Lyrical Friday

Welcome to Lyrical Friday! Music is so important in all of our creative journeys as well as in our own personal soundtrack of life.  So many songs have influenced me and I want to use this day to put up a video and lyrics of songs from all genre’s that I find to have some sort of beauty or impact, or that I just think are awesome.

Megadeth is classic.  I have been a fan since 92 and still Countdown to Extinction holds supreme with me.  They have so many fantastic hits over the years and even have a new album just released entitled Thirteen.

I picked Sweating Bullets because really this video is hilariously awesome. Dave makes the best faces, and reminds me of my high school days every time I watch.

Sweating Bullets from the 1992 Megadeth album Countdown to Extinction

Sweating Bullets

Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession

Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it’s still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to reader’s digest

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety’s attacking me and
My air is getting thin

I’m in trouble for the things
I haven’t got to yet
I’m chomping at the bit and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets

Hello me, it’s me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level

Yeah, just keep on thinking it’s my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations

Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don’t know where I’ve been

I’m in trouble for the things
I haven’t got to yet
I’m sharpening the ax and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets

Well, me, it’s nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile it’s black tooth grin

If the war inside my head
Won’t take a day off I’ll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety’s attacking me
And my air is getting thin

Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and
I don’t know where I’ve been

Once you committed me
Now you’ve acquitted me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity

I’m chomping at the bit
I’m sharpening the ax
Oh, were I come again, whoa
Sweating bullets

 

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