Apparently, Philip Anselmo is a raging penis.
I got home from work last night, and turned on the TV to relax a little while (in reality I was going to put on a little porn, and the rest as you know would be history), and my TV was on like VH1 or MTV or something (I don't know why it was off the history channel today) and they were giving the Behind the Music for Pantera.
Ok, 18 and barely legal vol 765, you're going to have to wait. It dawned on me that I'm now old enough to have bands I grew up with on "behind the music" they've already been on the classic rock stations for years, but this was now insult to injury, but I was curious so I watched anwyway.
I found out a few things, first being that Philip Anselmo, the lead singer had a problem with deteriorating discs in his spine, which is why he took heroine, because it numbed the pain. I also found out it would make him tret his fans like a jack ass and his band like a raging penis.
Anyway, after a few years of addiction, and being a jack ass he tells the band he needs to take a year off and take it easy on his back. A month later he puts out a CD by a side project of his (DOWN) and tours, he does this a few times with a few side bands for a few years and never returns Panteras phone calls. Blood got bad between them, and he gives an interview where he says they should be beaten. Shortly after Dimebag Darrel is murdered, and Phill is forbidden from going to the funeral.
It's sad. so Sad. But in honor of "Dimebag" Darrel Lance Abbot:
The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes
It's nothing new for him to see
I didn't ask him why
I will remember
The love our souls had
Sworn to make
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see
Now is your (face)
Well I guess
You took my youth
I gave it all away
Like the birth of a
New-found joy
This love would end in rage
And when she died
I couldn't cry
The pride within my soul
You left me incomplete
Memories now unfold.
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the
Cemetery gates
Sometimes when I'm alone
I wonder aloud
If you're watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can't live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last
Through all those
Complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own
And when she died
I should've cried and spared myself some pain...
Left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain
The way we were
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetery gates
-Pantera
Cowboys From Hell (1990)
Cemetery Gates
Ok, 18 and barely legal vol 765, you're going to have to wait. It dawned on me that I'm now old enough to have bands I grew up with on "behind the music" they've already been on the classic rock stations for years, but this was now insult to injury, but I was curious so I watched anwyway.
I found out a few things, first being that Philip Anselmo, the lead singer had a problem with deteriorating discs in his spine, which is why he took heroine, because it numbed the pain. I also found out it would make him tret his fans like a jack ass and his band like a raging penis.
Anyway, after a few years of addiction, and being a jack ass he tells the band he needs to take a year off and take it easy on his back. A month later he puts out a CD by a side project of his (DOWN) and tours, he does this a few times with a few side bands for a few years and never returns Panteras phone calls. Blood got bad between them, and he gives an interview where he says they should be beaten. Shortly after Dimebag Darrel is murdered, and Phill is forbidden from going to the funeral.
It's sad. so Sad. But in honor of "Dimebag" Darrel Lance Abbot:
The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes
It's nothing new for him to see
I didn't ask him why
I will remember
The love our souls had
Sworn to make
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see
Now is your (face)
Well I guess
You took my youth
I gave it all away
Like the birth of a
New-found joy
This love would end in rage
And when she died
I couldn't cry
The pride within my soul
You left me incomplete
Memories now unfold.
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the
Cemetery gates
Sometimes when I'm alone
I wonder aloud
If you're watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can't live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last
Through all those
Complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own
And when she died
I should've cried and spared myself some pain...
Left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain
The way we were
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetery gates
-Pantera
Cowboys From Hell (1990)
Cemetery Gates