I never thought you'd hurt me I guess you live and learn That when you're playin' with fire you're bound to get burned I've been mistreated, I've been used before I get kicked in the face still I come back for more But I won't cry no more 'cause the tears are all in vain We can pick up the pieces and start it all again Let's just get back to the way it was before Oh, girl I can't take anymore Chorus: Baby, don't treat me bad Well, this could be the best thing that you'll ever have Baby, don't treat me bad (Well) you can do anything, but baby, don't treat me bad Oh, don't treat me bad I gave it everything, but you threw it all away I can't take anymore of these games that you play I've been through heartache and I've been through pain And it's hard to believe you still treat me this way But I won't cry no more 'cause the tears are all in vain We can pick up the pieces and start it all again Let's just get back to the way it was before Oh, girl I can't take anymore Chorus Oh girl, I can't take anymore, oh yeah, now listen to me Chorus
I totally forgot about them!! Great call! No I don't know where I'm going But I sure know where I've been Hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday And I've made up my mind I ain't wasting no more time Though I keep searching for an answer I never seem to find what I'm looking for Oh Lord I pray you give me strength to carry on 'Cause I know what it means To walk along the lonely street of dreams And here I go again on my own Going down the only road I've ever known Like a drifter I was born to walk alone But I've made up my mind I ain't wasting no more time Just another heart in need of rescue Waiting on love's sweet charity And I'm gonna hold on for the rest of my days 'Cause I know what it means To walk along the lonely street of dreams And here I go again on my own Going down the only road I've ever known Like a drifter I was born to walk alone And I've made up my mind I ain't wasting no more time But here I go again Here I go again Here I go again Oh baby, oh yeah (guitar solo) And I've made up my mind Oh baby And wasted no more time And here I go again on my own Going down the only road I've ever known Like a drifter I was born to walk alone 'Cause I know what it means To walk along the lonely street of dreams (fade)
I know this isn't their song, but it's one of the only things people remember them for... Well the times are gettin' hard for you Little girl I'm a-hummin' and a-strummin' all over God's world You can't remember when you got your last meal And you don't know just how a woman feels You didn't know what rock-n-roll was Until you met my drummer on a grey tour bus I got there in the nick of time Before he got his hands across your state line Yeah Now it's the middle of the night on the open road And the heater don't work and it's oh-so-cold You're lookin' tired You're lookin' kinda beat The rhythm of the street sure knocks you off your feet You didn't know how rock-n-roll looked Until you caught your sister with the guys from the group Half-way home in the parking lot By the look in her eye She was giving what she got Said CHORUS: My My My I'm once bitten Twice shy Baby My My My I'm once bitten Twice shy Baby My My My I'm once bitten Twice shy Baby Woman You're a mess Gonna die in your sleep There's blood on my amp and my Les Paul's beat Can't keep you home You're messin' around My best friend told me you're the best lick in town You didn't know that rock-n-roll burned So you bought a candle and you lived and you learned You got the rhythm You got the speed Mama's little baby likes it short and sweet I said CHORUS: I didn't know you had a rock-n-roll record Until I saw your picture on another guy's jacket You told me I was the only one But look at you now It's dark and you're gone CHORUS: My My My I'm once bitten Twice shy I'm shy So shy
What's really funny is reading the reviews on Amazon of people that love this stuff. Especially funny are the reviews from the last few years.
Little child Dry your crying eyes How can I explain The fear you feel inside ´cause you were born Into this evil world Where man is killing man and no one knows just why What have we become Just look what we have done All that we destroyed You must build again When the children cry Let them know we tried ´cause when the children sings The new world begins Little child You must show the way To a better day For all the young ´cause you were born For the world to see That we all can live In light and peace No more presidents And all the wars will end One united world under god When the children cry Let them know we tried ´cause when the children sings The new world begins What have we become Just look what we have done All that we destroyed You must build again No more presidents And all the wars will end One united world under god When the children cry Let them know we tried ´cause when the children fight Then we know it ain´t right When the children break Let them know we´re awake ´cause when the children sings The new world begins
White Lion...good call I know we've been doing more obscure stuff, but let's not forget the ultimate ass rock song: She was a fast machine She kept her motor clean She was the best damn woman I had ever seen She had the sightless eyes Telling me no lies Knockin' me out with those American thighs Taking more than her share Had me fighting for air She told me to come but I was already there 'Cause the walls start shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were making it and you - Shook me all night long Working double time On the seduction line She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine She wanted no applause Just another course Made a meal out of me and came back for more Had to cool me down To take another round Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing 'Cause the walls were shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were making it and you - Shook me all night long
I owned a few of the albums posted here. A small percentage actually. I used to watch HEADBANGER'S BALL on MTV and I would get so pissed off when they played hair metal, I was typically into heavier stuff like Anthrax, Megadeth, etc.
LOL.....classic. just classic. Every time I leave You say you won’t be there. And you’re always there. Every time I cry your name at night, You pull close and say it’s alright. I look in your eyes, just like the rain. Washing me, rain wash over me. Touching your face, I feel the heat Of your heartbeat echo in my head like a scream. What you do to me! Waited so long I can’t wait another day without you. Jet city woman. It’s a long way, home to my Jet city woman. I see her face everywhere, can’t get her out of my mind. Whenever I’m alone I’m thinking, There’s a part missing from my life. Wonder where I’d be without your love Holding me together now i’m Watching the time tick, tick away. Face grows longer every day. Fortunes are lost on the women I’ve seen But without you I can’t breathe! You’re the air to me! Waited so long, I’m all alone thinking about you. Jet city woman. Got to find my way home to her. Jet city woman. I see her face everywhere I look! Jet city woman. Just a thousand miles and I’ll be there Jet city woman, to make the clouds go away. Time for some blue sky! Waited so long now the plane’s delayed And hour, reminds me of all our days apart. Hold on, just a little longer. Jet city woman. Wonder where I’d be, you’re the air to me. Jet city woman. Eyes like the rain, rain down on me. Jet city woman. No more nights alone I’m almost home now. Jet city woman. Close my eyes, I’m there in my jet city.
I won't even tell you how many of these I owned. It's disgraceful. Then, in the late 90's, one of the radio stations back home (St. Louis) started playing a Hairspray Cafe every Friday at lunch. Yep, I listened.
...although I do have to say I tolerated the hair metal videos because they had half naked girls in them, which is pretty cool when you're in 7th grade. Megadeth & Anthrax had war footage and homeless people in their videos. That was fine too, I actually think some of that heavier metal actually made me aware of some social ills early on I wouldn't have thought about otherwise at the time. However, I was 12 or 13 and seeing a 22 year old buxom woman in a leather bra in a video was pretty good too.
You just sounded the trumpet of war against Fiddlestick. He still loves him some Queensryche. I had a few Queensryche albums though...
Yes, I completely understand. I had the same experience the first time I saw Poison's "Talk Dirty to Me" video on MTV. I was in the 3rd grade and I had never seen men wear makeup before. But there was something about the way Bret Michaels girated (sp?) on the microphone stand...
Let us not forget another early ass rock classic: Got me the strangest woman Believe me this trick's no cinch But I really get her going When I whip out my big 10 inch Record of a band that plays the blues Well a band that plays its blues She just love my big 10 inch Record of her favorite blues Last night I tried to tease her I gave my love a little pinch She said now stop that jivin' Now whip out your big 10 inch Record of a band that plays those blues Well a band that plays the blues She just loves my big 10 inch Record of her favorite blues I I I cover her with kisses And when we're in a lover's clinch She gets all excited When she begs for my big 10 inch Record of a band that plays those blues Well a band that plays the blues She just love my big 10 inch Record of her favorite blues My girl don't go for smokin' And liquor just make her flinch Seems she don't go for nothin' 'Cept for my big 10 inch Record of a band that plays the blues Band that play the blues She just love my big 10 inch Record of her favorite blues
Or the prettiest: Tommy used to work on the docks Union’s been on strike He’s down on his luck...it’s tough, so tough Gina works the diner all day Working for her man, she brings home her pay For love - for love She says we’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got ’cause it doesn’t make a difference If we make it or not We’ve got each other and that’s a lot For love - we’ll give it a shot Chorus: Whooah, we’re half way there Livin’ on a prayer Take my hand and we’ll make it - I swear Livin’ on a prayer Tommy’s got his six string in hock Now he’s holding in what he used To make it talk - so tough, it’s tough Gina dreams of running away When she cries in the night Tommy whispers baby it’s okay, someday We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got ’cause it doesn’t make a difference If we make it or not We’ve got each other and that’s a lot For love - we’ll give it a shot Chorus We’ve got to hold on ready or not You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got Chorus
What? You would have had to do something pretty severe for that. He's comes across harsh at times sure, but I've met him in person and he's a great guy.
I don't know if it qualifies as hair metal or not, but it's certainly ass rock: Well rock the cradle of love Rock the cradle of love Yes the cradle of love, don't rock easily it's true Well rock the cradle of love I rocked the cradle of love Yes the cradle of love, don't rock easily it's true Well now It burned like a ball on fire When the rebel took a little child bride To tease yeah, so go, easy yeah Cause love cuts a million ways And shakes the devil when he misbehaves I ain't nobody's fool Come on, shake it up Whatever I do Rock the cradle of love Rock the cradle of love Yes the cradle of love, don't rock easily it's true Sent from Heaven above, that's right To rock the cradle of love Yes the pages of love, don't talk decently it's true Yeah flesh for your romeo Ah yeah baby I hear you moan It's easy, y'know how to, please me yeah This love starts my rollin train You can't stop it It ain't in vain I ain't nobody's fool Come on shake it up Whatever you do Ha oww These are the wages of love Rock the cradle of love These are the wages of love Ooh yeah Rock the cradle Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, oww (guitar solo) Well it burned like a ball on fire When the rebel took a little child bride To tease yeah, I know how to, please you yeah Well my love starts a rollin train and, you can't stop it It ain't in vain I ain't nobody's fool Come on shake it up Whatever I do Rock the cradle of love Rock the cradle of love Sent from Heaven above That's right To rock the cradle of love Rock the cradle of love Yeah cradle of love That's me mama I robbed the devil of love (Cradle of love) All right Cradle of love If you teaze me, tonight (Rock the cradle of love) If you sleaze me all right (Cradle of love) If you appeaze me tonight (Rock the cradle of love) And let me ease you (Cradle of love) Ahh yeah Cradle of love
I'm sure that's it. He has a repuation to uphold, he's BigSoccer's reigning "King of Smack" for several years. However, he's a cool guy. I've drunk beer & eaten pizza with the guy.
Billy Idol was hair metal without the hair...unlike these guys: Step inside (walk this way) You and me babe (hey, hey!) Hey! hey! hey! Huh! Love is like a bomb, baby, c’mon get it on Livin’ like a lover with a red hot thong Lookin’ like a tramp, like a video vamp Demolition woman, can I be your man? (be your man) Hey! hey! Razzle ’n’ a dazzle ’n’ a flash a little light Television lover, baby, go all night Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah Hey! C’mon Take a bottle Shake it up Break the bubble Break it up (pour some sugar on me) Ooh, in the name of love (pour some sugar on me) C’mon fire me up (pour your sugar on me) Oh, I can’t get enough I’m hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet yeah Hey! hey! hey! (huh!) Listen! Red light, yellow light, green-a-light go! Crazy little woman in a one man show Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up (loosen up) I loosen up You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more Easy operator come a knockin’ on my door Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah (yeah!) Give a little more I’m hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet yeah (you got the peaches, I got the cream) Sweet to taste (saccharine) ’cos I’m hot (hot!) So hot Sticky sweet from my head (head!) my head (head to my feet) To my feet Do you take sugar? One lump or two? Take a bottle (take a bottle) Shake it up (shake it up) Break the bubble Break it up (break it up) (pour some sugar on me) Oh, in the name of love (pour some sugar on me) Get all, come get it (pour your sugar on me) Ooh (pour some sugar on me) Yeah! Sugar me!
I think I may have blown my wad on that one.... don't know if I can come up with anyone else... hmmm...
I don't think there's a song on the planet that makes me cringe more than "Pour Some Sugar on Me." blech.