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Rating: The Lost Viking.
I bought it when I was young solely and exclusively for the cover. The bearded Viking armed with a bloody axe making his way through corpses. Even if the back, to tell the truth, had me dubious, with the six guys portrayed in front of a saloon or a shoe store, I don't remember (one was even wearing slippers), I thought to myself: these guys will rock, pure metal! Damn, who could have imagined such a surprise? One expects Manowar clones and instead, out come the cousins of Lynyrd Skynyrd: SOUTHERN rock!!!, damn you Molly.
Once I recovered, I let the record spin anyway, and I have to say a couple of things fundamentally before draining the pasta:
1) two songs, Flirtin' with disaster and Long time, at the extremes with each other, are worth the entire album: the first is a ride, and since there's the Viking, let's say by Valkyries, or like a rodeo; the other is a slow one with all the trimmings, with a guitar riff as clear as whisky, you can just imagine these drunks sitting at the bar trying to catch the shot glass thrown by the bartender. As for the others, well, they're all somewhat similar, too many instruments, too much ruckus, three guitars (what the hell do you need three guitars for?, why on earth two bassists?), keyboards, percussion, Bo and Luke on the General Lee, and a Ku Klux Klan choir. And then, there's this singer with the typical voice of an old man in the midst of intestinal ethyl distillation that manages the remarkable feat of making them all sound even more alike;
2) so, having said that, the question: seashells on the Dolomites are explained by the fact that they were soaked in the sea, but considering that America imported blacks, can someone explain to me who the hell brought the Nordic Viking to Florida?
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Whiskey Man (03:40)
Hey whiskey man, you're running as hard as you can,
You drink your whiskey too much more than you can stand.
You have your highs, you have your lows,
Nobody knows which way you go.
Chorus:
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
It takes whiskey to make you tall,
You ain't so very damn tall at all.
You start to get straight , then you get weak,
Can't you see your on a loosing streak.
You have your highs, you have your lows,
Nobody knows which way you'll go.
Chorus:
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Hey don't you know,
I use to be there myself,
I tried to kick the habit, baby, with nobody else's help.
I have my highs, I have my lows,
But nobody knows which way I'll go.
Chorus:
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
04 Jukin' City (03:47)
I think I was about seventeen when my pappy said to me,
Come on now with me, Son,
Goin' to take you to Jukin' City.
You can stomp your foots around,
To a pickin' country band.
I'm gonna buy you all the Jack Black,
That you can surely stand.
Chorus:
Chorus:
Jukin' City, Jukin' City,
I'm going there with my old man.
Jukin' City, Jukin' City,
I'm going there with a friend.
Jukin' City is a little place down around Macon Town,
Sawdust floors, cold draft beer and women all around.
We started with two fat mamas,
They promised us a real good time.
The there fellas came into the place,
We had to fight to stay alive.
Chorus:
Jukin' City, Jukin' City,
I'm going there with my old man.
Jukin' City, Jukin City,
I'm going there with a friend.
Yes, I was about seventeen when my pappy said to me,
Come on with me, Son, Gonna take you to Jukin' City.
You can stomp your foots around,
To pickin' country band. I'm gonna buy you all that Jack Black,
That you can surely stand.
Chorus:
Jukin' City, Jukin' City,
I'm going there with my old man.
Jukin' City, Jukin' City
I'm going there with a friend.
05 Boogie No More (06:09)
Oh, People, baby, what's the matter with you?
Your feet, they ain't leaving' the ground.
Don't you just want to get up, babe,
Hearing this rocking sound?
Don't you just want to jump on up,
And kick your chairs out of the way?
OOh we're going to rock you, baby,
Rock you till the break of day.
Chorus:
We ain't never had no problem before,
Nobody seems to want to boogie no more.
Oh, it's easy, can't you see?
Gonna give it to you one time.
Oh, People, baby, what's the matter with you?
Your feet, they're leaving' the ground.
I know that you get on up, baby,
Hearing this rockin' sound.
Don't you just want to jump on up,
And kick your chairs out of the way.
MMM' gonna rock you , baby,
Rock you till the break of day.
06 Flirtin' With Disaster (05:00)
I'm travelin' down the road,
I'm flirtin' with disaster.
I've got the pedal to the floor,
My life is running faster.
I'm out of money, I'm out of hope,
It looks like self destruction.
Well how much more can we take,
With all of this corruption.
Been flirtin' with disaster,
Ya'll know what I mean.
And the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself or,
What you want to be - YEAH.
When we gamble with our time,
We choose our destiny.
I'm travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Yeah! I've tried to turn my head away,
Feels about the same most every day.
Speeding down the fast lane,
Playin' from town to town.
The boys and I have been burnin' it up,
Can't seem to slow it down.
I've got the pedal to the floor,
Our lives are runnin' faster,
Got our sights set straight ahead,
But I ain't sure what we're after.
Flirtin' with disaster,
And ya'll damn sure know what I mean.
You know the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself or,
What you plan to be - Yea!!
When we gamble with our time,
We choose our destiny.
Yeah!! We're travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Don't try to turn my head away,
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day.
And you are, too, baby
It ain't for everybody
Flirtin' with disaster
And ya'll know what I mean.
You know the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself or,
What you plan to be - Yeah!!
When we gamble with our time,
We choose our destiny.
Yeah, we're travelin' down this lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Don't try to turn my head away
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day.
08 Gunsmoke (03:13)
Well I rode into town with my ear to the ground
Looking for the right hand to play
I felt just right in the heat of the night
I'd ridden many miles that day
I heard of a place where men got together
Playin' and layin' it down
I'm going in to win, but Lord, what a sin
I didn't know they'd gun me down
Chorus:
Gunsmoke on the horizon, hiding the setting sun
Gunsmoke on the horizon, I grabbed my horse and run
Well the dealer was blind and I was trying to find
A way to keep the winnings I'd found
The smoke was thick, the tension was thicker
I still thought they'd gun me down
Chorus:
Gunsmoke on the horizon, hiding the setting sun
Gunsmoke on the horizon, I grabbed my horse and run
I didn't come into this ol' two horse town to get all shot I've
got a little livin' on my mind
Aces and eights, ha-ha-ha-ha
Now the dealer dealt me eight and I had my straight
I knew the other men would call
The booze was a flowin', my cards were showing But
my back was up against the wall
Chorus:
Gunsmoke on the horizon, hiding the setting sun
Gunsmoke on the horizon, I grabbed my horse and run
C'mon Thunder
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