satisfied

Not fade away before I die

Rivers flow into the sea
Yet even the sea is not so full of me
If I'm not blind why can't I see
That a circle can't fit
Where a square should be

There's a hole in my heart
That can only be filled by you
And this hole in my heart
Can't be filled with the things I do
There's a hole in my heart
That can only be filled by you
And this hole in my heart
Can't be filled with the things I do

Hole hearted
Hole hearted
Hole hearted
Hole hearted

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

More Than Words

Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It’s not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me
Cos I’d already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn’t make things new
Just by saying I love you

More than words

Now I’ve tried to talk to you and make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands and touch me
Hold me close don’t ever let me go
More than words is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me
Cos I’d already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn’t make things new
Just by saying I love you

More than words

:rock:

[ABlairican Pie]

When I First Kissed You

New York City can be so pretty
]From a bird's eye view
Because up there
Yeah, that's where I first kissed you
A modern day romance
A perfect performance
Acting like two fools
Saying silly things
Whisper sweet nothings
Live young lovers only do

I was shaking
You were breathtaking
Like the Empire State
My voice was so far
Not quite Sinatra

Singing songs so great
The clock struck one
The night still very young
In the city that never sleeps
Then a whirlwind blew
When I first kissed you
nearly swept me
Swept me off my feet

When I first kissed you
That's when I knew
I was in love

Because up there
Yeah, that's where
I first kissed you

[ABlairican Pie]

Continuing on in the vein of the power of love, King's X released another brilliant album whose philosophy was summed up in the closing words of 1st Corinthians Chapter 13 in the New Testament: Faith Hope Love.

We Are Finding Who We Are

forever is a mountain weve yet to climb
tears are a part of what is yet to leave behind
strength in numbers all you need is two
everyones a winner yet still so many lose
the volume of emotion erupting in our soul
a quiet revelation quickly takes a hold
patience is a virtue but she wont always wait
dissension is the tension its what weve learned to hate
it was late september i remember well
memories of the living the old man told the tale
of rising and falling and cruelty and kind
the thing the old man told me truly blew my mind

yes, now we are finding who we are
cause we can see forever
i know its been said so many times before
i once was blind but now i see
and sometimes it just makes no sense
but i believe yeah
we are finding who we are

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

[ABlairican Pie]

This was one of their biggest songs on the album, and the video was played regularly on MTV. The harmonies are excellent. Ty Tabor's de-tuned bottom
E string guitar sound was becoming a staple in 90's guitar rock. Many bands in the next several years would be paying attention to them.

It's Love

I sit in a chair reflecting back upon my life
and I have so much yet to learn and so much yet to see and do
it's love that holds it all together
i just glad to let you know that

it's love thats holding back the weather
and the same will let it go

i sit on the beach feeling the wind
feeling your hand
in all theres a ship on the ocean
and i cant decide if i like it

chorus

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

[Steve M.]

http://www.politicalinformation.net/encyclopedia/Georgebush.jpg

Hey, George Senior here, hope you don't mind me cutting in here. No, not gonna make a political statement - no political posts allowed here, not gonna do it -would not be prudent at this juncture!

Ya know, I was President in the early nineties, saw a lot of crazy stuff, ended the Cold War, preserved freedom for the Western World, but I didn't pay much attention to the pop music of the time. My son - you know, the current President, not gonna comment on how he's doing, too political - gotta stay the course - says it was a lot like it is now - that rap stuff, teenybopper pop, and all that. Well ,I've been reading this thread, can't believe all the stuff I missed. Never watched the Arsenio Hall show, you know, but I understand a lot of these people were on it. Hope you mention country, I like country, always had country stars like Crystal Gayle visit the White House. Would have had LL Cool J and those other hip hop guys, though, if I'd known it would help me running for re-election in 1992, but I'm getting political again, so let me explain why I'm here.

You know, the eighties thread was spread out over two parts, and one of my grandkids was talking to me about the eighties, and well, he complained that it was more quantity than quality, and he loved groups like U2 and SS-16, and RX-7, I could never get those names straight - and I hope, well, you know, the nineties thread doesn't turn out like that. Golly, are you still on 1990? I mean, you're on the fourteenth page already, two hundred and first post or something - don't want to go on too long - not prudent at this juncture. . . . It's bad, it's bad!

So I just wanted to say, well, let's not spend too much time on the nineties, 'cause Dan Quayle told me the sixties were more important, and your sixties thread didn't run too long, so keep it in perspective. Oh, yeah, Dan likes sixties music, he's a baby boomer - he likes the Association, the Fifth Dimension, and I think that English singer Matt Monro, think he played Tahoe last year - Dan liked Jimi Hendrix, 'cause he never heard of Jim Morrison, so he picked Jimi Hendrix over Jim Morrison when someone asked him about it. Jim Morrison sang "Brown-Eyed Girl," right? No? Van Morrison? Oh well, he's good too, good actor - oh wait, was that Van Johnson?

Well, I've said too much, just wanted to say, keep it simple and short, unless you feel you have to do the quantity of all those nineties acts justice, well then, don't listen to me. Stay the course. . . a thousand points of light. . . . You can't touch this. . . .

(That was former President George Herbert Walker Bush, in an unpaid nonpolitical announcement.)

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King's X were definitely the band to watch for in 1990. They were living up to their promise. Not only was the band intelligent and inventive, but also a band that shattered stereotypes as to what black musicians could play.

This song features insanely amazing guitar work by Ty Tabor. The song thrashes without wallowing in negativity. Check out the air raid effect in the song!! King's X were also the band of the 90's to shatter the stereotype of what Christians could do and play, like U2 had ten years before.

Moanjam

sing this song this ones for you
oh for you
i sing this song this ones for you
youre the story
its you its you
what can i say
what should i do
oh for you
what can i say
what should i do oh
youre the glory
its you its you
its you its you

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

Here are King's X with members of Living Colour:

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The Fine Art of Friendship

I think back to the time
When I wouldn't drink wine
And they taught me wrong from right
And black and white
Like death and the grave
Some things never change
And I'll never let it rest until I die

Chorus:
The fine art of friendship
Meaning of love
Understanding
Growing old

I wanna love someone special
Till death do us part
To have one and need no other
Sometimes I cry
Stumbling through my youth
Cause I've loved so much
Yet so little

Chorus:
The fine art of friendship
Meaning of love
Understanding
Growing old

Solo

Chorus:
The fine art of friendship
Meaning of love
Understanding
Growing old

I think back to the time
When I wouldn't drink wine
And they taught me right and wrong
Black and white
Like death and the grave
Ooooh, she never changed
And I'll never let it rest until I die

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We Were Born to be Loved

I could shout from a rooftop
How I really feel
Do you really want to know
Do you really care
I could silently scream
So you never hear

Chorus:
Somebody said we must rise above it all
Cause we were born to be loved

How the screaming changes
When the meaming hits your ears
Do you really.......
Do you really want to know
Can you count the reasons
Why we have so many fears

Chorus:
Somebody said we must rise about it all
Cause we were born to be loved
Somebody said read the writing on the wall
We were born to be loved

As big heart lonely eyes
A child plays with toys to soon to realize
To stop playin' take it all inside
All he wanted was love
He remembers how that nobody cared
He was alone with everybody there
Took a chance and got outta there
All he wanted was love
The mouth of the fool was a whip on his back
He's got the scars to prove it
A broken heart
A matter of fact
But he knows how to use it
Happy endings are not just for TV
Broken hearts
Don't lose one piece of the puzzle
And the Beatles said all you need is love

I could point the finger
But there's too much inside here

Solo

Chorus:
Somebody said you must rise about it all
We were born to be loved
Somebody said read the writing on the wall
We were born to be loved

Doug Pinnick with Layne Staley and Jerry Cantrell of Alice in Chains (who opened for them):

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I'll Never Get Tired of You

Simple words I have in mind
Nothing more between the lines
I hae heard that love is blind
It it's true then I will find

Chorus:
I'll never get tired of you
Oh no, Oh yeah
Never, never
Oh, never, never
I'll never get tired of you

From my heart I want to say
But the words get in the way
Millions of ways to say the same
Even though the feelings change

Chorus:
I'll never get tired of you
Oh no, Oh yeah
Never, never
Oh, never, never
I'll never get tired of you
(repeat chorus)

Solo

Chorus:
I'll never get tired of you
Oh no, oh yeah
Never, never
Oh, never, never
I'll never get tired of you
(repeat chorus)

I'll never get tired of you
Oooooh nooooo!!!!!
Never!!!!
Never, never!!

I'll never get
Never, ever get
Never, never
Never, never, never, never, never
I looooooove you

Doug with Alice In Chains:

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Faith Hope Love

We've all seen the evil of this world
And we feel so helpless with all the lies
Everyone believes somewhere there's love
Darkness is just a speck in the light

Chorus:
We are children trapped in time
We are strong
You see the word begins no lies
I believe it has a name
I believe he is alive

Bad luck we hide it oh so well
Just enough to tell you
I can't see my eyes are blind
If I look then surely I will find
If I learn my lessons
When I'm older I'll be wise

Chorus:
We are children trapped in time
We are strong
You see the word begins no lies
I believe it has a name
I believe he is alive

Solo

Chorus:
We are children trapped in time
We are strong
You see the word begins no lies
I believe it has a name
I believe he is alive

<Instrumental Break>

We've all seen the evil of this world
And we feel so helpless with all the lies
Everyone believes somewhere there's love
Darkness is just a speck in the light

Chorus:
We are children trapped in time
We are strong
You see the word begins no lies
I believe it has a name
I believe he is alive

Listen to me very closely
There is more Heaven than hell
Faith Hope Love

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Everywhere I Go

I've been in tears
I've been the clown
I've had my doubts
What if I'm wrong

I've been in love
Then maybe not
I crossed my heart
And then forgot

Chorus:
Everywhere I go I see you there ahhhhh!!!

I read the story
That you died
I turned the page
You were alive

With hope and love
But mostly faith
One day I'll see you
Face to face

Chorus:
Everywhere I go I see you there ahhhhh!!!
Everywhere I go I see you there ahhhhh!!!

Solo

Chorus:
Everywhere I go I see you there ahhhhh!!!
Everywhere I go I see you there ahhhhh!!!
Everywhere I go I see you....(layered)

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The final song on the album is a touching acoustic ballad sung by Ty Tabor, but the lyrics are in no way syrupy or escapist:

Legal Kill

Only know what I believe
The rest is so absurd to me
I close my eyes so I can't see
But the picture just gets clearer everyday
I read somewhere to learn is to remember
And I've learned we all forgot
There was peace in her before
But that was yesterday

Chorus:
I can see
The beauty that is here for me
The chance to live and walk free
From a legal kill

I know your side so very well
It makes no sense that I can tell
The smell of hell is what I smell
And you hand it out with handshakes everyday
I have trouble with the persons,
with the signs
But I feel the need to make my own
Yes there are 2 ways to be
And truth does not depend on me

Chorus:
But I can feel
The fight for life is always real
I can't believe it's no big deal
It's a legal kill

<Instrumental break>

Chorus:
I can feel
The fight for life is always real
I can't believe it's no big deal
It's a legal kill
I can see
The beauty that is here for me
The chance to live and walk free
From a legal kill
Ahhhhhhhh!!

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Steelheart was a band whose popularity rode with a very decent ballad, "I'll Never Let You Go (Angel Eyes)". Vocalist Michael Matijavek was one of the highest-note-hitting singers in metal--he could hit some notes reserved for the nosebleed seats. The perfect song to sing to your sweetie.

I'll Never Let You Go

Angel eyes
You have angel eyes
Such a smile that lights up my life oh
You're a dream come true
Now I'm holding you
And I'll never, never let you go
I will never let you go

First time I laid my eyes upon you
All my dreams were answered
First time I kissed your tender lips
My love to you I surrendered

I'll never let you go
You're always on my mind
You're the only one for me
You're all I need
And I'll never, never let you go

Angel eyes
My heart relies
On the love you give to me
You never let me down
You're always by my side
And I'll never, never let you go
I will never let you go

When my heart starts to crumble
And the tears start to fall
You hold me close with tender lovin'
And give me strength to carry on

I'll never let you go
You're always on my mind
You're the only one for me
You're all I need
And I'll never, never let you go

I'll never let you go
You're always on my mind
You're the only one for me
You're all I need
And I'll never, never let you go oh ooh
And I'll never, never let you go

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

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Steelheart group pic:

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In 1990, Born-again evangelistic band Stryper did something that was unthinkable only a few years before: they broke out of their yellow-and-black bumblebee coccoons and dressed normally. :eek: And not only that, but they shocked their audiences with recording a *gasp* NON-PREACHY album!!! :eek: :eek: But what was unbelievable to all was an article in Rolling Stone which announced that they were shedding their "do-goody-good" image and were now "smoking and drinking openly." Rock fans, even those who did not share their Bible-tossing beliefs were outraged that the band had apparently "sold out." But the members of Stryper insisted that the article was totally slanted and the band did not smoke and drink as the piece stated. The band, however, decided to do a turnaround in how they presented themselves; they found that it was becoming harder and harder to have their music heard on the radio. Programmers felt their lyrics were "too religious", and wouldn't go over well in a Motley/Metallica world. The band decided that they would adopt a less-proselytizing roll and just show their faith by example, but instead they had to deal with a backlash by not only people who hadn't heard Stryper's defense, but by the Benson record company which had distributed their albums to the Christian market. It was as if the band had "sold out" on every side, but in fact, the band was stuck in a difficult situation just to be heard. Their non-evangelistic album was Against the Law, which summed their quandary quite well

However, the band had more problems when it was alleged that one member of Stryper had marital infidelity problems with his wife--and it was not too long before the band would go their seperate ways. The flight of the now-wounded bumblebees was over. :(

The standout track and video was a metallized cover of the Earth, Wind and Fire classic, "Shining Star."

Shining Star

Shining star for you to see
What your life can truly be

When you wish upon a star
Dreams will take you very far
But when you wish upon a dream
Life ain't always what it seems
What you see, it looks so near
In the sky so very clear

[Chorus]
You're a shining star
No matter who you are
Shining bright to see
What you can truly be
Truly be

Shining star comes into view
To shine it's watchful light on you
Give you strength to carry on
Make your body big and strong

So if you find yourself in need
You've got to listen to these words of heed
Be a giant or grain of sand
Words of wisdom, yes i can

[Repeat Chorus]

[Fade]
Shining star for you to see
What your life can truly be

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

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So Stryper finally came full circle and did an album that was an attempt to be
a real, and angry, rock album. They had gotten tired of the negative press by Christians of all people and decided to get back with their own songs. But was the world ready for a mad-as-hell-and-we're-not-gonna-take-it-anymore Stryper? Apparently not. They shed their bumblebee outfits once and for all, but a certain little person would pick them up in a few years, as we shall see... ;)

Against the Law


Verse 1]
Day after day
I feel like giving up (yes I do)
I lived your way Was that good enough (not for you)

[Chorus]
You've got to point your finger
You think you know it all
I want you to remember
I don't live for you
'Cause I'm against your laws

[Verse 2]
Can you hear me
I've just got to say (one thing more)
I'll say it clearly
Stay out of my way (that's for sure)

[Repeat Chorus]

We've still got the fire
Burning in our souls
But we're just rockin' harder
To make our music roll

[Repeat Chorus]

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

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Rock the Hell Out of You

Verse 1]
We're the thundering sons
We're the undying ones
With the power of good
Evil has never won

[Bridge 1]
With armies from heaven
We have fought with a rage
It's all in the rhythm
And the fire coming from the stage

[Chorus]
We will rock the hell out of you
We will rock the hell out of you

[Verse 2]
In the streets every day
We search for anyone
Who will fight anyway
Until the battle's won

[Bridge 2]
We thrust in our sabres
With the words that we sing
It's all in the rhythm
And the power coming from the stage

[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Bridge 1]
[Repeat Chorus]

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

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On the opposite side of rock and roll heaven, AC/DC had recaptured their lost glory with a new album, The Razor's Edge. The band had languished in lackluster records and needed to refuel with a fresh sound for the 90's. They
chose veteran producer Bruce Fairbairn for the album while in Vancouver, B.C., and the choice was a good one. Drummer Simon Wright was replaced by former skinman for The Firm, Chris Slade, whose shaven head was a bit scary for many. But the really scary thing was that AC/DC were fully back in action with one of their best albums in a long time.

The first single featured some of Angus Young's best guitar work. The opening riff is quite a surprise:

Thunderstruck

(Thunder) (x10)
I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track
I looked round
And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder)
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do (Thunder)
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you (Thunder)

Sound of the drums
Beatin' in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been - thunderstruck

Rode down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the town
Went through to Texas, yeah Texas
And we had some fun
We met some girls
Some dancers who gave a good time
Broke all the rules, played all the fools
Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds

I was shakin' at the knees
Could I come again please?
Yeah the ladies were too kind
You've been - thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck

Yeah
Oh, thunderstruck, yeah

Now we're shaking at the knees
Could I come again please?

Thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah

Said yeah, it's alright
We're doing fine
Yeah, it's alright
We're doing fine
(So fine)

Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Tunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Whoa baby, baby, thunderstruck
You've been thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
You've been thunderstruck

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

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Thanks to George Herbert Walker Bush for that Non-Political Public Service Announcement!!

Views expressed are not necessarily those of the rock and roll history thread.
This announcement may not be re-broadcast without the consent of Major League Baseball.

[Steve M.]

With the alternative rock and singer-songwriter revolts that started in the late eighties quickly put down by the MTV popsters whom they were trying to overthrow, the only person to to turn to for intelligent pop without big hair was, once again, Anita Baker. She released her fourth album, Compositions, in 1990.

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Some critics found Compositions to be ironically titled, as many of the songs - especially "Talk To Me," the first single, and "Fairy Tales" - seemed lazily thrown together. But it was Anita Baker singing them, and heck, she can sing the Detroit phone book. (Depsite her Motor City roots, she can't, as noted, drive a car! :lol: ) Nevertheless, composition quality was something Baker would have to address on her next album, lest she end up being just another soul diva.

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This song was one of their most popular songs from the album, but a certain little prop that promoted the single got them in hot water with the Queen when a makeshift pound note sporting Angus' likeness on the front was considered an illegal tampering of British currency--even though it was all "funny money"! :lol: :dollar: :dollar: :dollar:

The band was most likely talking about Donald Trump and his marital woes, a big story in the news at the time:

Money Talks

Tailored suits, chauffered cars
Fine hotels and big cigars
Up for grabs, up for a price
Where the red hot girls keep on dancing through the night
The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey little girl, you want it all
The furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall

Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the money talk
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the money talk

A French maid, foreign chef
A big house with king size bed
You've had enough, you ship them out
The dollar's up-down, you'd better buy the pound
The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey little girl, you broke the laws
You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all

Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on, come on. listen to the money talk
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come, come on, listen to the money talk
Money talks, yeah, yeah

Money talks, B.S. walks
Money talks, come on, come on

Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the money talk
Come on, come on, love me for the money
Come on, come on, listen to the money talk

Money talks, money talk, talk, talk
Hear it talk

Yeah, yeah, yeah money talks

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

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Are You Ready

Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready

Sweet apple pie
Standing in the street
Hands outta line
Looking for some meat (heat?)
She take you high
When you feel her sting
She make you fly
And you know you're coming

Who all need it - who
Who all need it - you
Who all need it, who all need it (yes you do)
You all breathe it, we all need it
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time

She making eyes
At everything she meet
ain't it a crime
When she make you pump heat
She make you fly
Because that's her thing
She make you dry
And you know you're broken in

Who all need it, who all need it
(yes you do)
You all breathe it, we all need it
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time

Get with it

Who all need it, who all need it
You all breathe it, we all breathe it
Are you ready for a good time
Then get ready for the night line
Are you ready for a good time
Are you ready for a good time
Are you ready
Are you ready for a good time
I want a good time
Are you ready for a good time
Are you, are you ready
Are you ready for a good time
Good, good, good, good time
Are you ready for a good time
Are you ready, ready, ready

Are you ready for a good time
Are you ready for a good time

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

AC/DC live from the tour the next year, with an inflatable "Whole Lotta Rosie":

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Mistress For Christmas

Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the day
I just can't wait till Christmas time
When I can grope you in the hay (When I can roll you in the hay)

Easy come, easy go
Have a good time with lots of dough
Slippin' up high, slippin' down low
Love'm and leave'm on with the show

Listen, I like female form in minimum dress
Money to spend with a capital "S"
Get a date with the woman in red
Wanna be in heaven with three in a bed (One of me in heaven...)

He got it, I want it
They got it, I can't have it
But I want it, but it don't matter
She got it, and I can't [get | have] it
I want a mistress for Christmas
I want a mistress for Christmas

(Ooh yeah, haha yeah
I want a mistress for Christmas
Come on)

Easy come, easy go
Slippin' high, slippin' low

(Yeah, aw right)

He got it, I want it
They got it, I can't have it
I want it, don't matter
She got it, and I can't get it -

Mistress
he got it, I want it
For Christmas
They got it, and I can't have it
Mistress
But I want it, it don't matter
For Christmas
She got it, and I can't get a

Mistress for Christmas

You know what I'm talkin' about
Mistress for Christmas
You gotta send me down
you gotta send me down
Mistress for Christmas
I want the woman in red (I want a woman in the rear,)
with bow in my bed with a bottle of my beer)

Mistress for Christmas

I can hear you coming down my smoke stack
I wanna ride on your reindeer honey and ring the bells

:rock: :guitar: :guitar :rock: :tree: present:

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Drummer Chris Slade stood in for one album, but was replaced with long time drummer Phil Rudd.

Chris Slade live:

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One band that stuck to rock and roll roots was one that was totally opposed to being classified as heavy metal, The Black Crowes from Georgia. Vocalist Chris Robinson and his guitarist Rich Robinson were appalled at the trendiness of many college alternative bands, such as the ones coming from Athens, who hated classic bands as Aerosmith and others. The Black Crowes were apparently big fans of
Steven Tyler and the boys--but unfortunately, too many critics were not fond
of the "retro" sound of the Crowes. Instant comparisons were drawn of the band's alleged fixation with the "Exile On Main St."-era Stones and early 70's rockers such as The Faces. In response, Chris Robinson hated critics and sorely mistrusted rock journalists. In fact, the band would have been bigger if it were not for Chris Robinson's reputation for violence and belligerence, and general volatile attitude offstage. One night after a show in Denver, a fracas ensued after a midnight stop at a 7-Eleven, where he said that a female fan would know who he was if "she stopped eating so many damn Twinkies." Even the kindest word Kip Winger had about him was that Robinson was "a total a:censored:."

But as a performing unit, the Crowes were a refreshing change from the pop glut clogging the arteries of the music mainstream. The band also featured Jeff Cease on guitar, Johnny Colt on bass, and Steve Gorman on drums. Their debut album, Shake Your Money Maker, featured a number of excellent tunes, including their most popular, a cover of Otis Redding's "Hard to Handle."

Jealous Again

Cheat the odds that made you
Brave to try to gamble at times
Well I feel like dirty laundry
Sending sickness on down the line
Tell you why

’cause I’m jealous, jealous again
Thought it time I let you in
Yeah, I’m jealous, jealous again
Got no time, baby

Always drunk on sunday
Try’n to feel like I’m at home
Smell the gasoline burning
Boys out feeling nervous and cold

(repeat 1st chorus)

Stop, understand me
I ain’t afraid of losing face
Stop, understand me
I ain’t afraid of ever losing faith in you

Never felt like smiling
Sugar wanna’ kill me yet
Find me loose lipped and laughing
Singing songs ain’t got no regrets

(repeat 1st and 2nd chorus)

Don’t you think I want to
Don’t you think I would
Don’t you think I’d tell you baby
If I only could
Am I acting crazy
Am I just too proud
Am I just plain lazy
Am i, am i, am i, ever

(repeat 1st chorus)

:guitar: :banana: :mango

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This is a great song:

Twice as Hard

Clean as a whistle
Smellin’ like a rose
She got no dirty little fingers
Bloodshot eyes are gone

Tell me I’m wrong

Twice as hard
As it was the first time
I said goodbye

And no one ever wanna’ know
Love ain’t funny
A crime in the wink of an eye

Your sister always singing
She play the step child
A broken little memory
Her heart was never kind

Tell me I’m blind

(repeat chorus)

Yeah, bloodshot eyes are gone
Tell me I’m wrong

(repeat chorus 5 times)

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

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As much as the Black Crowes could be counted on for good blues rocking songs, they also had a soft spot for a ballad. This one sang about the tragedy of heroin users:

She Talks to Angels

She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, she’ll tell you she’s an orphan
After you meet her family

She paints her eyes as black as night, now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes,
The pain’s gonna make everything alright

Says she talks to angels,
They call her out by her name
She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes, the hair is from a little boy
And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet

Says she talks to angels,
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name

She don’t know no lover,
None that I ever seen
Yes, to her that ain’t nothing
But to me, yeah me,
It’s everything

She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
Oh yeah, there’s a smile when the pain comes,
The pain’s gonna make everything alright, alright yeah

She talks to angels,
Says they call her out by her name
Oh yeah, yeah, angels
Call her out by her name
Oh, angels
They call her out by her name
Oh, she talks to angels
They call her out
Yeah, they call her out
Don’t you know that they call her out by her name

:rock: :guitar:

Below Chris Robinson puts on his best Mick impression:

[ABlairican Pie]

Now Guns N' Roses had a bit of competition in the hard rock-roots revival in the Black Crowes. Below the Crowes have a Rolling Stone cover story--which, given their hostility to the rock press, is an amazing achievement.

But, the Crowes had a point about the rock press that has been made often:
Rock journalists write about music because they can't play it themselves. (Which reminds me, it's time for guitar practice. ;) )

Hard to Handle

Baby here I am
I’m the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta’ come home with me

I have got some good old lovin’
And I got some more in store
When I get through throwin’ it on you
You gotta’ come back for more

(chorus)

Boys and things that come by the dozen
That ain’t nothin’ but drugstore lovin’
Hey little thing let me light your candle
’cause mama I’m sure hard to handle, now,
Gets around

Action speaks louder than words
And I’m a man of great experience
I know you’ve got another man
But I can love you better than him

Take my hand don’t be afraid
I’m gonna prove every word I say
I’m advertising love for free
So you can place your ad with me

(chorus)

Boys come along a dime by the dozen
That ain’t nothing but ten cent lovin’
Hey little thing let me light your candle
’cause mama I’m sure hard to handle, now,
Gets around

(repeat verse 1)

(repeat chorus 1)

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Meanwhile, on the other side of the country, Seattle progressive metal warriors Queensryche followed up their stellar Operation: Mindcrime release with a totally solid album that moved away from their concept album aspirations: 1990's Empire. The album featured great songs such as "Jet City Woman," "Another Rainy Night", and the title track, but the album also contained a song that made people from making constant Iron Maiden comparisons--and instead make Pink Floyd comparisons, with the power ballad "Silent Lucidity," a tender track with fine guitar work--that oddly sounded very reminescent of the song "Mother" from The Wall album. :eek: But regardless, the song, as very much the entire album, stands up on its own.

The album opens with a powerful track about learning to overcome crippling disabilities and believing in oneself, written from the point of view of a gunshot victim:

Best I Can

A child alone in Daddy's room
The gun was hidden their
No one home to catch me when I fall

A young man now in a private chair
I've seen the world through a bitter stare
But my dream is still alive
I'm going to be the best I can

I want to be a busy man
I want to see a change in the future
I'm gonna make the best of what I have
I want to write for a magazine
I'm gonna be the best they've ever seen
I know I'll win if I give it all I can

CHORUS
I won't let go, gotta make the grade
No, I won't let go
to be the best man, the best man that I can

Back street hoop star you've got it good
You uwere the wonder of the crumbling neighborhood
Now taking bids on the next six digit plan
Showed me that my will survived
The tragedy that came into my life
Giving me hope and the new start
That I have

CHORUS

Step by step I dream the plan
]From my chair to walking man
This constant dream is on my mind
Caaase the light I see ahead
Luminate the path I tread
I live to be the best I can

Now I'm moving forward
And I'm never looking back
Straight ahead, focused on the big attack
On a roll and I'm never slowing down
I won't be torn between
The man in the chair
And the man that's in my dream
I'm going to melt the two men into one

CHORUS

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

[ABlairican Pie]

This song refers to Seattle, the Jet City, where the main headquarters of Boeing was (still then) located. The jet sound effects were most likely recorded at Sea-Tac Airport.

Jet City Woman

Every time I leave
You say you won't be there
And you're always there
Every time I cry your name at night
You pull close and say it's alright
I look in your eyes, just like the rain
Washing me, rain wash over me
Touching your face, I feel the heat of your heartbeat
Echo in my head like a scream
What you do to me!

CHORUS
Waited so long I can't wait another day without you
Jet City Woman
It's a long way, home to my
Jet City Woman
I see her face everywhere, can't get her out of my mind

Whenever I'm alone I'm thinking
There's a part missing from my heart
Wonder where I'd be without your love
Holding me together now I'm
Watching the time tick, tick away
Face grows longer every day
Fortunes are lost on the women I've seen
But without you I can't breathe
You're the air to me!

CHORUS
Jet City woman
Got to find my way home to her
Jet City Woman
I see her face everywhere I look!
Jet City Woman
Just a thousand miles and I'll be there
Jet City Woman, to make the clouds go away
Time for some blue sky!

Waited so long now the plane's delayed
An hour, reminds me of all our days apart
Hold on, just a little longer

Jet City woman
Wonder where I'd be, you're the air to me
Jet City Woman
Eyes like the rain, rain down on me
Jet City woman
No more nights alone
I'm almost home now
Jet City Woman
Close my eyes, I'm there in my Jet City

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

Chris DeGarmo live:

[ABlairican Pie]

And of course, if you're with a Jet City Woman, what kind of night do you expect in Seattle if she's not there? ;) :lol:

Another Rainy Night

Don't slam the door on your way out
Don't leave without saying goodbye
Another long distance night alone
You leave me wanting, always leave me wanting more
Last word today, coming home to stay?
Wouldn't that be nice, for awhile?

But now my take-out food is growing cold
And the candle's burned a hole in the floor
And I'm still waiting for the ring of the phone

CHORUS
I'm all alone
And it's another rainy night, without you
Guess I'll leave the light on for you
It's just another rainy night without you

Listen, there's a foghorn blowing from the coast tornight
Remember making love in the rain?
Strange how laughter looks like crying with no sound
Raindrops taste like tears, without the pain
I'm not much without you, can't leave if I wanted to
Maybe that's why you stay around

But tonight I'll sit here tending the fire
and pace the floor one hundred times in an hour
And check the voice-mail for a message you've called

(voice-mail: "You have no new messages in your mailbox.")

CHORUS

Waiting by the phone, alone
And it's another rainy night without you

Hate the sound of the closing door
And your footseps walking away

But now my takeout food is growing cold
and the candle's burned a hole in the floor
and I'm still waiting for the ring of the phone

CHORUS

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

Queensryche with Seattle's Columbia Tower in the background:

[ABlairican Pie]

Queensryche makes another stab at social commentary:

Empire

(Voice-mail: "New voice-mail message. Saved:"
"--Uh, sorry. It just hit me in the head like a...two-ton heavy thing."
:bonk:

Last night the word came down
Ten dead in Chinatown
Innocent, they're only crime was
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Too bad, people say, what's wrong with the kids today?
Tell you uright now they've got nothing to lose
They're building EMPIRE!

Johnny used to work after school
At the cinema show
Gotta hustle if he wants an education, he's got a long way to go
Now he's out on the street all day
Selling crack to the people who pay
Got an AK-47 for his best friend, business the American way

CHORUS
Eastside meets westside downtown
No time the walls fall down
Can't you feel it coming? EMPIRE!
Can't you hear it calling?

Black man trapped again, holds his chains in his hand
Brother killing brother for the profit of another
Game point, nobody wins
Decline, right on time
What happened to the dream sublime?
Tear it all down we'll put it up again
Another EMPIRE?

CHORUS





Can't someone here stop it...? EMPIRE!
Can't someone here stop it...? EMPIRE!

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

[ABlairican Pie]

This of course was one of the best songs on the album. The album was in a more commercial vein, but they did not compromise the quality of the music. Queensryche had now become bigger than ever and were one of the most talked-about bands in the world. This song and video are excellent, they captured the very surreal feeling of a dream:

Silent Lucidity

Hush now, don't you cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You're lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over... or has it just begun?

There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize it and you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see
This magic new dimension

I- will be watching over you
I- am gonna help you see it through
I- will protect you in the night
I- am smiling next to you, in Silent Lucidity

[spoken during solo]
(Visualize your dream)
(Record it in the present tense)
(Put it into a permanent form)
(If you persist in your efforts)
(You can achieve dream control)
(Dream control)
(How's that then, better?)
(Hug me)

If you open your mind for me
You won't rely on open eyes to see
The walls you built within
Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin
Living twice at once you learn
You're safe from the pain in the dream domain
A soul set free to fly
A round trip journey in your head
Master of illusion, can you realize
Your dream's alive, you can be the guide but...

I- will be watching over you
I- am gonna help to see it through
I- will protect you in the night
I- am smiling next to you....

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Anybody Listening?

You and I
long to live like the wind upon the water.
If we close our eyes, we'll maybe realize
there's more to life than what we have known.
And I can't believe I've spent so long
living lies I know were wrong inside,
I've just begun to see the light.

Long ago there was a dream,
had to make a choice or two.
Leaving all I loved behind,
for what nobody knew.
Stepped out on the stage, a life
under lights and judging eyes.
Now the applause has died and I
can dream again...

Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone that sees what's going on?
Read between the lines,
criticize the words they're selling.
Think for yourself and feel the walls
become sand beneath your feet

Feel the breeze?
Time's so near you can almost taste the freedom.
There's a warm wind from the south.
Hoist the sail and we'll be gone,
by morning this will all seem like a dream.
And if you don't return to sing the song,
maybe just as well.
I've seen the news and there's
not much I can do...alone

Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone who smiles without a mask?
What's behind the words--images
they know will please us?
I'll take what's real. Bring up the lights.

Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone that sees what's going on?
Read between the lines,
criticize the words they're selling.
Think for yourself and feel the walls...
become sand beneath your feet.

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

Michael Wilton live:

[ABlairican Pie]

Resistance

Protests in New York.
Listen to the call of the wild.
Brother, sisters carrying signs.
Breathe deep before it's too late;
The sky is falling, burning your eyes.
Down in New Orleans river's boiling.
Nothing living, nothing to eat.
Thank the Lord, daddy's working 8-5.
Paying the doctor, baby's got cancer.

Give and take.
Has all we've learned been wrong?
Look around at what we've been given.
Maybe we've taken too long.

Resistance- shouts the man on the right.
Can't solve the problem overnight.
Resistance- Listen to the call of the wild.

Burning coal.
Got to keep the company warm as
the rain keeps killing the trees.
Cut 'em down quick.
Pay the man his wage, he's making paper
to fuel the "Information Age".
Out in the midwest,
hear the roar of the plough,
turning grassland into sand.
Got to feed the people more every day
but the wind keeps blowing the land away.

Give and take.
Has all we've learned been wrong?
Look around at what we've been given.
Maybe we've taken too long.

Resistance- shouts the man on the right.
Can't solve the problem overnight.
Resistance- Liberal opposition crying violation.
Stop the madness.
Resistance- Through the din, one voice we should hear.
Resistance- Listen to the call of the wild.

There's no easy solution.
The price is high, and it's time to pay.
Turn of the century vision
focused on a better way.
Resistance- shouts the man on the right.
Can't solve the problem overnight.

Resistance- Liberal opposition crying violation.
Stop the madness.
Resistance- Through the din, one voice we should hear.
Resistance- Listen to the call of the wild.

Geoff Tate:

[ABlairican Pie]

One of the other indications that rock was venturing back into its roots was the new "unplugged" craze that was taking MTV by storm. Of course, the roots of rock were basically electric, except if you wanted to head way back into the Mississippi Delta in the 30's, but everyone was getting a craving to strip down rock and explore a new sound and freshness. For an electric band, going acoustic could be great way to re-invent oneself, but sometimes, a song just had to be electric to get the full impact. But when an electric song went acoustic, it could add a whole new dimension.

One band who were no strangers to the unplugged phenomenon were Tesla, with their 1990 album, Five Man Acoustical Jam, where they covered the hit by the 70's band Five Man Electrical Band. It became one of Tesla's most popular songs:

Signs

And the sign says "Long-haired freaky people need not
apply"
So I put my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said you look like a fine outstanding young man, I think
you'll do
So I took off my hat, I said "Imagine that, huh, me working
for you"

[Chorus:]
Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs
f:censored:in' up the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign

And the sign says "Anybody caught trespassing will be shot
on sight"
So I jumped the fence and I yelled at the house
Hey! What gives you the right!
To put up a fence and keep me out, or to keep Mother Nature in
If God was here, he'd tell it to your face, man, you're some
kind of sinner

[Chorus]

Oh, say now mister, can't you read
You got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can't watch, no you can't eat, you ain't supposed to be here

And the sign says "You got to have a membership card to get
inside" - uh!

[Solo]

And the sign says "Everybody welcome, come in, kneel down
and pray"
But then they passed around a plate at the end of it all
And I didn't have a penny to pay
So I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own f:censored:in' sign
I said, "Thank you Lord for thinking 'bout me, I'm alive
and doing fine", oh

[Chorus 2x]

Yes! Some old song, called "Signs Signs", I wish we
did write that one, but
We didn't - wow!

Alright

[ABlairican Pie]

Living Colour's second offering, Time's Up, did not match the potential of Vivid, but the album did have some very respectable standout tracks, including "Type" and everyone's favorite breakup song, "Love Rears Its Ugly Head."

This song is excellent and so underrated, the lyrics are wild:

Type

Stereotype
Monotype
Blood type
Are you my type?
Minimalism
Abstract expressionism
Postmodernism
Is it?

We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real

Corporate religion
Televangahypnotism
Suffer till you die
For the sweet-bye-and-bye
Science and technology, the new mythology
Look deep inside
Empty

We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real

Everything that goes around
Comes around

Hypothetical
Theoretical
Circumstantial evidence
Irrelevance
Don't think twice
Just roll the dice
Pay the price
Snake eyes

We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real

We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where your fate has been sealed
This is the time when your life is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real

Everything that goes around
Comes around...

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Love Rears Its Ugly Head

I always thought our relationship was cool
You played the role of having sense
I always played the fool
Now something's different
I don't know the reason why
Whenever we separate
I almost want to cry

Chorus:
Oh no, please not that again
Love rears up its ugly head

And when i come home late you don't complain or call
So as a consequence i don't go out at all
My friends are frightened
They don't know what's going on
They think you put a spell on me
And now my mind is gone

Chorus

Love's not so bad they say
But you never know where love is gonna go

Does anybody really know?

I'm standing at the altar
As they play the wedding march
I'm in a black tuxedo with my collar full of starch
She looks as lovely as she's ever gonna get
I wake up from this nightmare in a pool of sweat

Chorus

What you gonna do
What you gonna do when it comes and gets you?

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

This next song Living Colour dueted with rock and roll pioneer Little Richard for a harangue at a white rock icon who allegedly "stole" rock and roll from people of color who created it. Fans of the King may loathe this song--in fact, Megadeth's Marty Friedman said he despised it so much and that it was a lie, Elvis was really alive and well and living in Argentina! ;)--but one must remember that many believe the history of rock and roll has been a little too twisted around in favor of its white founders. Little Richard probably was a good choice to sing with on the song, seeing that he was shut out for the most part in it--but then again, he left repeatedly because he could not reconcile himself as a jaded homosexual playing "the Devil's music" while studying to be a preacher.

Elvis is Dead

Tabloids scream
Elvis seen at a shopping mall
That’s the kind of talk
That makes my stomach crawl

Picture a zombie elvis
In a tacky white jump suit
Just imagine a rotting elvis
Shopping for fresh fruit

You can’t ’cause

Chorus:
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead
Elvis is dead

When the king died
He was all alone
I heard that when he died
He was sitting on his throne

Alas poor elvis
They made us know you well
Now you dwell forever
In the heartbreak hotel

Chorus

Elvis was a hero to most
But that’s beside the point
A black man taught him how to sing
And then he was crowned king

The pelvis of elvis
Too dangerous for the masses

They cleaned him up and sent him to vegas
Now the masses are his slave
Slave? slave
Yes, even from the grave

Elvis is dead

[sampled voices]

I’ve got a reason to believe
We all won’t be received at graceland
I’ve got a reason to believe
We all won’t be received at graceland
I’ve got a reason to believe
We all won’t be received at graceland
I’ve got a reason to believe
We all won’t be received at graceland

Chorus

:elvis:

[ABlairican Pie]

80's Bay Area rockers Y & T released Ten, to celebrate ten years together, which yielded a radio single, "Don't Be Afraid of the Dark."

Don't Be Afraid of the Dark

In the dark - there ain't no distractions
Take it off - the mask won't let you see
Ain't lettin' up till you unleash all your emotions
I'll be here waiting
Got love, if you want it
Aw, we'll take it as it comes
Touch by touch - little by little
I'll unchain your heart
Don't be afraid of the dark
Take my hand - little by little
We'll break down these walls
Don't be afraid of the dark

In the light - you hide what you're feeling
In your eyes - you wanna let me know
Rise above and old wounds will start healing
I'll be here waiting
Got love, if you want it
We'll take it as it comes

Touch by touch - little by little
I'll unchain your heart
Don't be afraid of the dark
Take my hand - little by little
We'll break down these walls
Don't be afraid of the dark

From my hand - to your heart
Love is what we make it - ready
We'll feel our way
Don't need words to say

[ABlairican Pie]

Y & T, whose name stood for Yesterday and Tomorrow, also released Best of Y & T, which featured the rocking song we have seen in the 1983 section, "Mean Streak", but their most popular hit we can't forget:

Summertime Girls

Ooh yeah, I
Just wanna watch the girls, goin' by...
It's like poetry in motion
against a hot summer sky.
I'm in love, yeah yeah...
at least every minute or two...
until the next time a girl walks by
I think I love her too

I can't help myself
but I just loose my head
everytime you see 'em walkin' by...

Summertime Girls
You make my whole world go around
Summertime Girls
When you lift me up
I never come down, no, no...

She's hot!
I dig her wiggle and all that shake
I can read that body language, yeah
a million miles away
Sometimes I, yeah come on just a bit, a bit too strong
But I just like to pretend, yes.
that I can have 'em all.

No time, time to catch my breath
so easily impressed
it doesn't matter if it's day or night

Summertime Girls
You make my whole world go around
Summertime Girls
But when you lift me up
I never come down, no, no...

Solo: Dave Meniketti

Come here girls...

Summertime Girls
You make my whole world go around
Summertime Girls
When you lift me up
I never come down, no, no...

Summertime Girls
Oh baby..You make my whole world go around
Summertime Girls
The way you lift me up
I never come down, no, no...

Summertime Girls
Summertime Girls
Summertime Girls
You make my whole world go around
Summertime Girls

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

[ABlairican Pie]

Robert Plant released another rocking album with Manic Nirvana, which featured many references to the 60's with songs such as "Tie-Dye on the Highway," about Woodstock.

Hurting Kind

She's the girl of my dreams
She's the girl on my mind She's got plenty for the fool
'Cos she's the hurting kind
I lost my heart in the East Another part in the West
You better jump back baby You're the girl I love the best
I'm gonna ride the wind There's nothing I won't do
I'm coming up real fast I got my eyes on you,
yeah See you're eyes of love Well tell me what you see
I see your long black hair Moving over me, yeah
Oh yes, I feel good now now
Let's talk about love, let's talk about love Let's talk about love, let's talk about it
Alright, alright, alright, I got my eyes on you
Alright, alright, alright, I got my eyes on you, yeah
With my heart over here Another part over there
I still got pretty love And baby I don't care
Oh, let's talk about love, let's talk about love
Let's talk about love, Alright, alright, alright, I got my eyes on you
Alright, alright, alright, I got my eyes on you
Yeah, oh, oh, let's talk about it, aah!
Don't blame me Oh, won't hurt you Don't blame me
It's plain to see you know that it'll be Yeah, oh, oooooh!
Aah, aah, aah She's the girl of my dreams She's the girl on my mind
She's got plenty for the fool The hurting kind
Gonna round the world Nothing I won't do

Coming up real fast I got my eyes on you
Alright, alright, alright, I got my eyes on you
Alright, alright, alright, I got my eyes on you
Alright, alright, alright, I got my eyes on you
Alright, alright, alright, I got my eyes on you
Alright, alright, alright, I got my eyes on you
Alright, alright, alright, I got my eyes on you Oooh!
Alright, alright, alright, I got my eyes on you
Alright, alright, alright, I got my eyes on you ...

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

[ABlairican Pie]

Most likely this next song was recorded on what would have been the 20th anniversary of Woodstock. Plant was apparently interested in re-living a more innocent past when ideals meant something to a generation of young people. He was very much a hippie at heart. It was also the time that the band which brought him to prominence was heading out into worldwide fame.

Tie Dye on the Highway

Good morning What we have in mind
is breakfast in bed for four hundred thousand
Tie dye on the highway See the garlands in your hair
If you're goin' my way, come along
What a beautiful sky at we just have to stop and stare
See the beautiful colours fill the air
(Just a messengers of peace)
Oh do you remember across the burning years
Sweet smell of the mystery, I recall
Hey, mi amigo, With a smile through all my fears
Old how it lingers, touched our souls
With the messengers of peace And the company of love
All the Passion and release
And the love from up above
Aah, Say you will come back with me Say you will come back
We must be in heaven man!

Oh yeah, now come on Tie dye on the highway
The wheels still turning round Dance the .... Take my hand
Hope springs eternal and laughter spilling sound
Movin in the mystic wasted land
With the messenger of peace And the company of love
All the fashion that release And the love will never die
You know that it is true From the desert in my heart
With the innocence of love All the fashion that release And the love will never die
Aah, Say you will come back with me Say you will come back
Aah Say you will come back with me Say you will come back
.. ... Jesus loves you, Jesus loves you ..

peace: peacesign: :rock: :guitar:

[ABlairican Pie]

Here is a very good song from the album:

Your Ma Said You Cried In Your Sleep Last Night

Your ma said you cried in your sleep last night
Your ma said you cried in your sleep last night
Should have seen the look in her eye
I had to tell her some little white lies
I know I haven't been so true to you
I know I haven't been so true to you
Don't you cry, don't you cry, don't you cry no more
Ain't it gonna be the way it was before
Ooh, I love you, ooh, I love you
Let me kiss you, let me hold you tight
Ooh, I love you, ooh, I love you so much

My ma said I cried, my ma said I cried My ma said I cried
, my ma said I cried Your ma said you cried in your sleep last night
Oh yeah All the other guys got their eyes on you
All the other guys got their eyes on you
I'm comin' home, comin' home, comin' home for sure
Ain't it gonna be the way it was before
Ooh, I love you, ooh, I love you
Let me kiss you, let me hold you tight
Ooh, I love you, ooh, I love you Ooh,
I need you so much, and My ma said I cried,
my ma said I cried Your ma said I cried in your sleep last night

Said ah-hey hey mama said the way you move
Gonna make you sweat gonna make you groove
'Cos I love you, mm I love you
Now, ah-ah-child said the way you swing
Gonna make you burn gonna make you sting
Ooh, 'cos I love, oh, 'cos I love you so much
And your ma said I cried, my ma said I cried
My ma said I cried in my sleep last night
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Na na na na na ....

Led Zeppelin reunites briefly for Jason Bonham's wedding:

[ABlairican Pie]

Robert Plant with then-KISW dj Kathy Faulkner (on the right) during a stop in Seattle 1990:

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On June 30 at the Knebworth Festival in England, the former members of Led Zeppelin reunited for one time for a show. Below is Jimmy Page:

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On June 30, the former members of Led Zeppelin reunited for one show at England's Knebworth Festival. Below is Jimmy Page:

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Here are Robert Plant and Jimmy Page live at Knebworth on June 30, 1990. Would there be any more reunions??

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After spending the 80's trying to revive their sagging solo careers, Ted Nugent
teamed up with guitarist Tommy Shaw of Styx and bassist Jack Blades of Night Ranger, along with drummer Michael Cartellone and all three released an album a little different from any of them had done in their respective bands. The name of the group was Damn Yankees, and they hit it off with a pop rocking hit with great harmonies, "Coming of Age."

Coming of Age

Dressed to kill and lookin’ dynomite,
with her high-laced stockings and her sweater so tight.
I asked her her name, she said her name was "Maybe."

Well she walked up to me, and she asked me to chance
I said, "I am lookin’ for some wild romance,"
She gave me a wink--she said I should think about it, maybe

She said, "What you got babe, is what I need.
Your kind of love got me on my knees."
I’m so tied up
What you got got a hold on me, your kind of love make a man outta me
I’m so tied up, you got me so fired up

Little sister, hits the stage
She can’t help it, she’s comin’ of age
Little junior, he’s all in a rage
Did you notice she was comin’ of age

If looks could kill, I’d be dead on the floor
You got me all tied up, honey, beggin’ for more
Somebody call a doctor, I think I’m goin’ crazy

(Because) What you got, babe, is what I need
Your kind of love got me on my knees
I’m so tied up
What you got got a hold on me
Your kind of love make a man outta me
I’m so tied up
You got me so fired up

Little sister, hits the stage
She can’t help it, she’s comin’ of age
Little junior, he’s all in a rage
Did you notice she was come, come, comin’ of....

[various ooohs and yells]

Little sister, hits the stage
She can’t help it, she’s comin’ of age
Little junior, he’s all in a rage
Did you notice she was come, come, comin' of...
Did you notice she was come, come, comin' of age
She's come, come, comin' of age
Yeah she come, she come, she come

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

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Here was a ballad that hit the airwaves. Can anyone imaging The Nuge doing a BALLAD?? :eek:

High Enough

I don't wanna hear about it anymore
It's a shame I've got to live without you anymore
There's a fire in my heart
A pounding in my brain
It's driving me crazy

We don't need to talk about it anymore
Yesterday's just a memory
Can we close the door
I just made one mistake
I didn't know what to say when you called me baby

Don't say goodnight
Say you're gonna stay forever
Oh oo Oh, all the way

Can you take me high enough
To fly me over (fly me over) yesterday
Can you take me high enough
It's never over
Yesterday's just a memory (yesterday's just a memory and)

I don't want to live without you anymore
Can't you see I'm in misery
And you know for sure
I would live and die for you
And I'd know just what to do when you call me baby

Don't say goodbye
Say you're gonna stay forever
Oh oo Oh, all the way

Can you take me high enough
Can you fly me over (fly me over) yesterday
Can you take me high enough
It's never over
Yesterday's just a memory, I'm running
I was running for the door
The next thing I remember
I was running back for more
Yeah...

Don't say goodbye
Say you're gonna stay forever
Oh oo Oh, all the way (all the way, all the way, yeah)

Can you take me high enough
Can you fly me over (fly me over) yesterday
Can you take me high enough
It's never over
Woh oo oh oo oh oo oh

Can you take me high enough
Won't you fly me over (won't you fly me over) yesterday
Can you take me high enough
It's never over
Woh oo oh oo oh oo oh

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The album also featured great guitar work from Ted Nugent, who had replaced his trademark Gibson Byrdland semi-hollowbody electric with the new hard body Paul Reed Smith guitar, considered by many to be the best guitar ever made.

Of course these lyrics sound like what you'd expect from the Nuge:

Damn Yankees

Hey brother
Ready for Another
Dose of my Yankee Pride
In the jungle
Ya just might stumble
Onto something that you never tried

Got that right

There was trouble in the east
Worry in the west
Till the wall came tumblin' down
Shift in the sand
Rockets to the madman
Haven't heard a sound

You don't have to worry
Help is on the way
We don't need no "thank you, ma'am"
We know what they're gonna say

(They say) Hey, hey, Damn Yankee
Woh, Oh, Oh, Damn Yankee

(How we doin')

Now I say what I want
And I do what I want
And I go where I want to go
Ain't no strong man
Safe from the hang man
Baby, now, don't ya know

If you need assitance
I'll be on the way
Run into a little resistance
Ya know what they're gonna say

(They say) Hey, hey, Damn Yankee
Woh, oh, oh, Damn Yankee
Hey, hey, Damn Yankee

[guitar solo]

They landed at Plymouth Rock
The kids was ready to roll
Greasy dictator down south of us *
Lost all control *
He didn't have time to see me
He didn't have time to thank me
Suck on the barrel of my hot shotgun
Smile when you say "Damn Yankee"

Hey, hey, Damn Yankee
Woh, oh, oh, Damn Yankee
Hey, hey, Damn Yankee
Woh, oh, oh, Damn Yankee

Damn Yankee
Damn Yankee

patriot:

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Tommy Shaw in his Styx days:

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As much as Ozzy Osbourne was loathe to record live albums ("The songs have been done before, why do them again?"), his record company insisted that he record a new one. Begrudgingly, he gave in. But this time, he decided to record a mini-album with both songs from his solo career and a few tunes from his Black Sabbath days. The album Just Say Ozzy, featured excellent live tracks that highlighted Zakk Wylde's guitar abilities as well as the basswork of his longtime friend, Geezer Butler, who actually left Black Sabbath temporarily to join Ozzy's band. It was just like old times! Oddly enough, Ozzy said that while Geezer was quiet, a perfect gentleman, Zakk was in fact the "madman"--he would carry on and scream and live up to his "wylde" namesake, and make poor Geezer totally cringe! :eek: The group also featured drummer Randy Castillo on drums. Together on the mini-album, they recorded excellent versions of "Shot in the Dark", "Tattoed Dancer", "Bloodbath in Paradise," "Sweet Leaf" and "War Pigs."
Ozzy felt as if this live album was the final cap on one phase of his career.

Was this the end of the Ozzman?? :confused: