Category: Rock

Paint It, Black by the Rolling Stones: Mick Jagger,  Brian Jones, Keith Richards, Ian Stewart, Charlie Watts, Bill Wyman.

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and must have it painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin’ comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls go by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,…

I wanna see it tainted, tainted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it tainted, tainted, tainted, tainted black
Yeah!

Hmm, hmm, hmm,…

Lenny Kravitz Thinking of You Video and Lyrics.

Tell me Mama, is your life a bed o’ change?
And tell me Mama, would you live your life the same?
Or come back and rearrange?
Tell me Mama, how is freedom?

Oh I’m thinkin’ of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be
And I’m tryin’ now
(Oh I’m)
Thinkin’ of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be in

Tell me Mama, are the colors deeper shades?
And tell me Mama, are there great big brass parades?
Does the sun shine night and day?
Tell me Mama, no more sleepin’
Tell me Mama, no more weepin’, yea

Thinkin’ of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be
And I’m tryin’ now
(Oh I’m)
Thinkin’ of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be
And I’m tryin’ now

(Oh I’m)
Thinkin’ of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be
And I’m tryin’ now
(Oh I’m)
Thinkin’ of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be in

Hey Mama, hey Ma, Mama, Mama
No, no, no, no, no
Oh no, no, no, no, no
Oh no, no, no, no, no
Oh no, no, no, no, no
Oh no, no, no, no, no
Oh no, no, no, no, no
Oh no, no, no, no, no
Oh no, no, no, no, no, hey

Tell me Mama, is it just the way they say?
(Tell me Mama)
And tell me Mama, are you missin’ me the way
That I’m missin’ you today?
Tell me Mama, can you hear me?

Oh I’m thinkin’ of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be
And I’m tryin’ now
(Oh I’m)
Thinkin’ of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be
And I’m tryin’ now

(Oh I’m)
Thinkin’ of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be
And I’m tryin’ now
(Oh I’m)
Thinkin’ of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be
And I’m tryin’ now

(Oh I’m)
Oh I’m thinkin’ of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be
And I’m tryin’ now
(Oh I’m)
Thinkin’ of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be
And I’m tryin’ now

(Oh I’m)
Thinkin’ of you
Thinkin’ of you
Thinkin’ of you
Thinkin’ of you
(Oh no, no, no, no, no)
Thinkin’ of you
(Oh no, no, no, no, no)
Thinkin’ of you
(Oh no, no, no, no, no)
Thinkin’ of you
(Oh no, no, no, no, no)
Thinkin’ of you
(Oh no, no, no, no, no)
(Oh yeah)
Thinkin’ of you
(Oh no, no, no, no, no)
Thinkin’ of you
(Oh no, no, no, no, no)
(Oh yeah)
Thinkin’ of you
(Oh no, no, no, no, no)
Thinkin’ of you
(Oh no, no, no, no, no)
(Oh yeah)
Thinkin’ of you
(Oh no, no, no, no, no)
Thinkin’ of you
(Oh no, no, no, no, no)
(Oh yeah)
Thinkin’ of you
(Oh no, no, no, no, no)
Thinkin’ of you
(Oh no, no, no, no, no)
(Oh yeah)

Probot was a heavy metal side project of ex-Nirvana drummer and Foo Fighters lead-singer Dave Grohl. An album was recorded out of the material and released in February 2004. It featured one single entitled “Centuries Of Sin/the Emerald Law.”

Dave Grohl and Lemmy are a lethal combination (in a good way).

Although Grohl recorded the guitar and drums himself, Lemmy performed his own bass and wrote the lyrics to “Shake Your Blood.” He noted, “I wrote the lyrics in about ten minutes. . . It’s rock & roll, you know. It’s not one of those complicated things.” The song bears strong resemblance to Lemmy’s style and was considered “a terrific Motörhead clone” by Adrien Begrand of PopMatters.

Probot – Shake Your Blood (Uncensored) Video and Lyrics

Looking for relief in your miserable life
You need some rock and roll
And you better get it right
Got to roll them bones,
Do everything they say
If you’re cool, you’re the fool.
Make it work everyday.

Rock out, do it quick
My, my, my, let it rip
Rock out, feeling good.
Break your heart. Shake your blood.

Out upon the stage, crowd is going wild,
Love to see them women, babe
I ain’t in denial.
Make you crazy too. Make you show it out.
Feeling good, get some wood
You should, You knew you could

Rock out, do it now
My, my, my, show me how
Rock out, make it good.
Break your heart. Shake your blood

Want to be a winner, want to be the man.
Want to drive yourself insane,
Join up with the band
Want to fall in love, want to make your mark
Want to get out in the storm, want to break
A thousand hearts

Rock out, strike it rich
My, my, my, it’s a bitch
Rock out, I knew you could
Break your heart. Shake your blood

Peter Frampton – Show Me The Way (1976 UK TV Performance) ~ HIGH QUALITY HQ

SHOW ME THE WAY
Frampton 1976
UK TV Performance.

Lyrics

I wonder how your feeling
There’s ringing in my ears
And no one to relate to ‘cept the sea
Who can I belive in
I’m kneeling on the floor
There has to be a force who do I phone
The stars are out and shinning, but all I really want to know…
Oh won’t you show me the way
I want you …show me the way

Well, I can see no reason
You living on your nerves
When someone drops a cup and I submerge
I’m swimming in a circle
I feel I’m going down
There has to be a fool to play my part
Well someone thought of healing, but all I really want to know…
Oh won’t you show me the way (everyday)
I want you …show me the way
I want you day after day

I wonder if I’m dreaming
I feel so unashamed
I can’t belive this is happening to me
I watch you when you’re sleeping,and then I want to take your love
Oh won’t you show me the way (everyday)
I want you …show me the way
I want you day after day

Oh won’t you show me the way (everyday)
I want you …show me the way
I want you day after day

Ian Anderson and Jethro Tull performing “Aqualung” live in concert. Ian is a cut-up on stage, and Martin Barre shows he has some chops as a guitar player. Check out the crazy lighting!

A song about an indigent soul has made a rock legend. In fact the singer (who’s FIRST wife who wrote the song) felt he had to instill even more meaning to it’s simple theme of “a bum who dies” by portraying himself, Ian Anderson.”A powerful image of the poor destitute homeless man woven throughout many of the bands commercial offerings. But you see, his FIRST wife made the song work to the teenage adolescent types with “snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes…” At that time, snot was as bad as Slip Knot today.

Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck

Sun streaking cold on an old man wondering lonely
Taking time the only way he knows
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet
Feeling alone, the army’s up the road
Salvation a la mode, and a cup of tea
Aqualung, my friend, don’t you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it’s only me

Do you still remember December’s foggy freeze?
When the ice that clings on to your beard is screaming agony
And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds
And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring
Aqualung, my friend, don’t you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it’s only me

Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck

Happy Holidays! 150 live shows in the past 16 months, many countries, many faces and all of you made it possible. Here’s a little treat for you. Enjoy, and stay close.

Alice In Chains
Last Of My Kind lyrics

So young, so brazen, so unholy
I come to you in painted skies
Your broken saint, your ancient story
The living challenge to your lies

Trapped in the cold outside
There ain’t no shelter
They wanna force my hand
Until I…

Take what I wanted, and
Break all the lies and
Defeat the fuckin’ liars…
Smash all the temples, and
Crawl through the rubble, and
Cry to the fallen

I’m the last of my kind still standing
I’m the last of my kind still standing on the wall

A wolf alone upon the hillside
I live on what they throw away
I go to sleep behind the eight ball
I live to fight for one more day

Trapped in the cold outside
There ain’t no shelter
They wanna force my hand
Until I…

Take what I wanted, and
Break all the lies and
Defeat the fuckin’ liars…
Smash all the temples, and
Crawl through the rubble, and
Cry to the fallen

I’m the last of my kind still standing…
I’m the last of my kind still standing on the wall

I’m the last of my kind still standing…
I’m the last of my kind still standing…

Boomtown Rats – I Don’t Like Mondays Video and lyrics

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobodys gonna go to school today
Shes gonna make them stay at home
And daddy doesnt understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reasons
‘Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be show-ow-ow-ow-own?

Tell me why
I dont like Mondays
Tell me why
I dont like Mondays
Tell me why
I dont like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot the whole day down

The Telex machine is kept so clean
And it types to a waiting world
And mother feels so shocked
Fathers world is rocked
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl
Sweet 16 aint that peachy keen
Now that aint so neat to admit defeat
They can see no reasons
‘Cos there are no reasons
What reasons do you need?
Oh Oh Oh Oh

Tell me why
I dont like Mondays
Tell me why
I dont like Mondays
Tell me why
I dont like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot
The whole day down, down, down, shoot it all down

And all the playing’s stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with the toys a while
And school’s out early and soon we’ll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die
And then the bullhorn crackles
And the captain tackles
(With the problems of the how’s and why’s)
And he can see no reasons
‘Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die, die?
Oh Oh Oh

Tell me why
I dont like Mondays
Tell me why
I dont like Mondays
Tell me why
I dont like
I dont like (Tell me why)
I dont like Mondays
Tell me why
I dont like
I dont like (Tell me why)
I dont like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot the whole day down

Lenny Kravitz – Stillness of heart Video and Lyrics, for all that always loved this song and always will love this song.

Written by Lenny Kravitz and Craig David Ross.

I’m out here on the street
There’s no one left to meet
The things that were so sweet
No longer move my feet
But I keep trying
I keep on trying

All that I want is
Stillness of heart
So I can start
To find my way
Out of the dark
And into your heart

I got more than I can eat
A life that can’t be beat
Yet still I feel this heat
I’m feeling incomplete
What am I buying?
My soul is crying

All that I want is
Stillness of heart
So I can start
To find my way
Out of the dark
And into your heart

Where’s the love?
What is this world we live in?
Where’s the love?
We’ve got to keep on giving
Where’s the love?
What happened to forgiving?
Anyone?

All that I want is
Stillness of heart
So I can start
To find my way
Out of the dark
And into your heart.

Aerosmith – Livin’ On The Edge

There’s something wrong with the world today
I don’t know what it is
Something’s wrong with our eyes

We’re seeing things in a different way
And God knows it ain’t His
It sure ain’t no surprise
(YA!)

(Chorus)
We’re livin’ on the edge
We’re livin’ on the edge
We’re livin’ on the edge
We’re livin’ on the edge

There’s someting wrong with the world today
The lightbulb’s gettin’ dimmed
There’s meltdown in the sky

If you can judge a wise man
By the color of his skin
Then mister, you’re a better man than I

(Chorus)
We’re Livin’ on the edge
You can’t help yourself from fallin’
Livin’ on the edge
You can’t help yourself at aaaaaaaall!
Livin’ on the edge
You can’t stop yourself from faaaaaaaallin’
Livin’ on the edge

Tell me what you think about our sit-u-a-tion
Complication – aggravation
Is getting to you

If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin’
Even if it wasn’t would you still come crawling
Back again – I bet you would my friend
Again & Again & Again & Again & Again

Tell me what you think about our situation
Complication – aggravation
Is getting to you

If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin’
Even if it was would you still come crawling
Back again – I bet you would my friend
Again & Again & Again & Again

Something right with the world today
And everybody knows it’s wrong
But we can tell ’em no
Or we could let it go
But I would rather be a hanging on

(Chorus)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Repeat Chorus)

Bob Marley – Buffalo Soldier

Bob Marley is still alive with his “Legend” of freedom music

Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta:
It was a buffalo soldier in the heart of America,
stolen from Africa, brought to America:

Fighting on arrival,fighting for survival.
I mean it, when I analyse the stench,
to me it make a lot of sense.
How did dreadlock rasta was buffalo soldier.

And he was taken from Africa,
brought to America.
Fighting on arrival,fighting for survival.
Say it was a buffalo soldier,dreadlock rasta.
Buffalo soldier, in the heart of America.

If you know your history,
Then you would know where you coming from,
Then you wouldnt have to ask me,
Who the heck do you think I am.

Im just a buffalo soldier in the heart of america,
Stolen from africa, brought to america,
Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america.

Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Buffalo soldier troddin through the land, wo-ho-ooh!
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand,
Troddin through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea.

Said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america;
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Driven from the mainland to the heart of the caribbean.

Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!