Artist: Kix
Song: Blow My Fuse
Year: 1988
Album: Blow My Fuse
More 80s innuendo from metal bands.
Lyrics:
Shut up
Do it
Come on start a fire
In my electric chair
Baby cross my wires
Light up my hair
Overload my circuits
let me feel the juice
make me an offer
that I can't refuse
Blow my fuse
(Hey hey)You got nothing to lose
Blow my fuse
I need a good shot
I can't give it to you
On electric cruise
Blow my fuse
You light my light I'll light you
Baby shake my tower
Get it while it's hot
Baby feel my power
Fifty thousand watts
Come on feel the voltage
Light thick and through
From the whites of my eyeballs
To the souls of my shoes
Blow my fuse
(Hey hey)You got nothing to lose
Blow my fuse
I need a good shot
I can't give it to you
On electric cruise
Blow my fuse
Hot wired
Get fired
Ooo baby watch it glow
Give me action
Satisfaction
Babe I'm ready for an overload
Plug me in like electric light
It's a rock and roll show tonight
Blow my fuse
(Hey hey)You got nothing to lose
Blow my fuse
I need a good shot
I can't give it to you
Blow my fuse
(Hey hey)You got nothing to lose
Blow my fuse
I need a hot spark
I can't give it to you
Blow my fuse
Got nothing to lose
Blow my fuse
Can't give it to you
Blow my fuse
Got nothing to lose
Blow my fuse
Can't give it to you
Blow my fuse
Showing posts with label 1988. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1988. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 18, 2009
The Living Years - Mike And The Mechanics
Artist: Mike + The Mechanics
Song: The Living Years
Year: 1988
Album: The Living Years
What an upliftingly depressing song. It sounds happy and cheery until you realize that the song is about a deceased father and the son's regrets for not making amends. This was the musical landscape of 1988. You either had depressing, thoughtful songs or throwaway junk, with a few exceptions.
About two months ago, I had this song stuck in my head for five days straight. I can't believe I didn't crawl into bed and hide under the covers for two months. This is a wonderful song, but I just can't take the emotional subject matter.
Every time I hear the song, I feel like I just saw a baby's grave. You have a whole bundle of emotions that get bottlenecked into the same place with no chance of escape. You feel sad. You feel happy. Then you feel bad for feeling happy. It's a complete rollercoaster.
I'm sure that I'll seek this song out at the appropriate time, but until then, I'm happy with hearing it from a distance.
Lyrics:
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts
So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be O.K.
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
Song: The Living Years
Year: 1988
Album: The Living Years
What an upliftingly depressing song. It sounds happy and cheery until you realize that the song is about a deceased father and the son's regrets for not making amends. This was the musical landscape of 1988. You either had depressing, thoughtful songs or throwaway junk, with a few exceptions.
About two months ago, I had this song stuck in my head for five days straight. I can't believe I didn't crawl into bed and hide under the covers for two months. This is a wonderful song, but I just can't take the emotional subject matter.
Every time I hear the song, I feel like I just saw a baby's grave. You have a whole bundle of emotions that get bottlenecked into the same place with no chance of escape. You feel sad. You feel happy. Then you feel bad for feeling happy. It's a complete rollercoaster.
I'm sure that I'll seek this song out at the appropriate time, but until then, I'm happy with hearing it from a distance.
Lyrics:
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts
So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be O.K.
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
Friday, September 5, 2008
Sidewalking - The Jesus And Mary Chain
Artist: The Jesus & Mary Chain
Song: Sidewalking
Year: 1988
Album: Barbed Wire Kisses
Sometimes all it takes is the right environment to make a song a favorite. This song was alright. In the heyday of the early nineties alternative barrage, this was swept under the rug. It garnered a little attention when it was first released, and was buried by the more successful mainstream bands a few years later.
A local Chicago radio station (Q101), who started switching to alternative music in 1992, would play an occasional track from this band. I never heard this song though. This song escaped my detection until around 1994. I thought it was a Love & Rockets rip off, when I first heard it.
I was unimpressed and thought nothing more of the song until a decade later. When I was searching for songs to put on the iPod, I rediscovered the song and decided to throw it in the mix. I'll do that with newer music. New to me, at least.
I constantly put the iPod on shuffle. Anything can come up at any time. That's when I can really judge a song. It will come up unexpectedly, so I can get an honest reaction. This song came on when I was driving. It fit perfectly with the mood of the drive. Now, whenever it pops up, I drive a few extra blocks to make sure I finish the song.
Sometimes it takes years, but eventually, a good song will stick with me.
Lyrics:
Chilled to the bone and five miles to home
I'm messing in the dark and feeling all alone
I got ice in my fire got the heat in my wire
Inject a little heat i'm burning up the tires
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Talking like i'm on and i'm the only one
I'm making like i'm done and staring like a gun
And i got to get a car
And i got to get a ride
Gotta get a car
Got jesus on my side
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Messing in the dark and walking all alone
In the streets
Know just where i'm going
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Chilled to the bone
Chilled to the bone
Hotwired heat all the way home
Song: Sidewalking
Year: 1988
Album: Barbed Wire Kisses
Sometimes all it takes is the right environment to make a song a favorite. This song was alright. In the heyday of the early nineties alternative barrage, this was swept under the rug. It garnered a little attention when it was first released, and was buried by the more successful mainstream bands a few years later.
A local Chicago radio station (Q101), who started switching to alternative music in 1992, would play an occasional track from this band. I never heard this song though. This song escaped my detection until around 1994. I thought it was a Love & Rockets rip off, when I first heard it.
I was unimpressed and thought nothing more of the song until a decade later. When I was searching for songs to put on the iPod, I rediscovered the song and decided to throw it in the mix. I'll do that with newer music. New to me, at least.
I constantly put the iPod on shuffle. Anything can come up at any time. That's when I can really judge a song. It will come up unexpectedly, so I can get an honest reaction. This song came on when I was driving. It fit perfectly with the mood of the drive. Now, whenever it pops up, I drive a few extra blocks to make sure I finish the song.
Sometimes it takes years, but eventually, a good song will stick with me.
Lyrics:
Chilled to the bone and five miles to home
I'm messing in the dark and feeling all alone
I got ice in my fire got the heat in my wire
Inject a little heat i'm burning up the tires
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Talking like i'm on and i'm the only one
I'm making like i'm done and staring like a gun
And i got to get a car
And i got to get a ride
Gotta get a car
Got jesus on my side
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Messing in the dark and walking all alone
In the streets
Know just where i'm going
Sidewalking
Sidewalking
Chilled to the bone
Chilled to the bone
Hotwired heat all the way home
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