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A little rowdier today.
(These guys crush it live.) |
I just cannot decide if I like Volbeat.
I ought to make up my mind one way or the other. Should I like them?:lol2: |
Yes.
They’re big Johnny Cash fans of that helps. |
Yeah, Cmon. They rock. Rockabilly metal. Lonesome rider is a hoot. You can listen to an entire album. Which is rare lately
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Ohhh, alright.:)
But ima hafta get past that thing he does w/his voice when he says 'you', or 'true', or the like. |
So, what's their signature tune? The one everybody names when asked to name a Volbeat song?
And what's y'alls fav Volbeat song? |
Last 2 days in a row its been Billy stinking Joel. Italian restaurant.
Bottle o red... Bottle o white.... Whatever the fuck he says, alright.... |
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Puuut on the rope, you knew the day was coming...say your prayers once more, you're part of the hangman's body count, whoa..... I like that one and Lola Montez and that whole album really. https://open.spotify.com/album/5SBrI...SzOpnVPRI9ptag |
I been listening for minute.
Heard 'Sad Man's Tongue'... I did not understand a. word. he. sang. It kicks ass, though. |
I like that they have 'a sound', but everything doesn't sound the same.
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True. I can hit all the notes he does when I sing along, too. His voice is distinctive. I think they are foreign... Like Danish or some shit
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Yeah, I think Danes. He was speechifying before the concert I saw him at talking about finding his sound somewhere between Motley Crue and Johnny Cash. I like the earlier album best. Still Counting would be my fave.
His voice sounds the same live, good stuff. |
I woke up with Volbeat's cover of I Only Want To Be With You in m'head this morning...
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Rose In Paradise She was a flower for the takin', Her beauty cut just like a knife He was a banker from Macon, He swore he'd love her all his life He bought her a mansion on the mountain, With a formal garden and a lot a land But paradise became her prison, That Georgia banker was a jealous man! Every time he'd talk about her, You could see the fire in his eyes He'd say, "I would walk through Hell on Sunday, To keep my Rose in Paradise" He hired a man to tend the garden, And keep an eye on her while he was gone Some say they ran away together Some say that gardener left alone Now the banker is an old man That mansion's crumbling down He sits all day and he stares at the garden Not a trace of her was ever found Every time he'd talk about her, You could see the fire in his eyes He'd say, "I would walk through Hell on Sunday, To keep my Rose in Paradise" Now there's a rose out in the garden Its beauty cuts just like a knife They say that it even grows in the winter time And blooms in the dead of the night |
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