Wasted Youth Lyrics
I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
I was barely seventeen,
And I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar
I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome
And a voice like a horny angel
I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster
But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy
It required the perfect combination of the right power chords
And the precise angle from which to strike
The guitar bled for about a week afterward
And the blood was so dark and rich, like wild berries
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red
The guitar bled for about a week afterward,
But it rung out beautifully
And I was able to play notes
That I had never even heard before
So I took my guitar,
And I smashed it against the wall
I smashed it against the floor
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader
Smashed it against the hood of a car
Smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson
The Harley howled in pain,
The guitar howled in heat
And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door, creeping in the shadows
Right up to the foot of their bed
I raised the guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the guitar
Crashing down upon the center of the bed,
My father woke up, screaming "Stop!"
"Wait a minute! Stop it boy!
What do ya think you're doin'?
That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!"
And I said: "God Dammit Daddy!
You know I love you,
But you got a hell of a lot to learn about Rock 'n Roll"
this is the cooolest thing i've ever heard. me and my best friend used to listen to it and laugh our asses off, in the morning before school when we were in junior high.
this is just the begining.......wheres the rest of it...like the full song not just the intro
the song that follows is called Everything Louder Than Everything Else, this isn't an intro for the song, but a good warm up nonetheless...
hahahaha, i haven't heard this in ages!
And a voice like a horny angel. that line makes me giggle.
"I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday" is also the first line of Paradise By The Dashboard Lights, and "barely seventeen" is also a part of that song. These parallels show the two best attributes of youth, sex and rebellion.
Oh. Wow. When I was 13, I had just heard of Meatloaf and we [my sister, her friends, and I] would all listen to this and "sing" along to it. It's amazing. I was singing it the other day when I was showering, and my mom was listening to me, and when I got out she said, "what the hell are you listening to?!?" It was pretty hilarious. anywho...I think this song is amazing no matter what the meaning. i think he is trying to tell his dad about rock and roll, how bout that?
Haha I'm 13 and just discovered Meat Loaf recently...now I'm totally obsessed.
Haha I'm 13 and just discovered Meat Loaf recently...now I'm totally obsessed.
Sometimes, when there is too much silence in a classroom or somewhere, I will just start "singing" this too, I act it out and everything......people just stare and wonder what the hell is wrong with me...and my teachers think I'm mental lol ITS AWESOME!!!!!!
Sometimes, when there is too much silence in a classroom or somewhere, I will just start "singing" this too, I act it out and everything......people just stare and wonder what the hell is wrong with me...and my teachers think I'm mental lol ITS AWESOME!!!!!!
I sense a slight parallel to the Doors "The End." Going in to the parent's bedroom is a bit disturbing, but played to good humor by Steinman. Whenever there is a great song that I do not understand, I look for Jim Steinman's name. Consider "Making Love Out of Nothing at All" or "Total Eclipse of the Heart." In fact, at first I credited "Blinded By the Light" to him.
AWWWWESOME.
This set of lines is a euphanism for puberty and discovering masturbation
But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy It required the perfect combination of the right power chords And the precise angle from which to strike The guitar bled for about a week afterward And the blood was so dark and rich, like wild berries The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red The guitar bled for about a week afterward, But it rung out beautifully And I was able to play notes That I had never even heard before