jaywill writes:
Okay, first rate distortion obsessed ...
Damn straight!
Well, its hard for me to take these late rockers seriously.
They started in the seventies, you know, Lemmy was born in 1945.
I think that last talented rock musician was probably Franky Lyman. Maybe the last serious electric guitar player was Chuck Berry.
Don't know Lyman. Berry isn't that great really.
And this Lemmy fella. His lyrics aren't even as good as Keith whats-his- name fellow who wrote lyrics for Prochal Harum.
They're simple, not overly fanciful, or about bitches and shit, now that's some shitty lyrics right there.
Lemmy at least has a motor mouth to match his head.
Oh yeah, he's damn ugly
Oh, by the way, there's nothing spiritual about it. I just don't have the taste for it.
No problem mate, more for me to enjoy
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Let's stop this offtopic rambling shall we?
I hunt for the truth
I am the one Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
-Lyrics by Lemmy Kilmister of Motorhead