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Rating: So here I am sitting on my leather couch on this sunny afternoon with my damn cup of coffee, I turn on the TV to Sky for a rerun of game 1 of the NBA finals Lakers-Pistons and what do they show during the break? None other than a documentary: some scientists in Australia or New Zealand or wherever the hell have claimed that they might be able to cross a human being with a SKUNK!
And what the hell is it for?
There are already Velvet Revolver out there, right? Idiots, come and get them and study them!
What I wonder is: will it make us screw like them? The skunk-men Weiland-Slash and Duff M. I mean. Or will it create a damn new animal race intelligent enough to express itself with a more limited vocabulary than ours, stand on its hind legs and dance while the radio plays Slither, Do it For The Kids, which is curiously déjà heard, but not from the Guns side nor from the Pilots side, it reminds of something from the Spice Girls, I'm serious, and all the new repetitive grunge-metal crap that these assholes have come out with this June?? Just stereotypes damn it!!!
W eiland still singing like 10 years ago with a hoarse voice!! But hasn't anyone told Slash yet that Guns rock has been dead for at least 15 years????
These pseudo grunge puppets piss me off, and Duff McKagan with his air of a shabby artist for 20 years but never kicks the bucket, Duff McKagan me cagan nu cazzo!!!! and that's from someone who loved Pearl Jam, Alice In Chains and the like!!
But those were different times, Alice In Chains were dramatically sincere in what they played, and what a punch with Dirt or the three-legged dog!!, but today it's 2004, today we have the triad of sex, drugs, and rock and roll (which was once synonymous with transgression) used by the power to swallow up and annihilate the people, every hour at every moment, we have news broadcasts with its editorial staff made up of girls under 30 talking to us about how to give good blowjobs hoping that the towel heads will blow up the Rome subway to get more ratings, and then Mario Giordane the genetically modified scum on the vocal cords, a sellout parasite with his skewed pro-Berlusconi news... damn... that's why you Velvet Revolver aren't transgressive today, you're just scum adding to the scum, I challenge you in drinking bouts Slash, I challenge you damn it!!!!!
And we also have great scientists today, likable, selfless people with impeccable morals who, until a couple of years ago, declared they would never screw around with DNA and stuff because it was against their shitty ethics.
And yet there they are with these damn guinea pigs producing human skin and all these mutated pig eggs from which hawks are born. Yes, because they said that even mammals, if properly manipulated, could lay eggs. In short: it is already full of mulattos, mestizos, and other mixed bastards around, what the hell are these bastards doing experiments for to look politically correct? They've already told us there's no damn difference between blacks and Caucasians, between men and women, in a few years they'll tell us there's no damn difference between a damn horse and a damn man!. Is that possible?
For some years I have noticed that some of my metalhead friends can't see beyond metal or rather they see but not with as much joy and they speak a bit in clichés like metal headlines (e.g. the latest of Labirinth got 4 stars, mind-blowing etc. etc.). I mean, I'm sick of people who, if you talk to them about guitarists, they bring up Steve Vai or Joe Satriani or Slash (for heaven's sake they are geniuses, but have you ever heard people like Jeff Beck, David Gilmour, Robert Fripp, Hendrix, Thunders, Kramer??), or like the other day talking to my 18-year-old cousin already lost for these Velvet Revolver, in 1987 my cousin was 1 year old while Slash was pouring out the solos of Appetite For Destruction, now what the hell does he know about Slash and grunge??? There losing his head, and me telling him: "cousin take a look at the scene of the early 90s, and you'll see what the hell end your Revolver will meet..."
Me, who for work constantly moves between Genoa and Milan, I say that in all of Genoa, or in all of Milan there will be 5000 melted metalheads.
Genoa is a shitty city invaded by damn posers and fake punks who panhandle to buy a beer, at night these bastards return to their damn 900 million houses, these are the little bastards with the lawyer father and the whore mother, yyyaaa...
The more time passes the more I realize how the so-called "metalheads", those who say their genre is an elite, true, for musical connoisseurs, etc. are not much different from the so-called MTV-generation... from the average fan of Britney Spears, Ricky Martin, Lunapop...
And this GOM has also fallen into complete shit... who will it be next year? Until it becomes GOTM (Gods of TRUE Metal)?
So reflect on how stupid "hard and pure" metalheads can be (in the sense of compact and pure distilled idiocy). But don't worry: stupidity is a common trait of all extremists blinded by their own dogma, so the company is large and well assorted: the responsible ones need not fear feeling alone.
And after tackling the embarrassing male metalhead universe let's tackle the female metal planet: in Italy there aren't many girls dressed as metalheads there are some metalheads however more on the "dark slutty" side provocative, vulgar, and for 90% of the male fauna... vomit-worthy, for a girl to dress as a metalhead means killing the sex appeal admitting that metalheads are 10% of the male fauna: by dressing as a poser potentially I could interest 90% of the men, but in practice, it doesn't happen, by dressing as a metalhead (besides the fact that I like it) I attract that 10% in a deep way, but you don't attract Vic Smile beauty!, Vic rejects the dogmas, Vic revels in the most disparate conglomerate of expressions of art for art's sake and not for fashion, you little goth if you are truly a metalhead-darkie do an analysis of David Lynch's Lost Highway and next time talk to me about Timothy Leary while you put your tits in my face listening to the fucking Revolver, maybe during the first and second half of Welles' Citizen Kane, maybe I'll remember you the next day.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Do It for the Kids (03:56)
Went too fast, ran out of luck
And I don't even give a fuck
I wanna be your manchild
Let's all go it hog-wild
She said I'll see you later
I always gravitate to her
Let's all meet at the station
No heavy concentration
We could all hook up there
The kids are all alright there
Should we go out later?
Showtime for strangers
Should we go out later?
Showtime, for strangers
Dontcha give a fuck anymore now
She's givin up on you now
Do it for the kids they say
It ain't about you anyway
I say we're all grown up now
And sex ain't so safe now
It's all in the groove they say
Doesn't matter anyway
Should we go out later?
Showtime, for strangers
Should we go out later?
Showtime, for strangers
Keep me runnin' like a deer
In the headlights
All for nothing I thought
Just the ransom I had bought
About the day I tried to tame her
Never tried to blame her
Just a game that I had bought
-Solo-
Let's all meet at the station
No heavy concentration
The kids are all alright there
Went too fast, ran out of luck
And I don't even give a fuck
Should we go out later?
Showtime, for strangers
Should we go out later?
Showtime, for strangers
Should we go
(Should we go)
Out later
Went too fast, ran out of luck
And I don't even give a fuck
Showtime
(Showtime)
For strangers
Went too fast, ran out of luck
And I don't even give a fuck
-Solo-
{under solo}
Should we go
(Should we go)
Out later
Went too fast, ran out of luck
And I don't even give a fuck
Showtime
(Showtime)
For strangers
Went too fast, ran out of luck
And I don't even give a fuck
05 Spectacle (03:42)
Take two to break and three to go
Hold me back you spectacle
(Mother fcker yeah)
Kick me down with broken bones
You picked a fight now stand your ground
You talk about it
Don't know what you want
In the back of someone else's car
You write the list
Well write me off
Rocket bitch is blasting off
(Right on target yeah)
Boots laced up I'm here to go
In the end I'll stand alone
You talk about it
Don't know what you want
In the back of someone else's car
You lied about it
Bled another heart
Then began to fall apart
It rains and you fall back down again
It begins to rain and I'll knock
You right back down again
You incessant bitch you lied
In wait for the last time now
I'm standing now
I'm standing now
-Solo-
Take two to break and three to go
Hold me back you spectacle
Kick me down with broken bones
(Mother fucker yeah)
You picked a fight now stand your ground
You talk about it
Don't know what you want
In the back of someone else's car
You lied about it
Bled another heart
Then began to fall apart
You talk about it
Don't know what you want
In the back of someone else's car
You lied about it
Bled another heart
Then began to fall apart
06 Fall to Pieces (04:31)
It's been a long year
Since you've been gone
I've been alone here
I've grown old
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
I keep a journal of memories
I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
All the years I've tried
With more to go
Will the memories die
I'm waiting
Will I find you
Can I find you
We're falling down
I'm falling
-Solo-
Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
07 Headspace (03:43)
Me, I'm a man
Who is trudging
Best I can
Through a minefield
Built to blast
Can I make it
Will I last?
Free my mind, levitate
Don't let any of those
Fuckers in my headspace
Please, let me be
No more questions
No more needs
You're the cancer
You're the leech
Sent to bleed me
Of disease
Free my mind, levitate
Don't let any of those
Fuckers in my headspace
Let me go my own way
Burn the rest of them that
Try to keep me enchained
Living taking chances
Isn't all that it's meant to be
(Meant to be)
Dying with your face on
A t-shirt isn't all that original
(All that original)
-Solo-
Me, I'm the man
Will I make it
Will I last
Free my mind, levitate
Don't let any of those
Fuckers in my headspace
Let me go my own way
Burn the rest of them that
Try to keep me enchained
Living taking chances
Isn't all that it's meant to be
(Meant to be)
Dying with your face on
A t-shirt isn't all that original
(All that original)
08 Superhuman (04:16)
I'm a superman
I wanna be your superman
I'm a superman
I wanna be your superman
What you get is a crash
Course to be a man
But a man is a
Destination never known
Sometimes dressed up like
A red hot lady in pumps
Don't think she can get enough
Always feel like she's
Running on a hamster wheel
Getting high, crashing
Cars and making mistakes
Keeping her face
Packed with cocaine
Her face is numb
Your faith is gone
I'm travelling on now
I'm making plans now
Cocaine, alcohol
Lady-lay, withdrawal
Cocaine, alcohol
Lady-lay, withdrawal
Keep it comin' in a world
That's blown up wild
Keep it comin' in a world
That's bred her style
We're all runnin' from the
Goose she's high on cocaine
There's a noose swimmin' right
Between her legs to her brain
We're all in need of
A superhuman woman now
We're all in need of
A superhuman woman now
To rodeo, rodeo, rodeo, rodeo
Throw the rope around her neck
And get the show on the road
I'm travelling on now
I'm making plans now
Cocaine, alcohol
Lady-lay, withdrawal
Cocaine, alcohol
Lady-lay, withdrawal
-Solo-
I'm travelling on now
I'm making plans now
What's she thinking
She'll never get enough
What's she thinking
She'll never get enough
What's she thinking
She'll never get enough
What's she thinking
She'll never get enough
What's she thinking
She'll never get enough
What's she thinking
She'll never get enough
What's she thinking
She'll never get enough
What's she thinking
She'll never get enough
Cocaine, alcohol
Lady-lay, withdrawal
Cocaine, alcohol
Lady-lay, withdrawal
09 Set Me Free (04:08)
You operate and motivate on synthetic fuel
You're mother nature and an atom bomb
As long as you're kept full of pretty bodies
Your little secret will be safe with me
Pre-Chorus:
Around again
Insane again
It comes again
And sets me free
Chorus:
So set me free, set me free
'Cause I think you need my soul
Set me free, set me free
You're kept alive and polarized with one thing in mind
Metabolize everything that you see
But now and then or a little later
Now I'm gonna take you down with me
Around again
Insane again
It comes again
And sets me free
So set me free, set me free
'Cause I think you need my soul
Set me free, set me free
So set me free, set me free
'Cause I think you need my soul
Set me free, set me free
So take me down
Take me, down, down, down, down
Take me down, take me down
So take me down
Take me, down, down, down, down
Take me down, take me down
So set me free, set me free
'Cause I think you need my soul
Set me free, set me free
So set me free, set me free
'Cause I think you need my soul
Set me free, set me free
So set me free, set me free
'Cause I think you need my soul
Set me free, set me free
So set me free, set me free
'Cause I think you need my soul
Set me free, set me free
So set me free, set me free
'Cause I think you need my soul
Set me free, set me free
My freedom!
That's a wrap!
10 You Got No Right (05:35)
I fell through the ice
She won't be coming back again
It never wins to lie
She said you'll never have no rights
I've took it farther on the outside
I've took it nearly to the brink
And if you've seen me on the outside
You would have barely seen me breathe
Funny right here I find myself
Inside a paper cup
Without a warning or a reason it's a treason
With no answer
You got no right
To keep me waiting here
You got no right
To keep the pain in here
That holds the crown
And if I fall apart on the outside
(You really don't believe me)
And if I take it to the brink
And if I fall apart on the outside
(You really don't believe me)
You would have barely seen me breathe
And if I meet you out tonight
Will you be loving me forever
It's always over after the night
It's always colder after the night
I broke through the ice
She won't be coming back again
It's been a year and a night
And if I fall apart on the outside
(You really don't believe me)
And if I take it to the brink
And if I fall apart on the outside
(You really don't believe me)
You would have barely seen me breathe
And if I fall apart on the outside
And if I fall apart on the outside
And if I fall apart on the outside
And if I fall apart on the outside
11 Slither (04:08)
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
When you look you
See right through me
Cut the rope
I fell to my knees
Born and broken
Every single time
Always keep me
Under finger
That's the spot
Where you run to me
Might see some type
Of pleasure in my mind
Now here comes the water
It comes to wash away
The sins of you and I
This time you'll see
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
When you seek me
You destroy me
Rape my mind and
Smell the poppies
Born and bloodied
Every single time
Always keep me
Under finger
That's the spot
Where you might linger
Might see some type
Of pleasure in my mind
Now here comes the water
It comes to wash away
The sins of you and I
This time you'll see
Like holy water
It only burns you faster
Than you'd ever dry
This time with me
-Solo-
When you look you
See right through me
Cut the rope
I fell to my knees
Born and blooded
Every single time
Now here comes the water
It comes to wash away
The sins of you and I
This time you'll see
Like holy water
It only burns you faster
Than you'd ever dry
This time with me
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
12 Dirty Little Thing (03:58)
Can't stop thinkin'
Must've been trippin'
This evening
My mind is racing demons
And all of my feelings are numb
Yeah and when I roll
With my head in the wind
And I feel like the king of the
Dead men wishin' they had
Gotten together with you girl
But you're a dirty little liar
With a message of obsession to come
You got your head in the clouds
And your world's upside down
Get away from the
Life you're living
Get away from the man
That's stealing your life
Get away from the
Drugs you're taking
Get away from the
Film of sex in your life
Can't stop drinking
I'm cold, kicking and bleeding
The wine is numbing feelings
And all of my memories are gone
Yeah and when I roll
With my head in the wind
And I feel like the king of the
Dead men wishin' they had
Gotten together with you girl
But you're a dirty little liar
With a message of obsession to come
You got your head in the clouds
And your world's upside down
Get away from the
Life you're living
Get away from the man
That's stealing your life
Get away from the
Drugs you're taking
Get away from the
Film of sex in your life
-Solo-
You got your head in the clouds
And your world's upside down
Get away from the
Life you're living
Get away from the man
That's stealing your life
Get away from the
Drugs you're taking
Get away from the
Film of sex in your life
Get away
Get away
Get away
Get away
Get away
Get away
Get away
Get away
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