And now we turn to. . .

2000!

The grunge revolt of the nineties had changed the pop landscape for good. In 1990, Billy Joel, Phil Collins, Paula Abdul, Tommy Page, and pop rappers like M.C. Hammer and Vanilla Ice were going strong. By 2000, Billy Joel had retired to compose classical music, Phil Collins had been forgotten, Paula Abdul was a hasbeen, Tommy Page was the answer to a trivia question ("What one-hit wonder from 1991 came from the same town as G. Gordon Liddy, Samuel Alito, and the composer of this post?"), M.C. Hammer had disappeared from the face of the planet, and Vanilla Ice was in cold storage (as seen in the first Austin Powers movie :lol: ).

The grunge revolt may have changed popular music, but rock and roll was not the beneficiary of these changes. A whole new crop of popsters emerged to make life miserable for us, and hip-hop, thanks to Russell Simmons, was dominating the FM airwaves and possibly consigning rock to the dustbin of history. :eek:

It seemed we were going back to the early nineties, only without the Arsenio Hall show. What was next, George Bush's namesake son succeeding Bill Clinton in the White House?

:eek2:

One person who was not standing tall at the turn of the millennium, surprisingly, was Ricky Martin. In 1999, he was hailed as a Latin Elvis and the twenty-first century's first major pop star. But by 2000, it was all over - possibly beause girls realized that solo artist Ricky Martin was the same Ricky Martin who sang in Menudo in the 1980's. :eek:

Ricky Martin released his second English-language album, Sound Loaded, in 2000. It was not exactly the big success his previous LP had been. It soon became apparent that was not the next Elvis, but that he was in fact the new Fabian. Like we needed another one of those. :p

One of the biggest stars of 2000 had, in fact, died 26 years earlier, depicting the inability of the twentieth century's final year (2000 was that because there was no year zero) to produce a performer of comparable quality.

Singer-songwriter Nick Drake had released only three albums between 1969 and his death in 1974. Though praised by critics for his introspective, intense lyricism, Drake never had a large audience while he was alive, and he hated playing concerts as well. After he died, his albums gradually went out of print due to lack of interest.

Then, in 2000, Volkswagen used Drake's song "Pink Moon" in one of its ads. Volkswagen, then enjoying a comeback among young people in the auto market, received numerous inquiries about the title and artist of the song they were using.

As fate would have it, Island Records re-released Nick Drake's three albums that year on CD, with all of the artwork restored - plus lyric sheets. A new generation of fans discovered the work of a forgotten artist in the process.

Pink Moon was originally released in 1972.


Pink Moon - Nick Drake

(Drake)

I saw it written and I saw it say,
Pink moon is on its way.
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get you all.
It's a pink moon,
Yeah, it's a pink moon.
Pink, pink, pink, pink,
Pink moon.

I saw it written and I saw it say,
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get you all.
It's a pink moon.

Drake's first album, Five Leaves Left, was issued in 1969 by Island Records. Produced by Joe Boyd and featuring Fairport Convention leader Richard Thompson on guitar on a few tracks, it marked a change from the self-aggrandizing in British rock toward a quiter, moodier self-analytic style.

"Time Has Told Me" was a hopeful song, but "Day Is Done" was specifically about death and "Fruit Tree" all but prophesized Drake's fate for being remembered more than known.

Time Has Told Me -Nick Drake

Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find its shore.

So i`ll leave the ways that are making me be
What i really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love
What i really don't want to love.

Time has told me
You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint
A rose with no thorn.

Your tears they tell me
There's really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say.

And time will tell you
To stay by my side
To keep on trying
'til there's no more to hide.

So leave the ways that are making you be
What you really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making you love
What you really don't want to love.

Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
For some day our ocean
Will find its shore.

Day Is Done - Nick Drake

When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.

When the day is done
Hope so much your race will be all run
Then you find you jumped the gun
Have to go back where you'd begun
When the day is done.

When the night is cold
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the night is cold.

When the bird has flown
Got no-one to call your own
Got no place to call your home
When the bird has flown.

When the game's been fought
You speed the ball across the court
Lost much sooner than you would have thought
Now the game's been fought.

When the party's through
Seems so very sad for you
Didn't do the things you meant to do
Now there's no time to start anew
Now the party's through.

When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.

Fruit Tree - Nick Drake

Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound
It can never flourish
Till its stalk is in the ground
So men of fame
Can never find a way
Till time has flown
Far from their dying day.

Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ruin
From a much updated style.

Life is but a memory
Happened long ago
Theatre full of sadness
For a long forgotten show.

Seems so easy
Just to let it go on by
Till you stop and wonder
Why you never wondered why
Safe in a womb of an everlasting night
You find the darkness can give the brightest light.

Safe in your place deep in the earth
That's when they'll know
What you are really worth.

Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ruin
From a much updated style.

Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound
It can never flourish
Till its stalk is in the ground
So men of fame can never find a way
Till time has flown far from their dying day.

Fruit tree
Fruit tree
No one knows you but the rain and the air
Don't you worry
They'll stand and stare when you're gone.

Fruit tree
Fruit tree
Open your eyes to another year
They will know that you were here
When you are gone.

We discussed Drake's 1970 album Bryter Layter briefly in the seventies thread. Let's revisit that album, shall we? :D

Bryter Layter was an unexpected sophomore effort from Drake after his quiet debut album. Bryter Layter was an ambitious song cycle with more inventive lyrics and more elaborate arrangements. Fairport Convention members Richard Thompson and Dave Mattacks (on drums) made guest appaerances, as did John Cale of the Velvet Underground. The LP drew comparisons to Van Morrison's own second album, 1968's Astral Weeks.

Choice songs from Bryter Layter inculded "Hazey Jane II" (which came before Hazey Jane I"!), At The Chime of a City Clock," and "Northern Sky."

Hazey Jane II - Nick Drake

And what will happen in the morning when the world it gets
so crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning?

And what will happen in the evening in the forest with the weasel
with the teeth that bite so sharp when you're not looking in the evening?

And all the friends that you once knew are left behind they kept you safe
and so secure amongst the books and all the records of your lifetime. . . .

What will happen
In the morning,
When the world it gets so crowded that you can't look out the window
in the morning?

Hey, take a little while to grow your brother's hair
And now, take a little while to make your sister fair.
And now that the family
Is part of a chain
Take off your eyeshade
Start over again.

Now take a little while to find your way in here
Now take a little while to make your story clear.
Now that you're lifting
Your feet from the ground
Weigh up your anchor
And never look round.

Let's sing a song
For Hazey Jane
She's back again in my mind.
If songs were lines
In a conversation
The situation would be fine.

At The Chime Of A City Clock - Nick Drake

A city freeze
Get on your knees
Pray for warmth and green paper.
A city drought
You're down and out
See your trousers don't taper.
Saddle up
Kick your feet
Ride the range of a London street
Travel to a local plane
Turn around and come back again.

And at the chime of the city clock
Put up your road block
Hang on to your crown.
For a stone in a tin can
Is wealth to the city man
Who leaves his armour down.

Stay indoors
Beneath the floors
Talk with neighbours only.
The games you play
Make people say
You're either weird or lonely.
A city star
Won't shine too far
On account of the way you are
And the beads
Around your face
Make you sure to fit back in place.

And at the beat of the city drum
See how your friends come in twos;
Or threes or more.
For the sound of a busy place
Is fine for a pretty face
Who knows what a face is for.

The city clown
Will soon fall down
Without a face to hide in.
And he will lose
If he won't choose
The one he may confide in.
Sonny boy
With smokes for sale
Went to ground with a face so pale
And never heard
About the change
Showed his hand and fell out of range.

In the light of a city square
Find out the face that's fair
Keep it by your side.
When the light of the city falls
You fly to the city walls
Take off with your bride.

But at the chime of a city clock
Put up your road block
Hang on to your crown.
For a stone in a tin can
Is wealth to the city man
Who leaves his armour down.

Northern Sky - Nick Drake

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

I've been a long time that I'm waiting
Been a long that I'm blown
I've been a long time that I've wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new mind's eye.

Would you love me for my money
Would you love me for my head
Would you love me through the winter
Would you love me 'til I'm dead
Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high.

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

(All songs are by Nick Drake.)

Why are you the only one posting in this thread? lol

Among of Nick Drake's new generation of fans was, of all people, actor Brad Pitt. Pitt was quickly becoming Hollywood's golden boy, the man men wanted to be like and women wanted to be with. He was the equivalent of the big man on campus. Nick Drake was nothng like that; he was the equivalent of the poetry geek that got picked on by the jocks and rejected for dates by the girls. And yet Brad Pitt could relate to Drake's work. It was a testament both to Pitt's all-around good-guy personality and the ability of Drake's songs to tap into something deep in the feelings of listeners that at long last gave his work the respect it deserved.

Pink Moon, acclaimed for its stellar sound and naked feel, featured several arresting songs, but this one - "Things Behind The Sun" - might have been his masterpiece.

Things Behind The Sun - Nick Drake

(Drake)

Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say.
Look around you find the ground
Is not so far from where you are
But not too wise
For down below they never grow
They're always tired and charms are hired
From out of their eyes
Never surprise.

Take your time and you'll be fine
And say a prayer for people there
Who live on the floor
And if you see what's meant to be
Don't name the day or try to say
It happened before.

Don't be shy you learn to fly
And see the sun when day is done
If only you see
Just what you are beneath a star
That came to stay one rainy day
In autumn for free
Yes, be what you'll be.
Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say.

Open up the broken cup
Let goodly sin and sunshine in
Yes that's today.
And open wide the hymns you hide
You find reknown while people frown
At things that you say
But say what you'll say
About the farmers and the fun
And the things behind the sun
And the people round your head
Who say everything's been said
And the movement in your brain
Sends you out into the rain.

(The publicity-shy Nick Drake, below, fooling around with a camera.)

Why are you the only one posting in this thread? lol


I started it so the Cap'n could just join in when he's ready. :D

Steve and Cap'n, you guys have written some pretty good reviews. However, I am slightly disappointed in the albums you both choose. What makes you decide which albums get reviewed and which ones do not? Like for example, Cap'n did a review of Rush's Grace Under Pressure, but never did ones for Power Windows and Roll The Bones. Also, I don't think either one of you have done a Van Halen album or a Bruce Springsteen album (not even Born In The USA).

I started it so the Cap'n could just join in when he's ready. :DWOW!!!! I was all about to start the 2000's thread, but you beat me to the punch!!! It's cool that I inspired someone else to do it!!! :rock:

Steve and Cap'n, you guys have written some pretty good reviews. However, I am slightly disappointed in the albums you both choose. What makes you decide which albums get reviewed and which ones do not? Like for example, Cap'n did a review of Rush's Grace Under Pressure, but never did ones for Power Windows and Roll The Bones. Also, I don't think either one of you have done a Van Halen album or a Bruce Springsteen album (not even Born In The USA). Actually, I did cover Power Windows in my 80's thread, but the last segment of the 90's Part 2 thread was a "Stuff We Missed" section of bands or other information and trivia not covered previously. After a while, I started focusing on band videos and other things, but I SHOULD put in "The Big Money" from Power Windows, or even better yet, a little something from Rush I forgot to put in for the year 1990....

DIdn't someone do Born In The USA? I know I covered Darkness On the Edge of Town. :confused:

DIdn't someone do Born In The USA? I know I covered Darkness On the Edge of Town. :confused:I'm sure I did Born In the U.S.A. That was in the 80's thread about several eons ago.

Well, now we finally made it to the year:

Y2K!!!!!

or: Year 2 thousand; K=kilo (thousand)

and it was an interesting year to start off a new decade, new century, and new millenium!! Many fears about the "Y2K Bug" affecting computers were averted when technicians worked overtime to make sure that the machines did not revert back to thinking "1900" now that calendars had reached a new set of digits. New Year's celebrations all over the world continued on without incident, as people woke up relieved things were all in one piece.

As far as music was concerned, let us proceed to an album that seemed to capture the shaky mood of the times....

One long-awaited album was the release of Iron Maiden's Brave New World, their first since the return of vocalist Bruce Dickinson and guitarist Adrian Smith. The band had now become a six-piece, with not two but three guitarists, veteran member Dave Murray, returning member Adrian, and Janick Gers, who had served during the interim in Smith's absence. Things had worked out so well with Gers that the band kept him on as well. He was so well-liked, a peacemaker to the band, and a decent guitarist as well. The band decided to find a place for all three guitarists to work together in the studio and on tour.

The new album featured such successful tracks as "Wicker Man", based on the movie of the same name starring horror actor Christopher Lee, "The Ghost Of the Navigator", "Out Of the Silent Planet", "Blood Brothers", and the title track. Fans hearing "Wicker Man" for the first time were amazed and ecstatic: The Maiden was back. It was like Bruce had never left, and the warm vibe between band members since reuniting helped the quality of the music. The album was a venture into more progressive metal territory, with literary and cinematic themes abounding throughout the collection of songs and more elaborate compositions. Fans braced themselved for the major world tour that was about to follow.

The album cover for the new disk was the last created by long-time illustrator
Derek Riggs, who had designed the Eddies on all the album covers since the early days. He left over disagreements with the band over creative direction, and now it was time to new artists for their famed macabre mascot. The album cover fit in so well with the theme of the new year 2000: a dazzling world of the future, having progressed to astounding heights of technology, and yet a fearsome, sinister presence loomed over them.

The Wicker Man

Hand of fate is moving and the finger points to you
He knocks you to your feet and so what are you gonna do
Your tongue has frozen now you've got something to say
The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way

You watch the world exploding every single night
Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light
Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death
Hello to eternity and live for every breath

Your time will come, your time will come
Your time will come, your time will come

The ferryman wants his money you ain't going to give it back
He can push his own boat as you set up off the track
Nothing you can contemplate will ever be the same
Every second is a new spark, sets the universe aflame

You watch the world exploding every single night
Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light
Brothers and their fathers joining hands and make a chain
The shadow of the Wicker Man is rising up again

Your time will come, your time will come
Your time will come, your time will come

Your time will come, your time will come
Your time will come, your time will come
Your time will come, your time will come
Your time will come, your time will come

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

One pleasant surprise with Maiden's new album was that the band did not change their trademark sound style and sound much at all to please radio programmers and the like for the sake of trendiness, showing that they were not about to deviate from their tried-and-true path, like so many of their peers (such as Metallica). Maiden were in fact beginning to focus on their strengths as a band and came out with something more compelling than what was popular. Fans were not disappointed. However, this was the era of NU-metal (call it sNUze-metal :sleep2: ), and while most major cities on the tours reported sell-out or near sell-out shows, some venues, such as the Tacoma Dome in the major port city of Tacoma, about 40 miles south of Seattle, were rather underattended. nearly half of the Dome was sectioned off to hold a beer garden on the empty side. It was disappointing that the band did not fill to capacity, as it would have ten years before, but then again, this was Seattle, (or Tacoma, to be specific), the Grunge-town which had built a notorious reputation for being against all things metal, according to common perception. But now a new form of "metal" had long supplanted grunge, and it appeared unlikely that fans of Korn and Limp Bizkit were going to give the time of the day to any band that didn't measure up to their impression of mall-jammer metal. Maiden was frustrated that radio ignored them for years though they were mainstays of metal only ten years before. The band was being embraced for their epic progressive metal all over the world, though for the most part underrepresented by the mainstream in America.

At the concert held there in September of 2000, Bruce Dickinson went on his onstage rants addressing the frustrating problem affecting the music industry, saying he was sick to death of all things ranging from Hollywood's version of music, J-Lo (who was known for what she *wasn't* wearing with a provocative dress at the Grammies), and Korn, the new overhyped leaders of trendoid rap-metal. Where was the real metal? Pretty much the Maiden were playing it! :cool: One highbrow concert reviewer poked fun at Dickinson's comment that in spite of naysayers saying that "metal was dead", the singer announced, "Look up, the (metal) resurgence is all around you!" The reviewer pointed out that he was saying that to a half-capacity crowd! Some metal resurgence, huh? Regardless, the crowd may have been smaller than anticipated, but they were seriously hardcore-and wild!! A mosh-pit, something new for Maiden, even formed near the front. Dickinson appeared to be pointing out a troublemaker near the front of the stage, saying "All right, that's beautiful, sport, I'll have to come down, tear off your head and s:censored: down your neck!!" :mad: (A line he obviously borrowed from the 1983 comedy movie "Dr. Detroit" starring Dan Aykroyd.) I found out later that there was no troublemaker, that was one of his little onstage quips to get people worked up to make the show more exciting. It was already exciting--it was the MAIDEN!!! The set was designed like a post-apocalyptic city in ruins, during a few songs, Dickinson (now sporting short hair rather than his long locks from years before), jumped on pullies fasted to bar railings and slid across the length of the bars. The band focused on many songs from the Blaze Bailey era of Maiden, as Bruce said at the show he didn't want to focus on the older, familiar material, though they did play much of that. On their hit "The Trooper", one enthusiastic fan did a drum solo on my back!
:lol: :rock:

All in all, it doesn't take much to have a metal resurgence, does it? :cool:

The Ghost Of the Navigator

I have sailed to many lands, now I make my final journey
On the bow I stand, west is where I go
Through the night I plough, still my heart, calculate and pray
As the compass swings, my will is strong, I will not be led astray
Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun
But I know, but I know, but I know

I see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me

Take my heart and set it free, carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run, navigator's son,
Chasing rainbows all my days

Where I go I do not know, I only know the place I've been
Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so,
Nothing's real until you feel

I steer between the crashing rocks, the sirens call my name
Lash my hands onto the helm, blood surging with the strain
I will not fail now as sunrise comes the darkness left behind
For eternity I follow on there is no other way
Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun
But I know, I know

I see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me

Take my heart and set it free, carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run, Navigator's son
Chasing rainbows all my days

Where I go I do not know, I only know the place I've been
Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so
Nothing's real until you feel

I see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me

Take my heart and set it free, carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run, Navigator's son
Chasing rainbows all my days

Where I go I do not know, I only know the place I've been
Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so
Nothing's real until you feel

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

The Wicker Man:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xc7_h5Lpq-g


"The Wicker Man" single covers:

On February 29, 2000 - Leap Day - Steely Dan, guitarist/bassist Walter Becker and keyboardist/vocalist Donald Faigen, leapt back into the limelight with Two Against Nature, their first album of new material in twenty years.

Two Against Nature was a long time coming but worth the wait, as it contained some of Becker and Faigen's sharpest songs since Pretzel Logic. As always, the songs were about dubious, twisted individuals. "Cousin Dupree," the album's first single, was about a musician attracted to his sexy cousin; "Janie Runaway" celebrated the joys of a relationship with a missing minor; "Whht A Shame About Me," one of the tamer songs on the album, chronicled a college-educated loser.

Despite all of this, Two Against Nature won the Album of the Year Grammy in 2001. :D :eek:

Cousin Dupree - Steely Dan

Well I've kicked around a lot since high school,
I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs.
From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band
To haulin' boss crude in the big rigs.
Now I've come back home to plan my next move
From the comfort of my Aunt Faye's couch,
When I see my little cousin Janine walk in,
All I could say was "Ow-ow-ouch!"

(CHORUS)
Honey how you've grown,
Like a rose.
Well we used to play
When we were three,
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree?

She turned my life into a living hell
In those little tops and tight capris,
I pretended to be readin' the National Probe
As I was watchin' her wax her skis.
On Saturday night she walked in with her date
And backs him up against the wall,
I tumbled off the couch and heard myself sing
In a voice I never knew I had before.

(CHORUS)

I'll teach you everything I know
If you teach me how to do that dance
Life is short and quid pro quo
And what's so strange about a down-home family romance?

One night we're playin' gin by a cracklin' fire,
And I decided to make my play .
I said, "Babe, with my boyish charm and good looks,
How can you stand it for one more day?"
She said, "Maybe its the skeevy look in your eyes,
Or that your mind has turned to applesauce. . .
The dreary architecture of your soul."
I said - "But what is it exactly turns you off?"

(CHORUS)

How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree?
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree?


Janie Runaway - Steely Dan

It must have been my lucky Thursday,
Your dad went on that spree.
Before the crew could put out the fires
You hopped a bus for NYC.
Down in Tampa the future looked desperate and dark,
Now you're the wonderwaif of Gramercy Park.

Who makes the morning fabulous?
Who says today's a fun day?
Why do I feel like sailing again?
Honey it's you - Janie Runaway.

Let's grab some takeout from Dean and DeLuca,
A hearty gulping wine.
You be the showgirl and I'll be Sinatra
Way back in '59.
Sweetness in heels - look at you - in long black gloves.
Come to Ol' Blue eyes, tell me - who do you love?

Who makes the traffic interesting,
Rescues a dreary Sunday?
Who makes me feel like painting again?
Honey it's you - Janie Runaway.

Let's plan a weekend alone together,
Drive out to Binky's place.
The sugar shack in Pennsylvania. . .
Or would that be a federal case?
We'll take the Big Red - the Blazer - it's nice inside.
And guess who's coming along for the ride.

Who has a friend named Melanie?
Who's not afraid to try new things?
Who gets to spend her birthday in Spain?
Possibly you - Janie Runaway.

What a Shame About Me - Steely Dan

I was grinding through my day gig
Stackin' cutouts at the Strand,
When in walks Franny from NYU,
We were quite an item back then.
We talked about her films and shows and CDs
And I don't know what else
She said, "Yeah, Hollywood's been good to me,
But tell me - how about yourself?"

"I'm still working on that novel
But I'm just about to quit,
'Cause I'm worrying about the future now,
Or maybe this is it.
It's not all that I thought it would be. . .
What a shame about me.

She said, "Talk to me, do you ever see
Anybody else from our old crew?
Bobby Dakine won the Bunsen Prize,
Now he's coming out with something new.
Alan owns a chain of Steamer Heavens,
And Barry is the software king.
And somebody told me in the early 80's
You were gonna be the Next Big Thing."

"Well now that was just a rumor,
But I guess I'm doin' fine
Three weeks out of the rehab,
Living one day at a time.
Sneaking up on the new century. . .
What a shame about me.

What a shame about me.
I'm thinking of a major Jane Street sunrise,
And the goddess on the fire escape was you.

We both ran out of small talk,
The connection seemed to go dead
I was about to say, "Hey, have a nice life,"
When she touched my hand and said:
"You know I just had this great idea,
This could be very cool.
Why don't we grab a cab to my hotel
And make believe we're back at our old school?"

I said, "Babe, you look delicious,
And you're standing very close.
But like this is Lower Broadway
And you're talking to a ghost.
Take a good look it's easy to see. . .
What a shame about me,
What a shame about me.

(All songs by Becker and Faigen.)

Fans expecting to hear more of the same old, same old Maiden tune-age were about to be disappointed, while the newer music of the latest album and the recent ones of the past several years were featured in the setlist. Maiden, who were entering in a new progressive metal phase, were all about progressing. They would play their old favorites, of course, but they were not about to become a nostalgia band. Though their heyday was about fifteen years before, they were focused on the now. They were making a huge comeback and were not about to be thought of as a relic in the new century. Their new tour contained many surprises, such as the giant wicker Eddie filled with lovely damsels in white who waved from inside their cage of sticks. After they played their signature song "Iron Maiden", a required encore, the women were let out of the wicker cage to wave to the crowd, before Bruce said, "All right, now, back into the cage! We have to burn
the whole lot of ya!" :lol:

Brave New World

Dying swans twisted wings, beauty not needed here
Lost my love, lost my life, in this garden of fear
I have seen many things, in a lifetime alone
Mother love is no more, bring this savage back home

Wilderness house of pain, makes no sense of it all
Close this mind dull this brain, Messiah before his fall
What you see is not real, those who know will not tell
All is lost sold your souls to this brave new world

A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world

Dragon kings dying queens, where is salvation now
Lost my life lost my dreams, rip the bones from my flesh
Silent screams laughing here, dying to tell you the truth
You are planned and you are damned in this brave new world

A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world

A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world

Dying swans twisted wings, bring this savage back home

Blood Brothers

And if you're taking a walk through the garden of life
What do you think you'd expect you would see?
Just like a mirror reflecting the moves of your life
And in the river reflections of me

Just for a second a glimpse of my father I see
And in a movement he beckons to me
And in a moment the memories are all that remain
And all the wounds are reopening again

We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers
We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers

And as you look all around at the world in dismay
What do you see, do you think we have learned
Not if you're taking a look at the war-torn affray
Out in the streets where the babies are burned

We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers
We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers

There are time when I feel I'm afraid for the world
There are times I'm ashamed of us all
When you're floating on all the emotion you feel
And reflecting the good and the bad

Will we ever know what the answer to life really is?
Can you really tell me what life is?
Maybe all the things that you know that are precious to you
Could be swept away by fate's own hand

We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers
We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers

When you think that we've used all our chances
And the chance to make everything right
Keep on making the same old mistakes
Makes untipping the balance so easy
When we're living our lives on the edge
Say a prayer on the book of the dead

We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers
We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers

And if you're taking a walk through the garden of life....


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

Bruce has short hair due to his other job as an airline pilot:

Dave and Steve; Bruce and Janick; Adrian:

The show in Tacoma was opened by Halford, fronted by former Judas Priest lead vocalist Rob Halford, and Seattle's own Queensryche. Rob Halford had an amazing stage presence, as did Geoff Tate of Queensryche. Rob even sang a few Priest tunes as well. All in all, everone had a great, wild evening of rock. For Halford's set, I noticed two short women near the who I could tell were lesbians, no doubt there to support Rob as a fellow gay artist. When the crowd got a little carried away and nearly erupted into a mosh pit, I was sure that the two women were going to get eaten up and crushed in the pit!! :eek: :lol: I'm pretty sure they got out okay.

It is interesting that the author of the dystopian novel "Brave New World", Aldous Huxley, and the author of "Out Of the Silent Planet" and "The Chronicles Of Narnia", C.S. Lewis, died on the same day as John F. Kennedy, on November 22nd, 1963. "Out Of the Silent Planet" was a title from Lewis' Space Trilogy, about how evil was introduced to an alien race on Venus.

Out Of the Silent Planet

Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are

Withered hands, withered bodies begging for salvation
Deserted by the hand of gods of their own creation
Nations cry underneath decaying skies above
You are guilty, the punishment is death for all who live
The punishment is death for all who live

Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet, Come the demons of creation
Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet, Come the demons of creation

The killing fields, the grinding wheels crushed by equilibrium
Separate lives no more disguise, no more second chances
Haggard wisdom spitting out the bitter taste of hate
I accuse you before you know the crime it's all too late
Before you know the crime it's all too late

Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet, Come the demons of creation
Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet, Come the demons of creation

Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are

Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet, Come the demons of creation
Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet, Come the demons of creation

Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are

The Thin Line Between Love and Hate

When a person turns to wrong, is it a want to be, belong?
Part of things at any cost, at what price a life is lost

At what point do we begin, fighter spirit a will to win
But what makes a man decide, take the wrong or righteous road

There's a thin line between love and hate
Wider divide that you can see between good and bad
There's a grey place between black and white
But everyone does have the right to choose the path that he takes

We all like to put the blame on society these days
But what kind of good or bad a new generation brings

Sometimes take just more than that to survive be good at heart
There is evil in some of us no matter what will never change

I will hope, my soul will fly, so I will live forever
Heart will die, my soul will fly, and I will live forever

Just a few small tears between someone happy and one sad
Just a thin line drawn between being a genius or insane

At what age begin to learn of which way out we will turn
There's a long and winding road and the trail is there to burn

There's a thin line between love and hate
Wider divide that you can see between good and bad
There's a grey place between black and white
But everyone does have the right to choose the path that he takes

I will hope, my soul will fly, so I will live forever
Heart will die, my soul will fly, and I will live forever

I will hope, my soul will fly, so I will live forever
Heart will die, my soul will fly, and I will live forever

The thin line between love and hate

The thin line between love and hate


Their concert encore, required at every Maiden show:

Iron Maiden
from their 1980 debut:

Won't you come into my room, I wanna show you all my wares.
I just want to see your blood, I just want to stand and stare.
See the blood begin to flow as it falls upon the floor.
Iron Maiden can't be faught, Iron Maiden can't be sought.

[Chorus]
Oh Well, wherever, wherever you are,
Iron Maiden's gonna get you, no matter how far.
See the blood flow watching it shed up above my head.
Iron Maiden wants you for dead.

Won't you come into my room, I wanna show you all my wares.
I just want to see your blood, I just want to stand and stare.
See the blood begin to flow as it falls upon the floor.
Iron Maiden can't be fought, Iron Maiden can't be sought.

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

The Ghost Of the Navigator (from 'Rock In Rio', filmed in 2001):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N31o9Zgd0fo

Blood Brothers: (also from 'Rock In Rio'):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_pNNATBXJM

Out Of the Silent Planet:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROVDVjQhL4I

Adrian; Adrian and Steve; Janick:

In 2000, Metallica found themselves embroiled in the biggest drop to their credibility ever since they cut their hair several years before. The band had discovered an incomplete demo version of their song "I Disappear" for the 'Mission Impossible: 2' soundtrack had been leaked to the internet without their knowledge or consent. Even more disturbing, they found that their entire catalogue was available online, and that listeners were free to download them through the music file-sharing site Napster. This meant one thing: Metallica were not receiving any royalties from the free downloading of their songs. People could burn discs full of their music and the band would not get a penny. And neither would many other artists if this service remained available. It was feared that downloading technology, MP3's and the like, would be the end of the record industry. How did anyone stand to make any money as musicians if this trend continued?

The band prompted legal action against Napster and demanded that 300,000 Napster users found to be trading Metallica songs be banned from the network. Several universities using Napster also received legal warnings. Fans were appalled--many people just wanting to hear a Metallica song were not doing online music piracy. They felt the band's actions were grossly unfair. This created a huge backlash against the band--wasn't this, after all, the up-and-coming thrashers in the early 80's who promoted and encouraged cassette tape trading among fans at shows? This was exactly how underground metal bands affected by the New Wave Of Heavy Metal and early thrash gained a public following. Now with the new technology available to promote new music, what could be the problem? Simple: Metallica were no longer the dudes in jeans slumming along in the Bay Area between club gigs back then, they were the biggest band on the planet. They were millionaires with mansions and artwork, and they had to make a living, too. The actions of the band over Napster users convinced fans and former fans that Metallica were all about money and greed.

All over the internet cartoons satirizing the band as selfish louts who no longer cared about their fans sprouted all over the internet such as one entitled "Napster Bad!" Lars, or "Lar$", Ulrich was depicted as a weasely character chirping out warnings about downloading their songs on Napster, while James Hetfield was featured as his lunk-headed lackey who bellowed out, "Napster bad!" like a lobotomized simian. In retaliation to the controversy, Ulrich appeared during the 2000 MTV Video Music Awards, in a skit with that year's host Marlon Wayans, that blasted the idea of using Napster to share music. Marlon played a college student sitting in his dorm room, listening to Metallica's "I Disappear". Ulrich, playing himself, walked in and asked for an explanation. Upon receiving Wayans' excuse that using Napster was just "sharing", Lars retorted that Marlon's idea of sharing was simply borrowing things that weren't yours without asking. He called in the Metallica road crew, who proceeded to confiscate all Wayans' belongings, leaving him almost nude in an empty room. Napster creator Shawn Fanning responded later in the ceremony by presenting an award wearing a Metallica shirt, saying "I borrowed this shirt from a friend. Maybe, if I like it, I'll buy one of my own".

ohno:

Two vids that are funnier than hell!!: :rofl:

Napster Bad:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIuR5TNyL8Y

Metallica Millionaire:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXHCofivrb0

Live shots from 2000, and clips from 'Napster Bad!' below:

The sequel to the movie 'Mission: Impossible", 2000's 'Mission: Impossible 2',starring Tom Cruise, another entertainment figure facing as much controversy in the new decade as Metallica, featured both songs by Metallica, "I Disappear" and the updated theme song performed by Limp Bizkit. In another twist of events, Metallica were one of the few metal bands who championed rock's leading fratboy juveniles. Imagine that happening in 1983. ohno:

I Disappear
by Metallica

Hey, hey, hey
Here I go now
Here I go in to new days
Hey, hey, hey
Here I go now
Here I go into new days
I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer
Yeah, hey, hey, hey, yeah
Here I go into new days

Hey, hey, hey
Ain't no mercy, ain't no mercy there for me,
Hey, hey, hey
Ain't no mercy, ain't no mercy there for me,
I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
Ain't no mercy, ain't no mercy there for me

Do you bury me when I'm gone
Do you teach me while I'm here
Just as soon as I belong, then it's time I disappear

Hey, hey, hey
And I went, and I went on down that road
Hey, hey, hey
And I went on, and I went on down that road
I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah and went on, and I went on down that road

Do you bury me when I'm gone
Do you teach me while I'm here
Just as soon as I belong, then it's time I disappear(2x)

(background)
(Just like that
I'm gone, I'm gone oh baby I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone baby
I'm gone, I'm gone)

Do you bury me when I'm gone
Do you teach me while I'm here
Just as soon as I belong, then it's time I disappear(2x)

Take a Look Around (Mission: Impossible 2)
by Limp Bizkit

l attention in the world today
All the little girls fillin up the world today
When good comes to bad the bad comes to good
But im gonna live a life like I should
Now all the critics wanna hit it
**** can ever did it
Because they don't get
But I'll stay fitted
Knew there committed
Unless this red cap
Gets a bad rap from his critics

Do we always gotta cry? (gotta cry)
Do we always gotta be inside a lie (a lie)
Life is just a blast
Movin very fast
Better stay on top
or life will kick you in the ass

Follow me into a solo
Remember that, kid
So what you wanna do?
The way you wanna run
When your starin down a cable
of a mic put it that you grill like a gun
Limp Bizkit is rockin the set
Its like Russian Roulette
When your placin your bet
So don't be upset
when your broke
And your done
Cuz im gonna be the one
til I jet

I know why you want to hate me
I know why you want to hate me
I know why you want to hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that's even seen me
I know why you want to hate me
I know why you want to hate me
Now I know why you want to hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that's even seen me
why you want to hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that's even seen me
Now you wanna hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that's even seen me
Now you wanna hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that's even seen me

Does anybody really know the secret
And the combination for this life and where they keep it
Its kinda sad when you don't know the meaning
But everything happens for a reason
I don't even know what I should say
Im an idiot a loser and a phone abuser
I analyze every second I exist
Beaten on my mind every second with my fist

Everybody wanna run (run)
Everybody wanna hide from the gun (gun)
You can take that ride through this life if you want
You cant take that edge off that knife (no sir)
And now you want your money back (money back)
But your denied cuz your brains fried from the sac
And there aint nothing I can do
Cuz life is a lesson you'll learn it when your through

I know why you want to hate me
I know why you want to hate me
I know why you want to hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that's even seen me
I know why you want to hate me
I know why you want to hate me
Now I know why you want to hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that's even seen me
why you want to hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that's even seen me
Now you wanna hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that's even seen me

(Now I know why..Now I know why..Now I know why)

Now I know why you wanna hate me
Now I know why you wanna hate me
Now I know why you wanna hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that's even seen me
Cuz hate is all the world that's even seen me
Cuz hate is all the world that's even seen me

:guitar: :banana: :mango


I Disappear (by Metallica):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIxx_Za7F7Y

Mission Impossible 2 theme (by Limp Bizkit):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdpP6ynPbiY

Speaking of which, Fresh off the Woodstock '99 debacle, Limp Bizkit, the world's worst, most over-hyped rap-with-guitars band touted as "the future of metal", released their third album Chocolate Starfish And the Hot Dog Flavored Water, one of the most insipid names for an album in 2000. Well, not so insipid when it was claimed that the album title was a cryptic sexual reference. At that point, as the band was becoming major players with much clout in the industry, vocalist Fred Durst, the most obnoxious white-trash rapper punk in the history of music (who gave Vanilla Ice and Eminem a run for their money), became embroiled in very public feuds with other notable members of the rock community, such as Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails (which gave basis to the belief that Durst practiced mafia-style tactics in the music industry), the members of Slipknot, Ozzy Osbourne's guitarist Zakk Wylde, physical violence with Creed frontman Scott Stapp, verbal wars with rapper Eminem, and later, Bruce Dickinson of Iron Maiden. In addition, the band Taproot released on their website an answering machine message that Durst had left on the lead singer's phone as a 'revenge' for ending their record company contract with his record label. The feud with Zakk Wylde wasn't really started by Durst, however, it was started because of Wylde going around in the press talking less than favorably about the band.

Durst's confrontation with the drummer Clown of Slipknot nearly got physical when the frontman criticized Slipknot's fans of being "ugly fat kids". Durst later downplayed the squabble, but it provided noteriety and publicity for him.
The antics would get uglier as time went on. As for the album, songs included
were "My Generation" (no relation to The Who song), "My Way", "Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)", and the previously-mentioned "Take a Look Around" from 'M: I-2'. Other songs such as "Hot Dog" were rife with profanity, with samples of Nine Inch Nails' "Closer". The album made #11 on the list of Top Worst Albums in Q Magazine. The video for "Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)" was directed by Fred Durst at the World Trade Center in late 2000. The video won the award for best rock video at the 2000 MTV Video Awards.

The album made #11 on the list of Top Worst Albums in Q Magazine. ohno:


I actually kind of like this next song, but that's about the nicest thing I could say about them:

My Way

(Check check, check check, check check, check check, check check, check out my melody)
(Check check, check check check check, check check check check, check out my melody)
(Check check check, check check check, check check check, check out my melody)

Special (Check, klump, melody, klump, melody)
You think you're special
You do
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me
And walk around on me

Just one more fight
About your leadership
And I will straight up
Leave your ****
Cause I've had enough of this
And now I'm pissed (yeah)

This time I'm a let it all come out
This time I'm a stand up and shout
I'm a do things my way
It's my way
My way or the highway

This time I'm a let it all come out
This time I'm a stand up and shout
I'm a do things my way
It's my way
My way or the highway

(Check out, check check out, check check check, check out my melody)
(Check out, check out, check out, check check, check out my melody)
(Check, check check, check check, check check check, check check check out my melody)
(Check, check out, check, check out, check, check out, check check check out my melody)

Just one more fight
About a lot of things
And I will give up everything
To be on my own again
Free again (yeah)

This time I'm a let it all come out
This time I'm a stand up and shout
I'm a do things my way
It's my way
My way or the highway

This time I'm a let it all come out
This time I'm a stand up and shout
I'm a do things my way
It's my way
My way or the highway

Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
No ya never know
When you're gonna go

Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
No ya never know
When you're gonna go

(Check, check out, check, check out my melody)
(Check out, check check out, check check out, check check check check out my melody)
(Ch Ch check, check out, klump, melody, check check out my melody

Just one more fight
And I'll be history
Yes I will straight up
Leave your ****
And you'll be the one who's left
Missing me (yeah)

This time I'm a let it all come out
This time I'm a stand up and shout
I'm a do things my way
It's my way
My way or the highway

This time I'm a let it all come out
This time I'm a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way
My way or the highway

Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
No ya never know
When you're gonna go

Some day you'll see things my way
Cause you never know
No ya never know


(Check out, check check out, check check out, check check out
Check check out, check check out, check check out, melody)
(Check out, check check out, check out, check check out, check out, check check out, check, out, check, out)
(Check out, check check out, check, out, check, out, check out, check check out, check out, check out my melody)

:guitar: :banana: :mango

My Way:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHM5Eb99vy4

More lyrics would be posted, but they are filled with a little too much profanity. See, Fred Durst is the real deal. :rolleyes:

Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)

Alright partner
Keep on rollin' baby
You know what time it is.

(Throw your hands up) (repeats)

Ladies and gentlemen
Chocolate Starfish
Keep on rollin' baby!

Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now.

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Now I know y'all be lovin' this **** right here
L.I.M.P Bizkit is right here
People in the house put your hands in the air
Cause if you don't care, then we don't care
1 2 3 times two to the six
Jonezin' for your fix of that Limp Bizkit mix
So where the **** you at, boy
Shut the **** up
And back the **** up
Before we **** this track up.

(Throw your hands up) (repeats)

Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now.

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit (yeah)
You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why)
Because we get it on (when)
Every day and every night (oh)
See this platinum thing right here (uh huh)
Well we're doing it all the time (what)
So you'd better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes (d'oh)
We got the gang set
So don't complain yet
24/7 never begging for a raincheck
Old school soldiers passing out the hot ****
That rock ****
Puttin' bounce in the mosh pit.

(Throw your hands up) (repeats)

Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now.

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Hey ladies (where ya at)
Hey fellas (where ya at)
And the people that don't give a **** (where ya at)
All the lovers (where ya at)
All the haters (where ya at)
And all the people that call themselves players (where ya at)
Hot mommas (where ya at)
Pimp daddies (where ya at)
And the people rollin' up in caddies (where ya at)
Hey rockers (where ya at)
Hip hoppers (where ya at)
And everybody all around the world.

Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now.

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up
Tell me what you're gonna do now.

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Fred Durst and guitarist Wes Borland, in makeup and costume, in Leeds, 2000:

Rollin'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKAIlrkSZOg

My Generation:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4A_dacynvDE

Alright! Here we go!


I replied to the old thread with one more post. Ill for sure be posting a lot in here too.

Alright! Here we go!


I replied to the old thread with one more post. Ill for sure be posting a lot in here too.How do you make that picture which makes you look like a South Park character? I saw a website for that months ago, but I forgot where it was. I was making a cool picture of myself there as a cool rocker dude!! :cool:

Were Metallica in a position to complain about stolen artistic product and royalties from sources like Napster? Was it more than just being "rich rock stars"?

Metallica's drummer Lars Ulrich testified before the U.S. Senate regarding Napster's practices and impact in the summer of 2000:


LARS' TESTIMONY TO THE SENATE
Statement of Lars Ulrich before the Committee on the Judiciary United States Senate July 11, 2000. The statement can also be found on the official site at http://www.senate.gov/~judiciary/7112000_lu.htm


Mr. Chairman, Senator Leahy, Members of the Committee, my name is Lars Ulrich. I was born in Denmark. In 1980, as a teenager, my parents and I came to America. I started a band named Metallica in 1981 with my best friend James Hetfield. By 1983 we had released our first record, and by 1985 we were no longer living below the poverty line. Since then, we've been very fortunate to achieve a great level of success in the music business throughout the world. It's the classic American dream come true. I'm very honored to be here in this country, and to appear in front of the Senate Judiciary Committee today.

Earlier this year, while completing work on a song for the movie Mission Impossible-2, we were startled to hear reports that a work-in- progress version was already being played on some U.S radio stations. We traced the source of this leak to a corporation called Napster. Additionally, we learned that all of our previously recorded copyrighted songs were, via Napster, available for anyone around the world to download from the Internet in a digital format known as MP3. As you are probably aware, we became the first artists to sue Napster, and have been quite vocal about it as well. That's undoubtedly why you invited me to this hearing.

We have many issues with Napster. First and foremost: Napster hijacked our music without asking. They never sought our permission-our catalog of music simply became available as free downloads on the Napster system.

I don't have a problem with any artist voluntarily distributing his or her songs through any means the artist elects-- at no cost to the consumer, if that's what the artist wants. But just like a carpenter who crafts a table gets to decide whether to keep it, sell it or give it away , shouldn't we have the same options? My band authored the music which is Napster's lifeblood. We should decide what happens to it, not Napster -- a company with no rights in our recordings, which never invested a penny in Metallica's music or had anything to do with its creation. The choice has been taken away from us.

What about the users of Napster, the music consumers? It's like each of them won one of those contests where you get turned loose in a store for five minutes and get to keep everything you can load into your shopping cart. With Napster, though, there's no time limit and everyone's a winner-except the artist. Every song by every artist is available for download at no cost and, of course, with no payment to the artist, the songwriter or the copyright holder.

If you're not fortunate enough to own a computer, there's only one way to assemble a music collection the equivalent of a Napster user's: theft. Walk into a record store, grab what you want and walk out. The difference is that the familiar phrase a computer user hears, "File's done," is replaced by another familiar phrase-"You're under arrest."

Since what I do is make music, let's talk about the recording artist for a moment. When Metallica makes an album we spend many months and many hundreds of thousands of our own dollars writing and recording. We also contribute our inspiration and perspiration. It's what we do for a living. Even though we're passionate about it, it's our job.

We typically employ a record producer, recording engineers, programmers, assistants and, occasionally, other musicians. We rent time for months at recording studios which are owned by small businessmen who have risked their own capital to buy, maintain and constantly upgrade very expensive equipment and facilities. Our record releases are supported by hundreds of record company employees and provide programming for numerous radio and television stations. Add it all up and you have an industry with many jobs--a very few glamorous ones like ours -- and a greater number of demanding ones covering all levels of the pay scale for wages which support families and contribute to our economy.

Remember too, that my band, Metallica, is fortunate enough to make a great living from what it does. Most artists are barely earning a decent wage and need every source of revenue available to scrape by. Also keep in mind that the primary source of income for most songwriters is from the sale of records. Every time a Napster enthusiast downloads a song, it takes money from the pockets of all these members of the creative community.

It's clear, then, that if music is free for downloading, the music industry is not viable; all the jobs I just talked about will be lost and the diverse voices of the artists will disappear. The argument I hear a lot, that "music should be free," must then mean that musicians should work for free. Nobody else works for free. Why should musicians?

In economic terms, music is referred to as intellectual property, as are films, television programs, books, computer software, video games, and the like. As a nation, the U.S has excelled in the creation of intellectual property, and collectively, it is this country's most valuable export.

The backbone for the success of our intellectual property business is the protection that Congress has provided with the copyright statutes. No information-based industry can thrive without this protection. Our current political dialog about trade with China is focused on how we must get that country to respect and enforce copyrights. How can we continue to take that position if we let our own copyright laws wither in the face of technology?

Make no mistake, Metallica is not anti-technology. When we made our first album, the majority of sales were in the vinyl record format. By the late 1980's, cassette sales accounted for over 50% of the market. Now, the compact disc dominates. If the next format is a form of digital downloading from the Internet with distribution and manufacturing savings passed on to the American consumer, then, of course, we will embrace that format too.

But how can we embrace a new format and sell our music for a fair price when someone, with a few lines of code, and no investment costs, creative input or marketing expenses, simply gives it away? How does this square with the level playing field of the capitalist system? In Napster's brave new world, what free market economy models support our ability to compete? The touted "new paradigm" that the Internet gurus tell us we Luddites must adopt sounds to me like old-fashioned trafficking in stolen goods.

We have to find a way to welcome the technological advances and cost savings of the Internet while not destroying the artistic diversity and the international success that has made our intellectual property industries the greatest in the world. Allowing our copyright protections to deteriorate is, in my view, bad policy, both economically and artistically.

To underscore what I've spoken about today, I'd like to read from the "Terms of Use" section of the Napster Internet web site. When you use Napster you are basically agreeing to a contract that includes the following terms:

"This web site or any portion of this web site may not be reproduced, duplicated, copied, sold, resold, or otherwise exploited for any commercial purpose that is not expressly permitted by Napster."

"All Napster web site design, text, graphics, the selection and arrangement thereof, and all Napster software are CopyrightÓ 1999-00 Napster Inc. All rights reserved Napster Inc."

"Napster, the logo and all other trademarks, service marks and trade names of Napster appearing on this web site are owned by Napster. Napster's trademarks, logos, service marks, and trade names may not be used in connection with any product or service that is not Napster's.

Napster itself wants--and surely deserves--copyright and trademark protection. Metallica and other creators of music and intellectual property want, deserve and have a right to that same protection.

In closing, I'd like to read to you from the last paragraph of a New York Times column by Edward Rothstein:

"Information doesn't want to be free; only the transmission of information wants to be free. Information, like culture, is the result of a labor and devotion, investment and risk; it has a value. And nothing will lead to a more deafening cultural silence than ignoring that value and celebrating….[companies like] Napster running amok."

Mr. Chairman, Senator Leahy and Members of the Committee, the title of today's hearing asks the question, "The Future of the Internet: Is there an Upside to Downloading"? My answer is yes. However, as I hope my remarks have made clear, this can only occur when artists' choices are respected and their creative efforts protected.


Thank you.


Lars with Senator Patrick Leahy in 2000; Napster logo:

Like Iron Maiden, true metal began to show a huge resurgence in popularity with the release of Reinventing the Steel by Pantera in 2000. If there was anyone to be credited with keeping a struggling genre alive in the '90's, it was Pantera. Metallica had "sold out" to many fans with the haircuts, alternative fashions, and abandoning of thrash during the past ten years, but Pantera were selling out arenas with their uncompromising brand of high-octane metal. The new disc featured standout tracks such as "Revolution Is My Name", "Goddamn Electric", "Yesterday Don't Mean S:censored:", "We'll Grind That Axe For a Long Time", and "I'll Cast a Shadow". Phil, Dime, and Co. weren't about to listen to the record company and their pleas to do trendy rap-metal like everyone else was doing. As Phil Anselmo said in concert in Seattle the following year, "I'll kill those (rap-metallers) with my bare hands!" :mad: :rock: :smash: :boxing:

But all was not well in the Pantera camp. Over the past several years since 1996's The Great Southern Trendkill, Phil Anselmo was distancing himself from the band. He was more interested in doing other projects such his side band Down and appearing on other bands and musical ventures. It was fortunate that the band had released the new album at all, it was rather overdue, and Phil had to be prodded to participate. A bitter unwelcome change was in the wind for the mighty band with the hardcore fan base, a change which would ultimately lead to disaster.

Revolution Is My Name

Revolution Is My Name

68' into the world born
And the Seventies, a breath after the war
Life was confusing because of my age
Should my eyes open for tomorrow’s gains?
I can't help the way I am
There's no trust and there's no end
What is my name?

It will never change
So here it stays
Forever is my name

From now on, can't look the other way
Keep in mind and listen to what I say
Take under wing all the ones who are lost
Build up around them an infinite wall
Don't you know just who I am?
Take the hand of wisdom's friend
What is my name?

It's time to change
It can't stay the same
Revolution is my name
It will never change
So here it stays
Forever is my name

What is my name?
Forever...

What is my name?
Revolution...

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

Tensions within the band had surfaced ever since it was revealed that Phil Anselmo had nearly died from an overdose of heroin after a homecoming show in Texas in 1996. It was a complete shock to the band that their frontman was using a dangerous drug. The rest of the band was all into their booze and Bud (and bud, of the leafy green vegetable variety ;) ), but that was the extent of it. The band was not into harder drugs, having seen many badly burned casualties from it. Anselmo said that he got into it after doctors told him to take some time off to recover from back injuries. His extremely manic stage moves through out his back, and he took to the bottle to heal his back pain, which ended up affecting his performances with the band. Doctors told him that he needed a year off from the road, which was unacceptable to him. To cure his pain, he took to the needle. He was revived with a shot of adrenaline after his backstage overdose, during which he was clinically dead for five minutes. He said there was no beatific vision, no pearly gates, no tunnel of light, it was just simply experiencing "nothing". Though he apologized to his bandmates for the horrible scare he had put them through, they later found that he had not stopped using.

Another point of contention with him in the band was when one Canadian dj felt some of his onstage rants were racist at a show in Montreal. Anselmo later made a public apology, claiming he was drunk at the time, but it ended up hurting the band with the image of them being touted as "redneck racists" from Texas. One clip of the band performing "A New Level" live features Anselmo shouting White power!" at the beginning of the song, but the story goes that he was attacking the omniprescence of rap and hip-hop which were killing metal's chances at being heard by more listeners.

As far as the new album was concerned, the new album lived up to the title. It was not in the domain of Limp Bizkit and Korn to "re-invent" metal when it was only rap metal with guitars in a weird attempt to buttress rap with heavy riffs. NU-metal did not have the connection with traditional metal, which was based on a long line of music reaching back into the late 60's British electric blues scene. NU-metal, or "rap-metal" was simply a way to make rap appear palatable to white audiences by giving it detuned, distorted riffs. It had no connection to the blues tradition at all. Pantera did have it because of their connection with and inspiration by British bands such as Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, the New Wave Of British Heavy Metal, and early Metallica and Slayer. By claiming to be re-inventing the steel (i.e., metal), Pantera was thrusting itself into the thread of the metal tradition, a band which handily created a militant fan base, featured an amazing guitar shredder with a unique sound which brought much respect and admiration from many musicians. The title was a sign that metal, which had lie dormant in the past decade, was about to make a mighty resurgence in the new decade.

This song made references to the band's inspirations--in fact, Slayer's Kerry King made an appearance onstage at the Seattle show in 2001 and elsewhere, playing guitar live! :cool:

Goddamn Electric

There is a part of me that's always sixteen
I've found the secret of eternal youth
Some get high on life or money, but there's an
Escape, drop out of the race.
- To walk through the world by ones self, you can't be
Protected... your trust is in whiskey and weed and
Black Sabbath - It's Goddamn Electric

Don't waste your time, embrace it
And then you'll know yourself
The change in you is Goddamn Electric

The weight of the world has lifted and parted
My eyes roll blind to sights that distracted
Through tunnel-vision and dope-hair blinders
I'll cut a path and evoke my will
- To walk through the world by ones self, you can't
Be protected... your trust is in whiskey and weed
And Slayer, it's Goddamn Electric

Don't fake your life - inhale it
And then you'll know yourself
The change in you is Goddamn Electric
Don't waste your time, embrace it
Annd then you'll know yourself
The change that is Goddamn Electric will focus>
The Mind's Eye...

One hand on the bottle, the other a shaking
Fist, rejuvinated, isolated, no pressure
From the outside, my sight's Goddamn Electric
And these eyes have seen a world
Goddamn Electric system...

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

Revolution Is My Name:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpTmr_53kI0

Yesterday Don't Mean S:censored:: (Live at Ozzfest 2001)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0MibTtWW_MU

One could tell that Anselmo was not with the program at the show in Seattle.
Opening bands consisted of Nothingface, 90's "satanic" speed metal heroes Morbid Angel, and Sepultura spinoff band Soulfly, during which Anselmo joined onstage even before headliners Pantera were to go on. He wore a black shirt with a Satanic pentagram and a goat's head in the center, which seemed like an 80's anachronism in a day and age when mall-"metal" fans wore the baggy clown-pants hip-hop homies look. Outside before the show, some metal dudes were attempting to make blasphemous comments about God and religion and whatever else in order to sound heavier and more "offensive" than anyone else. It came across as corny. Young people entering a new decade were still trying to adopt 80's standards of rebellion, as if living in a cultural time warp. Pantera was certainly not about living in the past, but some of the "hip" mannerisms of metalheads seemed to have no effect for a time when kids had new way of offending parents and authority figures.

During the show, the momentum of the concert was slowed when the band took long stretches between songs for Phil Anselmo to toss cans of beer into the crowd while drummer Vinnie Paul did a drum roll. The whole scenario was amusing, but deflated the anticipation of the crowd who would have otherwise been worked up to hear their next favorite songs. Anselmo just acted bored. The band even began one of their biggest songs, "Cemetary Gates", with Phil just sitting on the stage, acting like he could care less about singing the song. In fact, he didn't--he simply stood up and said,
"Aww, I don't want to do that one." The song just ended before it had even begun.

Yesterday Don't Mean S:censored:

There's nothing special about it
It's either there when you're born or not
Gifted with talent are no big deal
Welcome to the death of a century...

Cause yesterday don't mean ****
What's over is over and nothing between
Yesterday don't mean ****
Because tomorrow's the day you have to face
There's no rewinding time
Yesterday don't mean ****
Yesterday don't mean ****

Reliving old reviews is a useless tool of confusion
Don't hold your breath for the turn-around
Come into the world of endless odds...

They'll tell you about guilt
And in time you'll face the darkness...
But darkness is a friend to you
Embrace and fly through the madness
Flying past God and wars and conflict
Oppressor in you [x2]
Plowing through minds and paranoia
Oppressor in you
The oppressor's in you

Yesterday don't mean jack ****...

To protect you and I'll keep to myself
It can only be that way - yeah!

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

Phil:

After performing a few encores, including Van Halen's "Somebody Get Me a Doctor", Anselmo instructed the audience to some lots of dope, drink lots of booze, take lots of drugs, eat the wrong foods, and perform various sex acts for the new year. The audience cheered him on.

Before leaving the stage, he also announced that it might be a while before the band would be back with a new album, but would the audience want to see a concert tour co-headlined with Slayer that summer? Again, the response was overwhelming.

We'll Grind That Axe For a Long Time

Wears 10 crowns, dragons heads
Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched
- Their eyes don’t look right, should they be trusted now?
Trashed-mouth Gods, avoided kings
With the spirit of revolt, the ghost of youth

Every f:censored:ing year it stays the same
Everybody changes to suit the day
Out of pride I'll isolate my fears
Never turned our backs on why we're here
We'll grind that axe for a long time

Follow close, train of fools
Just like them, just like you
- Their eyes don't seem right.
"Easily impressed" plague, dressed up fake
No respect

Every f:censored:ing year remains the same
Everybody sucks-up to suit the day
Out of hate I'll isolate myself
Through the worst we still marched into hell
We'll grind that axe for a long time
The smell in the air is chicken s:censored:.

We'll grind that axe for a long time

Every ****ing song remains the same
To everyone who sucks-up for the fame
Out of strength you know we speak the truth
Every trend that dies is living proof
We'll grind that axe for a long time

I'll Cast a Shadow

The end will crush the light
And sends a message, It won't please
The naked eye
Without and end there is no light
To foretell, to blind you
The law of the claw reigns on and after still

When I die, I cast a shadow
And I'll rise, I cast a shadow

I'm leaving more eyes open
I close up both of mine
For the ones that chase my life
They're looking over shoulders
Let paranoia in
Spontaneously rule them

When I die, I cast a shadow
And I'll fly, I cast a shadow

Everybody get ****ing up!
I cast a shadow...
I... I cast a shadow
I cast a shadow...
I... I cast a shadow

When I die, I cast a shadow
And I'll rise, I cast a shadow

In 2000, former Judas Priest vocalist Rob Halford returned with his third post-Priest band, simply named Halford. Their new album, Resurrection, was widely hailed by critics as a return to form for the legendary Metal God, with such songs as "Night Fall", "Made In Hell", "The One You Love To Hate", which featured Bruce Dickinson on vocals, and the title track. The album was produced by Roy Z, Dickinson's producer while as a solo artist, which is one of the reasons why Halford was selected to open for Iron Maiden on the 2000-2001 tour. As usual, Rob Halford had an incredible stage presence and charisma, a born performer live. In addition to his fine new musical offerings, he and his new band would play a few Priest classics to a thunderous response from the crowd at Maiden's show in 2000. His band included guitarist Patrick Lachman, who would go on to front an excellent, though sadly short-lived band featuring two metal legends in the next few years, as we shall see.

This song was popular on rock radio that year:

Night Fall

Your love is killing me, it draws me to the dark
Your veil of ecstacy, that leaves the telling mark
The spell you cast inside, is stabbing through my heart
It reaches deep within, it's pulling me apart

Night Fall, you take my soul
Night Fall, you're in control

Your love's still haunting me, it draws me into black
Your veil of fantasy, won't let my soul come back
The spell has taken all, I can't release my mind
I've lost my heart to you, you're too cruel to be kind.

Night Fall, you take my soul
Night Fall, you're in control
Night Fall, I called you and you came
Night Fall, I'll never be the same

Resurrection

I'm digging deep inside my soul
To bring myself out of this god-damned hole
I rid the demons from my heart
And found the truth was with me from the start

Holy angel lift me from this burning hell - resurrection make me whole
Son of judas bring the saints to my revenge - resurrection bring me home

I walked alone into a fight
No longer standing in satanic light
I tried to look too far ahead
And saw the road go to my past instead

Holy angel lift me from this burning hell - resurrection make me whole
Son of judas bring the saints to my revenge - resurrection bring me home

I've faced the things i've said and done
There is no bastard left to overcome
The peace of mind I thought was lost
Was right in front of me on paths i've crossed

Holy angel lift me from this burning hell - resurrection make me whole
Son of judas bring the saints to my revenge - resurrection bring me home

The One You Love To Hate
(with Bruce Dickinson on guest vocals)

You may not like the future
And we're not here to preach to you
We'll take you to the killing floor.

You think you want to know me
You think you want to own me
But I have nothing you can buy.

I can break you
I can raise you
Bring you to your knees
Cause I'm the one you love to hate.

You can't fool me
You can't rule me
You only wanna hang around
Cause I'm the one you love to hate.

So come on get a load of this
Something you can't afford to miss
You're just a vultcher on my veins.

Your nails won't crucify me
Got money, but you can't see
Your only future is your past.

I can break you
I can raise you
Bring you to your knees
Cause I'm the one you love to hate.

You can't fool me
You can't rule me
You only want to hang around
Cause I'm the one you love to hate.

I can break you
I can raise you
Bring you to your knees
Cause I'm the one you love to hate.
You can't fool me
You can't rule me
You only wanna hang around
Cause I'm the one you love to hate

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


Below, Rob Halford interviews Bruce Dickinson:

Two great blues guitarists, Eric Clapton and B.B. King, finally got around to make an album together. In June 2000, the pair released Riding With the King. As the cover below shows, Clapton may have been in the driver's seat, but B.B. was the one riding in the lap of luxury. ;)

The album contained versions of "Hold On, I'm Comin'" and "Key To the Highway," but the track that got all the attention was the title song, written and originally recorded by singer-songwriter John Hiatt.

Riding With the King - B.B. King and Eric Clapton

(John Hiatt)

I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid.
I blew it all at the penny arcade.
A hundred dollars on a kewpie doll.
No pretty chick is gonna make me crawl.

Get on a TWA to the promised land.
Every woman, child and man
Gets a Cadillac and a great big diamond ring.
Don't you know you're riding with the king?

He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier,
He's gonna check us all on out of here.
Up to that mansion on a hill
Where you can get your prescription filled.

Get on a TWA to the promised land.
Everybody clap your hands.
And don't you just love the way that he sings?
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Riding with the king.
Don't you know we're riding with the king?

A tuxedo and shiny 335.
You can see it in his face, the blue never lie.
Tonight everybody's getting their angel wings.
And don't you know we're riding with the king?

I stepped out of Mississippi when I was ten years old
With a suit cut sharp as a razor and a heart made of gold.
I had a guitar hanging just about waist high
And I'm gonna play this thing until the day I die.

Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Riding, you're riding with the king.
You're riding, you're riding with the king.

Speaking of John Hiatt. . . how did we go through the entire history of rock and roll without considering him?

Hiatt has been a respected singer-songwriter since the mid-seventies, but he's never found a large audience. (Oh wait, I just answered my question.) But the success of B.B. King and Eric Clapton's remake of his "Riding WIth the King" brought him much-needed attention and appreciation after a long career. "Perfectly Good Guitar," from the 1993 album of the same name, is one of his best songs, satirizing grandoise rock show theatrics.

Perfectly Good Guitar - John Hiatt

(John Hiatt)

Well he threw one down from the top of the stairs,
Beautiful women were standing everywhere.
They all got wet when he smashed that thing,
But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing:

(CHORUS)
Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar.
I don't know who they think they are,
Smashing a perfectly good guitar.

It started back in 1963,
His momma wouldn't buy him
That new red Harmony.
He settled for a Sunburst with a crack,
But he's still trying to break his momma's back.

(CHORUS)

He loved that guitar just like a girlfriend,
But ever good thing comes to an end.
Now he just sits in his room all day
Whistling every note he used to play.

There out to be a law with no bail:
Smash a guitar and you go to jail,
With no chance for early parole.
You don't get out till you get some soul.

(CHORUS)

Late at night the end of the road,
He wishes he still had the old guitar to hold.
He'd rock it like a baby in his arms,
Never let it come to any harm.

(CHORUS)

:guitar: :D

Mall-jammers could not be bothered with the superb offerings of Maiden or Halford when they had one band who would become the living definition of the "new" (read: NU) "metal": An L.A. band who formed in the late 90's which again inserted distorted guitars into their brand of rap. Initially called Hybrid Theory, the group changed their name to:

LINKIN PARK.

The band courted labels with their homemade records titled Hybrid Theory before original vocalist Mark Wakefield left. He was replaced by new vocalist Chester Bennington, known for his trademark whiny raspy wail. His vocals were supplemented by a rapper in the band as well. The Hybrid Theory EPs were shipped to various labels, but when the band found that their name was taken by another band, a British group called Hybrid. The band decided to name itself after a popular spot in Santa Monica called Lincoln Park. The band's first major label debut, titled Hybrid Theory as was their original band name and EP title, was released in the fall of 2000. Their first official concert was a KROQ Radio Almost Acoustic Christmas show in December. The album featured such tracks as "One Step Closer", "Crawling", and "In the End". The album may have been an improvement over Limp Bizkit in that the band had no profanity on their lyrics and had a catchier sort of style, but to call the album "metal"? Vocalist Bennington actually admitted in Rolling Stone that "NU-Metal IS the real metal!!" HUH??!!:confused: The band had more in common with Ice Cube than with Iron Maiden, and had most likely never owned a Judas Priest album to save their lives. Was metal being defined by what it added (hence the "hybrid" in Hybrid Theory), rather than what was originally there?

Instead of metal being a statement of grandeur and ruggedness, it was now reduced to teenybopperish posturing in way not even envisioned by Poison. Rap rhythms made the "heavy" music seemingly more palatable. And to think people hated metal all this time! Rap-metal, now it's got character, now it's got relevance! :rolleyes: Chester Bennington's nasal-y shriek was putting Rob Halford's air-raid siren cry to shame! ohno: And if that wasn't bad enough, guess who became one of their biggest supporters in the next few years! :eek:

This was a cool song when I first heard it:

One Step Closer

I cannot take this anymore
Sayin' everything I've said before
All these words they make no sense
I found bliss in ignorance
Less I hear the less you say
You'll find that out anyway

[Just like before]

Everything you say to me
[Takes me one step closer to the edge]
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breath,
[Cuz I'm one step closer to the edge,]
I'm about to break

I find the answers aren't so clear
Wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts they make no sense
I found bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away
Over and over again

[Just like before]

Everything you say to me
[Takes me one step closer to the edge,]
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
[Cuz I'm one step closer to the edge,]
And I'm about to break
Everything you say to me
[Takes me one step closer to the edge,]
And I'm about to break
I need a little room to breathe
[Cuz I'm one step closer to the edge,]
And I'm about to!!!!

Break!



Shut up When im talkin to you!
SHUT UP!
SHUT UP!
SHUT UP!
SHUT UP WHEN IM TALKIN TO YOU!
SHUT UP!
SHUT UP!
SHUT UP!
SHUT UP!

Im about to break!
Everything you say to me,
[Takes me one step closer to the edge,]
And im about to break!
I need a little room to breath,
[Cuz I'm one step closer to the edge,]
and im about to break!
Everything you say to me,
[Takes me one step closer to the edge,]
and im about to break!
I need a little room to breath,
[Cuz I'm one step closer to the edge,]
AND IM ABOUT TO!!!!!!
BREAK!

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Crawling

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/I can't seem

to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
distracting/reacting
against my will I stand beside my own reflection
it`s haunting how i cant seem...

to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing confusing what is real

there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming,confusing what is real
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling,confusing what is real

In the End

(Chester)
It starts with one
(Miske)
One thing,
I don't know why,
It doesn't even matter how hard you try,
Keep that in mind,
I designed this rhyme,
To explain in due time,
(Chester)
All I know…
(Mike)

Time is a valuable thing,
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings,
Watch it count down 'till the end of the day,
The clock ticks life away,
It's so unreal…
You didn't look out below,
Watch the time go right out the window,
Tryin to hold on,
Didn't even know, I wasted it all just to
(Chester)
watch you go…
(Mike)
I kept everything inside,
And even though I tried,
It all fell apart,
What it meant to me
Will eventually be,
A memory of a time when
(Chester)
I tried so hard and got so far,
in the end,
It doesn't even matter,
I had to fall,
to lose it all,
in the end,
It doesn't even matter,

One thing, I don't know why,
It doesn't even matter how hard you try,
Keep that in mind,
I designed this rhyme,
To remind myself how
I tried so hard...
In spite of the way you were mocking me,
Acting like I was part of your property,
Remembering all the times wherein you fought with me,
I'm surprised it
got so(far)…
Things aren't the way they were before,
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore,
Not that you knew me back then,
But it all comes back to me,
(Chester)
In the end...
(Mike)
You kept everything inside,
And even though I tried it all fell apart,
What it meant to me
Will eventually,
Be a memory of a time when
(Chester)
I tried so hard and got so far,
But in the end,
It doesn't even matter,
I had to fall,
to lose it all,
But in the end,
It doesn't even matter,
(chestear)
I've put my trust in you,
Pushed as far as I can go,
For all this,
There's only one thing you should know,
I've put my trust in you,
Pushed as far as I can go,
For all this,
There's only one thing you should know,
(Reapeat this 2 times!)
(Chester)
I tried so hard and got so far,
but in the end,
it doesn't even matter,
I had to fall,
to lose it all,
in the end,
it doesn't even matter.


REMINDER: The names in parentheses() are the names of the people singing that part of the song!

:guitar: :banana: :mango

One Step Closer:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EfllekEczvg

Crawling:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oj-wFKu6Ot8

In the End:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6GR-FgiFHg

Of course, there was some discrepancy as to what was considered NU-metal and was simply "new" metal. Some bands, while considered "metal", shunned any and all labels. There was that heavy detuned groove, but no rap, in many bands' songs. One band that could get really tribal in their brand of this new form of detuned groovy metal/rock/alternative was none other than Chicago's own:

DISTURBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


The band started out in the late 90's by sending out two different copies to record companies to pique interest. The persistence paid off, and the band recorded what would become their breakthrough debut, The Sickness,
in 1999. The album charted in 2000, and turned fans on to rather twisted tunes as "Stupefied" and "Down With the Sickness". Listeners were rather taken by the bizarre monkey vocals of frontman David Draiman, as well as the bass-heavy chunk of the songs' riffs. It sounded like Draiman was having quite a meltdown in the songs. Guitarist Dan Donegan provided the thick-sounding chord chunks.

Draiman was born in 1973 to an Orthodox Jewish family in New York who were disappointed at his departure from their faith in order to become a rock musician. His grandfather, a Holocaust survivor, was especially very upset at his career and personal life direction. His last job before becoming a musician full-time was as a Health Care administrator. He has three homes, one in his Brooklyn hometown, one in Chicago, and one in L.A. The L.A. one, he says, is to "escape the Chicago winters."

Stupefied

Yeah, bringing you another disturbing creation
from the mind of one sick animal who can't tell the difference
and gets stupified

I've been waiting my whole life for just one f:censored:
And all I needed was just one f:censored:
How can you say that you don't give a f:censored:
I find myself stupified, coming back again
All I wanted was just one f:censored:
One tiny little innocent f:censored:
And when I feel like I'm **** out of luck
I find my stupified, coming back again

why, do you like playing around with
My, narrow scope of reality
I, can feel it all start slipping
I think I'm breaking down

Why, do you like playing around with
My, narrow scope of reality
I, can feel it all start slipping away

See but I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it
I get stupified
It's all the same you say
Live with it

See but I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it
I get stupified

All the people in the left wing rock
And all the people in the right wing rock
And all the people in the underground rock
I find myself stupified, coming back again
All the people in the high rise rock
And all the people in the projects rock
And all la hente in the barrio rock
I find myself stupified, coming back again

Why, do you like playing around with
My, narrow scope of reality
I, can feel it all start slipping
I think I'm breaking down

Why, do you like playing around with
My, narrow scope of reality
I, can feel it all start slipping away

See but I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it
I get stupified



See but I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it
I get stupified

tefahed(be afraid in hebrow)

And don't deny me
No baby now, don't deny me
And darlin' don't be afraid

And I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it
I get stupified

Look in my face, step in my soul(x4),
I begin to stupify

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

This song contains quite a venomous little anti-parental rant: :eek:

Down With the Sickness

Can you feel that?
Ah ****...
AOWAAAA!
AOWAAAA!
OHH OHH!!
OHH OHH!!
OHH OHH!!

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken by your servant I kneel
Will you give in to me?
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing... in me
Will you give in to me?

Looking at my own reflection,
When suddenly it changes,
Violently it changes!
OH! No, there is no turning back now
You've woken up the devil... in me!!

Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness!
You f:censored:er get up
Come on get down with the sickness!
Madness is the gift that has been given to me...

I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
Will you give in to me?
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
Will you give in to me?

It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes!
Living with these changes!
OH! Now the world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon... in me!

Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness!
You f:censored:er get up
Come on get down with the sickness!
Madness is the gift that has been given to me...

*breathing*
And when I dream
And when I dream
And when I dream
And when I dream!!!!
No mommy, don't do it again
Don't do it again
I'll be a good boy
I'll be a good boy, I promise
No mommy don't hit me Oh-oohh
Why did you have to hit me like that mommy?
Don't do it! You're hurting me Oh-oohh!
Why did you have to be such a bitch?
Why don't you,
Why don't you f:censored: off and die?
Why can't you just f:censored: off and die?
Why can't you just leave here and die?
Never stick your hand in my face again bitch
F:censored: YOU!!!
I don't need this ****
You stupid sadistic abusive f:censored:ing whore
Would you like to see how it feels mommy?
Here it comes, get ready to die!

:cuss:

AOWAAA!

Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness!
You f:censored:er get up
Come on get down with the sickness!
Madness has now come over me!


Violence Fetish

Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
If you've ever known anyone
Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
Can you feel it?
Oh ow, ow!

How do you sleep
When you live with your lies
Out of your mouth
Up from your mind
That kind of thinking
Starts a chain reaction
You are a timebomb ticking away
You need to release
What you're feeling inside
Let out the beast
That you're trying to hide
Step right up and be a part of the action
Get your game face on
Because it's time to play
You're pushing and fighting your way
You're ripping it up

Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
If you've ever known anyone
Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
Can you feel it?
Oh ow, ow! x2

How do you live without playing the game
Sit on the side and expect to keep sane
Step right up and be a part of the action
Come get a piece of it before it's too late
Take a look around
You can't deny what you see
Were living in a violent society
Well my brother let me show you a better way
So get your game face on because it's time to play
You're pushing and fighting your way you're ripping it up

Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
If you've ever known anyone
Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
Can you feel it?
Oh ow, ow! x2

Tell me what am I supposed to be
Another goddamn drone
Tell me what am I supposed to be
Should I leave it on the inside
Tell me what am I supposed to be
Another goddamn drone
Tell me what am I supposed to be

Should I get ready to play?
You're pushing and fighting your way you're ripping it up

Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
If you've ever known anyone
Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
Can you feel it?
Oh ow, ow! x2

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

Down With the Sickness:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evg4Me9o3-A

Soulfly, the spinoff band from Brazilian thrashers Sepultura, met a bit of controversy from the metal community when the band fronted by Max Cavalera went into more NU-metal territory on their 2000 album Primitive. The band even included sounds that were heard on the previous Sepultura release Roots, such as the drumming and rhythms of indigenous South American tribal musicians on some songs. However, some metal fans felt the band had "sold out" by betraying their metal roots--in other words, not being more like Sepultura.

Max Cavalera's decision to leave his previous band was largely due to the period of mourning he experienced after the senseless, unresolved murder of his stepson Dana Wells. While doing guest vocals on the Deftones' song, "Headup", from 1997, he discovered the band's name from the lyric which went "Soulfly, Fly high, So fly, Fly free". Cavalera reciprocated by having Chino Moreno from the Deftones appear on the Primitive album. In spite of the response of more purist metal fans, the album did make the charts near the Top 30, and even opened up for Pantera on their 2000-2001 tour. One highlight of their set was when Cavalera and the members came out on stage with primitive style acoustic drums designed by Native South Americans, which the band played in thunderous rhythm. Not only was the band into exploring various styles of world music for their metal cause, there was a more spiritual undercurrent to their songs as well, a sense of transcendence through pain of Max's loss, as indicated by the album cover below. It was prominently displayed onstage at the Pantera show.

Sean Lennon even makes an appearance on the song "Son Song".

Back To the Primitive

Um, dois, treˆis, quatro...

Back to the primitive
F:censored: all your politics
We got our life to live
The way we want to be

Back to the primitive
F:censored: all your politics
"Who feels it, knows it"
(Bob Marley)
And God will guide me

Back to the primitive
F:censored: all your bull****
We're back to set it free
Confronting the negative

Back to the primitive
F:censored: all you wannabes
You don't mean **** to me
Let it bleed...

(tribal)
Primitive
Primitive
Primitive
Primitive

Back to the primitive
F:censored: all your politics
We got our life to live
The way we want to be

Back to the primitive
F*** all your politics
How it used to be
Check your reality

Back to the primitive
F*** all your politics
F*** all you wannabes
Aaaaaarggghhh!

Back to the primitive
F*** all your politics
Forever we will be
What we want to be

(tribal)
primitive
primitive
primitive
primitive(*2)

primitive
primitive
primitive
primitive

(tribal)
primitive
primitive
primitive
Primitivo

Pain

Speak up - you know what is up
Code of silence?! Who set you up?!
Some **** so wrong in this world
How ****ed up now you're gone
Speak up - you know what went on
How could you let it go?
It's murder you covered up
Stained blood on your soul

Down on my knees
Hands stretched to heaven above
Christ this pain is hard to live with
Don't fill my heart with love
Engulf my heart with vengeance
You need to see our pain
Don't fill this heart with love
The truth needs to be told

You can't mask
Pain
My pain
Our Pain
You can't mask
Pain
My pain
Our pain

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango

Son Song
with Sean Lennon

Sometimes I don't
want to face life
Sometimes I feel empty inside
But every moment is precious
And everyone will turn to dust

Dust myself up
and I scream at the sky
It's been so hard
but I can't let it die
Turn my head up,
looking at the stars
So many years,
I still wonder where you are?
Dust myself up
and I scream at the sky
It's been so hard
and I ask myself why?
Turn my head up,
looking at the sun
Waited so long,
it's time to move on, move on

Look at the sun,
look at the sky
Another day, another sign
And every moment is precious
And everything will turn to dust

Dust myself up
and I scream at the sky
It's been so hard
but I can't let it die
Turn my head up,
looking at the stars
So many years,
I still wonder where you are?
Dust myself up
and I scream at the sky
Every day I ask myself why?
So much pain pouring
from inside
Above me I feel the spirit fly

Terrorist
co-written by Tom Araya of Slayer

Spreading terrorism through the music
Rebelling against all this bull****
Fire is the heat that burns deep inside
Raging and out of control

Spreading terrorism through the music
Rebelling against all this ****
Energy in the purest form
Controlled chaos, bring it on...

Confront and destroy / Confront and destroy
Confront and destroy / Confront and destroy

Spreading terrorism through the music
Rebelling against all this bull****
Urban guerillas on the front line
Arm in arms, bring it on...

Rise, rise, rise
Above this bull****
Rise, rise, rise
Above this bull****

"Night will come and I will follow
For my victims no tomorrow"
"Non-conformity in my inner self
Only I guide my inner self"

Bring da pain to tha muthaf:censored:in' pit - Kill (x4)


Max Cavalera's signature ESP Viper guitar, with the Brazilian flag design: :cool:

In 2000, political funk-metal rockers Rage Against the Machine released Renegades, but
by then vocalist Zach de la Rocha had already left the band by that fall, reportedly due to his
unwillingness to have the album of covers released. The band went ahead and put it out anyway,
which prompted him to leave by October of that year. The album featured covers by such artists
such as the late 60's political proto-punks the MC5, Afrika Bambaataa, DEVO, Minor Threat, Bruce
Springsteen, the Rolling Stones, and others.

But the year was not complete without them performing two shows in Los Angeles, when they paid a
little visit to the Democratic National Convention and played an informal outdoor show outside the venue
where the convention was taking place. Police shut down the show which drew large audiences.

After de la Rocha's departure, the remaining members teamed up with Chris Cornell, formerly of Soundgarden,
for a project that was expected to bring some interest.

The album cover is designed after the famous LOVE illustration by pop artist
Robert Indiana.


Track listing
(original artists in parentheses)

"Microphone Fiend" (Eric B and Rakim: Follow The Leader) – 5:02

"Pistol Grip Pump" (Volume 10: Hip-Hopera) – 3:18
Contains portions of "More Bounce to the Ounce" by Zapp

"Kick out the Jams" (MC5: Kick Out the Jams) – 3:11

"Renegades of Funk" (Afrika Bambaataa: Planet Rock - The Album) – 4:35

Contains samples from "Renegades of Funk" by Afrika Bambaataa & The Soul
Sonic Force & "Scorpio" by Dennis Coffey

"Beautiful World" (Devo: New Traditionalists) – 2:35

"I'm Housin'" (EPMD: Strictly Business) – 4:56

"In My Eyes" (Minor Threat: In My Eyes) – 2:54

"How I Could Just Kill a Man" (Cypress Hill: Cypress Hill) – 4:08

"The Ghost of Tom Joad" (Bruce Springsteen: The Ghost of Tom Joad) – 5:38

"Down on the Street" (The Stooges: Fun House) – 3:39

"Street Fighting Man" (Rolling Stones: Beggars Banquet) – 4:42

"Maggie's Farm" (Bob Dylan: Bringing It All Back Home) – 6:54

"Kick Out the Jams" (Live at the Grand Olympic Auditorium European Bonus
Track) (MC5: Kick Out the Jams) – 4:31

"How I Could Just Kill a Man" (Live at the Grand Olympic Auditorium European
Bonus Track, Including vocals from Cypress Hill) (Cypress Hill) – 4:31


Renegades Of Funk

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now

Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece
Right down through the Middle Ages
Planet earth kept going through changes
And then the renaissance came, the times continued to change
Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades
Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine
Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcom X
They were renegades of their time and age
The mighty Renegades

We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk

We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk

From a different solar system many many galaxies away
We are the force of another creation
A new musical revelation
And we're on this musical mission to help the others listen
And groove from land to land singin' electronic chants like
Zulu nation
Revelations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations

Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies
They change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
We're the renegades we're the people
With our own philosophies
We change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
C'mon

We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk

We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk

We're Poppin', sockin', rockin', puttin' a side of hip-hop
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'
Poppin', sockin', rockin', puttin' a side of hip-hop
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'
Poppin',and sockin',and rockin' and puttin' a side of hip-hop
'Cause we're poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop

We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk

We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk

We're teachers of the funk
And not of empty popping
We're blessed with the force and the sight of electronics
With the bass, and the treble the horns and our vocals
'Cause everytime I pop into the beat we get fresh

There was a time when our music
Was something called the Bay Street beat
People would gather from all around
To get down to the big sound
You had to be a renegade in those days
To take a man to the dance floor

Say jam sucka(JAM)
Say jam sucka(JAM)
Say groove sucka(GROOVE)
Now groove sucka(GROOVE)
Say dance sucka(DANCE)
Say dance sucka(DANCE)
Say move sucka(MOVE)
Now move sucka(MOVE)
(x2)

Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Renegades Of Funk:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGi9xkAKJIg

Steve, I'm glad that you decided to cover Riding With the King by Eric Clapton and B.B. King. That is a great album. :)

Steve, I'm glad that you decided to cover Riding With the King by Eric Clapton and B.B. King. That is a great album. :)


Thanks! And I hope you can check out some of John Hiatt's work too! :wave:

NU-metal pioneers Deftones' third album, White Pony, was considered their finest and
most mature record at that point, with such hits as "Change (In the House Of Flies)" and
"Digital Bath". The lyrics and sound indicated a deep angst and tension and moved away from
their harder punk style to a thick, slower atmospheric ambient sound as the band dabbled in more
experimentation with trip-hop and other genres. Maynard Keenan of Tool also makes an appearance
on the song "Passenger".


The band also deliberately misprinted lyrics on the CD sleeve to hide the actual vulgarity on the songs.
They also felt frustrated with their record label not being behind them 100% and recorded a "hit" song
called "Back To School", which they disliked, in order to placate them. Their record label Maverick
(MADONNA's trendy label puke: ) apparently had little faith in them and did not do much
to push the band's cutting edge music. In spite of this, the album sold extremely well, up to 177,000 units.



Maybe Madonna and Maverick should stick with pimping Candlebox. :rolleyes:


This song is really decent: :cool:

Change (In the House Of Flies)

I watched you change
Into a fly
I looked away
You were on fire.

And I watched a change in you
It's like you never had wings
Now you feel so alive
I've watched you change

I took you home
Set you on the glass
I pulled off your wings
Then I laughed

And I watched a change in you
It's like you never had wings
Now you feel so alive
I watched you change

It's like you never had wings

I look at the cross
And I look away
Give you the gun
Blow me away

And I watched a change in you
It's like you never had wings
now you feel so alive
I've watched you change
Now you feel alive
You feel alive
You feel alive
I've watched you change
It's like you never had wings
You change. You change. You change.

Digital Bath

You move, like I want to
To see, like your eyes do
We are downstairs
Where no one can see
New life break away
Tonight I feel like more
Tonight I...

You make the water warm
You taste foreign
And I know you can see
The cord break away
'Cause tonight, I feel like more
Tonight I feel like more
Feel like more
Tonight...

You breathed, then you stopped
I breathed, and dried you off

And tonight I feel
Feel like more
Oh tonight I feel like, feel like more
Tonight I feel like more, feel like more
Tonight...

Elite

When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
You like attention
It proves to you you're alive
Stop, parading your angles
Confused? You'll know when you're RIPE

When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control

You're pregnant
With all this space
Thick with Honey
But I've lost my taste

You're into depression
Cause it matches your eyes
Stop, the faux to be famous
Confused? you know when you're RIPE
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control

You're pregnant
With all this space

Thick with Honey
But I've lost my taste.

When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control

You're pregnant
With all this space
Thick with Honey
But I've lost my taste.
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control
When you're ripe
You'll bleed out of control
You'll bleed out of control


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

Passenger

[Chino:] Here I lay
[Maynard:] Still and breatheless
[Chino:] Just like always
[Maynard:] Still I want some more
[Chino:] Mirrors sideways
[Maynard:] Who cares what's behind
[Chino:] Just like always
[Maynard:] Still your passenger

[Maynard:] Chrome buttons, buckles and leather surfaces
These and other lucky witnesses

[Chino:] Now to calm me
[Maynard:] this time won't you please

[Chino:] Drive faster!

[Maynard:] Roll the window down this cool night air is curious
Let the whole world look in, who cares who sees anything
I'm your passenger, I'm your passenger

[Chino:] Drop these down then put them on me
Nice cool seats there to cushion your knees
Now to calm me
[Maynard:] Take me around again
[Chino:] Don't pull over
[Maynard:] This time won't you please
[Chino:] Drive faster!

[Maynard:] Roll the window down this cool night air is curious
Let the whole world look in, who cares who sees, what tonight
Roll these misty windows down to catch my breath and then
Go and go and don't just drive me home and back again

[Chino:] Here I lay just like always,
[Maynard:] Don't let me go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Take me to the edge

Back To School (Mini Maggit)

So run
Right
Right back to school
Check it
Look back I sift through all the cliques
Roaming' the halls all year, making me sick
While everyone's out tryin to make the cut
What?
And when you think you know me right I switch it up
Behind the walls smokin' cigarettes and sippin' vodka
I profess to catch a cab, ain't no one can stop us
Give me a break about some other mess
What were you?
Act like it's everything you got
Push back the square
Now that you need her but you don't
So there you go
Cause back in school
We are the leaders of it all
Stop that, quit! - All that, quit!
Who ruined it? You did! Now grab a notebook and a pen
Start taking notes, I'm being everyone who's on the top
You think we're on the same page - but, oh we're not!
I'll be the man, watch your backpack and the pencils
Just like he now flippin it, why you just keep it simple?
You just can't go wrong rocking' the clothes
Coppin' the stance
'Cause really is everything that you got!
Push back the square
Now that you need her but you don't
So there you go!
Cause back in school
We are the leaders of it all
So
Transpose
Or stop your lies
It's what you do
Transpose
Or stop your lies
So run
So why don't you run, so why don't you run
So why don't you run back to school
So why don't you run, so why don't you run
All you are - Now I'm on the next page
All you are - It's time to close the book up
All you are - I'm on the next page
All you are - Close the book up now

The Boys Republic

blue star
shine your light down
on everyone cause
i don't care
their soothing me
yes tear lung
blue star
shine your light down
pierce for my face
to heal my veins
down on everyone
cause i do care
their soothing me
tear lungs
it's more it's more
down shine light
shine your light
down
it's more it's more
on everyone cause i don't care
you're soothing me their lungs
blue star
shine your light
shine your light
shine your light down
blue star down
blue star shine down
on everyone cause i don't care
you're soothing me
their lungs
it's more

:guitar:

Change (In the House Of Flies):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvaOdw7n104

Seeing that Steve has touched on a figure woefully underrepresented in rock and roll, we'll step away from the NU-metal to touch on multi-musical singer/songwriter John Hiatt, a traditional rock and country artist who had been doing albums since the 70's before his breakthrough album Bring the Family in 1987.

John Hiatt was born in Indianapolis, Indiana in 1952 and played a number of clubs there before heading for Nashville where he wrote a number of songs, including his tune "Sure As I'm Sitting Here", which was covered by Three Dog Night in the mid-70's. He formed his own band called the White Ducks in the early 70's, but drifted from one label to the next while his music went nowhere. But by the end of the decade, he had won enough praise from many critics and musicians who dubbed him "the American Elvis Costello", and would even do a duet with E.C. on a song called a cover of the Spinners' song, "Living A Little, Laughing A Little," which would appear on a later album. Even Bob Dylan covered his song called "The Usual".

Hiatt finally came into success in 1987, when he released his first big hit, Bring the Family. For the album Hiatt had a backing band consisting of Ry Cooder, Nick Lowe, and Jim Keltner. One of the cuts from the album, "Have a Little Faith in Me" would be covered by a number of artists, including Joe Cocker, Jewel, and Mandy Moore. "Thank You Girl" was also a moderate radio hit. Unfortunately, it was almost a miracle that the album got to receive the recognition that it did, as during his years of struggling with relative anonymity, his problems with alcohol nearly crippled his connections to the music industry. But at last he was finally receiving attention that he deserved.


Have a Little Faith In Me

When the road gets dark
And you can no longer see
Just let my love throw a spark
An' have a little faith in me

An' when the tears you cry
Are all you can believe
Just give these loving arms a try, baby
An' have a little faith in me

CHORUS:
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me

An' when your secret heart
Cannot speak so easily
Come here darlin' from a whisper start
Have a little faith in me

Duet: An' when your back's against the wall
Just turn around an' a you will see
Duet: I'll be there, I'll be there to catch your fall
So have a little faith in me

Duet CHORUS:

Vocalizing in the background:
Cause I've been loving you for such a long time, baby
Expecting nothing in return
Just for you to have a little faith in me
You see time, time is our friend
'Cause for us there is no end
All you gotta do is have a little faith in me (have a little faith)

I will hold you up!
I'm gonna hold you up!
Becuase your love it gives me strength enough
So have a little faith in me (have a little faith)

Hey hey! (faith, have a little)
All I want you to do for me tonight, baby (faith, just a little)
All you gotta do is justa have a little faith in me (have a little faith)
Yes! Yes, Ow, Baby! (faith, have a little, faith, just a little)
All you gotta do is justa have a little faith in me (have a little faith)
Just a little, said-a (faith, have a little, faith, just a little)
(guitar strumming)
SUNG OVER FADE:
Have a little faith in me (have a little faith in me)
Have a little faith in me (have a little faith in me)
Have a little faith in me (have a little faith in me)


Thank You Girl

You're a little on the thin side
But that's alright
You stood by me baby
When I didn't think we'd ever see daylight

Rolled out of California
Like a couple of thieves
Now we're rolling in clover babe
We didn't read this in no tea leaves

My fate was sealed before I met you darling
I was halfway down a shallow grave
So little room for you to catch me falling
Still you took the little love I saved

CHORUS:
I wanna thank you girl
I wanna thank you girl
I wanna thank you girl
I wanna thank you girl

It's a matter of opinion
But I think you're fine
As a matter of fact babe
They couldn't hold a candle to your kind

If all men are equal
This must be against the law
'Cause I can't help but feeling
I'm one up on my brother when night falls

'Cause in your arms I get the real love story
No fairy tale from somewhere back in time
In the dawn you're like a morning glory
Opening up for my sweet light to shine

CHORUS

:guitar:

John Hiatt's successful followup, 1988's Slow Turning, featured a radio hit with the title track, which by then had become his most familiar song. His name was even more well-known when blind blues-rock guitarist Jeff Healy, then a big name at the time, covered one of his previous songs, "Angel Eyes". "Feels Like Rain" would later be covered by Buddy Guy on an album of the same name. "Drive South" would become a country hit for Suzy Bogguss in the early 1990s.

Slow Turning

When I was a boy,
I thought it just came to you
But I never could tell what's mine
So it didn't matter anyway

My only pride and joy
Was this racket down here
Banging on an old guitar
And singin' what I had to say

I always thought our house was haunted
Cuz nobody said "boo" to me
I never did get what I wanted
But now I get what I need

It's been a slow turning
From the inside out
A slow turning
But you come about

A slow learning
But you learn to sway-ah-hay-hay-hay
A slow turning, baby
Not fade away, not fade away, not fade away

Now I'm in my car
Ooh, I got the radio on
Now I'm yellin' at the kids in the back
Cuz they're banging like Charlie Watts

You think you've come so far
In this one horse town
Then she's laughing that crazy laugh
Cuz you haven't left the parkin' lot

Time is short and here's the damn thing about it
You're gonna die, gonna die for sure
**And you can learn to LIVE with love or without it
But there ain't no cure

It's just a slow turning
From the inside out
A slow turning
But you come about, ya

A slow turning, baby
But you learn to sway-ah-hay-hay-hay
A slow turning
Not fade away, not fade away, not fade away
Not fade away, not fade away

A slow turning, a slow turning,
a slow turning, a slow turning

Drive South

I didn't say we wouldn't hurt anymore
That's how you learn, you just get burned
But we don't have to feel like dirt anymore
Though love's not earned, Baby it's our turn
We were always looking for true north
With our heads in the clouds, just a little off course
I left the motor running, now if you're feeling down and out

CHORUS:
Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love
Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love

I'm not talkin' 'bout retreatin' little girl
Gonna take our stand, in this Chevy van
Windows open on the rest of the world
Holdin' hands, all the way to Dixieland
We've been tryin' to turn our lives around
Since we were little kids, it's been wearin' us down
Don't turn away now Darlin' lets fire it up and wind it out

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
I heard your mama callin', I think she was just stallin'

Don't know who she was talkin' to, baby me and you
We could go down with a smile on, don't bother to pack your nylons
Just keep them pretty legs showin', it gets hot down where we're goin'
We were always looking for true north
With our heads in the clouds, just a little off course
I left the motor running, now if you're feeling down and out
Come on baby drive, come on baby drive south, come on baby drive south

CHORUS

Paper Thin

I was gonna get up off that bar stool
Just as soon as I could figure it out
Why I was overlooked at the car pool
Stood up at the dance with no twist and shout

When you're burnin' with your last desire
And every memory haunts you
You write it down in alcohol fire
'Cause that's the only flame that wants you

CHORUS:
When you're paper thin
Yeah, read all about it
When you were out of luck, well, luck was doin' alright
Now you're paper thin
Yeah, they can see right through ya
You just cut you're little finger on the edge of the night

Now do I really have to be responsible
For what I did between those tavern walls
I was just mixing up some chemicals
You could've heard a pin drop, could have heard time crawl

And every once in a while
You could hear you're own heart pound
Maybe some paper doll with a pasted on smile
Would let you write her number down

CHORUS

Angel Eyes
(On a previous album)

Girl, you're looking fine tonight
And every Fella HAS got you in his sights
What you're doing with a clown like me
Is surely one of life's little mysteries

CHORUS:
So tonight I'll ask the stars above
How did I ever win your love?
What did I do, what did I say
To turn your angel eyes my way?

Well I'm the guy who never learned to dance
I never even got one second glance
Across the crowded room, that was close enough
I could look, but I could never touch

CHORUS

Don't anybody wake me if this is a dream
'Cause she is the best thing that's ever happened to me
All you fellas yeh! you can look all you like
But this girl you see, she's leaving HERE with me tonight

And there's just one more thing I need to know
If this is love then why does it scare me so
Must be something only you can see
But girl, I feel it when you look at me

CHORUS

What did I do, what did I say?
To turn your angel eyes my way.

:guitar:

John Hiatt's Stolen Moments from 1990 was his highest charting solo album upon its release, peaking at #61. Joan Baez later covered "Through Your Hands" on her 1992 album Play Me Backwards, and David Crosby covered it on his 1993 record Thousand Roads. Earl Thomas Conley had a minor country hit with "Bring Back Your Love To Me" in 1990 (it is unsure whether Conley's version pre-dated Hiatt's album release). The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band covered "The Rest Of The Dream" on a 1990 album of the same title.

Through Your Hands

You were dreaming on a park bench
'Bout a broad highway somewhere
When the music from the carillon
Seemed to hurl your heart out there
Past the scientific darkness
Past the fireflies that float
To an angel bending down
To wrap you in her warmest coat

CHORUS:
And you ask, "What am I not doing?"
She says "Your voice cannot command.
In time, you will move mountains,
And it will come through your hands."

Still you argue for an option
Still you angle for your case
Like you wouldn't know a burning bush
If it blew up in your face
Yeah, we scheme about the future
And we dream about the past
When just a simple reaching out
Might build a bridge that lasts

CHORUS

So whatever your hands find to do
You must do with all your heart
There are thoughts enough
To blow men's minds and tear great worlds apart

There's a healing touch to find you
On that broad highway somewhere
To lift you high
As music flying
Through the angel's hair.

Don't ask what you are not doing
Because your voice cannot command
In time we will move mountains
And it will come through your hands

Bring Back Your Love To Me

Darling if you've been a hurting
I don't care what it is
I wanna help for certain, but it takes more than a kiss
All this love and affection
I'm feeling for you now
Send it back in my direction, girl
I can show you how

My love is coming on strong
And you know, you've been gone away too long

Bring back, bring back your lovin' to me
Bring back, bring back your lovin' to me

All that words that passed between us
Spoken in haste
Could have gone back and forth to Venus
For all the time we waste
Staying angry at each other
Sometimes just for anger's sake
I don't want no other lover
I got too much here at stake

Our love is worth fighting for
And you know it, even as you close that door

CHORUS:
Bring back, bring back your lovin' to me
Bright it right back here baby
Bring back, bring back your lovin' to me
I want you sweet lovin' right now

Every night I sit and watch for you, baby
I pray to God you haven't found somebody else
But I could never care, like I care for you
When I hurt you girl, well I just can't stand myself

They say pride will be our downfall
Girl I've swallowed mine
I'm begging you, baby, come back
And I will tow the line
To the top of the Eiffel Tower
To the bottom of the sea
If it means just one more hour
Your love will shine on me

Our love is worth fighting for
And you know it, even as you close that door

CHORUS

Child Of the Wild Blue Yonder

She has the wind as a witness
She has feelings that fly by night
She believes in forgiveness
But it's not love if it holds too tight

And you can fly beside her
But you gotta go where your heart says go
She lets the bright lights guide her
Through the rain and the drivin' snow
Where she comes from she don't know

CHORUS:
She's a child of the wild blue yonder
Flying out of here
She's a child of the wild blue yonder
Born in an angel's wing

If you see her falling
That's just a little trick she does
She makes a dive for the pain that's calling
Then heads for the clouds like a little dove

She can't help her laughing
She can't stop your crying days
Sometimes it hurts to be having
To hold on a love that surely must fly away

CHORUS

Medicine woman raised her
Spirit father praised her
Through their love she was set free
From a baby kicking and screaming
To a full blood woman dreaming
With the power just to be

CHORUS TWICE


:guitar:

In 1992, Cooder, Keltner, and Lowe again backed up John Hiatt, but this time they gave themselves a band name, "Little Village", a reference to a Sonny Boy Williamson II project. Expectations for the Little Village album were high, but the album failed to even chart as high as Hiatt's last solo album, and the group disbanded after an equally unsuccessful tour. One song they recorded was a minor hit, "Solar Sex Panel".

In 1993, Hiatt recorded Perfectly Good Guitar with members of alternative rock groups School of Fish and Wire Train. It was Hiatt's highest peaking album at #47, but again high expectations would not be met. The next year, Hiatt released Hiatt Comes Alive at Budokan? , his first live album and his last album with A&M Records. In the years which followed, his album releases were only recognized by his devoted fan base, with little recognition by the mainstream until 2000.

Perfectly Good Guitar

He threw one down from the top of the stairs
Beautiful women were standing everywhere
They all got wet when he smashed that thing
But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar

It started back in 1963
His momma wouldn't buy him that new red harmony
He settled for a sunburst with a crack
But he's still trying to break his momma's back

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar

He loved that guitar just like a girlfriend
But every good thing comes to an end
Now he just sits in his room all day
Whistling every note he ever played

There oughta be a law with no bail
Smash a guitar and you go to jail
With no chance for early parole
You don't get out untill you get some soul

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar

Late at night the end of the road
He wished he still had the old guitar to hold
He'd rock it like a baby in his arms
Never let it come to any harm

Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good
Good
Guitar

:guitar:

Going back to alternative rock in 2000, guitarist Billy Howerdel who was a guitar tech for such bands as Nine Inch Nails, Smashing Pumpkins, Fishbone, Guns N' Roses, and Tool, decided to form his own band and played demos to Tool vocalist Maynard Keenan. Though Howerdel wanted to have a female singer front his band, Keenan offered his services as singer if the guitarist was interested. Howerdel eventually accepted, finding himself thrilled by Keenan's contributions, and so was born a new project for the Tool singer: A Perfect Circle.

While Tool at the time was embroiled in legal issues with their record label, this did not prevent Keenan from recording and performing with the new band. Their 2000 album Mer de Noms, French for "Sea Of Names", was released as the band planned to open for shows with Nine Inch Nails in California. The band then successfully toured all over the world. The band insisted that this was not a Maynard Keenan side project, as he was the only recognizable name with the band, but one where he happened to be the lead singer. He was not even the band's leader. The band produced interesting, intriguing music, though some of the lyrics could be rather explicit, such as the anti-religious rant "Judith". In spite of the harshness of that hit from the album, Keenan did describe A Perfect Circle as showing his more melodic side than with the aggressive sound of his original band.

Judith

You're such an inspiration
For the ways that I will
Never, ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How your savior has abandoned you

F:censored: your God, your Lord, your Christ
He did this, took all you had and
Left you this way, still you pray, never stray, never
Taste of the fruit, never thought to question "why?"

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed

He did it all for you...
He did it all for you...

Oh so many ways for me to show you
How your dogma has abandoned you

Pray to your Christ, to your God
Never taste of the fruit, never stray, never break, never
Choke on a lie even though he's the one who
Did this to you, you never thought to question "why?"

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side
Talk to Jesus Christ as if he knows the reasons why

He did it all for you...
He did it all for you...
He did it all for you

3 Libras

Threw you the obvious
And you flew with it on your back
A name in your recollection
Down among a million same

Difficult not to feel a little bit
Disappointed and passed over
When I look right through,
See you naked but oblivious

And you don't see me

But I threw you the obvious
Just to see if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel,
Eyes of a tragedy

Here I am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded
But I see, see through it all
See through, see you

'Cause I threw you the obvious
To see what occurs behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel,
Eyes of a tragedy

Oh well, oh well
Apparently nothing,
Apparently nothing at all

You don't, you don't
You don't see me

You don't, you don't
You don't see me

You don't, you don't
You don't see me

You don't, you don't
You don't see me

You don't see me

You don't, you don't
You don't see me at all

:guitar: :banana: :mango

The song "Judith" was in fact about Maynard's mother Judith Marie Keenan, who was very religious. She suffered partial paralysis due to a brain aneurysm some 27 years before her recent passing. She took this as a test from God and held resilient in her faith that she believed God would reward her for her efforts. Understandably, her son was not at all impressed by this hollow attempt to make peace with God. As harsh as the lyrics may have been in reference to God and Christ, it was understandable
that Keenan had severe problems with thinking his mother may have felt her extreme suffering was in some way meant to atone for a long-forgotten sin or action.

Thinking Of You

Lying all alone and restless, unable to loose this image
Sleepless, unable to focus on anything but your surrender

Tuggin' a rythm to the vision that's in my head
Tuggin' a beat to the sight of you lying

So delighted with a new understanding
Something about a little evil that makes
That unmistakable noise I was hearing
Unmistakable sound that I know so well

Spent and sighing with a look in your eyes
Spit and sweatin' with a look on your face like

Sweet revelation, sweet surrender,
Surrender, surrender, surrender

Tuggin' a rythm to the vision that's in my head
Tuggin' a beat to the sight of you lying

So delighted with a new understanding
Something about a little evil that makes
That unmistakable noise I was hearing
Unmistakeable sound I know so well

Spent and sighing with a look in your eyes
Spent an sweatin' with a look on your face like

Sweet revelation, sweet surrendering
Sweet revelation, sweet

Thinking of you, thinking of you,
Thinking...

Sweet revelation, sweet surrendering
Sweet revelation...

The Hollow

Run, desire, run
Sexual being, run him like a blade
To and through the heart, no conscience
One motive: cater to the hollow

Screaming "feed me here!
Fill me up again!
Temporarily pacify this hunger that's so cruel..."

Libido throw
Dominoes of indiscretions down
Falling all around in cycles, in circles
Constantly consuming, conquer and devour

'Cause it's time to bring the fire down
Throttle all this indescretion
Long enough to edify
And permanently fill this hollow

Screaming "feed me here!"
Fill me up again!
Temporarily pacifying...
Feed me here!
Fill me up again!
Temporarily pacifying..."

:guitar: :banana: :mango


Judith:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23eZMdixAuk

3 Libras:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhqcG1CWZt8

Of course the summer of love for NU-metal fans as well as old was Ozzfest 2000,
the festival which entered the new century (technically that would be next year)
with the following lineup:

2000:
Main Stage:
Ozzy Osbourne,
Pantera,
Godsmack,
Static-X,
Incubus,
Methods of Mayhem,
P.O.D.,
Queens of the Stone Age

Second Stage:
Soulfly,
Kittie,
Disturbed,
Taproot,
Slaves On Dope,
Reveille,
Shuvel,
Primer 55,
Apartment 26,
The Deadlights,
Pitchshifter,
Black Label Society,
Crazy Town,
Pumpjack

Dimebag Darrell (again); bassist Marty O'Brien of Methods Of Mayhem; bassist Talena of Kittie; Max Cavalera of Soulfly:

One of the bands which opened Ozzfest 2000 was L.A. rapcore band Crazy Town, whose album The Gift Of Game, released that year, not only featured the hit "Butterfly", but also one of the hottest record covers ever displayed in rock and roll. :grineyes: :drool: Other songs included "Toxic" and "Darkside".

Butterfly

Chorus:
Come my lady
Come come my lady, you're my butterfly
Sugar baby (x2)

Such a sexy,sexy pretty little thing
Fierce nipple pierce you got me sprung with your tongue ring
And i ain't gonna lie cause your loving gets me high
So to keep you by my side there's nothing that i won't try
Butterflies in her eyes and the looks to kill
Time is passing
I'm asking could this be real
Cause i can't sleep i can't hold still
The only thing i really know is she got sex appeal
I can feel too much is never enough
You're always there to lift me up
When these times get rough
I was lost, now i'm found
Ever since you've been around
You're the women that i want
So yo, i'm putting it down.

Chorus: (2x)
Come my lady
Come come my lady, you're my butterfly
Sugar baby,

Come my lady
Youre my pretty baby, i?ll make youre legs shake
You make me go crazy

I don't deserve you unless it's some kind of hidden message
To show me life is precious
I guess it's true
But to tell truth, i really never knew til i met you
See i was lost and confused
Twisted and used up
I knew a better life existed but thought that i missed it
My lifestyle's wild i was living like a wild child
Trapped on a short leash paroled the police files
And yo. what' s happening now?
I see the sun breaking shining through dark clouds and a vision of you standing
Out in a crowd, so

Chorus

Hey sugar momma, come and dance with me
The smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me
What ever tickles your fancy
Girls me and you like sid and nancy
So sexy....almost evil
Talkin' about butterflies in my head
I used to think happy endings were only in the books i read
But you made me feel alive when i was almost dead
You filled that empty space with the love i used to chase
And as far as i can see it don't get better than this
So butterfly, here is a song and it's sealed with a
Kiss and a thank you miss.

Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me

Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me, aha

Chorus

:guitar: :banana: :mango


Butterfly:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIOANP1mzJI

One of the highlights of Ozzfest from 2000 and onward was the regular appearance of Black Label Society, a band fronted by Ozzy's guitarist Zakk Wylde. While Zakk had his mid-90's Southern rock one-time project Pride And Glory, Black Label Society was band formed on a more permanent basis when Zakk found himself caught between the decision whether to stick with Ozzy for the Ozzmosis album in 1995 or join Guns N' Roses around that time. When neither opportunity panned out, Zakk decided to record a solo acoustic album, The Book Of Shadows, and then formed his own band in 1998, with Ozzy/Alice In Chains bassist Mike Inez . In 1999, the band released Sonic Brew, which was released in two covers, the latter being the band's trademark logo.

Hey You (Batch Of Lies)

Out of touch
You're out of time
Left alone
Yourself to find
Bound & chained by your silence
Things to be known
If it awakens,
Just Where..
Where Will It Go Now?

Hey, Hey You
What ya gonna do?
When you open your eyes
And you realize
Hey, Hey You
What ya gonna do?
When you open your eyes
And you realize
That batch of lies was really the truth

The Paranoia
The fear they're your friends
Wish to hear nothing
While seeing all the same
Bound & chained by your silence
Things to be known
If it awakens,
Just Where...
Where Will It Go Now?


Born To Lose

A little hating in the morning time
a little hating come around noon
Ain't no remorse,
All that you think
Ain't no regret,
All that you do

Jesus,
Hell Yeah, What do we do?
Jesus,
Can you hear us screaming up above?
Lord?
I guess we were just born to lose

A little hating on my TV screen
A little hating in the news that I read
Lay to rest a soul so kind
Rewarding the wrong
Feeding The Twisted Mind

You Lookin' At Me
Forever hurt
Forever bleed
It ain't black
It ain't white
It ain't wrong
Lord knows it ain't right

Jesus,
Hell Yeah, What do we do?
Jesus,
Can you hear us screaming up above?
Lord?
I guess we were just...

:guitar:

Zakk Wylde recorded The Book Of Shadows, in 1998, proving he was just as adept at writing and performing songs on acoustic guitar as he was on electric.

Between Heaven And Hell

Dying to live
Living to die
Ain't no hellos here
Nothing but goodbye
It's like singing a song that cannot be sung
It's like having to end child,
what's yet to love begun

[Chorus]

Hey, hey, hey now
Where I am at times I just can't tell
Hey, hey, hey, now
I'm lost somewhere Between Heaven and Hell

All that you know and all that you knew
In the end child,
tell me what's it all mean to you?
Don't forget just who and where you are --
You can spread your wings son
But don't you spread yourself too far

Hey, hey, hey now
Where I am at times I just can't tell
Hey, hey, hey, now
I'm lost somewhere Between Heaven and Hell


Sold My Soul

Without you woman by my side
I'm contemplating suicide torn from all my pride
A man tells me, son that ain't the way
Gonna make a deal with you child
Gonna live another day
Just sign right here son
Everything will be alright

[CHORUS:]
*Oooo-oh
Ain't nothing I wouldn't do
*Oooo-oh
All & everything for you
*Oooo-oh
Your love is all I know and ever knew
*Oooo
Therefore I have sold my soul for you
*Oooo-oh
*Oooo-oh

I was told by this man it would be worth my while
He'd return me to my woman
Return me to my smile ----
It's all I ask for in this life
Whatever's wrong son he told me he'd make right

Just sign right here child
Everything going to be alright

[CHORUS]

All for you

[SOLO]

Just sign right here son
Everything going to be alright

[CHORUS]

[OUT SOLO]

:guitar:

In 2000, Black Label Society released their second album as a band, Stronger Than Death, which featured the songs "Counterfeit God", "Superterrorizer", "Phony Smiles & Fake Hellos", and "Ain't Life Grand".

Counterfeit God


Can't you see I feel your pain?
I've got Jesus running through my veins
In this hopeless life that's turned on you
Give yourself to me, I'll help you through
I feed off your unanswered fear
When visions of life's end appear
Hand over your will and then you'll see
Now get on your knees and worship me

[CHORUS]
Worship me
On your knees
Worship me

In this world when at it's best
Of never ending hate and death
Abandon all and trust in me
Escaping from reality
My world it has no space or time
The crippled walk and the sick feel fine
Hand over your will and then you'll see
Now get on your knees and worship me

[Chorus]

Beyond this wall of life unknown
I'll lead you where you need to go
Void of worry, stress and pain
Left with nothing but your name
We've washed your brain and cleansed your soul
Till' nothing's all you need to know
Hand over your will and then you'll see
Now get on your knees and worship me

[Chorus]

Ain't Life Grand

Conceived to kill, living just to die
Hell in a handbasket, why even try
Death on death, makes the world go round
Fitting to live six feet underground

Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah
Ain't nothing else gonna change
The more they do, the more they're the same
Different name familiar face
Not to be taken or replaced

Killing, raping, bridge burning, forsaken
Despising, undermining, betraying, slaying
Give it a hand, ain't life grand?

The world at war, number one
One more time 'cause is was so damn fun
Things were pure, back in the day
You're ****ing dreaming old man, it's always been this way

Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah
Ain't nothing else gonna change
The more they do, the more they're the same
Different name familiar face
Not to be taken or replaced

Killing, raping, bridge burning, forsaken
Undermining, despising, betraying, slaying
Give it a hand, ain't life grand?

:guitar:

Pitchshifter, one British techno-industrial band we have already met in the 90's who made an appearance at Ozzfest a few years before, returned to the Ozzfest 2000 stage with two new albums: an EP Un-UK which was released in 1999, and Deviant, released in 2000. Many longtime fans of the band criticized the band's more "commercial" musical direction while others embraced it. One sign of their being perceived as commercial "sellouts" was the song "Everything's F:censored:ed" being altered to the title "Everything Sucks". Former Dead Kennedys' vocalist Jello Biafra made an appearance as well on the album.

The cover features the merged faces of Pope John Paul II and Queen Elizabeth.

Hidden Agenda

Hidden agenda is bigger than you, I said, fit the pieces you make the moves. Hidden agenda is bigger than you.
And you, and you, and you...
What you gonna do?
Now we're sentience no one can lose. Hidden agenda is bigger than you. I said, here's the freedom, you made the news. Hidden agenda's still bigger than you.
And be thankful that it's all the same. It's the highest scoring losers game. And don't regret it, just forget it too. Hidden agenda is bigger than you -- Now what you gonna do?

As Seen On TV
With Jello Biafra

Another group of monster teenagers shot up their school today. What makes them do it? Video games? Marilyn Manson? Oh it can't be the parents, or the fact that schools sucks, or that
the jocks do get patted on the head every time they beat up the weirdo's and the jobs you get once you graduate are stupid, boring, meaningless, and a dead end to insanity.
I can't deny it's killing me, no one loses on TV. On TV.
When Sport Utiliy Vehicles are no longer enough...you need the TERMINATOR. Stuck in traffic in Lost Angeles? Drive over the tops of everybody else. You'll crush 'em before the
Cops can catch up with you. Your precious artifact shild needs to be safe, they're talking to a kid who's skin is a different colour? Grab the kid and mow 'em down!
Each new hot generation has a statemen they wanna call their own. Tattoos? Piercings? that's for Moms and Dads. What you want do is spend your allowance on Devil horn implants,
Elephant Man head, designer tails, third leg, fourth leg -- everyone a hermaphrodite! And on a lighter note...

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Hidden Agenda:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLaOV0YKDkk

The Deadlights were another Ozzfest 2000 Second Stage band from Los Angeles known for their extreme, uncompromising brand of hardcore metal music. Their name comes from a term from Stephen King which means the lights one sees at the point of death.

Bitter

You think that you can forget me as soon as you can find someone new?
But you can never forgive me for all the things you say that I put you through.
Do you still wonder about me?
If I've found something to ease my pain, and did you think you could hurt me?
By driving me insane?
Let Go!
You killed me, left me there to rot
I let go, now I am beyond control
Never forget my face
Inside your heart is an empty space
but you can never forget my face
I'll take the blame you shove away
There's not much more for us to save
I'll keep my distance inside myself
I'll never ask for any bodies help
You never knew the price we'd have to pay
But you will never forget my face
You can never forget my face
No not ever
You can never forget my face

:rock: :guitar:

One band on Ozzfest 2000 Second Stage which had a direct connection with the original band of the festival's founder was Apartment 26, which featured Biff Butler, son of Black Sabbath bassist Geezer Butler. But there, the connections ended, except for the fact that both played raucous, cutting edge music--son Biff's band happened to be of a more electronica/techno variety. The band, whose name was taken from the residence of the main character from the David Lynch movie Eraserhead, released their first album, Hallucinating, in 2000.

"In the way that Limp Bizkit or bands like that like to incorporate Hip Hop culture into their Rock music, we like to incorporate rave culture into our Rock music," Biff explained. "Our sound is really a four-way thing. Myself and A.C., who's the programmer, are very much into the rave culture, whereas Louis, the bass player, is very much into the Metal culture. So we all kind of let each other do our own thing, (but) it's the same key, the same tempo, the same song."



Backwards

Finished looking for the answers
Now I'm looking for the questions
I can look into you mirror and see inside your head
See my reflections and this is what I've bled
I look right into your mirror but I can't see me

Chorus:
Everything's gone backwards
Nothing's what it seems
I awake from my nightmares
Smash the mirror, smash the dreams

Backwards into future
Now you're making up for lost time
I hide under the shadow and try to hide my name
Eyes that will question and this is what I mean
I look back into your mirror
But still don't see me

Chorus (2x)

Smash the mirror, smash the dreams (3x)

Chorus (2x)

Smash the mirror, smash the dreams (3x)

Apt. 26

Repetition of my mind inside declines
I'm sick of all the people telling me to read between the lines
Deja vu? True. Inside it is you
I know I live inside a world who hates my mind
but I don't mind the hate
Again, again, baby bitch socialist
Synchronize the synthesis, believe in your existence
I hate you, but could not chance you so

Chorus:
I wonder what he said, either way I'm dead
Stupid inset, stupid inset
I wonder what she said, all the way my friend
Stupid inset, stupid inset

The repetition of our minds, beside and behind
I'm sick of all the people telling me to read between their lines
Deja vu? True. Inside it is you
I know I live inside a mind who hates the world so I reinvent

Chorus

Synchronize the synthesis, believe in your existence
I know I live inside a world who hates my mind so I reinvent
I know I live inside a mind who hates the world so I reinvent
I reinvent.
Deja vu? True. Inside it is you
I know I live inside a mind who hates the world so I reinvent.

Chorus

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Primer 55, from Memphis, Tennessee, was another rapcore/NU-metal band featured on the Ozzfest 2000 Second Stage whose debut album Introduction To Mayhem was released in 2000. They got their name from Highway 55, a popular drug trafficking route through Memphis, though they had nothing to do with drugs nor did they want anything to do with a dead music scene in Memphis. Guitarist Bobby Burns later went on to play bass in Soulfly.

More lyrics would be printed but they have too much profanity and have this bizarre obsession with trying to sound so "gangstah". For a white band.

Dose

psychodelic suicide, trip it and you'll never die
sometimes, i can not believe, the things that acid does to me
chemicals inside my brian, laughter easing all my pain
once thing i cannot believe is things that this world does to meö
does to me

somebody help me, i'm falling apart at the seams
only salvation is a drug called lsd

psychodelic suicide, hate that's dwelling deep inside
look inside and you will see, there's no such thing as make believe
chemicals inside my brian, assuring me that i'm insane
one thing i cannot believe, is things that this world does to meö.
does to me

somebody help me, i'm falling apart at the seams
only salvation is a drug called lsd

i can do anything when i dose, i can do nothing

somebody help me, i'm falling apart at the seams
only salvation is a drug called lsd

underneath the skin, lies your misery
somebody help me, i'm falling apart at the seams

Hate

i toss and turn and i can't sleep
i don't understand my life
i don't understand my suffering
i try to fight, i try to resist
but all the hate and all the pain
and all the lies, i can't take this
and i can't fight what i can't see
i can't fight for my life, i can't fight for my enemy
the lies you tell, chip away at my insides
leave me with nothing but hate that i can't hide

kill it.. hate

i try to take what you give me, i let you pick apart my brain
i let you pick apart my misery
i'm feeling tired and i feel sick
but all the stress and all the hate and all the pain
it's not worth it
and i can't fight what i can't see
i can't fight what i can't see
i can't fight for my life, i can't fight for my enemy
the lies you tell, chip away at my insides
leave me with nothing but hate that i can't hide

kill it. hate

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Shuvel were another rap-metal band from L.A. that had a straight on hard-edged sound with more politically charged lyrics. Their debut album, Set It Off, was released Their Second Stage set at Ozzfest 2000 convinced many that they were the real deal, though in interviews some of the members thought that the whole rap-metal thing had played itself out because it was more about trendy hip-hop-ism than real intensity.

Perhaps rap-metal was not real metal, and of course it was not real rap. Somehow in the past ten years, fans of extreme rock were put off by traditional metal's attempts at grandiosity and obsessive guitar shred-isms, and liked rap's "in your face" attitide though it lacked guitars. What was it, really? A new attempt at rage and energy, a sound which borrowed from both rap and metal and yet was neither. In 2000, there was found a middle ground between two extremes of rock--rap and hardcore punk, add to the mix detuned guitars, low-set bass, Pantera-esque vocals and streetwise lyrics, and this was NU-metal. Not all of the time did it stick to the formula, but it was all a search for new forms of intense expression now that previous forms of metal and hard music had seemed dated.


Okay, so this is "metal" which has more in common with Ice Cube than Iron Maiden: ohno:

Set It Off

Turn it up front, I'm turning heads
Speaking to the corrupt youth, prime time for the bloodshed
The impeccable minds embedded with the haze
Packing funeral beds going out in a blaze with no glory
To make the headline story, nationwide on the air homocide
Without thinking remorse a meek consequence
Was a bullet for self now the queries begin

Set it off
For the youth gone rat - a - tat, feel the aftermath
Did you get a good look with each life you took
No life for sale, one more tragic tale

And what remains of this simple world
They push the time to be scared no more
I'm watching war on the streets
But what the f:censored: is the cause
We're slowly slipping from the place in which we started from
Just a life jeopardized, through the use of a gun
And through the eyes lies thoughts and dreams
Reality kicks in soon, so make a wish in between
You cause yourself to confide in the bull****
Time is up the main event

Can't understand the ways 'cuz in my days, we knuckled 'em up
Nowadays it's bang-bang shoot 'em up
You get dealt with in no time that's real ****
Now hear the word take a tip from the one not the frame of mind
Like Columbine, I be rhyme with no reason at any time
To those beware here to take a stand
The final shell just dropped
From the gun in my hand

The stage is now set

Was that life
For sale
So did you get a good look at this life (come on)

Slipped

Constant thoughts of anger burn inside of me
The perceive all the lines and deceit
But your ways of hate don't abide to me
Now I'm caught in the thought
Of my grip on reality
Trips come with

Vengeance comes in time
For the muthaf:censored:a who slipped
Vengeance comes in time
For the muthaf:censored:a who slipped
Yea, for tha muthaf:censored:a

Now tha confrontation has arisen
And within it this life you have chosen
You made lies just to try and ignore when
The confrontation has arisen
All these thoughts build up from my emotions
I'm left like this to what extent of the hit
So ya know I'm grabbin' hold when I close in
Because the confrontation has arisen

Well muthaf:censored:a slipped

Come on

F:censored: you

Reveille , a NU-metal band from from Harvard, Massachusetts, played Woodstock 1999 and Ozzfest 2000, and toured with Godsmack, Machine Head, and Powerman 5000. The band released their debut album Laced in 1999.

Perfect World

Your money isn't power so forget the green
Its just feeding the fuel
What makes the world go round?
The same thing that lights the flame to burn it down
Its a capitol brainwash you must have avouch
Call it your purse, more like suicide pouch
Paper ain't a mean to pacify
When your wisdom is in your wallet you can kiss your ass good-bye
Rectify, this living policy is ****
And all its lies got you choking on your own spit
The seam has split, so spit or swallow
But your lead I'll never follow
So you can wallow in your own chaotic world
A puzzle pieced by our imperfections
Close your eyes, seal your lips, walk in fear
Now do you see what I can see? can you hear what I hear?
Your f:censored:ing trophies, your sexual treasures Just hide the pain beneath your simple pleasures
Desperate measures for desperate times
Searching for answers it won't let you find
It seeks to bind and then steal tomorrow
Your heart is hallow, your mind is fried
Soul is void, flat-lines will never lie

[chorus]
Despite your actions I will persevere
Now do you see what I see? can you hear what I hear?
Hate, rage, greed, sin
Ripples in the water, wrinkles in the skin
Our own little perfect world
A puzzle pieced by our imperfections
We see no evil, we hear no evil
We're all just victims of a perfect world

Permanent (Take A Look Around)

Rape me of my innocence
Amidst these cold and rainy days
There's so much hate beneath this sky
My inspirations all washed away
So tie me down and cut me up
And pour my blood upon the earth
No helpful hands to hold me up
And I could give a f:censored: for all that it's worth
Breath in, breath out, but take a closer look
Because your life is laced and now you're hooked
The hunter's become the hunted, when it rains, it pours
And instinctive push- you better lock your doors
Take a look around-tell me what you see
It's upside down, skewed permanently
Take a look around- tell me what you find
Just an empty search through a foreign kind
I'm sickened by this odious scent
Gently drifting on the breeze
A wave of lust, turning love to dust
And now we all fall to our knees
So cut me down, and turn me loose
And spill my thoughts upon the page
A hopeless attempt to redefine
Between our skyline and the seventh stage
[chorus]

Tell me what you see?
Tell me what you find?
Tell me what you feel?
Take a look around-line 'em up
It's permanent
So better check ya source
You better lock your doors
And take a closer look
Because the choice is yours
So get on or get off, give up or give in
Get on or get off, take a look around

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Formed in Montreal, Quebec in 1994 Slaves on Dope was a NU-metal band who gained a small share of popularity with the 2000 album, Inches From the Mainline as well as an appearance on the "SnoCore" tour. They were signed to Ozzy Osbourne's label, Divine Records and released their Inches From The Mainline album on it. They also made an appearance on the Ozzfest 2000 Second Stage, and while they were known primarily for their NU-metal sound, they would later go on to more alternative metal in the future. They were known for having a very heavy, relentless bass sound.

Pushing Back

Reach Back Into Your Mind
And Grab What You Left Inside [x2]

You're Pushing Me
And I'm Gonna Push Back
Pushing Me
Set To Attack [x2]

Reach Up And Touch The Sky
This Time You're Asking Why
You Tried To Achieve It
I Could Not Believe It
I Left It In Your Hands
And You Dropped The Ball

You're Pushing Me
And I'm Gonna Push Back
Pushing Me
Set To Attack [x2]

Reach And Grab What You Want
Do You Want To Feel
Someting That's Harder
Than Your F:censored:ing Soul
Push, Go Far
Grab What Is Left Inside
That's Cool
That's Who You Are
And I Don't
Want To Believe

You're Pushing Me
And I'm Gonna Push Back
Pushing Me
Set To Attack [x2]

You're Pushing Me
And I Can't Push You Back [until end]

Inches From the Mainline

I remember all the times that you stared at me
And you told me I was something to be proud of
Took a walk to the corner store in 85'
And again in 86'
In 87' i got high for the first time
88' it was my favorite pass time
89' I was inches from the mainline
On divine I'm doin' fine

This beast doesn't let me go!
It's makin' me!
(feel so strong)
I'm trying to re-create insanity!
(feel so strong)

Put myself in a program of recovery
Saw another side of life that was beautiful
It allowed to incorporate a way of life
That was meaningful to you
But you can never let go of the past
Sometimes the winner is really dead last
I know I'm clean
But my mind is so filthy, so filthy
So beautiful!

This beast doesn't let me go!
It's makin' me!
(feel so strong)
I'm trying to re-create insanity!
(feel so strong)

Don't rush me!
I'm fragile!
I wont bark
But I'll bite back, and I'll attack!

Do you belong?

This beast doesn't let me go!
It's makin' me!
(feel so strong)
I'm trying to re-create insanity!
(feel so strong)

I've been trying to get over
Being god but it's just too much fun
To control

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Ann Arbor, Michigan, band Taproot was another popular NU-metal band featured at Ozzfest 2000 whose first major label album Giftwas released that year. The band began in 1997 and sent their first demo to Limp Bizkit's frontman Fred Durst, who promised to get them signed with Interscope Records. When this in fact never happened, the band shopped around for another label and ended up signing a lucrative record deal with Atlantic Records/Velvet-Hammer. Durst felt so betrayed by this that he heavily cursed the band on vocalist Stephen Richards' answering machine. He also put some blame on System of a Down, who assisted Taproot in securing the Atlantic deal. As retaliation, Durst kicked System off of the 1999 Family Vaules Tour, replacing them with Staind. Clearly, Durst felt that he was a "man" with a little too much power. ohno:

Their 2000 album Gift featured the song " Again And Again", which was featured on the newly revived Headbangers' Ball program on MTV2, a new music-oriented version of MTV, after the original channel became more about fashion, reality and game shows rather than music videos. Headbangers' Ball had been retired since 1993, when the popularity of metal suffered a steep decline, but with the new crop of NU-metal bands rising in popularity, the genre was resurrected in spades. Ozzy's son Jack, whom we'll be hearing more about in the near future, was instrumental in getting the band on the Ozzfest bill. The band was touted as the next contenders for the kings of NU-metal.

MTV2 drove fans into confusion by pronouncing the band's name as
"Tarpool". :confused:

Again And Again

Sick and angered by my friends
Extremely cold and heartless
talking **** behind my back about me
To my friends
The source a jealous passion towards a spirit
stuck in contention and fame

* Chorus*
Just need some time to myself again,
Need to bring back the old days
When I was in control of my life
Again and Again

Just endangered with my friends extremely bold and honest
I'll be when it comes to me
I said that I was sorry
But you don't hear me

*Chorus* 2x

I tried to say that I was sorry to you
but you don't think I speak honestly
I am so sorry
NO!

*Chorus* 2x

I

I'm seeing tunnel vision in a world that's dark and cold
I can't believe how much I've changed since the days of old
I know
it's temporary but
I need to focus straight
I can't believe I lost control of my fate
I need forgiveness from the people I truly care about
I need support behind my back to help me spit it out
I'm gonna win
I can't afford to blow this one

I hate myself sometimes
I love myself
I need this way of life,
because it holds me.

I hate myself sometimes
I love myself.
If contradiction's the way of life
Happiness is wealthiness is healthy

Now that I've made it through those lies and deceit,
I think what's done is done and I can't complain anymore
I am sure,
that I have found myself again it feels great
I can't believe I'd lost control of my fate.

I need forgiveness from the people I truly care about
I need support behind my back to help me spit it out
I'm gonna win
I can't afford to blow this one

I hate myself sometimes
I love myself
I need this way of life because it holds me.

I hate myself sometimes
I love myself.
If contradiction's the way of life
Happiness is wealthiness is healthiness

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Again And Again:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbT-7vBfCqU

For those who thought the new sound of metal was entirely white boys' province needed to look no further than
the Canadian all-female band Kittie as proof otherwise. The band from London, Ontario, first
met in their high school gym class and decided to form a group with an unusual name; in the words of lead vocalist
and guitarist Morgan Lander: "When we were thinking of names to call the band before our first
show, we had decided that we wanted something completely contradictory to what the band and the sound of the
band was. I think we chose Kittie because we wanted something totally unexpected, something that sounded weak
and s:censored:y, so that when you heard the band for the first time, it would be a total shock. I think there were a
few other p:censored:y sounding names...Like Swan or Swansong (which is what I remember really wanting to call
the band)...But Kittie was chosen, and the rest is history."

Mercedes Lander, Morgan's sister, filled out on drums. The band went through a number of lineup changes, including bassist Talena Atfield, who left allegedly because it was claimed (though never confirmed) that she was "obsessed" with the Columbine killings.

Spit

COWARD!!

spit i think i'll spit
For all those girls, who speak contradiction The guy who crept through the
shadows everyday to clutch his own conclusion Watch all the blood, as it
drips from your veins you coward Godspeed, may your death come quickly

i think i'll take this hate and , SPIT, SPIT, SPIT

Now as it's passed onto the next one I feel a bloodrush come right over me
You know you will never be right in the eyes of the ones who know You trusted
the devil and she will betray you

Low

Why do i get **** all the time from you men You are swine You think dick is
the answer But its not [x2]

Brackish

She is not scared to die..
The best things in life drive her to cry.
Crucify then learn..
(take so much away from inside you, makes no sence, you know he can't guide
you, he's your ****ing shoulder to lean on, be strong!)
Sit and watch me burn..
She's led to believe, that it be ok,
look at your face, scarred in dismay,
but times have changed, and so have you..
I think I'd rather crucify then learn
(take so much away from inside you, makes no sence, you know he can't guide
you, he's your ****ing shoulder to lean on, be strong!)
Sit and watch me burn..
I'd like to take you down, and show you
deep inside, my life my inner working
so smell and lack of inner pride,
to touch upon the surface, is not for
what it seems, I take away
my problems, but only in my dreams.
(take so much away from inside you, makes no sence, you know he can't guide
you, he's your ****ing shoulder to lean on, be strong!)
Crucify the learn..
(take so much away from inside you, makes no sence, you know he can't guide
you, he's your ****ing shoulder to lean on, be strong!)
Crucify then learn..
Sit and watch me burn..

:rock: :guitar: :guitar: :rock: :kitties:

The Queens Of the Stone Age, the first to headline the mainstage at Ozzfest 2000,
released Rated R that year, those there was some debate as to what the name
of the album actually was: Rated R, Restricted, or just "R". The album had the familiar MPAA
movie preview rating label for the cover, but there was just enough family-friendly entertainment
for nearly everyone on the album. However, the band would undergo a series of lineup changes
by that time, though former Judas Priest frontman Rob Halford contributed vocals on the song
"Feel Good Hit Of the Summer". The album was critically praised but commercially disappointing,
but the band managed to build a huge audience of fans with their tours with the Foo Fighters and
Hole, in addition to Ozzfest. The album also featured one of the band's most popular tunes,
"The Lost Art Of Keeping a Secret".

The band also released a vinyl version of the album called Rated X, which did in fact contain
a number of pornographic drawings done by the band's guitarist Josh Homme, some of which that the
record company insisted he remove.

The Lost Art Of Keeping a Secret

I've got a secret, I cannot say

Blame all the movement to give it away
You've got somethin, I understand
Holding it tightly, caught on command
Leap of faith, do you doubt?
Cut you in, I just cut you out

(chorus)
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone

Look for reflections, in your face
Canine devotion, time can't erase
Out on the corner, locked in your room
I never believe them and I never assume
Still can't believe there is a lie
Promises promise, an eye for an eye
We've got something to reveal
No one can know how we feel

(repeat chorus 2x)

I think you already know
How far I'd go not to say
You know the art is gone
And I'm taking this all to the grave

(repeat chorus)

:guitar: :banana: :mango

This song is fairly easy to remember:

Feel Good Hit Of the Summer

Nicotine, valium, viccodin, marijuana, ecstasy, and alcohol

Cocaine

(Repeat several times over)

:rock: :guitar: :crazy: :drink:


And along those lines:

Better Living Through Chemistry

The blue pill opens your eyes

Is there a better way
A new religion prescribed
To those without the faith
The hero holding a knife
And blood is not enough
Is it too late to go back?
Is it too late to go?

There's no one here
And people everywhere, you're on your own

Let's see if I'm hearing this right
Is it just I should take
And never endings are glad
To cary out the dead
Your idols burn in the fire
The mob comes crawling out (take us down and out)
I'm reclaiming their minds
Destroying everyone

There's no one here
And people everywhere, you're all alone

:rock: :guitar: :crazy: :drink:

Another band featured prominently on the Ozzfest 2000 mainstage was not only one of the biggest names in NU-metal, but a band of practicing Christians, a first for the major metal-or-otherwise festival, P.O.D., whose initials stood for Payable On Death, a reference to Christ's crucifixion. The San Diego band had been together for roughly ten years, releasing a few EPs and independent albums before their major label debut, 1999's The Fundamental Elements of Southtown, which featured the hits "Southtown" and Total Request Live favorite "Rock the Party." The band featured guitarist Marcos Curiel, drummer Wuv Bernardo (real first name Noah), Traa Daniels on bass, and Curiel's cousin Sonny Sandoval on vocals.

Unlike another hugely popular band at the time, Creed, who chose to remain ambiguous about their faith, P.O.D. were a band of Christians who wore their beliefs proudly on their sleeves, though chose not to sign to a contemporary Christian music record label (with the exception of an early EP which was distributed on Seattle's Tooth And Nail Records, which had a reputation of releasing predominantly alternative Christian artists). Sandoval became a Christian after the death of his mother from an illness. But in spite of the extremely positive vibes the band was giving non-Christian ("secular") audiences, many Christian organizations such as Focus On the Family condemned the fact that many Christian fans of the band who wanted to see the band had to go to an "evil" music festival in order to do so. As much as the band respected the Christian family-values group founded by Dr. James Dobson, they disagreed with their assessment that they were doing anything wrong by being onstage at Ozzfest--after all, wasn't the message of Jesus all about being a light in the darkness and being a friend to sinners?

It was also a strange phenomenon that around that time that P.O.D. were becoming a new "U2 of the Y2K's" (as U2 were known to be predominantly Christians in a non-Christian music scene), many Christians began to pick up on the whole "new urban" streetwise vibe of the band and similar artists. Christian kiddies began a new "hip" trend of the whole baggy clown-pants-N'-wallet-chains fashion, designer tennis shoes, backwards baseball caps, short hair and goatees, as well as the incessant "ghetto" lingo--and these were white kids! :eek: :rolleyes: One show on TBN (Trinity Broadcasting Network, the major Christian network next to CBN) on Saturday night had a whole half hour of youth preachers swaggering around acting how "wid'dit" they were, with all the slang about "how J.C. was all that, and we were on fire for da Lord and He'z be doing some happening things in the hood wid da young people all ova", etc. Not the actual words, but with that sort of trendy sort of attitude and lingo. Interesting how maybe not even five years before, such young preachers most likely were all decked in their Doc Marten boots and freak-flag flannel shirts--and long hair. What were they before the grunge/alternative revolution hit? Spandex, mousse and leather? ;)

Southtown

Welcome to hard times, back again like it's never been
For the first time it seem to mess with my head
When I realize what it takes, can I relate
With whatever, but never will it drive me to hat
Could be the next guy that you take before I wake
Now I lay me down to sleep, eyes tight when I pray
This here is real life, circumstances make you think
Should I be counting my blessings, the next second my eyes blink
Here in the Southtown you know that kid don't play
Put it down in the streets, will I see another day
If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
And thank God that I made it alive

One love it's easier said than done
Can I rise above anything that gets in my way?
Like words you say, you let your tongue get loose
And when push comes to shove, I'm not used to walking away
I keep on looking up, because these times are getting tough
Tomorrow's gone and it's the same o' song
Father fill my cup, give me strength to power up
A life to shine, you're the diamond in this rough

It ain't gots to be like this
Don't wanna throw up my fist
Don't wanna be like this
Don't wanna throw up my fist
I must resist

Here in the Southtown you know that kid don't play
Put it down in the streets, will I see another day
If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
And thank God that I made it alive

:guitar: :banana: :mango

In spite of all the ghetto-isms co-opted by white teens, P.O.D. pretty much had a realness about them. They were such a popular band at that time that even Uncle Ozzy was shown on the cover of a Guitar World magazine that year with one arm around one of P.O.D. members' shoulders. Not too often that a man once touted as the "evil-est" guy in all of rock and roll hugs a Christian musician! :D

Rock the Party (Off the Hook)

We came here to rock this jam
Spread His love is the master of plan
Let this light ignite like a star
Everybody in the party knows who we are
You gotta get down, dance around, floss your style
P.O.D., guarantee, make it worth your while
Bad vibes, leave 'em at the door
Soulcheck'n, housewreck'n, keep 'em begg'n for more
We came to rock the party all night long
So party people won't ya sing that song
We came to rock the party all night long
And keep it live till the break of dawn

Hey DJ won't ya play that song
And we'll keep dancing till the break of dawn
Keep it live like the way it should
Ain't nobody gett'n crazy so you know it's all good
B-boys, fly-girls one time
Friend of yours is a friend of mine
Don't brother stopping till this jam is through
If you been here before then you know how we do

We came to rock the party all night long
So party people won't ya sing that song
We came to rock the party all night long
And keep it live till the break of dawn

We got to play what we feel
Then I can say I came real
Don't wanna be caught mess'n around
Cuz a party ain't a party when it gets shut down
Off the hook, with the cutz, that's right
Feel'n loose cuz it sounds so tight
Rock da spot till the very end
Make sure that you're there when we do it again

We came to rock the party all night long
So party people won't ya sing that song
We came to rock the party all night long
And keep it live till the break of dawn

:guitar: :banana: :mango party:

Southtown:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8IXkxmhkIo

Rock the Party:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zyA_tSsz174

Rock the Party (Remix):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPRwpc0gWws

Methods Of Mayhem, whom we have met in 1999, was of course the NU-metal band founded by Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee who had gained noteriety at this point for non-musical events such as domestic violence against his wife, actress Pamela Anderson. While serving time in jail in Los Angeles, Lee began writing and composing musical ideas for his next non-Crue project. He had grown tired of being in the band that had epitomized the 80's well into the previous decade, and wanted something newer and relevent: rap-metal, or NU-metal was his answer. The band did not stay together for long, but proved that some 80's rockers were open to change.

So this was the "new" metal? Rap vocals, hip-hop beats? Detuned guitars playing more like repeated samples, with no improvisation, the hallmarks of traditional metal? Was it a new kind of trendiness that replaced the old? A new form of expression by people of color, co-opted by Caucasians (again), which replaced an older form of expression by people of color (think: blues songs stolen by Led Zeppelin back in the late 60's)? Was it no surprise that year that rap's most popular entertainer was a white performer who was creating more noteriety and controversy than his black influences? Again the question was asked: was this "metal with a groove", or "rap with guitars"? Which was it more, metal, though it bore no connection to traditional metal, or rap, which had no real connection to metal in spite of a novelty song by Anthrax and a few other examples? Such songs as "I'm the Man" proved that metal could embrace totally different styles of music--but was it wise to do so? At the dawn of a new century, metal for the most part was suffering from the 90's mainstream backlash, brought on by grunge and alternative and further displaced by the omnipresence of rap and hip-hop (and not to forget teen-pop as well). It was no longer "cool" to be metal, but "way hella cool" to hybrid-ize it with urban beats. Had metal really found a new relevance in the new decade? Or had white urban culture stolen the tools of metal and utilized them for its own style? Another thing made the whole thing questionable in the eyes of many was, now that white culture had replaced traditional rock and metal with rap and hip-hop, why did it just scream "MALL-JAMMER!!!" to so many? One could understand the rage and desperation behind black rappers, the run-ins with the law, fights with rival gangs, the drugs, poverty and broken homes (and let's not forget "the bitchez an' ho's", :rolleyes: ), etc.--even though many of these rappers were livin' large, but the black experience was largely lost on suburban white youth, who, while having their fair share of broken families and desolation, were more concerned with mixing it up with other displaced young white male shoppers over a pair of Nikes or an X-Box at the Supermall. Rap gave young whites a new sense of "identity", they had found their Inner Black Self. The 90's had infused a sense of guilt and awkwardness over "being white", and the only way to atone for this was by embracing black idioms and music (hence a certain derisive slur combining the letter "w" with a common racial slur for a person of color--indicating a sort of urban poseurism by white youths). So now that "white" rock and roll (which was orginally formed by blacks) had been displaced by rap (now being stolen by whites), it was now time for a common version of rock and roll predominanty created by whites, metal, to be
usurped by the new version of coolness offered by rap. Now music fans could have it both ways: the trendy in-your-face-ness of rap and hip-hop with those booming guitars of metal--without the song structures or dizzying technique of the same. Though many NU-metal bands were featured over the years on the Ozzfest stage, the bands were not raised on Black Sabbath, Maiden, Priest, Motley Crue, early Metallica, or even Ozzy himself; for them "metal" for all intents and purposes did begin with Ice-T, and of course, Korn. It was strange that very few bands of Ozzy's generation were not featured at Ozzfest by this time, but looking back, perhaps not so surprising at all. In time, that situation would definitely change, with astonishing results.

Of course, this was not a question about the legitimacy of rap and hip-hop, or of urban expressions, but about the ironic embracing of rap and hip-hop by white teens who were changing the face of traditional music that seemed more of an attempt to appear commercial and trendy. White kids (and not a few black ones) believed that cred, rep, and 'tude was simply something you could buy at the mall. Lacking the experience of many black youths, many affluent white suburban kids liked to give the image of being streetwise and "from da hood". Traditional forms of popular music had no relevance unless couched in rap/hip-hop idioms (is it no surprise that everywhere one goes, you cannot hear a commercial jingle without some sort of nod to urban music?). Music and radio programmers had this belief that everyone and their mother's dog wanted to "get into the groove" of this new (overplayed) style--which would guarantee Fubu-wear jeans and shirts would fly off the shelves at a record pace.


And except for being in jail and beating up his "ho", did Tommy Lee really have any cred as a rapper? ohno:


Clips of Methods of Mayhem; snippets of White Interurbanites Going Gangsta Effecting Realness: ;)

Another Ozzfest 2000 mainstage band was Incubus, whose 1999 album Make Yourself sparked huge interest with the songs "Pardon Me", "Drive" and "Stellar". The album featured positive themes of finding self-identity and non-conformity. Incubus may have been more of a rap-influenced rock band more than a NU-metal band than their peers were, even using a "scratching" turntable in some of their songs. Their songs from this album were a little lighter than those offered by other bands on the bill.

Pardon Me

- I just want everybody to know if we never done this before..
- IEI !!!
- So huh... this is the first time and if it sucks huh... don't blame us.
- Yeah, but we felt really special.
- Yeah, blame her, huh, blame her, if it's sucks IT'S HER IDEA!
(hahahaha)
- Here we go...

Pardon me while I burst...
Ohh noo... ohh no no... ohh no no no no...

A decade ago,
I never thought I would be,
at twnety-three, on the verge of
spontaneous combustion. -Woe-is-me.-
But I guess that it comes
with the territory,
An omnious landscape of
never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear,
I need you to see
that I have had all I can take and
exploding seems like a definate possibility
to me.

So pardon me while I burst
into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same!

Now, two days ago,
I was having a look
in a book
and I saw a picture of a guy
fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate,"
cause lately I've been thinking of combustication
as a welcomed vacation from
the burdens of
the planet Earth.
like gravity, hypocrisy,
and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently.

Pardon me while I burst
into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same!

Never be the same, yeah...
Ohhhh, pardon me, the one that burst into flames...
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.

So pardon me while I burst
into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same!

Never be the same, yeahh!!
Ohh noo, never noo, nooo...

Stellar

You are stellar.

Meet me in outer space.
We could spend the night;
watch the earth come up.
I've grown tired of that place;
won't you come with me?
We could start again.

(Chorus) How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
Meet me in outer space.
I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights.
I need you to see this place, it might be the only way
that I can show you how
it feels to be inside of you.

(Chorus) How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do

Ohhh...

You are stellar.

You are stellar.

How do you do it?
make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
its better than I ever knew.

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.

Drive

Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much
I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.
It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague,
haunting mass appeal.
But lately I'm beginning to find that I
should be the one behind the wheel.

Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, Yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there..I'll be there.

So, if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
Aah-ah-oo-o-o.

It's driven me before and it seems to be the way
that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that when
I drive myself my light is found.

Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, Yeahhh
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there...I'll be there.

Would you choose water over wine....hold the wheel and drive?

Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, Yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there..I'll be there.
Do do do do do do do do do do do
ohh wa oh
Do do do do do do do do do do do
ohh wa oh

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Pardon Me:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7aMb8dbD-eQ

Stellar:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Oi9b8W2IB0

Drive:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZzOslcVjL0A

Godsmack, the band from the East Coast which prompted hundreds of Alice In Chains comparisons, also appeared on the Ozzfest 2000 mainstage. Their album Awake was released in the fall of that year, which featured such tracks as "Sick Of Life" and the title track, both of which brought the band much controversy and derision when they were used in commercials for the U.S. Navy! :eek: More about that later, as we shall see.

Awake

Wait another minute.
Can't you see what this pain has f:censored:ing done to me?
I'm alive and still kickin'.
What you see i can't see...
And maybe you'll think before you speak.
I'm alive for you.
I'm awake because of you.
I'm alive i told you.
I'm awake swallowing you.
Take another second.
Turn your back on me...
And make believe that you're always happy.
It's safe to say you're never (alive)<- that word is supposed to be have!
A big part of you has died.
And by the way...
I hope you're satisfied.
Tearing it back unveiling me.
Taking a step back so i can breathe.
Hear the silence about to break.
Fear resistance when i'm awake.

Sick Of Like

Paralyzed.
Nothing's getting through to me.
Hypnotized from all my surroundings.
I wanna be something i could never be.
I wanna say things that i could never say.
Yeah, i'm gonna do it again!i'm gonna do it agin! i'm gonna do it agayayayn
Sick (sick )of (of)my life.
I'm tired of everything in my life.
Dragged down.
Rubbing my face in the ground.
No time for the undecided.
I wanna know why i've always felt alone.
And i wanna love.
Why am i untouchable?
Yeah, i'm gonna do it again! i'm gonna do it agin! i'm gonna do it agayayayn
Sick (sick) of (of) my life.
I'm tired of everything in my life.
I never wanted to be sick (sick) of (of) my life.
I'm tired of everything in my life. (my life) (life)x16
Ooooohhhhhhaaaahhhhhhh rrraaaahhh
Sick (sick) of (of) my life.
I'm tired of everything in my life.
I never wanted to be sick (sick) of (of) my life.
I'm tired of everything in my life.

Greed

two faced!
I feel you crawling under my skin.
Sickened by your face.
By the way...
To think that your so ****ing kind?
...you ain't!
Hard to find how i feel...
Especially when your smothering me.
Hard to find how i feel...
Please someone help me!
I knew when an angel whispered into my ear...
"you gotta get him away."
Hey little bitch!
Be glad you finally walked away...
Or you may have not lived another day.
Hard to find how i feel...
Especially when your smothering me.
Hard to find how i feel...
Please someone help me.
Hard to find how i feel...
Controlling me every step of the way.
Hard to find how i feel...
You greedy little baby!!

:rock: :guitar: :banana: :mango


Awake:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjz7wl_pads

(live):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgiyX-YFkc8

Sick Of Life (live):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKFeXVQDVZg

Greed:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxN-KOkfprk

While headliner Ozzy may have featured tons of rap-influenced "metal" bands on the Ozzfest stage over the years,
it may come as a surprise to many that he in fact contributed vocals to the 1982 dance hit song "Shake Your Head
(Let's Go To Bed)" by the pop duo Was/Not Was, which featured famed producer Don Was.
The song also featured vocals by a certain female singer no one knew too much about back then.


That singer was Madonna.


:eek2: :faint:
In a later European re-release of the song, Madonna insisted that her vocals be taken off the record, and in her place,
actress Kim Basinger filled in on the female singing parts. Anything without Madonna is an improvement. ohno: :lol:

Who ever knew then that Ozzy had some of that r & b groove in him? Dance pop, NU-metal. Is there a coincidence? I think not. ;)

Shake Your Head (Let's Go To Bed)

You can't argue with death
Can't break a burly sailor's neck
You can't drink lava from plastic glasses
And you can't influence the masses
Can't tune a radio to heaven
You can't live seven lives
You can't win money at the horses
And you can't fight the armed forces

Shake your head
Shake your head
Shake your head
Shake your head
Let's go to bed

You can't feed the hungry
Can't talk Shakespeare to a monkey
You can't ban the bomb
And there's no way to stay calm
You can't sue Buddha for libel
You can't rewrite the Bible
You can't hit homers like Babe Ruth
And yan't put your finger on the truth

Shake your head
Shake your head
Shake your head
Shake your head
Let's go to bed

Ooh, uhuh

And you can't influence
And you can't influence
And you can't influence
Mmm, let's go to bed

You can't sing underwater
You can't have the boss' daughter
You can't make missles out of mud
You can't purify bad blood

You can't feed hungry
You can't pretend to have fun
You can't read a robot's mind
Can't expect vultures to be kind

Shake your head
Shake your head
Shake your head
Shake your head
Let's go to bed

Let's go to bed
Ooh, let's go to bed

:banana: :mango

Interesting, the version of this video is different from what I heard on the radio nearly 25 years ago, but at least
Kim Basinger is a lot sexier than Shewhobegatcandlebox! :eyes: Can sing better than Madge as well!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1WSm9mz68o

It may have been easy to dismiss NU-metal as simply "rap with guitars" or
"rock with turntables", but the subgenre in fact cut a cross a broad variety of styles and was not limited by a certain urban beat or visual style. NU-metal borrowed both from 80's and early 90's thrash metal as well as alternative metal from that same period. NU-metal, sometimes also called aggro-metal, found inspiration in both thrashers Metallica and Megadeth, the funk-punk/metal of Primus, Faith No More, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Fishbone, and Rage Against the Machine, as well as even industrial metal acts as Marilyn Manson, Ministry, Nine Inch Nails, Fear Factory, as well as metal-related acts as Tool and Helmet. NU-metal also embraced the groove of Seattle grunge bands such as Pearl Jam. After Kurt Cobain's death, Korn's debut album filled the void for many who hungered for something heavier, more rhythmic, and spoke to their traumatic teen experiences. By the late 90's, tours such as Ozzfest, which had replaced Lollapalooza as the must-see music event of the summer, and 1998's Family Values Tour that year, which included Limp Bizkit, System Of A Down, Incubus, Orgy, Ice Cube and Rammstein, showed that a huge audience existed for harder edged music. Limp Bizkit, System Of A Down, Incubus, Orgy, Ice Cube and Rammstein. on MTV's Total Request Live program was a similar outlet which revealed a return in the popularity of rock music.

The sentiment was reinforced by MTV's "Return of the Rock" specials which featured Korn, Limp Bizkit, and other nu metal bands that experienced mainstream success at the turn of the century. The term "nu metal" adapted and the category began to describe bands that combined traditional metal themes with other styles such as hip-hop. Not all bands sounded alike and many crossed over into very different genres, some alternative, others hip-hop, while others into strictly metal. Generally speaking, the emphasis in the music is on either communicating feelings of angst and hostility, or motivating a crowd to move with the beat -- ideally, both at once. However, guitar-playing in nu metal still often varies vastly in complexity, sound and usage. Bands take elements from several forms of music when composing the riffs for their guitars, causing a high variance between the bands. One common trait of most nu metal bands however, is to emphasize the guitar as a rhythmic instrument. Riffs often consist of only a few different notes or power chords played in rhythmic, syncopated patterns. To emphasize this rhythmic nature, nu metal guitarists generally make liberal use of palm muting, that is often widely spaced out and blend easily into the surrounding riffs, in a manner similar to grunge and hip hop.

Perhaps more important in NU-metal than guitar is the bass, which is a more rhythmically based instrument than the guitar. In NU-metal, just as Korn's seven-stringed guitars, originally an invention by shred god Steve Vai, were the norm, the five-stringed bass, more than four, is a requirement to achieve a greater depth in the sound.

Not surprisingly, while many embraced the new combination of metal sounds with rap, many metal purists condemned this peurile approach to making metal accessible to teens, calling it "mall-metal", while many rap fans clutched their ears at the sound of detuned, distorted guitars with rap rhythms. Not many persons of color embraced NU-metal for this reason.

Fred Durst; Slipknot; mall-jammer babies; Ibanez 7-string Korn signature guitars used by Head and Munky; Ibanez 5-string signature bass used by Fieldy of Korn:

One new band added to the NU-metal roster was Papa Roach, featuring Members Jacoby Shaddix on vocals, Jerry Horton on guitar, Tobin Esperance on bass, and Dave Buckner on drums, whose 2000 major label debut album Infest featured the hits "Last Resort" and "Broken Home". They began in 1993 in Vacaville, California and released a series of indie EPs such as 1994's Potatoes For Christmas. In 1999, after opening for many bands such as Incubus, Powerman 5000, (həd) pe, Snot, Far and Static-X, Warner Brothers became interested in the band and financed a promo-demo, but declined to sign them at the last moment. They recorded one more final EP before they were finally signed by Dreamworks for their major label debut. They recorded Infest in the fall of 1999 and released it the following spring. Instantly the band became a huge success worldwide, finding wide exposure on the Vans Warped Tour. The song and video "Last Resort" became one of the biggest songs that year, however, Lars Ulrich of Metallica commented that the riff for the song lifted heavily from Iron Maiden's anthem "Hallowed Be Thy Name" (which it does).
:lol:

The lyrics hit home for a lot of frustrated youth (I can relate to this one, relates to my past in 1979... :( )

Last Resort

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a f:censored:
If I cut my arm bleeding

This is my last resort

Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a f:censored:
If I cut my arm bleeding
Do you even care
If I die bleeding?

Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation out of sight
And I'm contemplating suicide

Cause I'm losing my sight,
Losing my mind,
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight,
Losing my mind,
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

I never realized
I was spread too thin
Till it was too late
And I was empty within
Hungry feeding on chaos and living in sin
Downward spiral, where do I begin
It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself
And no love for another
Searching to find a love upon a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils

Cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind,
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight,
Losing my mind,
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

Nothing's alright
Nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I'm crying(x4)

I can't go on living this way

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a f:censored:
If I cut my arm bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right?
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might.
Mutilation out of sight.
And I'm contemplating suicide.

Cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind,
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

Nothing's alright
Nothing is fine

I'm running and I'm crying

I can't go on living this way

Can't go on
Living this way
Nothing's all...right!

Broken Home

Broken home
All alone
Broken home
All alone

I can't seem to fight these feelings
I'm caught in the middle of this
My wounds are not healing
I'm stuck in between my parents
I wish I had someone to talk to
Someone to I could confide in
I just wanna know the truth
I just wanna know the truth

Want to know the truth

Broken home
All alone
I know my mother loves me
But does my father even care
If I'm sad or angry
You were never ever there
When I needed you
I hope you regret what you did
I think I know the truth
Your father did the same to you
Did the same to you

I'm crying day and night now
What is wrong with me
I cannot fight now
I feel like a weak link
Crying day and night now
What is wrong with me
I cannot fight now
I feel like a weak link

A weak link

Broken home
All alone

It feels bad to be alone
Crying by yourself, living in a broken home
How could I tell it so all y'all could feel it
Depression strikes hard just like my old earth would tell it
To me, her son, she told me I'm the one
Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun
Stories that I tell are nonfiction
And you can't take it back cause it's already done

BROKEN HOME
BROKEN HOME

Can't seem to fight these feelings
Caught in the middle of this
My wounds are not healing
Stuck in between my parents

BROKEN HOME
BROKEN HOME

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Last Resort:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyOjBiC7ltE



Below is a Schecter Jerry Horton C-1 guitar, named after the band's guitarist.
It looks cool and all, but does anyone REALLY want a guitar with the image of a dead insect on it? :eek: puke: :lol:

Cold, a NU-metal band from Florida, began their career in 1995 and later caught the ear of Fred Durst, who appears to have become a kingpen of such newer acts and pushed them onto future success. Their self-titled debut, released in 1998, featured such songs as "Go Away", "Give", and "Goodbye Cruel World". The band then followed up with a more successful album, 13 Ways To Bleed On Stage, which featured songs such as "Just Got Wicked", "End of the World", "No One", and "Bleed". The band became so successful at that point that guitarist Kelly Hayes even had an ESP guitar custom designed for him as a signature model, featuring the band's trademark spider talisman on the body. Vocalist Scooter Ward had a unique voice as well. The band created a buzz for its dark songs with lyrics ridden with angst and hurt.

Go Away

All the sounds around you used to play along with your torn up head
As the music seeps into you everyone was trampled dead
Everyone could see your madness slip in till it takes control
Everyone could see right through you I wish you would just go away
Go away from all the pain that made you, half as good as God taken all over in my Brain.

I recall the future, take another star, make him feel the pain
For every song you ever wrote take another f:censored:ing drink
For every melody that haunts take a pill that makes you faint
For every part of you that hurts take a needle make it sting
The irony is I'm just like you a pseudo-f:censored:ing freak

Give

I give you everything but me, everyone around you twisted fame
I can't control you and your look, you silly freak you super f:censored:
I can't believe whose side you're on
Everyone around you layed with dogs
Like a bitter pill that's lost its taste
I'll take the whole thing anyway
I don't love you, you don't love me, but I can imagine
Like a little thief without a key, well I can imagine
I'll take the world blow it away, send all your hopes to outer space

I can't control you and your look, you silly freak you super f:censored:
I can't believe whose side you're on
Everyone around you layed with dogs
Like a bitter pill that's lost its taste
I'll take the whole thing anyway
Like a hurricane that lost his speed, I can imagine
Like a liquored mind, I've gone insane, and I can imagine

Just Got Wicked

I can taste your innocence
Young and sweet like mother made you
Everything frozen in ice
These motherf:censored:ers just got wicked
Well I can't explain this little man
Taken over
Can't explain the way that I feel

Everyone got twisted up
Everyone got behind my back and broke it
Cause it's my world
Everyone got twisted up
All your friends got behind my back
And broke it
Cause it's my world

1, 2, 3 here I come with the wicked

Well I can't explain this little man
Taken over
Can't explain the way that I feel

You are the love I never found

End Of the World

Everyone came around here
Everyone else got sick
And watched the clock tickin' slowly
Everyone knew the ending
Opened a bag of tricks
And stumbled over their own
They blew minds away
Sort of the cripplin just like thunder
And it's gone today
I'm so happy that it's on

It's the end of the world

Well it's far away
In a hurricane, twisting slowly
Now it's gone today
I'm so happy that it's on

It's the end of the world

My world, my love, my gun

Now I'm all alone
Kept the pain inside
Wanna torch the world
Cause I'm breathin fire

My world, my love, my gun

No One

Well I can't ever really believe
No one was sent to get me
And I feel like I'm being erased
No one got left here
I'm all alone
No one was sent to get me
I'm all alone
No one got left here

But I'm fine
No one got left here
Well I'm fine
If it's fine then stay

I can't breathe when I see
The pictures sent without you
I feel like i've been erased
No one got left here

I'm all alone
No one was sent to get me
I'm all alone
No one got left here

I'm so sick of this terrible instinct
It's so hard now
Just to find you

So sick of the terrible instinct
I can only find you

Bleed

I'm feeling crossed
I take it inside
Burn up the pain
My thoughts are strange
Just like the things
I used to love
Just like the tree that fell
I heard it
If art is still inside
I feel it

I wanna bleed
Show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream
Let the blood flow that keeps me alive

Take all these strings
They call my veins
Wrap them around
Every f:censored:ing thing

Presence of people
Not for me
Well I must remain in tune
Forever
My love is music
I will marry melody

I wanna bleed
Show the world all that I have inside
I wanna scream
Let the blood flow that keeps me alive

Won't you let me take you
For a ride
You can stop the world
Try to change my mind
Won't you let me show you
How it feels
You can stop the world
But you won't change me

I need music
I need music
I need music to set me free
To let me bleed

Give:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-BaCHJ3isg

Just Got Wicked:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3poKmR4UTs0

End Of the World:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3OR9ICk_Uh4

No One

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6GE7xy0u2M

This video is sad and poignant:

Bleed:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKdUXX5qUdM

With all this NU-metal, would there be a chance there would be something a little, er, newer? Tons of band erupted over the past several years who joined the ranks of the NU-metal elite, but for many, could not be adequately described as true metal. The rap fans and fiends took great pains at attempting to reinvent the steel, but aside from Pantera, no one was quite successful. Except for one thrash-oriented band from Richmond, Virginia, who made some waves on the East Coast, Burn the Priest.

The band, originally formed in 1990, featured guitarist Mark Morton, drummer Chris Adler and bassist John Campbell , all students at Virginia Commonwealth University, formed an instrumental group with another guitarist Abe Spear . The band later brought on vocalist Randall Blythe, and decided to change their name after Spear left to enter a drug rehabilitation center and pursue a career in photography. Not wanting to be confused with being a "satanic" band, they switched their name in 1999 to something that was the polar opposite--and changed the course of metal in the 2000's.

Bloodletting

Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass denial. Bitterness
fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity. Stepping the grate, shattered
nerves ground down to a glass edge carrying me away. Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire. A suicide mission destined to fail, a moving ladder to climb taking me away. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Dimera

With just a flick of the opal banded finger I will throw you into a
concentric mental decline. I control your elation, I control your
depression. I take as I wish memory, clothed in a raiment noir. (I take you
under my black wing.) I take you under my dark wing and nurture you in hate
to dwell forever in a Maison Blanche. Purity through corruption, who am I to
blame when your basest instincts are realized?

Preaching To the Converted

The Public wants what the public gets. Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into
this world. Decry relativity damned petulant for seeing through a Trojan
horse full of zyklon while Judas' coffers overflow. What? New world
(dis)order is nothing new. Choking on poison air pouring whiskey into
crescent moon lacerations. Time to bite the hand that beats. Teach our
children well, teach them to kill. Global jihad for a thousand years.
Sanctified our blood spills, sutured with commodities. Iron fist in silken
glove ripping away autonomy, replacing with a placebo. Realize that our
wounds will never heal while Judas' coffers overflow.

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

Original cover below; Wal-Mart-friendly re-release cover:

Now that Burn the Priest was about to change their name, they concentrated
on what their new sound would be: a thrash band, to be sure, but with a bit of punk influences as well. It was a sound that would be described as metalcore, the combination of two genres which at one time were diametrically opposed, metal and hardcore, which led to a brutal rivalry between both camps and fights at shows. At the dawn of a new decade, both factions appeared poised to join forces, as the ashes of the former Burn the Priest became:


LAMB OF GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The members, which included vocalist Randy Blythe, Mark Morton, John Campbell, and Chris Adler, opened the doors for guitarist Willie Adler, brother of Chris Adler, after the departure of Abe Spear. The band also described themselves as an updated version of progressive rock and metal. "We play music that straddles the line between prog and traditional rock," explains Campbell. "I think we make prog-rock more listenable without cheapening the progressiveness of it. The complexity of our music appeals to people who like technical playing, but the arrangements are not so extreme that they fly over the average listener's head. It's a good balance."

In fact, due to the title of their first album as Lamb Of God, 2000's New American Gospel, the band spearheaded a new kind of metal subgenre dubbed New American Metal. In the next few years, a number of East Coast bands would follow in their wake to wrest the metal label from the reins of rapper-wannabe's and bring back the metal resurgence. The debut album by the re-christened band had a rough sound lacking in production polish, which was also due to the band's heavy drinking, by their admission.
Their lyrics revealed a deeper pain, frustration, and isolation than their MTV-ready urban metal counterparts would touch on--and it was purely metal.

Black Label

The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my space made complete.
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.
Inanity rolls total through this sphere.
Ostracized for clarity of vision.
A dream unrealized of solitude that i should decend into autonomy
& know the pain of fellowship no more. I feel nothing but a lack of space.
Paradox of socialization results in duress.
Rife with hostility, what has caused me so much hate?
Humanity. Exterminate with extreme predjudice.

In the Absence Of the Sacred

Violence a natural reaction in a society whose advances are limited to its new technology;
different only in the current mode of destructive intent.
Date has replaced real life in this world, no hope for the stop of "progress."
Inevitable bio-link implant will replace the feel of human touch.
All memory surrogates downloaded bought & sold, no true sense
of self. Impending sensory death looming near.
A number, this is what you've become. Life digitized itemized commodified.
Ha, ha, ha, this is what you work for...

O.D.H.G.A.B.F.E.

Hate. Falling three feet to the ground.
Face down on the cold floor of a well-oiled SF pigsty I met my one true love.
Feel youth crushed somewhere between concrete & boot, another victim of the lower hate.
You are not my god. You think this is funny don't you pig?
How the helpless freak squirms beneath our state sanctioned soles, but what is he laughing at?
There was nothing padded about a wagon full of mace.
Rotator cuff hyper extends behind my back ribs cracking beneath a rain of sticks & heels
falling down like the rain outside.
Oh yeah bitch, I'm gonna remember your face your name your number;
and when I crawl out of this hole I'm going to make you all mine.
Auschwitz Kent State Chi-Town 68 Tianamen Waco.


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

One band that made a few waves in the world of metal and extreme music was The Dillinger Escape Plan, named after the famous criminal from the Depression Era. Their sound was considered metalcore, with few jazz and fusion elements tossed in, and in addition to playing fast, technically precise tempos in their songs, their shows bordered on near violence and chaos at times. Their shows, while featuring tightly controlled music, also featured one member tossing a pair of dice to determine how fast a certain tempo should be played at a given moment. This added a looseness and unpredictability to the set. They have been dubbed by NME (New Music Express magazine) as "The World's Most Dangerous Band".

The band began in 1997 as the band Arcane before changing their name to The Dillinger Escape Plan, and released a few independent EP's before releasing their first full-length album Calculating Infinity in 1999. Unfortunately, a near-tragedy struck them when bassist Adam Doll became paralyzed from the waist down due to being hit by a car. He was eventually replaced by bassist Liam Wilson just as the band's popularity began to take off. Fans and critics were amazing by their bizarre and exciting shows which included pyrotechnics and even a fire breather. Former Faith No More vocalist Mike Patton, while in his side band Mr. Bungle, took an interest in the band and took them on tour.

The band released their self-titled debut in 2000, in fact a re-issue from their 1997 EP with new tracks, but at that time their vocalist Dimitri Minakakis left the band to focus on a career in graphic design. The band continued on without a vocalist for several shows before beginning a nationwide search for a new singer. The band requested audition tapes of singers, and during that time they recorded an EP with Mike Patton providing vocals. The band played Krazy Fest in Louisville, Kentucky, where Sean Ingram of Coalesce filled in as singer.


I Love Secret Agents

I'm paranoid
watching over you
are you looking this way
talking this way
so paranoid
i hide from you
so just stop breathing
delude
veracity
life has no meaning
when it's not justified
so paranoid
breath
belong
comply

Three For Flinching (Revenge Of The Porno Clowns)

You laugh,
Stop laughing
I lack in self-esteem
Too little, too late
No one will find us here
Pointed fingers at painted faces
Don't think twice,
Just point and shriek
I bleed under makeup
Wjile entertaining the fool
You laugh,
Stop laughing - you stop, stop laughing,
I sleep in you - now death hunts,
I'm the monster in your closet,
When there is no front door
Oh, how that sounds so sweet;
The bat to dumb cranium
Angry shadows caress corners
Come out to play - we'll kiss the floor
So soft to the touch, it makes the world frantic,
Come out to play - stop laughing,
Stop laughing, stop laughing, stop laughing...

:guitar:

One Midwest band rivalling Iowa titans of Killer-Klown-rock Slipknot in the mask department was Peoria, Illinois' own Mudvayne. The band wore hideously bizarre makeup and hair onstage and presented a theatrical approach to their live shows, as well as using strange stage names as Kud, Gurrg, RyKnow, and sPaG. They were constantly dubbed "NU-metal", but guitarist Greg Tribbett in an interview with Australian Guitar Magazine,
"We were never a nu-metal band but because we came out at the same time as the whole nu-metal thing we got thrown in there."

The band began in 1996 and released their first demo Kill, I Oughtta the following year. The band did not find mainstream success until their 2000 release L.D. 50 named after a pharmecology term which stands for the dose required to kill half the members of a tested population. The album included the popular song "Dig", which won the first ever MTV2 Award at the MTV Video Music Awards in 2001. The album also featured the songs "Death Blooms" and "Nothing To Gein", a reference to the serial killer Ed Gein. The next year, they re-released Kill, I Oughtta as an extended album under the title The Beginning Of All Things To End.

Death Blooms

Cold seems crippling lame meander through corridors
aroma's thickwith age mark off the day reflections of
my life are fading

Pull me out somebody don't want it don't want in,
Feeble, frail, and rotting descending I'm lost in
Structure that's collapsing don't want it,
Hasten to take the body don't want it wants me

Past has found its place salvation is no more will god
accept my peace bleached will pardon me reflections of
my life are fading
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in,
Feeble, frail, and rotting descending I'm lost in,
A structure that's collapsing don't want it
Hasten to take the body don't want it wants me

I just want to run around fly kites wrestle jump and
play
Swim through waves that crash to shore memories in me
cocooned in misery

I'm sick and tired of embracing reflections of past
time receive me or cast me away, god please take me
away
resistance futile suicidal ideas I will crucify my own
being satisfy
selfish needs f*** the deities justify my own right to
what's waiting for me

On the other side the time has come lock and load I'm
coming I'm, coming, I'm coming, I'm coming home

Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in,
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in,
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in,
Feeble, frail, and rotting descending I'm lost in,
A structure that's collapsing descending don't want
it,
Maker take the body don't want it wants me,
Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in,
Feeble, frail, and rotting descending I'm lost in,
A structure that's collapsing descending don't want
it,
Maker take the body don't want it wants me

I just want to run around fly kites wrestle jump and
play
Swim through waves that crash to shore memories in me
cocooned in misery
The darkness overcomes soul soars to the other plain
Existence past the door I sail through purgatory's bay

I asked a god for poison cradle me sown to my dreams
souls searching
death blossoms where clouds lie over me held in god's
hands death
blooming

Dark for fear of failure an inner gloom as wide as an
eye and
fermenting roiling hate death grip in my veins
unveiling rancid
petals flowering forth foul nectar the space between a
blink and a
tear
...death blooms.

Nothing To Gein

Cold and silent, soiled face I will wash it all away,
With my love,
That's all she's ever needed, from me
It's my time, to mother,
One of my own in my life,
I am so alone, left with no one
In my life, I'm so alone

Life submissiveness,
Hypnotizing the ignorant a little boy's best friend's always his
mother,
At least that's what she said,
Life of a simple man,
Taught that everyone else is dirty,
And their love is meaningless,
I'm just a soiled dirty boy,
I'm just a soiled dirty boy,

Sheltered life innocence,
Insulated memories, spark reflections of my head,
Duality in my consciousness,
Caught in the war of hemispheres,
Between the love lost in my head,
Mommy do you still live inside of me,
I'm so lost in my life without any guiding,
Protected me my whole life from everything,
Nailed shut the doors to the shrine,
To screen your dead eyes from me and my sickness,
Mutilate and sew my new clothes for masquerading,
Aprons of flesh corpse scalped hair with skin upon my face,

Deliver the remains from her womb of earth,
Prep the rack and tie up for new love's rebirth,
Covert understanding of novice surgery,
I'll focus concentration and only take just what I need
For sickness I'm masticating,
Dancing and masturbating,
Celebrate in fields of night with skin upon my face

If I soak my hands in others blood am I sick,
If I wash my hands in others blood am I sick,
If I drench myself in others blood am I sick,
If I bathe myself in others blood

Blame mother for the sickness,
Mutilate and sew my new clothes for masquerading,
Aprons of flesh corpse scalped hair with skin upon my face,
Dance and masturbate in night light by myself..

Nothing is left for me to gain they're coming to take me far
away,

[Chorus]

Life of a simple man taught that everyone else is dirty and love is
meaningless
I'm so soiled
Soiled

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


This gets up there: :eek:

Dig:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7DWH3DrzeY

(live):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7LNWX3pU74

After over a year of relative inactivity and silence, Marilyn Manson finally re-surfaced with Holy Wood (In the Shadow Of the Valley Of Death in the fall of 2000. Manson had kept a low profile ever since he was accused of indirectly fomenting the killing spree in Columbine, where critics mistakenly identified him as an "influence" on the shooters Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold. Manson insisted in print that his music had nothing to do with their killings, that the shooters were into more industrial/techno artists such as Rammstein and KMDFM (who also condemned the atrocities). The media found it convenient to blame Manson for influencing the killings simply because such a horrific act could only be attributed to a "horrible" artist, himself--one who had no connection whatsoever to the incident. Holy Wood was Manson's musical reply to American pop culture's fixation with celebrity death and martyrdom, guns and religion. Perhaps because of the noteriety of the Columbine massacre and Manson's association with it, or simply because fans had moved on from his brand of shock-rock, the album sold poorly in spite of critical acclaim.

The album used several examples of persons achieving a martyr status due to the extremely televised and sensationalized killings and murders of famous persons such as Abraham Lincoln, John F. Kennedy, John Lennon, and Jesus Christ even Himself. Even the murderers John Wilkes Booth, Lee Harvey Oswald, and Mark David Chapman, achieved a new celebrity status. Without question Klebold and Harris finally achieved their desired posthumous celebrity status after the killings, and even the principals at Columbine and West Paducah in Kentucky would hail fallen students Cassie Bernall and Rachel Scott, and the students attending a pre-class Bible study in West Paducah as "martyrs" for expressing their faith in public. Was this a way to make sense of death, by making such humble figures as heroes? Would it promote death as ideal? Manson's theory about death, martrydom, and celebrity status would be fully vindicated in spades nearly a year after the album's release.

Early in 2001, Manson would begin his God, Guns, and Government tour, which featured two intersecting guns forming a Christian cross. Manson was completely aware that for all of Christians' condemnation of rock and roll "inciting" violence and murder, many born again Republicans and conservatives were hardcore proponents of Second Amendment rights--the right to own and purchase
guns. While much debate has raged over the ethics of gun possession, it was curious to Manson how such "peaceful" Christians could uphold the ownership and use of a weapon which caused so many deaths and maimings, far outweighing that of any other Western country. Was it perhaps not so surprising after all, considerign Christianity was founded in and propagated largely by violence over its two thousand years of existence? It was extremely hypocritical that for many all over the country who condemned the brutal killings at a Colorado high school, the murders became a sort of gruesome form of entertainment being broadcast endlessly on network news and guaranteed to spike ratings.

The album was in fact a prequel to Antichrist Superstar and Mechanical Animals, which involved the story of Adam Kadmon, a recurring character in the future albums, who leads a revolution of society's rejects of the Valley Of The Shadow Of Death against the beautiful and famous in the exlusive world of Holy Wood. The results of the revolution are successful, but quickly the victory sours into hollowness and sham, and Kadmon attempts suicide, which segues into his rebirth in Antichrist Superstar.

Interestingly, Manson also demonstrated that he was not above giving fans and audiences religious instruction: during the tour, he even gave Bible readings! :eek: To prove that he wanted to "balance out" his violent lyrics, he chose to read the Bible aloud onstage "so we can examine the virtues of wonderful Christian stories of disease, murder, adultery, suicide and child sacrifice. Now that seems like entertainment to me!" :lol: On June 21, 2001, Manson did indeed read from the Bible onstage in Denver, Colorado, presenting such passages as Leviticus 20:9 ("For every one that curseth his father or his mother shall surely be put to death") and Psalm 137:9 ("Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones") as evidence the band's lyrics were, at least, no more violent than the Bible itself. :read:


Godeatgod

Dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down
And hold yourself

Dear god can you climb up that tree
Meat in the shape of a 't'

Dear god the paper says you were the king
In the black limousine

Dear john and all the king's men
Can't put you head together again

Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that i made
But you are plastic and so are your brains

Dear god the sky is as blue
As a gunshot wound

Dear god if you were alive
You know we'd kill you

Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that i made
But you are plastic and so are your brains

The Love Song

The bullet:
"i've got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should i tell her that i feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful
I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should i tell her that i feel this way
Got love songs in my head
That are killing us away"

The father:
"do you love your
Guns?" (yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"your government?"

"do you love your
Guns?"
(yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"your government?"
(f:censored: yeah)

Got love songs in my head
Killing us away
Got love songs in my head
Killing us away

The bullet:
"she tells me i'm a pretty bullet
I'm gonna be a star someday
Mother says that we should look away
She tells me i'm a pretty bullet
An imitation christ
I've got love songs in my head
That are killing us away"

The father:
"do you love your
Guns?"
(yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"your government?"
(f:censored: yeah)


The Fight Song

Nothing suffocates you more than
The passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you make
Your children breathe in to survive

But i'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
But i'm not a slave to world
That doesn't give a ****

And when we were good
You just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
We're going to scar your minds

Fight, fight, fight, fight

You'll never grow up to be a big-
Rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like
Cheap coupons and say that death
Was on sale today

And when we were good
You just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
We're scar your minds

But i'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
But i'm not a slave to world
That doesn't give a ****

The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
But death of a million is just a statistic

(chorus)

Fight, fight, fight, fight

Disposable Teens

And i'm a black rainbow
And i'm an ape of god
I got a face that's made for violence upon
I'm a teen distortion
Survived abortion
A rebel from the waist down

I wanna thank you mom
I wanna thank you dad
For bringing this ****ing world
To a bitter end
I never really hated a one true god
But the god of the people i hated

You said you wanted evolution
The ape was a great big hit
You say you want a revolution, man
And i say that you're full of ****

We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable teens
We're disposable

You said you wanted evolution
The ape was a great big hit
You say you want a revolution, man
I say that you're full of ****

The more that you fear us
The bigger we get
The more that you fear us
The bigger we get
And don't be surprised, don't be surprised
Don't be surprised when we destroy all of it

(chorus)

:rock: :guitar:




:notworthy patriot:

The following song relates back to "Sympathy For the Devil" by the Rolling Stones over thirty years earlier in its reference to the murder of President Kennedy, and author of the 1930's dystopian classic "Brave New World" Aldous Huxley is mentioned in the same line as well, as both he and Kennedy died on the exact same day, November 22, 1963. Manson may or may not have been aware that Christian author C.S. Lewis, who wrote the Chronicles of Narnia series died on the exact same day as well.

Target Audience (Narcissus Narcosis)

Am i sorry your sky went black,
Put your knives in babies backs?
Am i sorry you killed the kennedy's and huxley too?

But i'm sorry shakespeare
Was your scapegoat
And your apples sticking into my throat
Sorry your sunday smiles are rusty nails
And your crucifixion commercials failed
But i'm just a pitiful anonymous

And i see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song

Am i sorry to be alive
Putting my face in the beehive?
Am i sorry for booth and oswald, pinks and cocaine too?

I'm sorry you never check
The bag in my head for a bomb
And my halo was a needle hole
I'm sorry i saw a priest being beaten
And i made a wish
But i'm just a pitiful anonymous

And i see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song
We all just sing their song

"the valley of death we are free
Your father's your prison you see"

And i see all the young believers
Your target audience
I see all the old deceivers
We all just sing their song

You're just a copy of an imitation

President Dead

This is for the people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you
Getting high on violence, baby

President dead is clueless
And he's caught in a headlight, police-stated god
And his skull is stained glass

Incubated and jet set
The bitter thinkers buy their tickets
To go find god like a piggy in a fair

And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better

This is for the people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you
Getting high on violence, baby

Give the bills time to work
We all could be martyred in the
Winter of our discontent

(getting high on violence, baby)

Every night we are nailed into place and
Every night we just can't seem to
Ever remember the reason why

(getting high on violence, baby)

And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better

This is for the people, they want you
This is for the people, they want you
Getting high on violence, baby

And we don't want to live forever
And we know that suffering is so much better

In the Shadow Of the Valley Of Death

We have no future
Heaven wasn't made for me
We burn ourselves to hell
As fast as it can be
And i wish that i could be a king
Then i'd know that i am not alone

Maggots put on shirts
Sell each others ****
Sometimes i feel so worthless
Sometimes i feel discarded
I wish that i was good enough
Then i'd know that i am not alone

Death is policeman
Death is the priest
Death is the stereo
Death is a tv
Death is the tarot
Death is an angel and
Death is our god
Killing us all

She puts the seeds in me
Plant this dying tree
She's a burning string
And i'm just the ashes

She put the seeds in me
Plant this dying tree
She's a burning string
And i'm just the ashes

Cruci-fiction In Space

This is evolution
The monkey
The man
And then the gun
If christ was in texas
The hammer
The sickle
The only son
This is your creation
The atom of eden
Was a bomb
If jack was the baptist
We'd drink wine
From the head

This is evolution
The monkey
The man
And then the gun

I am a revolution
Pull my knuckles down
If i could
I am a revelation
And i'm nailed
To the holy wood

This is evolution
The monkey
The man
And then the gun

We are dead and tomorrow's canceled
Because of things we did yesterday
We are dead and tomorrow's canceled
They crucify us in our space
In our space
In our space

This is evolution
The monkey
The man
And then the gun
Flies are waiting

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A Place In the Dirt

We are damned and we are dead
All god's children to be sent
To our perfect place in the sun
And in the dirt

There's a windshield in my heart
We are bugs so smeared and scarred
And could you stop the meat from thinking
Before i swallow all of it,
Could you please?

Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up and take me
Dress me up and make me
Your dying god

Angels with needles
Poked through our eyes
Let the ugly light
Of the world in
We were no longer blind
We were no longer blind

Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up and take me
Dress me up and make me
Your dying god

Now we hold the "ugly head"
The mary-whore is at the bed
They've cast the shadow of our perfect death
In the sun and in the dirt.

The Nobodies

Today i am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, i know i'm just dirt

Today i am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, i know i'm just dirt

We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead,
They'll know just who we are

We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead,
They'll know just who we are

Yesterday i was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that i'm forever dirt

Yesterday i was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that i'm forever dirt

We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead,
They'll know just who we are

We are the nobodies
We wanna be somebodies
When we're dead,
They'll know just who we are

Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed
Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen the ratings that day

The Death Song

We're on a bullet
And we're headed straight into god
Even he'd like to end it too
We take a pill, get a face
Buy our ticket
And we hope that heaven's true
I saw a cop beat a priest on the tv
And they know they killed our heroes too

We sing the death song kids
Because we've got no future
And we want to be just like you
And we want to be just like you

Let's sing the death song kids

We light a candle on an earth
We made into hell
And pretend that we're in heaven
Each time we do we get
The blind man's ticket
And we know that nothing's true
I saw priest kill a cop on the tv
And i know now they're our heroes too

We sing the death song kids
Because we've got no future
And we want to be just like you
And we want to be just like you

We write our prayers on a little bomb
Kiss it on the face and send it to god

(chorus)

We were the world
But we've got no future
And we want to be just like you
We want to be just like you.

The Lamb Of God

There was christ in the metal shell
There was blood on the pavement
The camera will make you god
That's how jack became sainted

If you die when there's no one watching
And your ratings drop and you're forgotten
If they kill you on their tv
You're a martyr and a lamb of god
Nothing's going to change
Nothing's going to change the world

There was lennon and a happy gun
There were words on the pavement
We were looking for the lamb of god
We were looking for mark david

If you die when there's no one watching
And your ratings drop and you're forgotten
If they kill you on their tv
You're a martyr and a lamb of god

Nothing's going to change the world
Nothing's going to change
Nothing's going to change the world
Nothing's going to change
The world

It took three days for him to die
The born again could buy the serial rights
Lamb of god have mercy on us
Lamb of god won't you grant us

Nothing's going to change the world
Nothing's going to change
Nothing's going to change the world
Nothing's going to change
The world

If you die when there's no one watching
And your ratings drop and you're forgotten
If they kill you on their tv
You're a martyr and a lamb of god
Nothing's going to change the world

:guitar:


Manson rocks Helsinki, Finland, 2001:

Born Again

Do you or don't you want this to be your song?
It doesn't take a rebel to sing along.
This art is weak
In its pretty frame
And i am a monkey with
A misspelled name
"i'll put down you disco
And take you heart away.
I'll put down you disco
And take your heart away"
I am born again

I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you
I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

Do you or don't you want to take this hit?
Does it make you feel like you're a part of "it."
"i'll put down you disco
And take you heart away.
I'll put down you disco
And take your heart away"
I am born again

I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you
I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

The valley of the dolls is
The valley of the dead
The valley of the dolls is
The valley of the dead

(chorus)

I am born again

Burning Flag

They want to sell it out
But it up
Dumb it down
A good god is hard to find
I'll join the crowd that
Wants to see me dead
Right now i feel i belong
For the first time

Multiply your death
Divide by sex
Add up the violence and
What do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are all just scarred and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag

You can point your gun at me
And hope it will go away
If god was alive,
He would hate you anyway

My right wing is flapping
The left one is gray
Let's hear it for the kids but
Nothing they say
They gyrate and g-rate
On election day
We got out abc's and our *eff-you-see-kay* (letters spelled out: f, u, etc.)

Multiply your death
Divide by sex
Add up the violence and
What do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are all just scarred and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag

You can point your gun at me
And hope it will go away
But if god was alive,
He would hate you anyway

Come Back

A) eden eye

My mouth was a crib and it was growing lies
I didn't know what love was on that day
My heart's a tiny bloodclot
I picked at it
It never heals it never goes away

I burned all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run too dead to die

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world
You took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

I would have told her then
She was the only thing
That i could love in this dying world
But the simple word "love" itself
Already died and went away

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay
This was never my world
You took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

I burned all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run too dead to die

B) apple of discord

Her heart's bloodstained egg
We didn't handle with care
It's broken and bleeding
And we can never repair

Valentine's Day

She was the color of tv
Her mouth curled under like a metal snake
Although holy wood was sad
They'd remember this as valentine's day

Flies are waiting

In the shadow of the valley of death
In the shadow of the valley of death

Slit our wrists and send us to heaven
The first flower after the flood

I saw that pregnant girl today
She didn't know that it was dead inside
Even though it was alive
Some of us are really born to die

Flies are waiting

In the shadow of the valley of death
In the shadow of the valley of death

Slit our wrists and send us to heaven
The first flower after the flood

In the shadow of the valley of death
In the shadow of the valley of death

The Fall Of Adam

The abraham lincoln town cars
Arrive to dispose of our king and queen
They orchestrated dramatic new scenes
For celebritarian needs

When one world ends
Something else begins
But without a scream
Just a whisper because we
Just start it over again

King Kill 33

Is this what you wanted?
This is what you get.
Turned all your lives into this ****.
You never accepted or treated me fair
Blame me for what i believe
And i wear.
You f:censored:ed yourselves and you
Raised these sheep
The blue and the withered seeds
You will reap.
You never gave me a chance to be me
Or even a f:censored:ing chance just to be.
But i have to show you that
You played a role
And i will destroy you with one simple hole.
The world that hates me has taken its toll
But now i have finally taken control.
You wanted so bad to make me this thing
And i want you now to just kill the king

And i am not sorry, and i am not sorry
This is what you deserve
And i am not sorry, and i am not sorry
This is what you deserve
And i am not sorry, and i am not sorry
This is what you deserve

King kill 33
King kill 33
King kill 33
King kill 33

Count To 6 And Die (the Vacuum Of Infinite Space Encompassing)

She's got her eyes open wide
She's got the dirt and spit of the world
Her mouth on the metal
The lips of a scared little girl

I've got an angel in the lobby
He's waiting to put me in line
I won't ask forgiveness
My faith has gone dry

She's got her christian prescriptures
And death has crawled in her ear
Like elevator music of songs
That she shouldn't hear

And it spins around 1...2...3
And we all lay down 4...5...6
Some do it fast
Some do it better in smaller amounts

And it spins around 1...2...3
And we all lay down 4...5...6
Some do it fast
Some do it better in smaller amounts




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In 1999, Marilyn Manson released a live album recorded during the Mechanical Animals tour, The Last Tour On Earth, perhaps so named due to the pending sense of doom facing the end of the decade, the end of century and millenium. Of course, the world and the tours continued, but why take chances? ;)

Speaking of tours, one such show was memorable where a member of concert security sued him, accusing Manson of "sexual assault and battery" when the singer jumped on the man's neck piggyback style! :lol:

Here is one of his earlier songs recorded live, a response to the 1993 murder of an abortion doctor, Dr. David Gunn, by a "pro-life" vigilante:

Get Your Gunn

Goddamn your righteous hand
I eat innocent meat
The housewife i will beat
The profile i will kill
What you don't do i will
I bash myself to sleep
What you saw i will reap
I scar myself you will see
I wish i wasn't me
I am the little stick
You stir me into ****
I hate therefore i am
Goddamn your rightous hand
Goddamn, goddamn
Goddamn, goddamn
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a f:censored: to me
I throw a little fit
I slit my teenage wrist
The most that i can learn
Is in records that you burn

Get your gunn, get your gunn
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a f:censored: to me
I am the vhs
Record me with your fist
You want me to save the world
I'm just a little girl
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a f:censored to me
Get your gunn, get your gunn
Get your gunn, get your gunn... get

:rock: :guitar:

Cover features a cross of burning TV's. Not so popular down South, as one can imagine.

On the opposite end of the musical spectrum, 2000 was the triumphant return of U2 to their rock roots on the album All That You Can't Leave Behind, after having spent nearly a decade at being the biggest house band on the planet, filling arenas and stadiums with their electronica/techno/dance-influenced music. The return to more traditional rock rhythms was a welcome, badly needed change for fans, who welcomed undaunted Dubliners back with open arms. The new album was the most anticipated release of that year, indicating things were going to be a little bit different in this new decade--or at least one could hope, as U2 was facing stiff competition from all the boy-bands and their ilk. This led Bono to assert that while the charts were dominated by instrument-less cutie-pie teen-hormone-inducing boys onstage, U2 were different: "They are the boys. We are the men!"

Bono and Co. started off the new decade by saying, "We were re-applying for the job--of best band in the world". And with the new album and tour in the works, they were quickly hired on the spot. The new album, considered by many critics to be their third masterpiece alongside The Joshua Tree and Achtung Baby, featured such huge, anthemic tracks as "Beautiful Day" "Walk On", "Stuck In a Moment You Can't Get Out Of", "Elevation", and "In a Little While". The band began their Elevation Tour in support of the new album with fewer of the Zooropa-Era excesses, but had a number of big surprises, such as an extended heart-shaped stage which extended far into the audience. The purpose of this intriguing stage design was to re-establish a connection with their audiences, who may have felt left out of the loop during their bloated and grandiose Achtung/Zooropa/Pop spectacle. Some of the surprises included wide curtains at one point with lights illuminating the band from within as they rode little bicycles around the stage ramps, the lights casting long silhouetted shadows against the curtains for an eerie effect. During their show at the Tacoma Dome that following spring, with the song "Elevation" as their cue, the band even took the stage while the house lights were still on, and started playing before the lights went out! U2 were always about doing things a little bit differently.

Beautiful Day

The heart is a bloom, shoots up through stony ground
But there's no room, no space to rent in this town
You're out of luck and the reason that you had to care,
The traffic is stuck and you're not moving anywhere.
You thought you’d found a friend to take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand in return for grace

It's a beautiful day, the sky falls
And you feel like it's a beautiful day
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away

You’re on the road but you’ve got no destination
You’re in the mud, in the maze of her imagination
You love this town even if it doesn’t ring true
You’ve been all over and it’s been all over you

It's a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
It's a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away

Touch me, take me to that other place
Teach me, I know I’m not a hopeless case

See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
See the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colours came out
It was a beautiful day
A beautiful day
Don’t let it get away

Touch me, take me to that other place
Reach me, I know Iím not a hopeless case

What you don’t have you don’t need it now
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
You don’t need it now, you don’t need it now
Beautiful day

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Beautiful Day:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=shUG57MFPTs

Even in the new decade, the band found that they still had the power to outrage as well as to inspire. Such was the case when the new album was even banned in the Southeast Asian nation of Burma, or, under the new name, the Myanmar Republic. The reason? The military dictatorship there opposed the song "Walk On", which, in the album's liner notes, was dedicated to to Daw Aung San Sun Kyi, the leader of Burma's pro-democracy movement who has been under virtual house arrest since 1989 along with other members of her National League for Democracy. The liner notes also list a Web and mailing address for the pro-democracy Burma Campaign. According to a BBC transcript of a Burmese opposition radio report, Burma's SPDC (State Peace and Development Council) military intelligence office has barred the import of any magazine, journal or tape that so much as mentions Aung San Sun Kyi's name. Doing so carries a fine of three to twenty years in prison.

U2 have devoted space on their newly launched Web site, www.U2.com, to the plight of democracy in Burma, crediting the nation's military dictatorship -- a "destructive tyranny" which has ruled since 1962 -- with "one of the worst human rights records in the world." Charges against the regime include the use of more child soldiers than any other country in the world, the forced labor of eight million men, women and children, an ethnic cleansing campaign against half a million Shan, Karen and Karenni people and the detainment of more than 1,500 political prisoners.


Of course, Bono had not yet begun to fight....

Walk On

And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring...
And love is not the easy thing....
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind

And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong

Walk on, walk on
What you got they can’t steal it
No they can’t even feel it
Walk on, walk on...
Stay safe tonight

You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom

Walk on, walk on
What you've got they can't deny it
Can’t sell it, can’t buy it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight

And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

Home… hard to know what it is if you’ve never had one
Home… I can’t say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is

I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you steal
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
All that you sense
All that you speak
All you dress up
All that you scheme…

:guitar:

Walk On:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJ6IerTeD7M

Bono live 2000; Burmese activist/prisoner Daw Aung San Sun Kyi:

The song which became the name of the tour, "Elevation", was even featured in movie 'Tomb Raider' starring Angelina Jolie, which was touted as the summer's biggest blockbuster of 2001, but was rather disappointing commercially and creatively. Oh well, we all got to see Angelina Jolie (before she turned into a high-fiber source...;) ).

Elevation

High, higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun
I need you to elevate me here,
At the corner of your lips
As the orbit of your hips
Eclipse, you elevate my soul

I've lost all self-control
Been living like a mole
Now going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high, elevation

A star lit up like a cigar
Strung out like a guitar
Maybe you could educate my mind
Explain all these controls
I can't sing but I've got soul
The goal is elevation

A mole, living in a hole
Digging up my soul
Going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high, elevation

Love, lift me out of these blues
Won't you tell me something true
I believe in you

A mole, living in a hole
Digging up my soul
Going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high, elevation
Elevation...
Elevation...
Elevation...
Elevation...
Elevation...
Elevation...

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Elevation:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDTV1ZeRBJw


I only had seats in back, so I didn't get to see the concert from the front. It would have been cool, I would have been able to see the screens, but it was still an amazing show, seeing U2 from behind. I also got to see opening act P.J. Harvey from behind, so I can't complain about that!! :grineyes:

Here also is an ad for Tomb Raider, 2001 (not the sequel), which starred Juicy Jolie.... :drool:

This next song was written in response to Bono's good friend, the late Michael Hutchence of the Australian band INXS, who committed suicide in the fall of 1997, after a period of personal upheavals. Bono had tried to talk the singer out of a desperate act, and while on the surface Hutchence agreed with the assessment that suicide was "stupid", he eventually gave in to his tragic act of self-destruction. Bono was shocked, angry, and filled with guilt at hearing of his death--he felt responsible that he should have done more to help his friend. :( Hutchence promised he would not do it, but turmoils in his life involving a custody battle between himself and Bob Geldolf, his wife Paula Yates' former husband, pushed him over the edge to where he hung himself in desperation.

Hutchence was quite a charismatic frontman much in the way that Bono was--and is.

Stuck In a Moment You Can't Get Out Of

I'm not afraid of anything in this world
There's nothing you can throw at me that I haven't already heard
I'm just trying to find a decent melody
A song that I can sing in my own company

I never thought you were a fool
But darling, look at you
You gotta stand up straight, carry your own weight
These tears are going nowhere, baby

You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it
Don't say that later will be better now you're stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it

I will not forsake, the colours that you bring
But the nights you filled with fireworks
They left you with nothing
I am still enchanted by the light you brought to me
I still listen through your ears, and through your eyes I can see

And you are such a fool
To worry like you do
I know it's tough, and you can never get enough
Of what you don't really need now... my oh my

You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it
Oh love look at you now
You've got yourself stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it

I was unconscious, half asleep
The water is warm till you discover how deep...
I wasn't jumping... for me it was a fall
It's a long way down to nothing at all

You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it
Don't say that later will be better now
You're stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it

And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if our way should falter
Along the stony pass

And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if your way should falter
Along the stony pass
It's just a moment
This time will pass

:guitar:

Bono live 2000; Michael Hutchence:

In a Little While

In a little while
Surely you'll be mine
In a little while... I’ll be there
In a little while
This hurt will hurt no more
I'll be home, love

When the night takes a deep breath
And the daylight has no air
If I crawl, if I come crawling home
Will you be there?

In a little while
I won't be blown by every breeze
Friday night running to Sunday on my knees
That girl, that girl she’s mine
Well I’ve known her since,
Since she was

A little girl with Spanish eyes
When I saw her first in a pram they pushed her by
Oh my, my how you've grown
Well it's been, it’s been... a little while

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Slow down my beating heart
A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship into the skies
He lives on a star that’s dying in the night
And follows in the trail, the scatter of light
Turn it on, turn it on, you turn me on

Slow down my beating heart
Slowly, slowly love
Slow down my beating heart
Slowly, slowly love
Slow down my beating heart
Slowly, slowly love

:guitar: :banana: :mango

Not sure if we've covered this one yet, but U2 released The Best Of 1980-1990 compilation in 1998, which featured their hits from the decade which first made them famous, including a few unreleased tracks. One such song was a re-mastered B-side to "Where the Streets Have No Name" titled "The Sweetest Thing", a song written by Bono to patch things up with his wife Ali.

The Sweetest Thing

My love, she throws me like a rubber ball
(Oh, the sweetest thing.)
But she won't catch me or break my fall.
(Oh, the sweetest thing.)
Baby's got blue skies up ahead
But in this, I'm a raincloud
You know she wants a dry kind of love.
(Oh, the sweetest thing.)

I'm losin' you, I'm losin' you
Ain't love the sweetest thing?

I wanted to run, but she made me crawl
(Oh, the sweetest thing.)
Eternal fire, she turned me to straw.
(Oh, the sweetest thing.)
I know I got black eyes
But they burn so brightly for her
I guess it's a blind kind of love.
(Oh, the sweetest thing.)

I'm losin' you, I'm losin' you
Ain't love the sweetest thing?
Ain't love the sweetest thing?

Blue-eyed boy meets a brown-eyed girl.
(Oh, the sweetest thing.)
You can sew it up, but you still see the tear.
(Oh, the sweetest thing.)
Baby's got blue skies up ahead
But in this, I'm a rain-cloud,
Ours is a stormy kind of love.
(Oh, the sweetest thing.)

:guitar: :banana: :mango


The cover features their young mascot Radar, who was featured on both Boy and War:

Also in 1995, U2 released an album of completely experimental music for soundtracks to movies which did not exist, called The Original Soundtracks Volume 1 under the moniker Passengers. The album, a collaboration with their longtime producer Brian Eno, was so labeled so as not to have it confused with other, more conventional U2 albums. Why an album full of non-existent, imaginary movie soundtracks? Apparently U2 enjoyed branching out creatively, and perhaps doing a song for the Batman Forever gave them an idea that they could get picked up to future soundtracks in the future. But they decided not to do it under the U2 name because most likely it was be a commercial failure. As was expected, the album slipped by with barely a notice. Fan and even band reaction, when it was discovered to be a U2 record, was mixed: Drummer Larry Mullen Jr. was so disgusted with the album that he complained, "There's a thin line between interesting music and self-indulgence. We crossed it on the Passengers record."

In spite of that, the band did feature a song on the album worth remembering,
"Miss Sarajevo", with tenor Luciano Pavarotti on guest vocals. Miss Sarajevo" is based on a real film, a documentary by Bill Carter. It chronicles a beauty pageant held in the midst of war-torn Yugoslavia. From the album's liner notes:

Bill Carter's award-winning documentary Miss Sarajevo chronicles one of the more bizarre events of the war in former Yugoslavia--when several artists mounted an elaborate beauty contest under mortar fire. The camera follows the organizers through the tunnels and cellars of the city, giving a unique insight into life during a modern war, where civilians are the targets. The film captures the dark humour of the besieged Sarajevans, their stubborn refusal to be demoralised, and suggests that surrealism and dadaism are the appropriate responses to fanaticism.
Carter traveled to Sarajevo in the winter of 1993 to offer humanitarian aid and quickly found himself in the heart of the conflict. He lived for six months in a burnt out office building, subsisting on baby food and whatever water he could find in the rivers and sewers and delivering food and medicine to those in need.

He originally contacted U2 while they were on their Zoo TV Tour. Feeling that the western media was ignoring the human aspect of the war, Carter wanted to show audiences the real people involved. The band arranged for several satellite link-ups where Carter gave the locals-who had been cut off from communication with the rest of Europe for about a year and a half at this point- an opportunity to be heard before stadiums of thousands. Carter:

"The idea was simple, instead of doing what the news does, which is entertain you, I wanted to do something that the news rarely does, make a person care about the issue...I wanted young people in Europe to see the people in the war, I didn't want them see politicians or religious leaders or military spokesmen." The link-ups were brief and unedited.

He had his camera sent to him from his home in California so he could film the documentary (which was produced by Bono) with the same goal of exposing people to the individuals living through the war. "The war is just a backdrop, it could be any war, the point is the vitality of the human spirit to survive, [to] laugh, to love, and to move on, that is something we will be addressing always."

The song protests the war in Bosnia, criticizing the international community for its inability to stop the war or help those affected by it. It was the only single released from the album. Its video combines clips from Bill Carter's documentary- which contains some striking imagery, such as a shot of beauty pageant contestants holding up a banner with the words "DON'T LET THEM KILL US" --with footage from the Passengers' first performance of the song at the 1995 Pavarotti and Friends concert.

In addition to that performance, the song was played once on U2's Popmart Tour in 1997, at the band's Sarajevo show (with Brian Eno). The real Miss Sarajevo- the winner of the original pageant- was in attendance. The song has since been played a number of times on the band's 2005 Vertigo Tour. Bono has taken over the opera solo from Pavarotti during the band's renditions of the song, due to him being unable to tour with the band.

Miss Sarajevo

Is there a time for keeping your distance
A time to turn your eyes away
Is there a time for keeping your head down
For getting on with your day

Is there a time for kohl and lipstick
A time for cutting hair
Is there a time for high street shopping
To find the right dress to wear

Here she comes
Heads turn around
Here she comes
To take her crown

Is there a time to run for cover
A time for kiss and tell
Is there a time for different colours
Different names you find it hard to spell

Is there a time for first communion
A time for sinagogue
Is there a time to turn to Mecca
Beauty queen before God

Here she comes
Beauty plays the clown
Here she comes
Surreal in her crown

Dici che il fiume
Trova la via al mare
E come il fiume
Giungerai a me
Oltre i confini
E le terre assetate
Dici che come fiume
Come fiume...
L'amore giungerà
L'amore...
E non so più pregare
E nell'amore non so più sperare
E quell'amore non so più aspettare

[Translation of the above]
You say that the river
finds the way to the sea
and like the river
you will come to me
beyond the borders
and the dry lands
You say that like a river
like a river...
the love will come
the love...
And i don't know how to pray anymore
and in love i don't know how to hope anymore
and for that love i don't know how to wait anymore

[End of Translation]

Is there a time for tying ribbons
A time for Christmas trees
Is there a time for laying tables
And the night is set to freeze


The Edge, Bono, and Pavarotti, 1995:

In 1999, a newly rehabilitated Jimmy Chamberlin, the Smashing Pumpkins' drummer who was responsible for providing the lethal amount of heroin which killed keyboardist Jonathan Melvoin in 1996, rejoined the band in time for a short tour and the recording of 2000's MACHINA/The Machines of God. Unfortunately, another member departed the band, bassist D'arcy Wretsky after its release, and was replaced by former Hole bassist Melissa Auf dr Maur, who joined them for their "Sacred and Profane" tour that year. The new album as a return to their rock roots after their electronica experimentation on 1998's Adore album.

In the spring of 2000, Smashing Pumpkins frontman Billy Corgan announced that the band would break up after the release of their final album MACHINA II/The Friends and Enemies of Modern Music. There had been too much infighting, drugs had been an eternal drama, and most of all, the alternative scene had been usurped by the rise of teen pop acts such as Britney Spears and her ilk. Music journalist Jim DeRogatis, who described the album as "one of the strongest of their career," noted that the stalled sales for MACHINA in comparison to the rise of boy "bands" and teen idols "seems like concrete proof that a new wave of young pop fans has turned a deaf ear toward alternative rock." ohno:

MACHINA II was released just prior to their breakup, and the band had given fans instructions on how to download the album. The band also released an extremely limited edition on vinyl. The album largely went unheard due to its availability largely on the internet and not through regular commercial channels. Their label Virgin Records gave very little support to promoting either album, which was one of the reasons why the band wished to breakup. The band wanted to release and promote the album independently, to which the label was opposed, but they did so regardless. The two albums were in fact a series of concept albums, and featured more of the familiar raw lo-fi sound fans expected of the band. The band even performed the song "Cash Car Star" on The Tonight Show where Jay Leno even held up an actual vinyl hard copy of the album in true talk show performance tradition, with the comment "You can download it on the internet!" Interesting--downloading VINYL on the internet!! :lol:

Smashing Pumpkins had even appeared on the KISS Psycho Circus 1998 Halloween TV special.


The Everlasting Gaze

You know i'm not dead
Now you know where i've been
As you sleep
Torn i am
Weighted down
Patiently
Born of love
You know i'm not dead
I'm just living in my head
Forever waiting
On the ways of your desire
You always find a way
And thru it all
Into us all you move
Forgotten touch
Forbidden thought
We can never have enough
You know i'm not dead
Found below
The creatures scream
Stranglehold
A god machine
Begging to
Tear us out
Worn as hope
You know i'm not dead i'm just the tears inside your head
Forever waiting
On the ways of your desire
You always find a way
And thru it all into us all you move
Forgotten touch
Forbidden thought
We can never have enough
You know i'm not dead

We all want to hold in the everlasting gaze
Enchanted in the rapture of his sentimental sway
But underneath the wheels lie the skulls of every c.o.g.
The fickle fascination of an everlasting god
You know i'm not dead

I'm just living in my head
Forever waiting
Forever waiting on cruel death
You know i'm not dead
I'm just living for myself
Forever waiting
You know i'm not dead

Stand Inside Your Love

You and me
Meant to be
Immutable
Impossible
It's destiny
Pure lunacy
Incalculable
Insufferable
But for the last time
You're everything that i want and ask for
You're all that i'd dreamed
Who wouldn't be the one you love
Who wouldn't stand inside your love
Protected and the lover of
A pure soul and beautiful you
Don't understand
Don't feel me now
I will breathe
For the both of us
Travel the world
Traverse the skies
Your home is here
Within my heart
And for the first time
I feel as though i am reborn
In my mind
Recast as child and mystic sage
Who wouldn't be the one you love
Who wouldn't stand inside your love
And for the first time
I'm telling you how much i need and bleed for
Your every move and waking sound
In my time
I'll wrap my wire around your heart and your mind
You're mine forever now
Who wouldn't be the one you love and live for
Who wouldn't stand inside your love and die for
Who wouldn't be the one you love

:guitar:

Ironically, as the band contended with the rise of teen-pop in their final days,
they even were targets of derision by the music press and other performers back in their heyday. Many thought the band was too much on the corporate side, who got a little too big too soon. Indie rock band Pavement's 1994 song "Range Life" refers to the band with the lines "I don't understand what they mean/And I could really give a f:censored:" which have been widely interpreted as an insult (although Stephen Malkmus, lead singer of Pavement, has stated "I never dissed their music. I just dissed their status.").
Former Hüsker Dü frontman Bob Mould called them "the grunge Monkees," and fellow Chicago musician/producer Steve Albini wrote a scathing letter in response to an article praising the band where he countered the Pumpkins were no more alternative than REO Speedwagon and determined them "by, of and for the mainstream" and "ultimately insignificant." However, others such as Courtney Love of Hole (who dated Corgan before marrying Nirvana's Kurt Cobain) were vocal supporters of the band.


I Of the Morning

Radio
Play my favourite song
Radio
Radio
Radio
I'm alone
Radio
Radio
Please don't go
Radio
I peer thru curtains on empty streets
Behind a wall of caller i.d.
No one's out there
To hear if i care
About the troubles in the air
As i of the morning now come
Pick up where my thoughts left off
Cause i'm home to die on my own
As my radio
Plays my favourite song
Radio
Radio
Radio
Don't you know
Radio
Radio
That radio
I'm alone
I blow the dust off my guitars
In the attic with the stars
I read your letters
To feel better
My tears upon the fading ink
As i of the morning now gone
Pick up where my thoughts left off
Cause i'm home to die on my own
As my radio
Plays my favourite song
Radio
Radio
Radio
I'm alone
Radio
Radio
Radio
Please don't go
I sit in the dark light
To wait for ghost night
To bring the past alive
To make a toast to life
Cause i have survived
What is it you want
What is it you want to change
What is it you want
What is it you want to change
What is it you want to change
Radio

Heavy Metal Machine

If i were alive
If i were real
Would you survive
What would you feel
Heavy metal
Heavy metal machine
Heavy metal
Heavy metal machine
As sentimental
As our broken dreams
Let me die
For rock n' roll
Let me die
To save my soul
Let me die
Let me die
Rock n' roll
Let the world forgive the past
Let all the girls kiss the boys at last
Let me go
Let me go
Rock n' roll
Heavy metal
Heavy metal machine
Heavy metal
A heavy metal machine
We're the metal
In their metal machines
Heavy metal
Heavy metal machine
If i were dead
Would my records sell
Could you even tel
Is it just as well
Heavy metal
Heavy metal machine
It's elemental
To all the rust it brings
Heavy metal
Heavy metal machine
Let me die for rock n' roll
Let me die and save my soul
Let me go
Let me go
Rock n' roll
Let the world forgive the past
Let all the girls kiss the boys at last
Let me go
Let me go
Rock n' roll
Heavy metal
Heavy metal machine
Heavy metal
A heavy metal machine
We're the metal
In their droning schemes
Heavy metal
Heavy metal machine
Will i survive
Is it up to me
Could you understand
That it's not yours to keep
Heavy metal
Heavy metal machine

:guitar:

Cash Car Star

ya gotta understand.
ya gotta understand.
it's just a fact that ya must attack.
gotta get it while you can.

well everyone's gonna be a big star.
everyone's gonna drive a fast car.
everyone's gonna be in charge.
'cause everybody's business is everybodys' business.
ya, we think you understand.
ya, it's just a master plan.
ya, we're just coming down for you.

my baby has got three eyes.
my baby has got three eyes.
she hold her hands behind her back.
she's gotta big suprise.

well everyone's gonna be a big star.
everyone's gonna drive a fast car.
everyone's gonna be in charge.
'cause everybody's business is everybodys' business.

ya, we know you understand.
ya, it's just a master plan.
no, we're coming down for you.
ya, we'll party down.
ya, we're coming to your town.
ya, we're are an american band for you.

well everyone's gonna be a big star.
everyone's gonna drive a fast car.
everyone's gonna be in charge.
'cause everybody's business is everybodys' business.

well everyone's gonna be a big star.
everyone's gonna drive a fast car.
everyone's gonna be in charge.
'cause everybody's business is everybodys' business.

ya gotta understand.
ya gotta understand.
it's just a fact that ya must attack.
gotta get it while you can.

everybody's business is everybodys' business.
everybody's business is everybodys' business.
everybody's business is everybodys' business.

:guitar:

Alternate MACHINA II covers; Smashing Pumpkins on the "Hullabalooza" episode of The Simpsons. Anyone just hate it when everyone ragged on Homer's love of classic rock? "Everyone knows that 1974 was the musical pinnacle of rock and roll!" :lol:

Real Love

fall into the century on a supersonic cross
blessed she in aching silence, eternal loss
calling out i won't surrender a locket of her hair
sympathize her pious pleasures, go down the stairs
into the dark again
to feel alive again, and wait for

real love
or is it me you're after
is it time
'cause it's now or never
real love
real love forever
real love

born of the ball and chain
into a world sustained with sorrow

real love
a real touch we speak in
is it ours
or is it what we're seekin'
real love

in the eyes, behold and you'll find the 21st century
you detonate her will and her widowed speech
buried in the backyard shadow, the rusty coffee tin
that held her mother's first kiss in a nameless dream
fall down the stairs again
to feel alive against tomorrow

real love
or is it me you're after
is it time
'cause it's now or never
real love
real love forever
is it love
or just yours to treasure
real love
real love
real love

we never listen
real love will listen
and tell her of a fortune
real love is riches
scratch through the changes
real love is nameless
so tired and hopeless

real love is painless
nobody mentions
we ever move to collect
the solar questions
demon scorn should not relax
the laws of gravity

real love

:guitar:

With Melissa Auf der Maur:

In case we overlooked this in 1998, the Smashing Pumpkins released Adore that year, after the band considered rock becoming flaccid and predictable. Guitarist James Iha said, "The future is in electronic music. It really seems boring just to play rock music." So, taking their cues from U2, they ventured into their foray into electronica, their first album without drummer Jimmy Chamberlin, who was replaced by drum machines. Recorded following the death of Corgan's mother and his divorce, 1998's Adore represented a significant change of style from the Pumpkins' previous guitar-based rock, and their embracing of electronic music was coupled with their new Goth look. While the album was critically acclaimed, it sold under a million copies and was thus dubbed a "failure" in comparison to their previous releases, but sold heavily everywhere else in the world.

Billy Corgan blamed fan apathy on the lack of sales for the album, but this was not a typical Smashing Pumpkins album.

Ava Adore

it's you that I adore
you'll always be my whore
you'll be the mother to my child
and a child to my heart
we must never be apart
we must never be apart

lovely girl you're the beauty in my wrold
without you there aren't reasons left to find

and I'll pull your crooked teeth
you'll be perfect just like me
you'll be a lover in my bed
and a gun to my head
we must never be apart
we must never be apart

in you I see dirty
in you I count stars
in you I feel so pretty
in you I taste god
in you I feel so hungry
in you I crash cars
we must never be apart

drinking mercury
to the mystery of all that you should ever seek to find
lovely girl you're the murder in my wrold
dressing coffins for the souls I've left behind
in time
we must never be apart

and you'll always be my whore
cause you're the one that i adore
and I'll pull your crooked teeth
you'll be perfect just like me
in you I feel so dirty in you I crash cars
in you I feel so pretty in you I taste god
we must never be apart

Perfect

I know we're just like old friends
we just can't pretend
that lovers make amends
we are reasons so unreal
we can't help but feel that something has been lost

but please you know you're just like me
next time I promise we'll be
perfect
perfect
perfect strangers down the line
lovers out of time
memories unwind

so far I still know who you are
but now I wonder who I was...

angel, you know it's not the end
we'll always be good friends
the letters have been sent on

so please, you always were so free
you'll see, I promise we'll be
perfect
perfect strangers when we meet
strangers on the street
lovers while we meet

perfect
you know this has to be
we always we're so free
we promised that we'd be
perfect


:guitar: :banana: :mango

The Hives were a Swedish alternative act which formed in 1993 as a punk-oriented garage band under the tutelage of an enigmatic manager and mentor named Randy Fitzsimmons. Their 2000 album Veni Vidi Vicious marked the breakthrough of the band and of all alternative bands whose names started with the retro-sounding "the".

The band began in 1993 and signed to label Sidekicks, a subsidiary of Swedish skate punk label Burning Heart Records, in 1995, and released their first EP Oh Lord! When? How? the following year. In 1997, they released their debut full length album Barely Legal, followed another EP aka I-D-I-O-T a year later. In 2000, they returned with Veni Vidi Vicious, a departure from their punkish sound to a more garage-y one, with singles "Hate To Say I Told You So", "Main Offender", "Die, All Right!", and "Supply & Demand". The band described the album like "a velvet glove with brass knuckles, both brutal and sophisticated at the same time."

The band wore trademark black suits with white shoes, as indicated by their album cover below.

Hate To Say I Told You So

Do what I want 'cause I can and if I don't because I wanna .
Be ignored by the stiff and the bored because I'm gonna.

Spit and retrieve 'cause I give and receive because I wanna.
Gonna get through your head what the mystery man said because I'm gonna.

Hate to say I told you so.
Alright.
Come on.

I do believe I told you so.
Now it's all out and you knew,
'Cause I wanted to.
Turn my back on the rot that's been planning the plot because I'm gonna.
No,
Need,
For,
Me to wait because I wanna.
No,
Need,
Two,
Three and too late because I'm gonna.

Hate to say I told you so.
Alright.
Come on.

I do believe I told you so.

Do what I please gonna spread the disease because I wanna.
Gonna call all the shots for the "No"s and the "Not"s because I wanna.

Ask me once I'll answer twice cause what I know I'll tell because I wanna.
Sound device and lots of ice I'll spell my name out loud because I wanna.
Oh yeah....

Main Offender

I'm on my way
Can't settle down
I'm stuck in the ways of being an ass
And I got a lot of nerve that I'm ready to pass
I'm on my way
Can't settle down
I'm stuck in ways of sadistic joy
And my talent only goes as far as to annoy
I'm on my way

This is my
Main offender
This is what I've got and it's got me saying
"Why me?"

I'm on my way
I get around
But I'm not all too sure about what I do
I feel I've got to stop a second just to think it through

And so I stop!

I'm on my way
Yeah, I get around
Thought it all over now I spit it out
And when I spit I spit on those that I care less about
I'm on my way

This is my
Main offender
This is what I've got and it's got me saying
"Why me?"

I'm on my way

:guitar: