G N' R Lies (1988)

 

G N' R Lies (1988)

Reckless Life (3:20)
Nice Boys (3:04)
Move To The City (3:43)
Mama Kin (3:57)
Patience (5:56)
Used To Love Her (3:13)
You're Crazy (4:10)
One In A Million (6:09)
 
Reckless Life
     I'm reckless and feelin' no pain
     You know I've got no need to control
     Livin' with the danger
     I'm always on the edge now
     With million dollar visions that I hold
     Livin' like this never ever
     Tore my life apart
     I know how to maintain
     And you know I know my part
     On a holiday, a permanent vacation
     I'm living on a cigarette with wine
     I'm never alone 'cause I've got myself
     Yes, I imitate myself all of the time
     Livin' like this never ever
     Tore my life apart
     I know how to maintain
     'Cause it's comin' from my heart
     I lead a reckless life
     And I don't need your advice
     I lead a reckless life
     And you know it's my only vice
     Reckless life
     I lead a reckless life
     I lead a reckless life
     And you know it's my only...
     Reckless life
     I lead a reckless life
     I lead a reckless life
     And you know it's my only...
     Hey, hey - yeah!
 
Nice Boys
     She hit town like a rose in bloom
     Smellin' sweet, said sweet perfume
     The color faded and the petals died
     Down in the city, no one cried
     In the streets, the garbage lies
     Protected by a million flies
     The roaches so big
     You know that they got bones
     They moved in and made a tenement home
     I said nice boys
     Don't play rock and roll
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll
     I'm not a nice boy!
     Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
     Wanted so bad to be part of the scene
     She met the man and she did the smack
     Paid the price layin' flat on her back
     Wanted so bad just to please the boys
     They ended up just being a toy
     Played so hard burned her life away
     Lies were told no promises made
     You know nice boys
     Don't play rock and roll
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll
     I'm not a nice boy and I never was!
     Young and fresh when she hit town
     Hot for kicks just to get around
     But now she lays in a filthy room
     She kills the pain with
     A flick and a spoon
     And in the streets the garbage lies
     Protected by a million flies
     You know the roaches so big
     You know that they got bones
     Moved in and made a tenement home
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll
     No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no baby
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll
     I bet you mama said
     'Nice boys don't play rock and roll'
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll
     Nice boys!
 
Move To The City
     You pack your bags
     And you move to the city
     There's somethin' missin' here at home
     You fix your hair
     And you're lookin' real pretty
     It's time to get it out on your own
     You're always fightin'
     With your mama and you papa
     Your family life is one big pain!
     When you, you gonna move to the city?
     Into the city where it all began
     You gotta move
     You gotta move
     Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
     Time you gotta move
     You stole your mama's car
     And your daddy's plastic credit card
     You're sixteen and you can't get a job
     You're not goin' very far
     You're always ridin'
     With the teachers and the police
     This life is much too insane!
     When you, you gonna move to the city?
     Into the city where it all began
     You gotta move
     You gotta move
     Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
     Time you gotta move
     Right to the city
     Where the real men get it
     Aw, child, ain't it a pity?
     Sometimes it gets too shitty!
     Come on and hit me!
     You're on the streets
     And it ain't so pretty
     You need to get a new what you please
     You do what you gotta do for the money
     At times you end up on your knees!
     I'm always buyin'
     With the local and the junkies
     This city life is one big pain!
     But you, you had to move to the city
     Into the city where it all began
     You gotta move
     You gotta move
     Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
     Time you gotta move
     Oh right to the city
     With the real nitty gritty
     Aw, child, ain't it a pity?
     Sometimes it gets too shitty!
     Come on and hit me!
 
Mama Kin
     It ain't easy livin' like a gypsy
     Tell ya, honey, how it feels
     I've been dreamin' floatin' down stream
     And losin' touch with all that's real
     Whole lotta lover, keepin' undercover
     Never knowin' where you been-Oo yeah
     You've been fadin', always out paradin'
     Keep in touch with mama kin!
     You always got your tail on the wag
     Spittin' fire from your mouth
     Just like a dragon
     You act like a perpetual drag
     You better check it out
     'Cause someday soon
     You'll have to climb back on the wagon
     It ain't easy livin' like you wanna
     It's so hard to find piece of mind
     Yes it is
     The way I see it
     You got to say 'shee-it'
     But don't forget to drop me a line
     Bald as an egg at eighteen
     And workin' for daddy's such a drag
     You still stuff your mouth
     With his beans
     You better check it out or someday soon
     You'll have to climb back on the wagon
     Keep in touch with mama kin
     Tell her where you gone and been
     Livin' out your fantasy
     Sleepin' late and smokin' tea
     Keep in touch with mama kin
     Tell her where you gone and been
     Livin' out your fantasy
     Sleepin' late and suckin' me, oh no
     It ain't easy livin' like you wanna
     It's so hard to find piece of mind
     Yes it is
     The way I see it

Live ?!#@ Like A Suicide (1986)

 

Live ?!#@ Like A Suicide (1986)

Reckless Life (3:20)
Nice Boys (3:04)
Move To The City (3:43)
Mama Kin (3:57)

 
RecklessLife
     I'm reckless and feelin' no pain
     You know I've got no need to control
     Livin' with the danger
     I'm always on the edge now
     With million dollar visions that I hold
     Livin' like this never ever
     Tore my life apart
     I know how to maintain
     And you know I know my part
     On a holiday, a permanent vacation
     I'm living on a cigarette with wine
     I'm never alone 'cause I've got myself
     Yes, I imitate myself all of the time
     Livin' like this never ever
     Tore my life apart
     I know how to maintain
     'Cause it's comin' from my heart
     I lead a reckless life
     And I don't need your advice
     I lead a reckless life
     And you know it's my only vice
     Reckless life
     I lead a reckless life
     I lead a reckless life
     And you know it's my only...
     Reckless life
     I lead a reckless life
     I lead a reckless life
     And you know it's my only...
     Hey, hey - yeah!
 
Nice Boys
     She hit town like a rose in bloom
     Smellin' sweet, said sweet perfume
     The color faded and the petals died
     Down in the city, no one cried
     In the streets, the garbage lies
     Protected by a million flies
     The roaches so big
     You know that they got bones
     They moved in and made a tenement home
     I said nice boys
     Don't play rock and roll
     Nice boys don't play rock and roll

Appetite For Destruction (1987)

 

Appetite For Destruction (1987)

Welcome To The Jungle  (4:33)
It's So Easy  (3:23)
Nightrain  (4:29)
Out Ta Get Me  (4:23)
Mr. Brownstone  (3:49)
Paradise City  (6:47)
My Michelle  (3:40)
Think About You  (3:51)
Sweet ChildO' Mine  (5:57)
You're Crazy  (3:17)
AnythingGoes  (3:26)
Rocket Queen  (6:15)
 
Welcome To The Jungle
     Welcome to the jungle
     We got fun n' games
     We got everything you want
     Honey, we know the names
     We are the people that can find
     Whatever you may need
     If you got the money, honey
     We got your disease
     In the jungle
     Welcome to the jungle
     Watch it bring you to your knees, knees
     I wanna watch you bleed
     Welcome to the jungle
     We take it day by day
     If you want it you're gonna bleed
     But it's the price you pay
     And you're a very sexy girl
     That's very hard to please
     You can taste the bright lights
     But you won't get them for free
     In the jungle
     Welcome to the jungle
     Feel my, my, my serpentine
     I, I wanna hear you scream
     Welcome to the jungle
     It gets worse here everyday
     Ya learn ta live like an animal
     In the jungle where we play
     If you got a hunger for what you see
     You'll take it eventually
     You can have anything you want
     But you better not take it from me
     In the jungle
     Welcome to the jungle
     Watch it bring you to your
     knees, knees
     I'm gonna watch you bleed
     And when you're high you never
     Ever want to come down, YEAH!
     You know where you are
     You're in the jungle baby
     You're gonna die
     In the jungle
     Welcome to the jungle
     Watch it bring you to your knees, knees
     In the jungle
     Welcome to the jungle
     Feel my, my, my serpentine
     In the jungle
     Welcome to the jungle
     Watch it bring you to your knees, knees
     In the jungle
     Welcome to the jungle
     Watch it bring you to your
     It' gonna bring you down - HA!
 
It's So Easy
     I see your sister in her Sunday dress
     She's out to please
     She pouts her best
     She's out to take
     No need to try
     She's ready to make
     It's so easy, easy
     When everybody's tryin' to please me, baby
     It's so easy, easy
     When everybody's tryin' to please me
     Cars are crashin' every night
     I drink n' drive everything's in sight
     I make the fire
     But I miss the firefight
     I hit the bull's eye every night
     It's so easy, easy
     When everybody's tryin' to please me, baby
     Yeah it's so easy, easy
     When everybody's tryin' to please me
     So easy
     But nothin' seems to please me
     It all fits so right
     When I fade into the night
     See me hit you
     You fall down

Guns N Roses

Slash is a big Alice fan. He has appeared on stage with Alice several times over the years, normally playing 'Only Women Bleed', 'Lost In America' or 'Cold Ethyl' (his favourite song) and appears in the 'Prime Cuts' video. He also guested on 'A Fistful Of Alice' playing on 'Lost In America', 'Only Women Bleed' and 'Elected'

in 2008 Slash added additional guitar to 'Vengeance Is Mine' on 'Along Came A Spider' and appeared in the mini-movie for the album.

G'n'R worked the Introduction to "Only Women Bleed" into their set during their 'Use Your Illusion' tour. It is featured in the Promo clip for 'Knockin' On Heaven's Door'.

Axl and Alice did a live duet of "Under My Wheels" at Long Beach Arena in 1987 and also recorded it together in the studio for the soundtrack of 'The Decline of Western Civilization Part II-The Metal Years. There is a soundtrack album of this film which features the track.

Alice makes a guest appearance on "The Garden" from 'Use Your Illusion I'. There is also a video for this track and while only Alice's voice is featured, it does say 'Special thanks to...' at the end of the footage.

Slash plays the guitar solo for "Hey Stoopid". There is footage of Slash recording this solo on 'Prime Cuts'.

Harry Nilsson - Son of Schmilsson

No matter what institution you're a part of, be it politics, academia or just an everyday workplace, it's always good for perspective to have somebody around who's bound and determined to demonstrate on a daily basis that it's all ultimately just a pile of horseshit.  For early 70's rock, that man is undoubtedly Harry Nilsson.  When it comes to being the neighborhood subversive asshole, the usual weapons of choice are humor, satire and mockery, and Nilsson's got them in droves.  As far as I can tell, the only thing he actually cares about is singing ridiculously awesomely.  The rest seems to be an indiscriminate sampling and deconstruction of pop music in all its myriad forms with an emphasis on the puerile.  It worked pretty well for Nilsson on the previous year's breakthrough album Nilsson Schmilsson (though he'd already had successful singles and was well-known for a cover of Fred Neil's "Everybody's Talkin'").  When crafting a follow-up, it would appear that Harry's main goal was to throw the record label's desires to revisit his previous success back in their face with an album so full of jokey throwaways that it was pretty much guaranteed not to be as successful as its predecessor.

And yet, Son of Schmilsson just might be my favorite Harry Nilsson, from its righteous B horror movie cover (and sound effects at the end of the first track) to all of the burping and gargling (for serious) to the kid-in-a-candy-store smorgasbord of musical styles represented here, this album

man on the moon - REM

　   Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yea

h, yeah, yeah.
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are we losing touch?
R.E.M.
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling (wrestling bears). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

RAINDANCE: Hollow review

 

Hollow employs the well-worn techniques of Blair Witch and REC to scare you off the Suffolk countryside, but can't seem to pay-off the expertly built suspense..

In the tradition of shaky-cam horror most famously demonstrated by Blair Witch Project and Paranormal Activity, Brit indie Hollow uses the filmed footage of a group’s weekend away in the deep Suffolk countryside to send chills down the spine of unsuspecting audience members. But, in an unconventional move