Alice in chains
I believe them bones , are me
Some would say , we are born into a grave
I feel so alone , I'm gonna end up a big old pile of .....them bones
What I am trying to say it's not all about tits and bums
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A lot of people diss heavy rock music as brain dead noise
But it's very close to classical music in its intensity and some of the lyrics are superb
Judas Priest
Up here in space , looking down on you
My lasers trace , everything you do
You think you have private lives , think nothing of the kind
I am made of metal , my circuits gleam
I am perpetual , I keep the country clean
I am electric , electric eye , I am electric , electric spy
ANVIL, winged assassins
Machines made for killing at mach speed and more
Sleek in design and loaded for war
Soaring death , no escape
Certain death , widows weep
Alice in chains
I believe them bones , are me
Some would say , we are born into a grave
I feel so alone , I'm gonna end up a big old pile of .....them bones
What I am trying to say it's not all about tits and bums
Sludge, can't you desist? Suggesting those lyrics are anything other than total crap is ludicrous.
Get back to your evening wankathon session.
She had a body like Venus - with arms......
Don't write them like that anymore
Fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me
I saw it , I saw it with my own two eyes
Where can you run to ?
What more can you do ?
No more tomorrow's
Life is killing you
Legal channels have been exhausted
Direct action is the last recourse
Ultramilitant, Ultramilitance
Earth crisis , breed the killers
Say no to hairy herberts who can't sing! Here's some real music with profound lyrics. As a bonus, wicked riffs performed by Uncle Bulgaria.
Put your hand in my pocket
And grab hold of my rocket
Classic , simple , poetic
Judas Priest was the first ever band I saw. They were supporting Cardiff's own Budgie at Barry Memorial Hall and it was the avian combo that I went to see. Anyway, enough of that old tosh....
How about this for prophetic lyrics in the late seventies from another Cardiff band i.e. Lone Star
The Bells of Berlin (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asM8683vfzM)
I can hear the bells ringing and echoing over Berlin
Feel the emotion and sadness that now is within
As the city stands so tall
It's imprisoned behind the wall
One day it must fall
Over and over I ask myself is this a dream
I can hardly imagine the sadness the city has seen
There will come a day
When the chains will fall away
I can feel sadness
I can feel joy
Between the two i'm torn
Day by day now, I can hear people sing
Life must go on
Till the city's reborn again
Oh oh
The bells that are ringing are calling you
Sure I'll be watching the world go by
Search for an answer
There's one to be found
Though that it seems that it's miles away
Its here on the ground
Wildhearts..
I wanna be where the ***** like me are buried six feet underground
Neil Peart. Geezer Butler. Excellent lyricicsts.
Very true
Just between us
I think it's time to recognise
The spaces inbetween ......leave room .....for you and I to grow
Living on a lighted stage approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage
ill equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact
Sorry, but I can't take Anvil seriously after seeing them support Motorhead at St Davids Hall in 83. Lips pulling out a diddo to play the guitar with, and all the teenybobber headbangers, headbanging away at the front, wetting their jeans! The word pathetic sprang to mind. Sludgey I seem to remember you saying that you were on of those teenbopper 'bangers, eh?
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant 'til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Barking of machine gun fire, does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Back to the front
Back to the front
Back to the front
Back to the front
Back to the front