Saturday, November 6, 2010

Turn Your Clocks Back (With Musical Memories)


Just a friendly reminder (to myself as well) and while we do so why not go back in time and enjoy some music in light of this past weeks' victories.

Now call me an old softy if you will but Paul Davis got me allot of dates with his song 'Cool Night' and it is not only a good adjective for last Tuesday but also a good reminder of the 'Fall back' theme as it was extremely popular when The Great Communicator, Ronald Reagan was first elected President of These United States and subsequently re-elected in 1984 due directly to his CONSERVATISM.


Most who are familiar with this blog are aware that I am not only a huge fan of 80's music of all genres but also believe the bands and sounds of that era were way ahead of their time in both sound and lyric, this is but one more that fits that description albeit on the Metal end of the spectrum,,,



Can you guess who I believe is the devils child? Well here is a tiny hint of clarity, the last song lyrics in print for those so not inclined to hear a fav band of mine, Judas Priest.

  Devils Child

Hypnotize me, Mesmerize me
Feel my willpower slip
Light my fire, With cold desire
Losing all my grip

Eat my diamonds
Drinking all my gin
Feast your eyes on
A whole lotta sin

Oh no you're so damned wicked
You got me by the throat

Oh no gotcha claws stuck in me
You never let me go

I believe you're the devil
I believe you're the devil's child

Took my dreams
And now it's seems you're nothing but a liar

Smash and grab at all I had
Build my funeral pyre
Stop pretendin'
Got me growin' old
Your tormentin's
Fit to snap my soul

Oh no you're so damned wicked
You got me by the throat

Oh no gotcha claws stuck in me
You never let me go

I believe you're the devil
I believe you're the devil's child

You took my heart and left it blown to smithereens
I gave my body as a slave
You cut my flesh and drank my blood that poured in streams
I'm left here broken and ashamed

Goin' under, Hear the thunder,Death defying grace
Your condition breeds ammuntion, Shoots me in the face
Vicious talkin', Stabs me like a knife
Scratched and bruised, so abused
I'm a human sacrifice

Oh no you're so damned wicked
You got me by the throat


Oh no gotcha claws stuck in me
You never let me go

I believe you're the devil
I believe you're the devil's child

Sound familiar? Was the band Judas Priest ahead of it's time with that song?
 Last Tuesday, let alone the last two years told me yes they were.




9 comments:

banned said...

We turned our (UK) clocks back last weekend, that must annoy the airlines! :-D

Supi said...

Too bad we could fast forward the clocks 2 years.

Woodsterman said...

Oh shoot ... I thought it was spring back and fall ahead ... I'm so confused. :-P :-P :-P

Christopher said...

Cheers Banned,

I an sure it does, but at the sane time it annoys Husseins friends,,the terrorists,so all in all not too bad huh!

p.s., A belated Happy Guy Fawkes Day!

Christopher said...

So true Supi,

But then again our new House starts earlier? I think? I hate these time changes really, just do not want all the 99ners not knowing what time it is so as to confuse an already uncongested job market. My God, has the government not made their lives worse yet and then this?

What did I just say? See  it is already working!

Christopher said...

Yep Odie,,,see below to Supi,,I understand!

Christopher said...

<span>Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot ;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.</span>
<span>Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,
'Twas his intent.
To blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below.
Poor old England to overthrow.
By God's providence he was catch'd,
With a dark lantern and burning match</span>
<span>Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!</span>
<span>Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !</span>
<span>A penny loaf to feed ol'Pope,
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down,
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar,'
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head,
Then we'll say: ol'Pope is dead.</span>

banned said...

Any Catholic readers will be pleased to note that only the first  four lines are ever remembered  and  that the Religious nature and anti-Papacy elements are  entirely forgotten, it's just about having a good time.

Christopher said...

Thank you Banned for a learned and poignant comment. 8-)