.-. .--. .-..-..---. .-. .-..-..---. .-..-..-. : : : ,. :: :: :: . : : : : :: :: .; :: :: `' : : : : :: :: :: :: :: : : : `. .': .': : ` ' : :__ : :; :: :; :: :; : : :__ .' ; : :.`.: :.' `. :___.'`.__.'`.__.':___.' :___.':_,' :_;:_;:_;:_;:_; Loud Lyrix, July 12, 1994, Issue # 15 Addresses --------- Administrivia: lyrix@terranet.cts.com Listserv: listserv@planet.org Editor-in-Chief: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti) Publisher: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti) Distributor: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti) & Planet Communications Mailing Program: LISTSERV at planet.org (Planet Communications) ! NOTE ! ~~~~~~~~ All mail sent to the 'zine's list address will be forwarded to the editor at , so please refrain from sending anything to the list address, as this only 'causes us to waste valuable resources. Thank you. HOW TO SUBSCRIBE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You may join Loud Lyrix at any time by sending a "SUBSCRIBE LYRIX" command to listserv@planet.org. Please note that this command must NOT be sent to the list address , but to the mail server which handles this mailing list. DISCLAIMER ---------- Loud Lyrix is not responsible for accuracy of the lyrics, song titles, album titles, or specific performers of the songs contained herein. All songs are property of the bands that perform them and/or their record labels. The lyrics contained herein cannot be used for any purpose other than "private study, scholarship, or research." If anyone makes use of a reprinted song for purposes in excess of "fair use," that user may be liable for copyright infringement. Loud Lyrix is not responsible for any misrepresentation of the performers of any songs or their respective lyrics. We reserve the right to reprint inaccurate lyrics if the song's lyrics were not readily available to the typist. And just remember that this publication is for the sheer fun and pleasure of discovering the lyrics of some songs, and we are not out to rip off any bands or put any words in their mouths. DESCRIPTION ----------- Loud Lyrix is a weekly publication dedicated to the spread of heavy metal lyrics throughout the world. Subscriptions are available at no cost electronically. Five to Ten songs are published every Tuesday. Along with the lyrics, a section of the zine is devoted to reactions of subscribers to previously posted songs. All subscribers are urged to send in lyrics from their own favorite bands for publication. All requests, submissions or comments must be sent to the above address. OUR PHILOSOPHY -------------- We here at Loud Lyrix believe that the true meaning of a song can only make itself known through the song's lyrics. It is for this reason that Loud Lyrix exists, we are committed to delivering all the best lyrics of heavy metal songs to Cyber-bangers around the globe. Long live metal! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Loud Lyrix, #15, 7/12/94 ------------------------ 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 -------- 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [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 !!! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ******************************** T E A ********************************** 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 ********************* T O B E C O N T I N U E D *********************** Typed by: Lyrics Archive at ftp.uwp.edu -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- *************************** 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 ****************************** T H E E N D ******************************* Typed by: KISSARMY Members -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ******************** 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! **************************** T H E E N D ******************************** Typed by: Lyrics archive at ftp.uwp.edu -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- *************************** 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 **************************** T H E E N D ******************************** Typed by Martin Sabo -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ***************** 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!!! ***************************** T H E E N D ******************************* Typed by: Lyrics Archive at ftp.uwp.edu -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ************************* 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 **************************** T H E E N D ******************************** Typed by: Lyrics Archive at ftp.uwp.edu -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 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 **************************** T H E E N D ******************************** Typed by: Gregory -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 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..... **************************** T H E E N D ******************************** Typed by: Shimon Godes -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 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] ************************ L I V E U N D E A D ************************** 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. **************************** T H E E N D ******************************** Typed by: Iuri Wickert -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ******************* 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. ***************************** T H E E N D ******************************* Typed By: Iuri Wickert -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [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. ***************************** T H E E N D ******************************* Typed By: Markus Bautsch -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 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 ***************************** T H E E N D ******************************* Typed By: Don Thomason -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ********************** 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 ***************************** T H E E N D ******************************* Typed By: Don Thomason -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 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! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- End -- Loud Lyrix #15