Floods

To me, this song is about being deeply depressed over something you've done and can't deny and just cannot hide from, and wanting everything to just be washed away, all your suffering, all your enemies, all your loved ones, everything.

This is one of my favorite songs. It has a good vibe to it when you're listening to it. I like the outro solo. It's cool.

This is one of those songs that just ends too soon for me. I really would have liked to see some sort of guitar epic here, because the overall feel of the song is just tremendous. Really emotive playing at the end.

I really didnt like the song on my first listen, but when that ending solo kicked in and you hear the subtle rain in the background OH MY GOD!!! what a moment that is i just was compelled to that ending solo. Its so beautifully played by Dimebag R.I.P. one of the best pieces of music i have heard in a looooong timme baby!! yeh i agree with arm this song represents a flood ending makind kinda like TOOLS AENEMA, the ending solo to me represents the corrupt world ending and finally we have reached peace and harmony. Whatver it is its just amazing killer tune

This song is def about judgment day....but i think at the end it is like a new day is coming and the rain almost represents purification. Dimebag is a fuckin beast

Greetings, fierce pilgrims of sonic fury! I’m here to dissect Floods—a 1996 gut-punch from Pantera’s The Great Southern Trendkill that’s less a song and more a molten reckoning. Picture this: it’s spring ’96, Pantera is at their peak—Phil Anselmo’s snarling in New Orleans, Dimebag Darrell’s shredding in Arlington, Texas, and Rex Brown and Vinnie Paul are anchoring the chaos in Dallas’s Chasin Jason Studios. Grunge is waning, nu-metal is lurking, and they forge this seven-minute beast. Let’s wade through the lyrics, anchor them in their mid-’90s mire, and see why this track still thunders through metal like a storm unleashed.

Verse 1: “A dead issue, don’t wrestle with it / Deaf ears are sleeping” Phil Anselmo growls us in, and I’m braced. “A dead issue” is a door slammed—something festering, maybe personal rot or societal decay. “Don’t wrestle with it” is a shrug of resignation, sharp as a blade. “Deaf ears are sleeping” paints apathy—humanity tuned out. It’s 1996: Anselmo is battling heroin, Pantera is fracturing, and America is post-O.J., pre-Columbine—a nation numbed. The riff kicks, heavy as guilt, and I feel it in my bones.

Feeling & Idea: Despair with a snarl. It’s a romantic’s howl at indifference—fists clenched against silence.

“A guilty bliss, so inviting (let me in) / Nailed to the cross” The mood shifts, and I’m hooked. “Guilty bliss” is sin’s siren call—addiction, escape, something Anselmo knows too well (he OD’d months later). “Let me in” pleads, raw and desperate. “Nailed to the cross” twists it biblical—self-martyrdom, not salvation. In ’96, Pantera is shedding their glam past; this is their dark zenith, recorded amid tension (Phil tracked vocals apart). It’s fierce, a confession in distortion.

Feeling & Idea: Torment meets temptation. It’s Dantean—a soul damned yet yearning.

Chorus: “Wash away my yesterdays / Nothin’ left in my wake to see” Dimebag’s arpeggios rain, and I’m swept under. “Wash away my yesterdays” is a plea for erasure—past sins, pain, all drowned. “Nothin’ left in my wake” is bleak triumph—obliteration’s clean slate. It’s ’96: Kurt’s gone, metal’s mutating, and Pantera is doubling down on heaviness. Anselmo’s voice cracks like thunder, and I’m lost in it.

Feeling & Idea: Catharsis with a void. It’s a romantic’s flood—purge the old, leave scars.

Verse 2: “The storms have passed, tranquil now / To recollect my thoughts somehow” A breather, and I’m tense. “The storms have passed” hints at calm—post-relapse, post-rage—but it’s uneasy. “Tranquil now” feels hollow; “recollect my thoughts” is introspection gone grim. In ’96, Pantera’s Southern grit clashes with Anselmo’s New Orleans haze—Trendkill is a war cry against trends. Dime’s guitar weeps here, a rare soft edge.

Feeling & Idea: Stillness with a shadow. It’s Keats’s “cold pastoral”—beauty laced with doom.

“I felt so numb, stabbed my lungs / Days stumble away” The knife twists, and I’m gutted. “Felt so numb” is heroin’s fog—Anselmo’s drowning in it. “Stabbed my lungs” is visceral—self-destruction’s breath. “Days stumble away” drags time into the muck, a junkie’s blur. It’s ’96: overdose rumors swirl, the band is a powder keg, and this is their elegy. The tempo lurches, unrelenting.

Feeling & Idea: Numbness with a wound. It’s a romantic’s descent—love turned to ash.

Bridge: “Floods will rob your memory / Floods will take your reason away” The title lands, and I’m awestruck. “Floods will rob your memory” is elemental—water as thief, erasing self. “Take your reason away” doubles it—sanity swept off. Dimebag’s solo erupts here—Rolling Stone’s #15 all-time—a torrent of notes, mournful yet savage. In ’96, floods hit Texas (the San Marcos River killed 11); it’s personal, universal, apocalyptic.

Feeling & Idea: Chaos with a cleanse. It’s Shelley’s sublime—nature’s fury remakes you.

“Wash me away / Wash me away” The plea repeats, and I’m shattered. “Wash me away” is surrender—total, final. Anselmo’s scream fades into Dime’s outro, a requiem in feedback. It’s ’96: Pantera’s peak before the fall (they’d implode by ’03, Dime was murdered in ’04). This is their soul bared, raw as rust.

Feeling & Idea: Oblivion with grace. It’s a romantic’s baptism—death as rebirth.

Outro: (Instrumental) No words, just Dime’s cascade—arpeggios like rain, then silence. It’s Trendkill’s brutal beauty distilled—a band at war with itself, the world, and time. The fade is a gravestone, and I’m reverent.

Feeling & Idea: Silence with weight. It’s a romantic’s dirge—meant to be played loud, honoring the wreckage.

Historical Context & Impact Why does it roar? In 1996, metal is shifting—grunge’s corpse cools, nu-metal’s baggy pants stomp in (Life Is Peachy drops the same year). Pantera, post-Vulgar Display, goes darker with Trendkill (May 7, #4 Billboard). Floods isn’t a single but a fan altar—Dime’s solo, Phil’s howl cement their legend. It’s no chart-topper (sales hit 500k), but its shadow looms—Meshuggah, Lamb of God, every djent riff owes it. Today, it’s metal’s Stairway—technical, emotional, eternal.

Final Takeaway So, crank Floods, stomp through the storm, and let it rip. It’s Pantera proving four Texans could out-think us—and break our hearts. This is a love song to ruin, and I am its battered disciple.

personally my favorite pantera song. its just so great

That was voted the 17th best solo of all time. One of my top five Pantera songs, also.

i love this song so much... i thought cemetery gates was their best song till i heard this... it blows ur mind..;

mad song.. great effects to it..