"Trashed" as written by Anthony Iommi, Terence Butler, William T. Ward and Ian Gillan....
It really was a meeting
The bottle took a beating
The ladies of the manor
Watched me climb into my car and
I was going down the track about a hundred and five
They had the stop-watch rolling
I had the headlights blazing I was really alive
And yet my mind was blowing
I drank a bottle of tequila and I feel real good
I had the tape deck roaring
But on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn
I went of exploring
I knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make it
I was turning tires burning
The ground was in my sky
I was laughing the bitch was trashed
And death was in my eye

I had started pretty good and I was feeling my way
I had the wheels in motion
There was Peter and the Green fly laughing like drains
Inebriation
The crowd was roaring I was at Brands Hatch
In my imagination
But at the canal turn I hit an only patch
Inebriation

Ooh Mr. Miracle you saved me from some pain
I thank you Mr. Miracle I won't get trashed again
Ooh can you hear my lies
Don't you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes

So we went back to the bar and hit the bottle again
But there was no tequila
Then we started on the whiskey just to steady our brains
'Cause there was no tequila
And as we drank a little faster at the top of our hill
We began to roll
And as we get trashed we were laughing still
Well bless my soul


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"Trashed" as written by Ian Gillan Anthony Iommi

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    General CommentIan Gillan's style didn't sit well with Black Sabbath, his slightly humourous lyrics not really matching the gloomy style of Black Sabbath, resulting in the "Born Again" album, seen as the band's creative nadir (Along with 1995's Terrible "Forbidden"). However this is an exceptional song, about drinking, driving and seeing the funny side of getting yourself and your vehicle trashed.
    Dreamer Deceiveron December 09, 2004   Link
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    General Commentnever heard, but i want to, this song is on the PMRC's filthy fifteeen
    gofuckyourselfon February 11, 2005   Link
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    General CommentIan Gillan's own words...
    "I was drunk. Returning from the local pub in my small inflatable dinghy by way of the canal I decided to do some laps in my Ford on the small Go-Kart racetrack which Richard Branson had kindly installed at 'The Manor' (a residential studio he owns near Oxford in England). I did have a small mishap though. Clipping a pile of tyres on a previous lap, I ran over one of them on the next and was instantly flipped, skidding and spinning upside down along the road until I stopped inches short of a swimming pool. I would surely have drowned because it took me an age to release myself from the inertia seatbelt from which I was suspended. Ever safety conscious, I was lucky enough to be wearing a crash helmet. This I'd brought along with my motorbike (Ossa 250) as I was building a ramp near my tent in the grounds with the idea of jumping the lake the next morning. That never happened as I was feeling a bit rough, but I did go into the studio and write this song over a backing track written the day before by Tony, Geezer and Bill. "
    p2000on February 29, 2012   Link
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    General CommentMore words from Ian....
    "I was drunk, mullahed, way too happy. Returning from the local pub in my small inflatable dinghy by way of the canal and feeling adventurous I decided to do some laps in my Ford - well to be honest I really did think it was my car. Our enterprising Tour Manager, Paul Clarke, had bought a few at auction for us to use during the session. It was a lot cheaper than renting and the plan was to sell them on again when we had finished.

    Now where was I? Ah yes, on the small racetrack that Richard Branson had kindly installed at 'The Manor' (a residential studio he owns near Oxford in England). The assembled company - the 'Ladies of the Manor', Peter Resty (Tony Iommi's guitar tech) and Ian 'Greenfly' the Buddhist gardener - were in attendance as spectators, timekeepers and drivers; once I had finished my stint they were each going to attempt to improve upon my time.

    I did have a small mishap though; having clipped a pile of tyres on a previous lap, I ran over one of them on the next and was instantly flipped, skidding and spinning upside down at a high speed and for a great distance along the road, until I stopped eventually, inches short of the swimming pool.

    Had I travelled further I would surely have drowned, because it took me an age to release myself from the inertia seatbelt from which I was suspended. Being ever safety conscious though, I was lucky enough to be wearing a crash helmet. This I'd brought along with my motorbike (Ossa 250) as I was building a ramp near my tent in the grounds with the idea of jumping the lake the next morning. That never happened as I was feeling a bit rough, but I did go into the studio and write this song over a backing track written the day before by Tony, Geezer and Bill.

    Anyway it turned out I was mistaken in my assumption that the car was mine, it wasn't. Apparently it belonged to Bill Ward, which explains (sort of) the disappearance of my boat the following day. I thought it had been stolen and reported the 'theft' to the police, who told me they hadn't the slightest interest in tracing it but would I, '…please sign an autograph or two?' I think they suspected that I might have been involved in one or two other 'incidents' that had disturbed the peace of late.

    It was many moons later I discovered that - as some perverse form of punishment - my boat had been more trashed than I was, by - well I won't say who, but it was slightly over the top chaps. Never mind, forgive and forget I say. However there was absolutely no excuse for Geezer's ridiculous gesture the next day when he had himself photographed for a newspaper, posing in front of the wreckage of Bill's car - sorry again Bill - pretending that he was the perp. I grew out of that sort of childish behaviour when I was thirty-five years old."
    p2000on February 29, 2012   Link

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