Gilbert "Gilby" Clarke (born August 17, 1962, in Cleveland, Ohio) is an American guitarist and record producer best known for a 3-year tenure as the rhythm guitarist of Guns N' Roses, replacing Izzy Stradlin in 1991 during the Use Your Illusion Tour. Following his departure from the group, Clarke went on to forge a solo career as well playing guitar with Slash's Snakepit, Heart, Nancy Sinatra, Kathy Valentine (of the Go-Go's), MC5 and forming his own group Rock Star Supernova with members of Metallica and Mötley Crüe.
Clarke's production work includes albums by L.A. Guns, Bullets and Octane, The Bronx and Vains of Jenna.
Gilby Clarke started his musical career during the first half of the Eighties, replacing Candy's original guitarist, Geoff "Rexx" Siegel. He left them to form Kill For Thrills, a metal band which released the EP Commercial Suicide and the LP Dynamite from Nightmareland and before eventually disbanding. Kill For Thrills was a supergroup of sorts with Jason Nesmith (son of former Monkees Mike Nesmith) on Guitar, and Todd Muscat formerly of seminal L.A. Punk band Decry, on Bass and then later with Junkyard after Kill For Thrills. Muscat is also the brother of Brent Muscat (Faster Pussy Cat, L.A. Guns, Sin City Sinners). All members have deep roots in the Los Angeles rock scene.
Jon Stewart (born Jonathan Stuart Leibowitz; November 28, 1962) is an American political satirist, writer, television host, actor, media critic and stand-up comedian. He is widely known as host of The Daily Show, a satirical news program that airs on Comedy Central.
Stewart started as a stand-up comedian, but branched into television as host of Short Attention Span Theater for Comedy Central. He went on to host his own show on MTV, called The Jon Stewart Show, and then hosted another show on MTV called You Wrote It, You Watch It. He has also had several film roles as an actor. Stewart became the host of The Daily Show on Comedy Central in early 1999. He is also a writer and co-executive-producer of the show. After Stewart joined, The Daily Show steadily gained popularity and critical acclaim, resulting in his sixteen Emmy Awards.
Stewart has gained acclaim as an acerbic, satirical critic of personality-driven media shows, in particular those of the US media networks such as CNN, Fox News Channel, and MSNBC. Critics say Stewart benefits from a double standard: he critiques other news shows from the safe, removed position of his "fake news" desk. Stewart agrees, saying that neither his show nor his channel purports to be anything other than satire and comedy. In spite of its self-professed entertainment mandate, The Daily Show has been nominated for news and journalism awards. Stewart hosted the 78th and 80th Academy Awards. He is the co-author of America (The Book): A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction, which was one of the best-selling books in the U.S. in 2004 and Earth (The Book): A Visitor's Guide to the Human Race released in 2010.
W. Axl Rose (born William Bruce Rose, Jr.; raised as William Bruce Bailey; February 6, 1962) is an American singer-songwriter and musician. He is the lead vocalist and only remaining original member of the hard rock band Guns N' Roses, with whom he enjoyed great success and recognition in the late 1980s and early 1990s, before disappearing from the public eye for several years. In 2001, he resurfaced with a new line-up of Guns N' Roses at Rock in Rio 3, and subsequently played periodic concert tours, before releasing the long-delayed album Chinese Democracy in 2008. Rose has been named one of the greatest singers of all time by various media outlets, including Rolling Stone and NME.
Rose was born William Bruce Rose, Jr. in Lafayette, Indiana, the oldest child of Sharon E. (née Lintner), then 16 years old, and William Bruce Rose, then 20 years old. When Rose was two years old, his father abandoned the family. His mother remarried to Stephen L. Bailey, and his name was changed to William Bruce Bailey. He has two younger siblings—a sister, Amy, and a half-brother, Stuart. Until the age of 17, Rose believed that Bailey was his real father. He never met his biological father as an adult; William Rose, Sr. was found murdered in Illinois in 1984.
Steel Panther is a band from Los Angeles, California mostly known for their profane and humorous lyrics as well as their exaggerated on-stage personas that reimagine and parody the glam metal music and lifestyle of the 1980s. Formed in 2000, the band has formerly been known as Danger Kitty, Metal Shop and Metal Skool. Steel Panther is one of the most popular bands out of Hollywood since Motley Crue, Guns N’ Roses and Poison were the main focus the Sunset Strip in the mid to late 1980's. Arriving in 2009 with debut album Feel The Steel, hailed by Kerrang! magazine as “close to perfect”, Steel Panther has won a legion of fans across the world. And now the band is aiming even higher with second album Balls Out.
The band broke through the mainstream success with their 2009 album Feel the Steel, especially with the single "Death to All but Metal". "The Aldo Nova song "Fantasy" was remade by the band into a faster paced song for the MTV original series Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory. The remake was released on iTunes on December 8, 2009 and their album Feel the Steel was released in June 2009.
Paul Daniel "Ace" Frehley ( /ˈfreɪli/; born April 27, 1951) is an American musician best known as the former lead guitarist of the rock band Kiss. He took on the persona of the "Spaceman" or "Space Ace" when the band adopted costumes and theatrics. Frehley played with the group from its inception in 1973 until his departure in 1982.
After leaving Kiss, Frehley embarked on a solo career, which was put on hold when he rejoined Kiss in 1996 for a highly successful reunion tour. His second tenure with Kiss lasted until 2002, when he left at the conclusion of what was purported to be the band's Farewell Tour. His latest album Anomaly, was released on September 15, 2009.Guitar World magazine ranked him 14th Greatest Metal Guitarist of All Time.
There are many guitarists who were inspired by the sound of Frehley and among these there are Slash, Dimebag Darrell, Chuck Schuldiner, Dave Mustaine, Marty Friedman, John Norum, Dave Sabo, Alex Skolnick, Scott Ian, Mick Mars, Jake E. Lee, Paul Gilbert and many others.
This poorboy was searching for an easy way out
He stole some poison from the voodoo house
Locked up in his bedroom 'cause he felt so ashamed
He couldn't take away his pain
chorus
He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car
He's got the Bourbon Street Blues
He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car
He's got the poorboy blues
A Bourbon Street whore was his lover that night
He couldn't make love to his wife
Now he's the victim of her pleasure curse
She burned the bed they slpet in
chorus
bridge
May you never dire till' I kill you
Tie me up, tie me down, you're wearing me out
Constricted, so vicious, what a rush I got
Yeah, What a shock I got this morning
Yeah, when I caught you masturbating
Beware of the dog
Beware of the dog
He's bad, the mean machine
Beware of the dog
Camouflaged, velvet crush,
Crawling out of your heart
Frustrated, concentrating, if you can, you can't
Oh what a rush I got when I saw your face
Undertaker of the overkill
Coming down from the model glue
Vegas strip couldn't rob you blind
Weekends free with the genocide
Zero hour, rapid fire Panic stricken, desperation
Zip gun,
I'm a liquor store thief Zip gun,
trailer park white trash
Battleground of the junkie glam Time bombs,
shooting rubberbands
Blackout ain't a flashback
Just the end of innocent
White lies, hard crime Make believe, smokescreen
Zip gun,
I'm a liquor store thief Zip gun,
trailer park white trash
Walking wounded,
Gotta get outta here
Damned and stupid,
Sinking feeling
I'm buried here
Zip gun,
I'm a liquor store thief Zip gun,
Lost in time no time in space
Never thought wed ever fade
This ain't the blues
This ain't nothin new
Are we fallin off again
Someone pushed us from the ledge
No crime no sin
We just don't fit in
Let's get lost
Lost in space
Just two people a little out of place
Nothing's wrong
Everything's fine
Just lost in time
Woke up in a lost and found
Don't understand the here and now
This ain't my world
Glad you're in my world
Let's get lost
Lost in space
Just two people a little out of place
Nothing's wrong
Everything's fine
Just lost in time
Sorry it don't get better
Let's burn all the bridges we cross
Sorry it don't get better
Let's burn all the people we love
This ain't the blues
This ain't nothing new
Let's get lost
This ain't the blues
Let's get Lost
This ain't the blues
Let's get lost
This ain't the blues
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Captain Chaos
Jonesin' sweet desperation
Captain Chaos
So young, strung out n' numb
Souvenirs from hell and back
Left your wreckage in a body bag
Captain Chaos
Buried with my Telecaster
Captain Chaos
The money chord didn't fail ya'
You drink n' forget you're just a drunk
Stay pretty n' hopr you die young
I'll miss the songs you'll never write
You played so good, it made you go blind
Captain Chaos
Buried with my Telecaster
Captain Chaos
The money chord didn't fail ya'
Everybody had you all wrong
You're human underneath the GOD You gave,
like you were the Jesus
Then died for the same reason
Captain Chaos
Buried with my Telecaster
Captain Chaos
Did everybody say they knew ya'
Captain Chaos
Jonesin' sweet, sweet desperation
Captain Chaos
If there's no hope no resolution to hope for
I'll be sad a little unwrapped but not so hopeless like I was
Now that the worlds crashing down
Chorus
Oh Yeah, I'm nobody who never had a chance
Oh Yeah, I'm nobody who never had a chance
So decadent, socially wrecked a little sexually frustrated
You crashed my car and burned my house now you're useless and left out
Now the worlds crashing down
Bridge
I ain't coming around here no more
Welcome to salvation, my Tequila's my companion for this
evening of oblivion Everyone around me, kinda bores me, it
makes me lonely with the friends I never had Packing up my
Mustang cuz' this city has no heart, it sucks you in and spits
you out Patiently I'm seeking my destination is unknown, I
followed the road down to Mexico
Sorry Mr.Officer I think you got it wrong, I'm just a lonely
ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home He smiled and said
'senor you're not in Texas anymore' Send my love to my
home but send my mail to a Tijuana Jail
Staring at the ceiling of my jail cell it's my home, at least for
now, it seems like forever Sleeping on the floor with the
rats, crawling up my ass, I'm gonna kill that officer
Sorry Mr. Officer but I'm gonna get revenge, on this side of
the border 20 pesos get you dead
He smiled and said 'senor I think I'll drink to your threats'
Send my love to my home, but sent my mail to a Tijuana Jail
In my destitution suicides a solution, but I'm a gambler, and
I'm not cashed in The sun is going down and my problems
will be solved by dawn, but not by justice I smelled liquor on
his breath, I knew this is my last chance, I begged give a
dying man his last drink He handed me a glass with just the
worm and he laughed I pulled a switch- blade from my boot
and shoved it in his throat
Sorry Mr. Officer I think you got it wrong, I'm a lonely ol'
Texas boy and I wanna get on home
He smiled and said 'senor you're not in Texas anymore'
My straight six ford in overdrive
Left some rubber burning on the 405
You're muscle car, 289
Breaking down, everytime you drive
If I had an airplane
I'd fly it through your heart
Broken down car
Ain't got no money, my pockets full
I spent a million dollars drinking from the well
Ain't got no job, I work so hard
I bought the car, but I sold off the farm
I'm going downtown,
I heard a boom and a crash, was that another regret
Slammin' me for my past, I can't remember to forget
Check your pulse you're a wreck, a twist of passionate affection
The thrills that drive you wild, fetish driven collision
Chorus
I can love you better than that - and the Crocodile Tears you cry
I won't leave you on your back - and the Crocodile Tears you cry
The Crocodile Tears you cry, the Crocodile Tears
Your tantrums turn me on, a drama queen bitch
Tie me tighter tonight, you deserve what you get
Bridge
There's nothing you can do
When your backs against the wall
And the straps are on your wrist
Can you fight through a tortured soul?
Chorus
I can love you better than that - and the Crocodile Tears you cry
I won't leave you on your back - and the Crocodile Tears you cry
Can't watch my television
Ain't enough science fiction?
I'm scuzzied out of my head
Powered down everything
The static's deafening
All wired up for the end
Am I on top of the world?
I'm crashing down on you
Chorus
Am I an Alien, am I an Alien
I got this second skin deteriorating
Still floating day to day
I phase out wondering
My spaceship wrecked my future home
Synthesized and traumatized
A disaster amplified
Let me tell you 'bout Wayne,
And his deals of cocaine,
A little more every day.
Holding for a friend until the band do well,
Then the D.E.A. locked him away.
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor.
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son.
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.
An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete,
Didn't want no fame,
Gave all his money away.
Well there's something wrong,
It'll be good for you, son.
And so they certified him insane.
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor.
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son.
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.
And then there's Keith,
Waiting for trial, $25 thousand bail.
If he goes down, you won't hear his sound,
So his friends carry on anyway, fuck 'em!
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor.
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son.
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors.
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
She's a tongue twisting storm
She will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my money, not my honey
She's a funky thigh collector
Laying on electric dreams
So come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on
If you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself
We can't dance, don't talk to much, just ball and play
But then we move around like tigers on vaseline
The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
You're blessed, we're the spiders from Mars
So come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on
If you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself
So come on, come on
We've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on
If you think we're gonna make it
Sorry, it doesn't mean you understand
You show me, enough of you
Some day, you will find happiness
And maybe you won't be such a drag
And no one really knows
Why it's so hard to laugh
I said I won't be?
But it's so hard to be your man
Oh, baby won't you shut up
Shut up
You won't let? be?
Oh, honey won't you shut up
Shut up
Read like a story book
Baby, won't you shut up
Shut up
You got a fascination with love
Sometime's love's not enough
Funny how everything you want
You always get
You're so charming
And so desperate
One day, I knelt beside the you were sleeping in
And I remember why I'm so ashamed
Oh, baby won't you shut up
Shut up
You won't let? be?
Oh, honey won't you shut up
Shut up
Read like a story book
Baby, won't you shut up
Shut up
And no one really knows
Why it's so hard to laugh
I said I won't be?
But it's so hard to be your man
Oh, baby won't you shut up
Shut up
You won't let? be?
Baby, won't you shut up
Shut up
Read like a story book
Baby, won't you shut up
Shut up
You got this fascination
This fascination I just don't understand
Shut up
Shut up
Come on, honey
Shut up
When you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
You know I could never be alone
Take me down little Suzie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning, oh yeah yeah
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh yeah
When you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby day
Well I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another heart to take my pain away, eh yeah
Take me down little Suzie, take me down, eh eh yeah yeah
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning, oh yeah yeah
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh yeah
When you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby day
Well I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another heart to take my pain away, eh yeah
Take me down little Suzie, take me down, eh eh yeah yeah
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
Send me dead flowers by the mail,
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh yeah
Take me down little Suzie, take me down,
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning, oh yeah yeah
Send me dead flowers by the U. S. mail,
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh eah
Sold my Stones 45's
And traded in my 'stang
I lost it all in a time warp
My generation boomeranged
Yesterday, was it great?
Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes
I couldn't get up for the day
Wasn't yesterday great
Dropping out of the machine
Walk the nuclear slide
Got a headache from the strobelights
An acid overdrive
Yesterday, was it great
Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes
I couldn't get up for the day
Wasn't yesterday great
Put a quarter in the pay phone
I buy all the lies
If forever is a moment
I'd sell tomorrow night
Yesterday, was it great
Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes
I couldn't get up for the day
Wasn't yesterday great
Kilroy was here, he cashed a check
And checked out
His asphyxiation was such a mess
When he was found
Did I do you wrong?
I did you no wrong
I'm selling you what you sold me
Suffocate in the air you breathe
I'm selling you what you sold me
Suffocate in the air you breathe
I wish you were here to tell everyone
I can have your car
In all this doom was the guilt
In satire
Did I do you wrong?
I did you no wrong
I'm selling you what you sold me
Suffocate in the air you breathe
I'm selling you what you sold me
Suffocate in the air you breathe, no, you breathe
Falling off the world
It's the last thing I would do
Do the same if I was you
You used to be so cruel
It's the last thing that you'll do
I'm selling you what you sold me
Suffocate in the air you breathe
I'm selling you, I'm selling you
I'm selling you, I'm selling you
Cure me... or Kill me (Pawn Shop Guitars)
When the first car hit the wall
Was the gulit still in or head?
In your magic crystal ball
Is the poweer that made you mad
You can't save yourself, it's a pleasure cruise
You're damned for a million years
There's a viper in your bedroom
Under the sheets is tarantula fuzz
When she bites, she bites for murder
I bleed the Addams Family blood
There's a spell on me that I can't reverse
It's a sympathy cross you burn
Chorus
Cure me. Or Kill me. But don't leave me here for dead Again
Cure me. Or Kill me. But don't leave me here for dead Again
This is your last happy Christmas
Your worst Birthday party
The cyanide in your poison ring
Wouldn't cure my misery
Don't bury me when I'm history
I think you'll find an easy way out
SONG INFO:
Gilby: Guitars, Piano, Lead vocals
Slash: Lead guitar
Will Effertz: Bass
Remember Mickey Marmalade
Was a glitter symphony
Bellbottomoed roadie
A pacified pretty thing
Ziggy had a super heart but the rock star
Got really bored so he sold his soul
To the Music Television whores
Empty bottle robots
Whacked out noisy folk songs
Leading from the back
But nowhere to go, no, yeah
The jeepster was the boogie guru
The groover, grooved to the world
His tiger Les Paul was
Poetry to the blues
Empty bottle robots
Whacked out noisy folk songs
Leading from the back
I think you're really weird
Damned and neurotic
That green hair's kinda queer
And it really makes me sick
If talk is so cheap
Then your bullshits expensive
Wash your mouth you stink, Dangerous and vicious
Like you, incarcerate me now
Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution
Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution
Somebody strung me up Violent stupid drunks
Suffocate me now
Don't leave me here in rehab bad Clash,
Used up New York Dolls
Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution
Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution
I think you're really weird
Damned and neurotic queer
Incarcerate me now, disintegrate me
Wash your mouth you really stink,
Dangerous and viscous piece of shit
Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution
Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution
Can't breathe, don't need, neat, neat, neat, neat
Your lightnin's all I need
My satisfaction grows
You make me feel at ease
You even make me glow
Dont cut the power on me
Im feelin low, so get me high
Shock me, make me feel better
Shock me, put on your black leather
Shock me, we can come together
And baby, if you do what youve been told
My insulations gone, girl you make me overload
Dont pull the plug on me, no, no
Keep it in and keep me high
Shock me, make me feel better
Shock me, put on your black leather
Shock me, we can come together
Come on
Shock me, baby, shock me, oh yeah
Shock me, baby, shock me, oh yeah
Shock me, make me feel better, oh yeah
Come on and shock me, put on your black leather
Baby, Im down to the bare wire
Shock me, we can come together
Oh yeah, I wanna feel your power
Shock me, make me feel better
Baby, Im down to the bare wire
Shock me, put on your black leather
If I told you I could love you
I feel you'll think I'm weak
I never had a friend
Who was my lover
Honestly
When I wake up from my sleep
And I feel you next to me
I'm so happy inside
But I'll be crushed
If you leave
It's so black
It's so sad
No one understands my hell
It's so black
It's so sad
I'm a stranger to myself
See a man can hurt a woman
? but you still forgive
But a woman who is unfaithful
Kills a man
Darkness fall on anyone
Who welcomes it
When you're in my bed
It's my home
And it's sacred
It's so black
It's so sad
No one understands my hell
It's so black
It's so sad
I'm a stranger to myself
No one understands my hell
It's my own
It's my own
It's so black
It's so sad
I'm always alone
'Cause no one
?... I... everything, that's bad
?...?... everyone, that's sad
Is? use
My motorcycle? you
Johanna's Chopper in the stars
Johanna's Chopper in the stars
Johanna's Chopper in the stars
Why... am I... everything to you
This road may never end
My motorcycle's best friend
Johanna's Chopper in the stars
Johanna's Chopper in the stars
Johanna's Chopper in the stars
Johanna's Chopper
I'm just a? runaway
Fast, funky ride
Oh, chrystal-? wheels
Oh, acid-gasoline-? eyes
And I can't remember last night
Yeah
My motorcycle? you
Johanna's Chopper in the stars
Johanna's Chopper in the stars
Johanna's Chopper in the stars
Johanna's Chopper
Johanna's Chopper in the stars
Johanna's Chopper in the stars
Johanna's Chopper in the stars
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest she was, Todd Browning beast you was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knees
I'm sure you're not protected for it's plain to see
The Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground, they will, mannequins with kill appeal
(Will they come)
I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come)
Oh baby, come on to me
(Will they come)
Well, she's come, been and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
I'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, call him a Diamond Dogs
Young girl, call him a Diamond Dogs
Now Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevators broke so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below, go Tarzie, go man, go
Meets his sweetest little hussy with his ghost town approach
His face is sans feature but she wears a diamond broach
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to wear
Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sable-ized
(Will they come)
I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come)
Oh baby, come on to me
(Will they come)
Well, she's come, been and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
I'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, call him a Diamond Dogs
Young girl, call him a Diamond Dogs
Call him a Diamond Dog
Call him a Diamond Dog
In the year of the scavenger, the season of the witch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lovely little kitch
There's gonna be sorrow, try and wake tomorrow
(Will they come)
I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come)
Oh baby, come on to me
(Will they come)
Well, she's come, been and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
I'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, call him a Diamond Dogs
Young girl, call him a Diamond Dogs
Call him a Diamond Dog
Call him a Diamond Dog
This wreckage in my head is from the trash you left
Can't back out of this, you weren't That good in bed
The pressure that you felt turned me on
The weaker you got, made me strong
Chorus
Under The Gun
You need a head start tonight
Under the gun
You bit the bullet and you died
If trying is a crime, I'll face the firing squad
I didn't get drunk and hide, aimed and took my best shot
Bridge
Shoot em' down and watch them fall
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do, oh yeah
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the multi-colored mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime
A soap inpression of his wife
which he ate and donated to the National Trust
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
I don't need the heat, I didn't ask for the power
I never wanted any trouble; I won't die a coward
You would think monies satisfaction, it isn't freedom if you aren't free
It's all just an addiction; you'd sell your soul for some peace
Chorus
Give me the Warm Country Sun
Get me out of the city
Give me the Warm Country Sun
I need some comfort and peace
I'm kinda used to this poverty 'til someone tells you it's wrong
I kinda like my simple ways, I never meant any harm
I got God in my church; I earn the money I make
My children learn appreciation with every sweat I break
Yeah I love my country and I would fight in its wars
I ain't the talking type,
Down at the bar at night,
Drinking off my former lovers.
This melancholy, darkened room,
I smelled your cheap perfume,
An angel in Latin bartender.
Chorus:
Margarita, sweeter than all the others.
Margarita, I spilled you under the covers.
Margarita, you go down smooth like a shot of gold Patron.
Let's spend the night together,
I fear you'll tell your brother,
What you lost I couldn't borrow.
In all your ecstasy,
You grab your rosary,
Ask forgiveness tomorrow.
The last time I fell I left a piece of myself I was so broken
up, I should've stayed down Heaven can't you help me I'm
losing this war I don't wanna die young from with just battle
scars
Keep the devil out of my soul; c'mon and save me From a
heart of stone Tell the Lord he can take me now, I'm a shell
of a man Just skin and bones
I had a little sister who could drink up a storm If the liquor
didn't kill her she'd be twenty-one The good times, bad
times can't remember them all Must have been the thunder
and alcohol
The skeletons in the closet keep me awake at night The
thing that really scares me are the monsters I live with
everyday
SONG INFO:
Gilby: Acoustic guitars, Piano, Lead vocals
Jo Almieda: Dobro slide guitar
Marc Danzeisen: Drums, Percussion
Will Effertz: Bass
Roberta Freeman: Harmony vocals
Tim P.: Harmonica
Joel Derouin: Fiddle
What's the worst that could happen
Always more of the same
Sleeping pills never killed
All the fears I never feel
Just the damage & pain
I hate you most when you panic
It's a personal war
Little sad, but never mad
Had to smash your looking glass
If I had wings, I'd be gone
This is the worst song that's stuck in my head
I can't remember to forget the things you said
This is me, being you, telling me this is the worst
You ain' the worst or the last
Could you ever be wrong
Crashed the car, burned the house
All the kids are lost and found It never happened, I'm gone
This is the worst song that's stuck in my head
I can't remember to forget the things you said
This is me, being you, telling me this is the worst
Do we fall apart, in pieces now
Do we fall apart, in pieces now
I'll show you how
This is the worst song in my head
This is the worst song in my head
This is the worst song in my head, worst song in my head
This is the worst
If anything could happen, I'd start on my way to heaven
I'd leave this world and all the thrills, like girls and 7/11
My families fine, my friends are all the guys on lives of the rich and famous
Will someone meet me at the pearly gates and let me in when I start knocking
Whoa, I wonder how I'll be remembered
Whoa, How about a star on Hollywood Blvd?
If I met God I'd smile alot
I hope my hairs OK and my tattoos fade as he hands down my penance
He said what did you do in 82' with that girl you weren't in love with?
I said I was young and dumb
Was there something wrong with having fun with one of your creations?
Whoa, I wonder how I'll be remembered
Whoa, How about a star on Hollywood Blvd.?
I want a window seat I don't want anything to pass me
It's a new parade it's Judgement Day for me
What ever happened to the records that were going platinum
Everybody just stood up and cheered and said the next big thing is coming
So I dropped a lot of acid, just to hear what the Beatles were saying
Well I saw my silver? Mexico
Spend all my money in the? saloon
? my loose
I'm alone, alone, alone
I'm alone, alone, alone
Well your mama says? and cut like a knife
? you cut a little deeper found the devil inside
Now burn it?
I'm so mean, so mean, so mean
I'm so mean, so mean, so mean
I'm a motorcycle cowboy
A honky-tonk junkie
For a shooting star
Drove to Desperado
The wrong side of the barrel
Best friend's a pawn shop guitar
My best friend's a pawn shop guitar
Well you're dirty down in?
So I rip out your heart and then I start to eat
The power I need is suicide
I'm so blind, so blind, so blind
I'm so blind, so blind, so blind
I'm a motorcycle cowboy
A honky-tonk junkie
For a shooting star
Drove to Desperado
The wrong side of the barrel
Best friend's a pawn shop guitar
My best friend's a pawn shop guitar
I'm so mean, so mean, so mean
I'm so mean, so mean, so mean
I'm so mean, so mean, so mean
I'm so mean, so mean, so mean
I'm a motorcycle cowboy
A honky-tonk junkie
For a shooting star
Drove to Desperado
The wrong side of the barrel
I'm just a junkie
And I'm just a junkie
For your love
For your love
And I'm just a junkie
My best friend's a pawn shop guitar
Dark day crowning
Screaming, chanting
Sounding in My ear
Pounding, driving
Ringing, stinging
Take My thoughts away
To a brighter place
Chorus:
Higher, higher
Than the pain that I feel
Take Me
Higher, higher
Let Your holy love reveal
And plunge Me
Deeper, deeper
Than these nails can drive Me
Take Me
Higher, higher, Father
Children laughing
And Lepers healing
In the waters of sweet forgiveness
Jordon, Galilee
The lame are walking
By the shining sea
Oh take Me
Chorus:
Higher, higher
Than the pain that I feel
Lift Me
Higher, higher
Let Your holy love reveal
And plunge Me
Deeper, oh deeper
Than these nails can drive Me
Take Me
Higher, higher,
Father And plunge Me deeper, oh deeper
Than these nails can drive Me
Take Me higher, higher
Can You hear me, hear the sound of My pain
My souls on the line, I'm getting tired of begging
The Devil's sliding in and I can feel my heart pounding
I fear the new church and I worship no man
I'm the lord of my life and I'm mad as hell for suffering
I ain't breaking down anymore
Like dead weight lying on the floor
Chorus
In my Heart Of Chrome, Surrounded by pain
There's a method to my madness, survival by faith
In my Heart Of Chrome, Surrounded by pain
In my Heart of Chrome is who I am
It's a cruel punishment survival in hell
The power of sin is the loss of innocence
I fear the new church and I worship no one
I'm the lord of my life and I'm mad as hell for suffering
I ain't breaking down anymore
I never saw the trouble in front of me
I never felt the whip come down
Found my suicide motel room key
It took an ol' blind bloodhound
My record players broken again
The red lights flickerin'
If it's good enough for rock n' roll
Well it's good enough for me
If it's good enough for rock n' roll
Well it's good enough for me
Waiting for this liquor store thief
Just a lawyer in a fake pony skin
Stolen from yesterdays bleed
Bring your own bottle of sin
Thought I saw your silhouette
Buy my alcohol goggles are cracked
If it's good enough for rock n' roll
Well it's good enough for me
If it's good enough for rock n' roll
Well it's good enough for me
Tell me how you want it
I ain't getting down on my knees
Show me how you goy it
I ain't getting down on my knees
My record players broken again
The red lights flickerin'
If it's good enough for rock n' roll
Well it's good enough for me
If it's good enough for rock n' roll
The day the music died I cried
The future was so bright
Never surrendered with fear in my eyes
'Cause human stories told
With a couple of friends in a?
Hunting dogs don't kill their own
With the colors fade away
It's so hard to hide the pain
This is my generation
So natural to hate
Never had so much to loose
The mid-day coffee blues
Hunting dogs don't kill their own
If only I could stop this room
From spinning 'round
I'm so confused
I wake up clear my head
Remember why I'm in this bed
It really hurts to imagine everything's cold
Hunting dogs don't kill their own
If only I could stop this room
From spinning 'round
I'm so confused
I wake up clear my head
Remember why I'm in this bed
It really hurts to imagine the song he never wrote
Hunting dogs don't kill their own
Hunting dogs don't kill their own
Oh, the pain, the pain
You hunting dog, you
Hunting dogs don't kill their own
Oh, the pain, the pain
You hunting dog, you
Can't sing the blues in this crowded room
If nobody will buy me a drink
A simple drink, it's unhappy hour
Bury me on Bourbon St.
I lost the power over you
I miss the power over you
Let's celebrate, all the cheap things
Sucking down booze with my strength
What happened to the naked truth
It vanished with the weakest fight
I lost the power over you
I miss the power over you
Blue Grass Mosquito,
Blue Grass Mosquito
I lots the power over you
Can't sing the blues in this crowded room
If nobody will buy me a drink
A simple drink, it's unhappy hour
I beg your heart of chrome
An it really don't matter
You're the dog and I'm the bone
An it really don't matter
Are you the muscle on the machine
An it really don't matter
Anonymous ain't so easy
An it really don't matter
chorus
I'm the devil on the big red machine
Tell the Hell's Angels
All born to lose, no misery
Tell the Hell's Angels, the Hell's Angels
The time you stole was borrowed
An it really don't matter
The road you chose is narrow
An it really don't matter
chorus
bridge
Begging for tomorrow, living for today
Tie me up, tie me down, what a rush I got
Constricted, so vicious, what a rush I got
Yeah, What a shock I got this morning
Yeah, when I caught you masturbating
Beware of the dog
Beware of the dog
He's bad, the mean machine
Beware of the dog
Camouflaged, velvet crush,
Crawling out of your heart
Frustrated, concentrating, if you can, you can't
Oh what a rush I got when I saw your face
It's a crush I never had
If there's no hope no resolution to hope for
I'll be sad a little unwrapped but not so hopeless like I
was
Now that the worlds crashing down
Chorus
Oh Yeah, I'm nobody who never had a chance
Oh Yeah, I'm nobody who never had a chance
So decadent, socially wrecked a little sexually
frustrated
You crashed my car and burned my house now you're useless
and left out
Now the worlds crashing down
Bridge
I ain't coming around here no more
I ain't coming around here no more