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(Man I was about to post some Celtic Frost, 73-79! LOL... imagine my surprise to see it here! Whoa... same wave link!... ok... on with the story... hehehe)
... And as if the place couldn't get more insane... Celtic Frost takes the stage... the crowd is one moving massive body of flesh! feet in the mouth from crowd surfers... flying arms attach to ecstatic fans with dazed eyes... bruised and battered with surges of adrenaline flooding our veins... 6/3 gets a cell phone call... a finger in opposite ear... nods... turns to us and shouts...
want more? kinda dangerous...
HELL yA!
73-79 Ford fan signals to security guards and they hustle us quickly out of the crowds view behind the curtain.... 6/3 states... get us to 476XXXx... then I can take it from there 73-79... 73-79 nods...
using a small flashlight... down the wooden stairway we go... thru the dark hallway... back into the abandoned subway station... all help to push the rusted steel door back in place...
73-79 warns us... we got to move quickly... gotta go thru a sewer system that flushes out s&&& in 45 mins... lets move!... We run... following a little beam of light... single file... 6/3 bringing up the rear in case somebody stumbles... a maze of passages... hammered holes in concrete walls... more abandoned caverns... finally turning off into an entrance...
73-79 listens... no rushing water yet... opens the sealed-tight door... whispers... stay close... we'll end up underneath a manhole that can be pushed aside where 6/3 wants to go... the metal prongs in the bricked wall are strong but we got to move quickly... go go go..!
we run to the sounds of Celtic still in our ears... a scraping metallic sound then a burst of fresh aire... all climb up and finally 6/3 comes thru signaling all made it.
:: pushing the manhole back in place we look 'round us... old burned out jeeps and parts of airplanes etc everywhere.:: It's an abandoned army post... come on but watch it!... some government whatevers are using the far end of it... so move quick!
heart's pumping we run single file but this time thru dried mud... swinging pieces of barbwire... splintered nail-driven pieces of 2X4's... down into tunneled fox-holes... unexpected mud puddles...
again crawling thru barb wired fences and running under empty high towers... 6/3 stops... motions for us all to get down... a jeep turns off in the opposite direction and everybody breathes... WTF? ...
6/3 mud splattered and grinning... says... yall not a bunch of li&& d&&& pu##### are you? Move ya a##E NOW!... We take off as if the peace corp was after us... dives under what seems like a pile of logs as part of an obstacle course... get closer and ya slide down a dug out... right to a door...6/ 3 knocks... it opens...
Lots of Greetings... we get hustled to the front and looking around realize we're in an airplane hanger... everybody is as f%%%-up and muddy as we are... 6/3 howls with laughter at the look on our faces... In Honour of those badasses in WW2!!!
A loud crackle of Thunder! The Hanger Rocks!!!
We're definitely a fire hazard now as more people crowd in... oh f&*&!
Push to eardrum limits and squeezed to the edge of violence... rhythm guitars splits the aire and our heads as all walls suddenly show recorded scenes of war... Howling ... shouting... pumping fists... the crowd bursts shouts/sings...
In the gloom the gathering storm abates
In the ships gimlet eyes await
The call to arms to hammer at the gates
To blow them wide throw evil to its fate
All summers long the drill to build the machine
To turn men from flesh and blood to steel
From paper soldiers to bodies on the beach
From summer sands to Armageddon's reach
Overlord, your master not your god
The enemy coast dawning grey with scud
These wretched souls puking, shaking fear
To take a bullet for those who sent them here
The world's alight, the cliffs erupt in flame
No escape, remorseless shrapnel rains
Drowning men no chance for a warriors fate
A choking death, enter hell's gates
Sliding we go, only fear on our side
To the edge of the wire
And we rush with the tide
All the water is red
With the blood of the dead
Although I'm still alive, pray to God I survive
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
....
I've never heard of these Swedish guys before
and didn't expect to see Aussie 'diggers' in the
film clip. What a suprise?
I've gotta get this album.
LOL! Yep! Metal for me is War... and
I use it everyday for sanity ... later I will
include it in the ongoing tale... :-) Guess
you see why I love Scand. Metal... chuckle...
Good Call on the Video... I never saw this one!
Thanks for posting it! :-)
for me everything in Metal I transpose to
finance-politics... that is my reality... In that reality...
God is Money... Christianity becomes the philosophy of
investing and earning what you don't make by the sweat
of your own brow...
so does Satanism bother me? No...
anti-christian? No... I am my own Man with
my own Meaning... I'll eat any type of Metal
for breakfast... Metal is for everything but
love of a woman, in my life... expressing
love of a woman I go elsewhere... love of
my country's most noblest ideals... its Metal...
that's my reality...
thats My Truth...
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sings from part2...
... Solar winds from another world breathe chaos
to a ravaged planet...
A cosmic rebirth
Midst the smoke of contamination
and miscalculation...
The celestial ones; ageless, free of physical bounds, infinite energetic control
"I am the suppressed darkness inside of you"
The original keepers of time...
Perimeters of consciousness
Imbeciles beg for salvation
No-one to answer their prayers
Pathetic germs accept demise
The manifest has failed
The cosmic force destroyed the barrier of realms
Infinite dimensions cross paths to re-create reality
... lifting head to sky ... offering... Dear Heaven!
Blessed are those who have given their freedom
and life for others!
May all who hunger for freedom be Blessed!
May all whose hearts cry for peace in the midst
of war be Blessed!
:::sinks into deep curtsey in reverent respect:::
:::softly rises:::voice soft::
Dear Mr. MMC Sir! Thank Thee so much for Thy
offerings tis day... truly Sir heart was beating so
fast as followed with Thee and the others during
the rush through the dark tunnels! Thank Thee for
carrying us all along with Thee to the adventures
leading from the tunnels into the concerts!
This one wishes to personally thank Thee for taking
your time to create a story... it makes Metal more
palatable for those of us who could nay be strictly
called Metal heads..
this one specially knowing Thy situation knows what
a gift such really is...... tis truly a gift to all who listen...
Thee are really showing much love for all who come here..
a gift great enough to open and enlarge love in us all....
...knowing how much has been in Thy life and situation
in these days... all Thee have been challenged with and
how Love has been victorious through Thee... all are in
Thy thoughts still... marvelous heart!
and heart went out fully for the memories of the men of WW2....
Thee knows full well the truth of revolution is held
always in the hearts of musicians ... they most of
all center on the truth of human experience!
Blessed Be those who Sing and Play Metal for they
have the power of truth in their hearts!
Manowar (American) - Heart of Steel - (live in lisbon, portugal) - 1999
Album: Kings of Metal - 1988
sings: .... Anarchy
Chaotic hunters rise
Spit in the evil eyes
Stand our ground with hate and fury
fear that comes will die
Our enemies have come to life
A clashing comes,
the haunting presence
controlling all that breaths
It's brought the world down to it knees
Now they exalt the fiend
Shotgun
Your nightmare's not a dream
They'll choke you and your screams
Sacrificing sons and daughters
rolls the war machine
The tyrant fills his destiny
The hounds of hell are freed
Desolate
And with their bite... disease
His evil never sleeps
You ARE living the life man! :ulls out a plug
of hair in frustration :: LOL ... a great plan
would be to work like heck for a year then take
off for a year and just go see as many bands as
possible... Film as much as possible too! Smaller
places are great since people feed offa each other...
NICE!
`
i like your plan man, i'm lookin' into taking my wife with me to a festival in Germany, Holland or somewhere over there next year. We've never been to one over there. Waken sounds sweet, so does Donnington or Dynamo. Just sounds like a kicka** time, you know hanging out watching awesome bands, and meeting & talking to people who enjoy the same kind of music. Do you know anything about any of the outdoor festivals they've got across the sea?
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Want more? Kinda dangerous...
.
ulls out a plug 