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Jim Steinman I remember everything!!! I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday. I was barely 17 and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar. I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stratacaster, 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 stratacaster, But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy. It required the perfect combinatin of the right power cords and the precise angle from which to strike! The guitar bled for about a week afterwards, and the blood was zous, dark and rich, like wild berries The blood of the guitar was chuck-berry red The guitar bled for about a week afterwards, 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 floor!!! I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader... Smashed it against the hood of a car... Smashed it against the 1981 Harley Davidson, The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat!!!!!!! And I ran up the stairs to my parent's 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 centre of the bed my father woke up screaming Stop!!!!! Wait a minute!!!!!! Stop it boy!!!! What do you think you're doing? That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!! And I said god damnit daddy!!! You know I love you, but you got a hell of a lot to learn about Rock & Roll!!!!! |