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Loud Lyrix, July 12, 1994, Issue # 15
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Loud Lyrix is a weekly publication dedicated to the spread of heavy metal
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comments must be sent to the above address.
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Loud Lyrix, #15, 7/12/94
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Hey dudes!! How's it goin'? Good? I hope so... everything's pretty great
for me over here.. Italy's kicking ass in the World Cup, and I'm fucking
happy, St. Clair (the street where ALL the Italians in Toronto hang out) is
just rocking right now, it's really Sat the 9th when I'm writing this, so I
might be eating my words if they lose the next round, but I doubt that!
Fortza Azzuri!!!!!!! I know all you Brazilian subscribers are probably
gonna flame my ass to the wall (There are at least 10 of you for sure), but
that's ok.. hehehehehehe.. Italy'll kick your ass!
Anyways... back to the 'zine... this week's 'zine is a pretty average and
ordinary issue... I've had time to do it this week so it's not as rushed
as it's been in the past couple of installments... sorry about all that,
but this summer ain't turning out to be as relaxing as I thought it would!
hehehehe... but still, I'm having fun, and that's the main thing! Ok guys,
this week, the last SIX songs are reader submissions! That's GREAT, I'm
glad so many of you decided to contribute to the 'zine this week, it's
greatly appreciated...
Ok people, a word about lateness, as I'm writing this editorial right now,
I know for a fact that Loud Lyrix #14 hasn't been mailed outta my site!!!
FUCK!! You don't know how much that pisses me off!! I swear, this site's
mailer is getting on my nerves!! It's not the listserv that's screwing up,
not in the least.. it's the BBS that I call to do my email, and from where
I have to send ONE message to the listserv to explode it to all the subbers
That BBS is fucking up, and can't connect to the University so it can get
on the actual Internet.. understand?? Anyways.. that means late Loud
Lyrix's for all you guys.. I'm REALLY sorry about it people, but shit
happens, you'll have to bare with it for now, but hopefully I'll be
mailing this issue from a new site, ginof@tvo.org, HOPEFULLY!!
Ok guys, there is one thing that I've been waiting to have in an issue of
Loud Lyrix, and that is a 'Reader's Survey' !!! Kewl idea eh?? Well, as it
seems that I have some time on my hands (the next coupla hours), I am gonna
try and write it up to include in this issue... make sure you answer it
truthfully, and send it back, completed to lyrix@terranet.cts.com, I will
give you all **5**, count 'em, FIVE weeks to get all your surveys into
me.... at that point I'm gonna add 'em all up, and post the results. Anyone
who does NOT send in a completed survey will be DELETED AND BLACKLISTED
FROM THIS 'ZINE, unless you provide a valid doctor's note! :)
Oh yeah, I just got word that Biohazard is gonna be coming to Toronto on
Aug 3... I MIGHT go to the show, but I'm not too sure, it all depends if I
like any opening acts, and if 'the price is right'. Who knows? But it'll
be one helluva mosh!
BTW, it came to my attention that someone uploaded issue #8 of Loud Lyrix
to the Etext archives at U of Michigan.... I freaked when I saw it
there... I really wanna know who it was, so whoever you are, could you
please mail me, and lemme say thank you to you, and give you ALL the
issues so you can upload 'em all...
Ok guys, it's time for some WICKED songs.. so here they are, enjoy....
CONTENTS
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Reader's Survey
Song 1: "Tea" ("Them", Chapter 4) by King Diamond
Song 2: "2,000 Man" by Kiss
Song 3: "Among The Living" by Anthrax
Song 4: "TV Crimes" by Black Sabbath
Song 5: "Biotech Is Godzilla" by Sepultura
Song 6: "Mr. Crowley" by Ozzy Osbourne
Song 7: "Fritz Haarmann the Butcher" by Macabre
Song 8: "Handsome And Gretel" by Babes In Toyland
Song 9: "Live Undead" by Slayer
Song 10: "Disposable Heroes" by Metallica
Song 11: "Black Moon" by Black Sabbath
Song 12: "Fool You" by King's X
Song 13: "Doctor Rocktor" by WASP
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[Thanks go out to Drew Master's and the dudes at M.E.A.T. magazine....
many parts of this survey are taken from MEAT's "1993 Reader's Survey",
without their help, I wouldn't have been able to come up with HALF of this
stuff -- Editor]
********************* R E A D E R ' S S U R V E Y ***********************
by G I N O F I L I C E T T I
Ok everyone, here's the scoop on how to complete this survey.. so listen
up! A typical question will look like this:
Q. What colour is the sky?
A. [_] - black
[_] - yellow
[_] - gray
[_] - blue
[_] - what's a colour?
Ok? Now.. all you have to do is pick an answer, that means ONE answer
(unless otherwise stated), and check it off like this:
[x] - gray
That's all... then go on to the next question, ok?.. is that clear enough
for you dudes??? Did I baby you enough??? Ok then.. go to it... have fun!
!NOTE! -- The term 'HARD MUSIC' has gained a bit of popularity as of late,
it's a term that is used to apply to all forms of what I would anyways call
metal.. be it punk, hardcore, alternative, glam, whatever.
---------------------------- START OF SURVEY ------------------------------
1. Where did you first hear of Loud Lyrix?
[_] - Usenet Group
[_] - A Mailing List
[_] - Personal message from me
[_] - A Net-pal
[_] - On a local BBS
[_] - Other, please specify: ___________________________________________
2. Why did you choose to subscribe to Loud Lyrix?
[_] - Sounded xtremely kewl! (that's 'cool' if you dudes didn't know)
[_] - You forced me too!
[_] - A Net-pal forced me too!
[_] - Wanted to check out some Heavy Metal lyrics
[_] - Wanted to REALLY see what these 'bangers are like
[_] - Other, please specify: ___________________________________________
3. Which part of Loud Lyrix do you ESPECIALLY like?
[_] - The lyrics of course!!
[_] - The K-Rad Editorials
[_] - Reader's Comments (pfft! as if we've had any!! hint hint!)
[_] - The occasional Concert review or 'Metal News'
4. What changes would you like to see in Loud Lyrix?
(more than one answer accepted)
[_] - More songs
[_] - More blabber from me
[_] - More Reader's Comments! (hint hint!)
[_] - More reviews (concerts, albums, etc.)
[_] - Change the publication frequency
[_] - Other, please specify: ___________________________________________
5. How many people will read this issue of Loud Lyrix?
[_] - Just me moron!
[_] - Me and a friend
[_] - Me and my gang
[_] - Tons and Tons!
6. Do you write your Loud Lyrix to disk, and save them?
[_] - Yes
[_] - No
7. Overall, how much do you like Loud Lyrix?
[_] - Can't live without my fix of Loud Lyrix!!
[_] - Love it
[_] - Like it a lot
[_] - Like it a little
[_] - Hate it!! UNSUB ME!!
8. What other media do you get hard music info from?
(more than one answer accepted)
[_] - TV
[_] - Radio
[_] - Newspapers
[_] - Alternative 'zines
[_] - Metal Mags
[_] - All the above
[_] - None of that shit!
9. Which STYLE of Hard Music do you like best?
[_] - Hard Rock
[_] - Alternative/Grunge
[_] - Death/Thrash/Speed Metal (this is my choice!!!!)
[_] - Power Metal
[_] - Commercial Rock
[_] - Hard Core
[_] - Classic Rock/Metal
[_] - Christian Rock/Metal
[_] - Glam Rock
[_] - Other, please specify: ___________________________________________
10. How long have you been a fan of Hard Music?
[_] - Over 10 years
[_] - 5 - 10 years
[_] - 3 - 4 years
[_] - 1 - 2 years
[_] - Since I subscribed
11. Which formats of MUSIC PRODUCT do you _usually_ buy?
(more than one answer accepted)
[_] - Compact Disc (CD)
[_] - Cassette Tapes
[_] - Rock Video
[_] - Vinyl
[_] - Other, please specify: __________________________________________
12. Approximately how many combined music products do you own?
[_] - None at all
[_] - Less than 25
[_] - 25 - 50
[_] - 51 - 100
[_] - 101 - 250
[_] - 251 - 500
[_] - More than 500
13. Do you ever copy CDs/Tapes onto blank cassettes?
[_] - Yes
[_] - No
14. How often do you attend Hard Music concerts?
[_] - Twice a month or more
[_] - Monthly
[_] - Every few months
[_] - Twice a year
[_] - Once a year
[_] - Never
15. How many concerts have you been to in your life?
[_] - None
[_] - 1 - 5
[_] - 5 - 10
[_] - 10 - 20
[_] - More than 20
16. What is your status as a musician?
[_] - Pro musician in a band
[_] - Pro studio musician
[_] - Part time pro musician
[_] - Casual player (non-pro)
[_] - I don't play
[_] - Other, please specify: __________________________________________
17. Which rock video shows to you watch?
(more than one answer accepted)
[_] - Much Music's "Power 30"
[_] - Much Music's "The Wedge"
[_] - MTV's "Headbanger's Ball"
[_] - Other, please specify: __________________________________________
18. What is your gender?
[_] - Male
[_] - Neuter
[_] - Female
[_] - Both
[_] - ALL OF THE ABOVE!!!
[_] - Other, please specify: __________________________________________
[I'm just kidding, but please answer this seriously, if not, I'll flame
you! -- Editor]
19. What is your marital status
[_] - Single
[_] - Married
[_] - Separated/Divorced/Widowed
20. Are you presently attending...
[_] - Public school
[_] - High school
[_] - College/University/Tech school - Part time only
[_] - College/University/Tech school - Full time
[_] - Not in school
21. Are you...
[_] - Working - Full time
[_] - Working - Part time
[_] - Unemployed
Ok dudes... thanks a ton for this, I hope you ALL take the time to fill
out the survey and mail it to death@terranet.cts.com... DON'T FORGET
PLEASE!!!! Thanks.. results will be posted in issue #20 !!!
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by K I N G D I A M O N D
Album: "Them"
On the following friday as I turned out
the light
Grandma' came and knocked at My
door
"Wake up King, wake up My dear
I am gonna show You about the house
of Amon"
It is time for tea, it is time again
"Even Your mother is present
We made her sleep in My rocking
chair"
At first I felt really scared but there
was no reason to
As I saw the knife sneaking out from
Grandmother's dress
Then it cut a tiny wound in My
mother's little hand
It is time for tea, it is time again
Blood was running into the tea pot,
then I heard "THEM" laugh
"A bit of this in a cup of tea, is what it
takes to set "THEM" free
You will hear "THEM" telling stories
from far beyond this earth"
What I saw and what I heard made me
want to stay and learn
I really hope this dream will never
end, it's hard to describe the kind of
feeling that went on in My mind
A paradise
Hearing "THEIR" stories and feeling
"THEIR" warmth
We laughed with tears in our eyes
>From the first cup of tea, to the last
drop of blood
Nothing seemed to matter at all
anymore
My Mother? She didn't exist to me,
Oh I felt so heavenly
It is time for tea, it is time again
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*************************** 2 , 0 0 0 M A N *****************************
by K I S S
Album: "Dynasty"
Original Song by: The Rolling Stones
Well, my name it is a number
It's on a piece of plastic film
And I've been growin' funny flowers
Outside on my little window sill
And don't you know I'm a 2,000 man
And my kids, they just don't understand me at all
You know, my wife still respects me
Even though I really misuse her
I am having an affair
With the Random computer
But don't you know I'm a 2,000 man
And my kids, they just don't understand me at all
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mommy, proud of your sun
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mommy. proud of your sun
Oh daddy, your brain's still flashin'
Like they did when you were young
Or did they come down crashin'
Seeing all the things you'd done
Spacin' out and havin' fun
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mommy. proud of your sun
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mommy. proud of your sun
Oh daddy, your brain's still flashin'
Like they did when you were young
Or did they come down crashin'
Seeing all the things you'd done
Spacin' out and havin' fun
But, don't you know I'm a 2,000 man
And my kids, they just don't understand me at all
But don't you know I'm a 2,000 man
And my kids, they just don't understand me at all
Understand me, u-understand me, u-understand me, now understand me
But don't you know I'm a 2,000 man
And my kids, they just don't understand me at all
But don't you know I'm a 2,000 man
And my kids, they just don't understand me at all
I'm a 2,000 man, I'm a 2,000 man
I'm a 2,000 man, I'm a 2,000 man, yeah, 2,000
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Typed by: KISSARMY Members <kissarmy@wkuvx1.wku.edu>
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******************** A M O N G T H E L I V I N G **********************
by A N T H R A X
Album: "Among The Living"
Disease! Disease! Spreading the disease.
With some help from Captain Trips, he'll bring the world down to his knees.
Power, yes Power! He'll show them all his power.
It pulses through his ice cold blood, a whole world to devour!
*Bridge*
He's seeing, he's calling, his legacy he's spawning.
He's coming, corrupting, among the living!
Murder! Murder! Commit cold blooded murder!
Like Nazis during World War Two, they only follow orders.
Hatred! Hatred! A crucifix is your bed,
Once he turns his eye on you, you'll be better off dead!
*Chorus*:
I'm the walkin' dude, I can see all the world!
Twist your minds with fear, I'm the man with the power.
Among the living, follow me or die!
Man, fights Man! Divided they can't stand!
United, they can battle back, and make him force his hand!
Fear, yes fear! His end is growing near,
He didn't count on Man's good faith, and their will to persevere.
*Bridge*
*Chorus*
FIRE! HOT FIRE!! Purge the world with fire!!
Damnation is the price he'll pay, for an evil man's desire!
Good, versus Evil! The stand to vanquish evil!
Man can only live one way, that place right in the middle.
*Chorus*
Among Among Among Among Among Among Among Among Among Among Among Among!
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*************************** T V C R I M E S *****************************
by B L A C K S A B B A T H
Album: "Dehumanizer"
One day in the life of the lonely
Another day on the round about
What do they need
Somebody to love
One night in the life of the lonely
There's a miracle on the screen
What did they see
Somebody to love
He guarantees you instant glory
Get your money on the line
Gotta send me a plastic Jesus
There's a check in the mail today
That's what I need
Somebody to love
We just won't eat on Sunday
Gotta buy him a limousine
Somewhere to live
Somewhere to pray
Every penny from the people
Keeps the wolf outside the door
Shop around and find forgiveness for yourself
But he'll give you more, yeah
Chorus:
Holy father, holy ghost
Who's the one who pays the most
Rock the cradle don't you cry
Buy another lullaby
Jack is nimble, Jack is quick
Pick your pocket, turn a trick
Slow and steady, he's got time
To commit another TV crime
TV crime
One day in the life of the lonely
Back again on the round about
What do they need
Somebody to love
Yeah
One night in the life of the lonely
Another miracle on the screen
What did they see
Somebody to love again
A supermarket of salvation
Take a look inside the store
Shop around and find forgiveness for yourself
But he gives more
Holy father - holy ghost
Who's the one who hurts you most
Rock the cradle when you cry
Scream another lullaby
Jack be nimble, Jack be slick
Take the money, get out quick
Slow and steady, so much time
To commit another
TV Crime, TV Crime
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Typed by Martin Sabo <sabo@elf.stuba.sk>
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***************** B I O T E C H I S G O D Z I L L A *******************
by S E P U L T U R A
Album: "Chaos A.D."
Rio summit, '92
Street people kidnapped
Hid from view
"To save the Earth"
Our rules met
Some had other
Secret plans
No... no... no... no...
Biotech
Biotech
Biotech
Biotech
Say what?
Strip-mine the amazon
Of cells of life itself
Gold rush for genes is on
Natives get nothing
Biotech
Biotech
Biotech
Biotech
Is Godzilla
Mutations cooked in labs
Money-mad experiments
New food + medicine?
New germ + accidents!
Like Cubatao
"World's most polluted town"
Air melts your face
Deformed children all around
Bio-technology
Ain't what's so bad
Like all technology
It's in the wrong hands
Cut-throat corporations
Don't give a damn
When lots of people die
>From what they've made
Biotech
Biotech
Biotech
Is A.I.D.S. ?
Stop!!!
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************************* M R . C R O W L E Y ***************************
by O Z Z Y O S B O U R N E
Album: "Blizzard of Ozz"
Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head
Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead
Your life style to me seemed so tragic
With the thrill of it all
You fooled all the people with magic
You waited on Satan's call
Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure
Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport
Uncovering things that were sacred manifest on this Earth
Conceived in the eye of a secret
And they scattered the afterbirth
(solo)
Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse
Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic of course
Approaching a time that is classic
I hear maidens call
Approaching a time that is drastic
Standing with their backs to the wall
Was it polemically sent
l wanna know what you meant
I wanna know
I wanna know what you meant
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Hail! Just submitting this nice piece of lyrics, from Macabre's self-titled
album... Lots of fun, I like showing lyrics like this to stupid-asses who
think Cannibal Corpse or Deicide lyrics are amusing... Well, I have
complete lyrics to the whole album, and they are all as funny as this
song... P.S. Perhaps you don't care, but I was quite pissed with last #13
of Loud Lyrix... It was over 50kb, and sent in a single message... Holy
shit, my 2400 modem fucked up with NO CARRIER 6 times before I got it!
Can't you send lyrix, comments and concert info/ravings/etc in separate
messages? -- Gregory
[Sorry about that dude, but I can't send this mag in sections, sorry,
however, if you see a huge Loud Lyrix in your mailbox, simply delete it,
and ask me to send it to you in pieces, I'll be glad to PERSONALLY mail it
to you in however many pieces you want... ok? Besides dude... you shoulda
been 'round for issue #10!! Whoa, that was big! -- Editor]
********** F R I T Z H A A R M A N N T H E B U T C H E R ************
by M A C A B R E
Album: "Macabre"
In a far away town, many years ago
There lived a man who caused much woe
He'd murder young men and slice up the meat
And sell it to hungry town people to eat
Chorus
Fritz Haarmann - He chopped up young men
The Butcher - Made steaks out of them
Fritz Haarmann - He sold them as meat
The Butcher - For the people to eat
Young men were missing, nowhere in sight
But they ate their steak with hungry delight
They'd go to Fritz Haarmann to get more meat
But they didn't know young men they'd eat
Chorus
Fritz Haarmann - made young men into meat
The Butcher - sold them on the street
Fritz Haarmann - he'd sell them as steaks
The Butcher - for the profit he'd make
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Typed by: Gregory <megadeth@belial.stud.lgu.spb.su>
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Babes In Toyland. Of the coolest bands of our times. So violent, so real,
so poetic... AND they're coming to Israel, and I get to see them live this
Thursday. Fucking RAD!!! -- Shimon
[And so fucking BEAUTIFUL!! These girls' looks destroys L7 and even the
Cycle Sluts from Hell!! Mmmm :) -- Editor]
******************* H A N D S O M E & G R E T E L *********************
by B A B E S I N T O Y L A N D
Album: "Fontanelle"
Gretel said I know what's in your head...
I vacuumed out my head...
I know you're feeling bad....
You fucking bitch you cunthole bitch!!!!
I thought she meant it yeah...
She really jacked my head...
She went and done it...
Handsome Gretel!!!!
My name is Gretel yeah...
I've got a crotch that talks...
It talks to all the cocks...
It's been 12 city blocks you fuckin bitch!!!
Gretel said "Oh yeah, you feel so bad...
I know you feel so bad..."
I thought she meant it!!!
I vacuumed out my head...
Jumping from bed to bed...
My name is Gretel!!!
A soul of metal....
My name is Gretel,
I've got a sloppy slut!!!!
Say violets hang around with toilets, and look smack at us, and symbolize
everything that is disgust and mistrust...
Licorice eyes pin me down thighs...
Asphixid...
My thighs are vices...
He is a stupid man....
I love him all I can you fucking bitch!!!
Addle girl...
She pulls out all her curls...
She is a stupid crotch...
That spans 12 city blocks.....
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Typed by: Shimon Godes <godes@decscc.tau.ac.il>
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Here's a little contribution to the 'zine, two of my favourite heavy-metal
songs. And about the violence of the brasilian cops, it's really hard to
beat, specially here, on the Rio Grande do Sul (Brasil's extreme south),
where the police force which is responsible for the "security" of the
streets is called, literally, "Military Brigade" (Brigada Militar) and,
because of its military status, is submitted only to the rule of the
State's Governor, not for the civillian society. The 'Brigada Militar' is
guilty of lots of homicides of no farms' agricultural people and political
dissidents of the old military regime in Brasil (1964-85), hiding their
bodies and declaring them "missing" people. -- Iuri
[Thanks for the info on Brazil and for the songs Iuri, they are also two
of my fave's as well, fight the power dudes, teach the cops who's in
charge!...... THE HEADBANGERS OF THE WORLD!!! -- Editor]
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by S L A Y E R
Album: "South of Heaven"
Cascaded darkness
Walls close in on me.
Nailed shut but my eyes still see.
Severe anguish as my body evolves.
The pain of life after death it resolves.
Emptiness in twilight's rebirth,
The faint sounds of shoveled earth.
Madness growing as your mind dissolves.
Merely secret in my dreams.
Night grows cold, twilight's near,
On the edge of madness the wounds are sheared.
Forms of hanging, flesh shredded carcass
No spared breath.
Imprisoned in a shell, ready to explode,
Dead soul,
Stone cold,
Out into the night.
Voices inside my head
Hold me under.
Voices oppress.
Like roaring thunder.
An echo bouncing inside my brain.
How much can I take of the pain,
The pain!
A war raging deep inside my head,
A split decision that will end with me dead.
You see the agony in my eyes,
Protruding aimless,
I think it's time to die.
A cannibals desire feeds the fire
that burns in your head.
Intense pain eats away at your brain,
Thorazine pumping through your veins.
Death walks inside of you,
Smell death around you,
Hell's evil spell takes a soul,
Hear the sound of the bell
Counting off death tolls.
Laughing as you eternally rot,
Searching for human flesh
And life's blood.
Live Undead.
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Typed by: Iuri Wickert <iwickert@aton.inf.ufrgs.br>
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******************* D I S P O S A B L E H E R O E S *********************
by M E T A L L I C A
Album: "Master of Puppets"
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
a servant `til I fall
[Chorus:]
Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away
Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
you coward
you servant
you blindman
[End Chorus]
Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
bodies fill the fields I see
the slaughter never ends
[Chorus]
Why, Am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, Hell is here
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
had no chance to see myself, moulded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun
[Chorus]
Back to the front.
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Typed By: Iuri Wickert <iwickert@aton.inf.ufrgs.br>
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[Wow!! I can't believe it!! This post was actually already formatted in
the patented Loud Lyrix style of: Title/Band/Album, with the stars and
centred and everything!! Exactly the way I do it... amazing... thanx Markus
for saving me 30 seconds of valuable time! -- Editor]
*************************** B L A C K M O O N ****************************
by B L A C K S A B B A T H
Album: "Headless Cross"
Oh the devil is rising with the moon he cries and my blood runs cold.
Oh no never was the darkness so black,no light and nowhere to go.
My spirit is crying for a love so tired of being alone.
I remember he came here to steal and your are his stealer of souls.
I see a Black Moon rising,and it4s calling out my name
Oh it's calling my name.
I've been blinded,lost and confused,darkness will call me no more.
Heaven is no friend of mine,no god ever knocked on my door.
I see a Black Moon rising,and it's calling out my name
It4s calling out my name,it's calling.
I see a Black Moon rising,and it's calling out my name
Oh it's calling my name.
I'm standing on the dark side of time reaching for the power of her hand.
She's weaving an unholy light and calls from Lucifers land.
I see a Black Moon rising,and it's calling out my name
An Angel of hell is rising,heaven's no friend of mine.
I see a Black Moon rising,and it's calling out my name
I see a Black Moon rising,and it causes so much pain.
An Angel of hell is rising,heaven's no friend of mine.
I see a Black Moon rising,and it's calling out my name.
It's calling my name,this spirits crying for love.
Heaven's no friend of mine.
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Typed By: Markus Bautsch <mb@marie.physik.tu-berlin.de>
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Got my first issue of Loud Lyrix yesterday. You said you need some lyrics
-- well, here's my first installment of two today! Methinks that the band's
ex-manager dumping them had something to do with this song %-) -- Don
**************************** F O O L Y O U ******************************
by K I N G ' S X
Album: Dogman
As I wandered, walked along on a lazy path
I shook a hand, he seemed to know so much more
So I listened, tried my best just to understand
Then I followed to where I knew nothing of
Over the hill, come see the thrill awaiting you
There's so much more, go through the door
Walk in the big parade, learn just what to say
They will all try to fool you
Don't believe anything, I'm your everything
They will all try to fool you
And don't ever think you'll see another friend
See another friend
As time went on, we were friends of a different kind
But something there always tearing apart
Standing tall on a surface of glass and rain
We travelled on with a hope and a prayer
Over the hill, come see the thrill awaiting you
There's so much more, go through the door
Walk in the big parade, learn just what to say
They will all try to fool you
Don't believe anything, I'm your everything
They will all try to fool you
And don't ever think you'll see find a better friend
Walk in the big parade, learn just what to say
They will all try to fool you
Don't believe anything, I'm your everything
They will all try to fool you
Walk in the big parade, learn just what to say
They will all try to fool you
Don't believe anything, I'm your everything
They will all try to fool you
And don't ever think that I can do you wrong
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Typed By: Don Thomason <zzthom@acc.wuacc.edu>
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********************** D O C T O R R O C K T O R ************************
by W . A . S . P .
Album: The Crimson Idol
He's the king of sting, Mr. Morphine my friend
Uncle Slam, medicine man
And I'm a junkie with a big King Kong sized monkey
Crawling up and down my back
Oh, I'll help ya son to rearrange your mind
Oh, I'll help ya son but ya gotta buy this time
I'm your doctor
Help me please, oh doctor, help me please
Doctor Rocktor, you know I need you
Doctor please, my M.D., fix me in my time of need
But can you see the fire that's in my eyes
It's the mirror from the wall that's on the table
Feeding me little white lies
And I'm wasted in a waste land, I'm a junk man
I got tombstones in my eyes
Oh, I'll help ya son to rearrange your mind
Oh, I'll help ya son but ya gotta buy this time
I'm your doctor
Help me please, oh doctor, help me please
Doctor Rocktor, you know I need you
Doctor please, my M.D., fix me in my time of need
But can you see the fire that's in my eyes
Ah, help me Uncle Slam, the beast claims another man
Cocaine, codine, 714, a tuinol blindfold just what I need
Help me, help me, help me
Help me please, oh doctor, help me please
Doctor Rocktor, you know I need you
Doctor please, my M.D., fix me in my time of need
But can you see the fire that's in my eyes
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Typed By: Don Thomason <zzthom@acc.wuacc.edu>
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Wow! This issue has gotten to be longer than I expected.. holy shit,...
1107 lines, that's a lot... anyways.... DON'T FORGET ABOUT THE SURVEY..
it's REALLY important to me guys, just do it, the sooner, the better.. ok?
You DO wanna keep your editor happy don't you?! After all, I'M THE ONE IN
CONTROL HERE (major power-trip eh?) anyways... dudes... have fun, and party
right on!!
C-ya!
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