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Lighthearted topic. Gotta get away from the deep stuff for a bit. Anyway, I have Iron Maiden and Johnny Cash on rotation. How screwed up am I?

Just wanted to compile some of my favorite metal songs. Feel free to leave yours in the comments.

You Can’t Kill Rock n’ Roll – Ozzy Osbourne
Suicide Solution – Ozzy Osbourne
Killer of Giants – Ozzy Osbourne
Shot in the Dark – Ozzy Osbourne
Wasted Years – Iron Maiden
Number of the Beast – Iron Maiden
Hallowed Be Thy Name – Iron Maiden
The Prisoner – Iron Maiden
The Evil that Men Do – Iron Maiden
2 Minutes to Midnight – Iron Maiden
The Flight of Icarus – Iron Maiden
Holy Diver – Dio
The Last In Line – Dio
Sabbath Bloody Sabbath – Black Sabbath
Paranoid – Black Sabbath
Children of the Grave – Black Sabbath
Heaven and Hell – Black Sabbath
Children of the Sea – Black Sabbath
For Whom the Bell Tolls – Metallica
Welcome Home (Sanitarium) – Metallica
Dyers Eve – Metallica
Master of Puppets – Metallica
Fade to Black – Metallica
Creeping Death – Metallica
Escape – Metallica
Seek and Destroy – Metallica
Damage, Inc. – Metallica
Highway to Hell – AC/DC
Hell’s Bells – AC/DC
Operation Mindcrime (the whole album) – Queensryche (submitted by Mark Gardner)
How Can I Laugh Tomorrow? – Suicidal Tendencies
Caught In the Mosh – Anthrax
I Am The Law – Anthrax
Indians – Anthrax
Antisocial – Anthrax
Cemetary Gates – Pantera
Bitch – Rolling Stones (yeah – I’ll probably see a few arguments here)
Jumpin’ Jack Flash – Rolling Stones (probably bigger arguments)
Satisfaction – Rolling Stones (in my book the first real metal song)
Purple Haze – Jimi Hendrix
Foxy Lady – Jimi Hendrix
All Along the Watchtower – Jimi Hendrix cover of Bob Dylan
Sunshine Of Your Love – Cream with Eric Clapton
White Room – Cream with Eric Clapton
Black Diamond – KISS
Duece – KISS
Detroit Rock City – KISS
God of Thunder – KISS
Man on Silver Mountain – Rainbow
(still editting…)

(sure… don’t post… what – scared of being identified as a Metal fan?)

Man In Black by Johnny Cash

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black
Why you never see bright colors on my back?
And why does my ap- pearance
Seem to have a sombre tone?
Well, there’s a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down
Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town
I wear it for the prisoner
Who has long paid for his crime
But is there because he’s a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those, who’ve never read
Or listened to the words, that Jesus said
About the road to happiness, through love and charity
Why, you’d think He’s talking straight to you and me.

Well, we’re doin’ mighty fine, I do suppose
In our streak-of-lightnin’ cars and fancy clothes
But just so we’re reminded of, the ones who are held back
Up front there oughta be a man in black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old
For the reckless ones, whose bad trip left them cold
I wear the black in mournin’, for the lives that could have been
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And I wear it for the thousands who have died
Believin’ that the Lord was on their side
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died
Believin’ that we all were on their side.

Well, there’s things that never will be right, I know
And things need changin’ ev’rywhere you go
But ’til we start to make a move, to make a few things right
You’ll never see me wear a suit of white.

Aw! I’d love to wear a rainbow every day
And tell the world that ev’rything’s OK
But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back
‘Til things are brighter I’m the man in black.

Desmond Child seems to have written a huge amount of hit songs across the last twenty years. I was wondering if anyone knew of a list? My crazy curiosity. Google ain’t doing it this time. He seems to have been everywhere and has helped write many songs I love.

Why do I find this funny? Getting weird B-movie sci-fi plotlines running thru my head – independent.co.uk – Musicians have bigger and more sensitive brains than people who do not play instruments, scientists revealed yesterday.

Definately a site to go see.

That’s what this great Michael Wolf column says the industry is headed.

Thinking about the house were buying really brightens my day. It signifies some kind of new era for us, for me. I’m blessed to be where I am in life and thankful. Middle Class. 🙂 Here goes a NYTimes pictorial on the middle of the middle class. It’s real important to remember where you come from in life. To not lose perspective on reality. To realize that others may not have the wealth, or the freedom to act as you do. There is a huge difference between owning a company and working for one for example. Between owning a house and struggling to pay rent. Or worst. Between paying rent and living in a shelter. As always, it’s important to walk in other’s shoes. Some people simply refuse to do that. Some people only do it for tactics. Some people don’t know how or were never forced to because they had to. Some people forget how. I hope I never get that way.

Slashdot covers this week’s NYTimes magazine. It’s hard out there.

Pink Houses by John Mellencamp

There’s a black man with a black cat livin’ in a black neighborhood
He’s got an interstate runnin’ through his front yard
You know he thinks that he’s got it so good
And there’s a woman in the kitchen cleanin’ up the evenin’ slop
And he looks at her and says, “Hey darlin’, I can remember when
you could stop a clock.”

CHORUS:
Oh but ain’t that America for you and me
Ain’t that America somethin’ to see baby
Ain’t that America home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me

There’s a young man in a t-shirt
Listenin’ to a rockin’ rollin’ station
He’s got greasy hair, greasy smile
He says, “Lord this must be my destination.”
‘Cause they told me when I was younger
“Boy you’re gonna be president.”
But just like everything else those old crazy dreams
Just kinda came and went

:|| CHORUS

Well there’s people and more people
What do they know know know
Go to work in some high rise
And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico
Ooh yeah
And ther’s winners and there’s losers
But they ain’t no big deal
‘Cause the simple man baby pays for the thrills, the bills,
the pills that kill

:|| CHORUS