Sandblast Yourself
Last year I woke up to this instant message:
Dime is dead
I still well up a bit when I read those words
Just like I do when I listen to Cemetery Gates
There isnt a band I listen to more than Pantera
Growing up
Or even now
At least once a week I listen to Vulgar Display of Power from start to finish on my commute
I put it on yesterday on the subway
On my way to drill the Ballad of Jed Clampett at banjo practice
I held my iPod
Watching the empty battery meter
Praying it would make it through the outro of Hollow
I can only imagine what I must look like while Im listening to it
Mouthing every word
Singing every solo in my head
Im sure my eyes roll once or twice
A sneer must flash across my face
From Mouth for War to Hollow
Im as blown away by it now as I was when I first heard it when I was 16
Its all there
Anger
Fear
Isolation
Frustration
Religion
Love
Death
It grabs you by the throat and holds you there
In the middle of it all was Darrell
Id never heard anyone play like that before
Technically speaking, not many can touch his playing
But it goes beyond that
The power in the simplicity of the main riff in By Demons Be Driven
The build up in Hollow
The phrasing in the opening of the solo in Walk
Every guitar player has a distinctive voice
His was able to convey real emotion
It had power
There was something about it
Something that couldnt be duplicated
Something that couldnt be faked
Something that cant be replaced
If you get the chance
Put on Vulgar Display of Power tonight
If youve never heard it
Let me know
Ill bring it by
If youve never heard it
Youve never heard anything like it
Full of grief I scream at the wind
Thought I heard the words of others
Imprison myself
And stay in a shell
I won't let you in to have a story to tell
Things tend to drag me down
Don't understand so they hate me now
My fear grips the will of stone
My grip fears I'll die alone
I promised myself somewhere in the teenage life
I'd never submit to the ones I will not be like
Live in a hole
But stay close to my kind
Cause they understand what burns in my mind
I still feel incomplete
Friends are few and far between
Last year I woke up to this instant message:
Dime is dead
I still well up a bit when I read those words
Just like I do when I listen to Cemetery Gates
There isnt a band I listen to more than Pantera
Growing up
Or even now
At least once a week I listen to Vulgar Display of Power from start to finish on my commute
I put it on yesterday on the subway
On my way to drill the Ballad of Jed Clampett at banjo practice
I held my iPod
Watching the empty battery meter
Praying it would make it through the outro of Hollow
I can only imagine what I must look like while Im listening to it
Mouthing every word
Singing every solo in my head
Im sure my eyes roll once or twice
A sneer must flash across my face
From Mouth for War to Hollow
Im as blown away by it now as I was when I first heard it when I was 16
Its all there
Anger
Fear
Isolation
Frustration
Religion
Love
Death
It grabs you by the throat and holds you there
In the middle of it all was Darrell
Id never heard anyone play like that before
Technically speaking, not many can touch his playing
But it goes beyond that
The power in the simplicity of the main riff in By Demons Be Driven
The build up in Hollow
The phrasing in the opening of the solo in Walk
Every guitar player has a distinctive voice
His was able to convey real emotion
It had power
There was something about it
Something that couldnt be duplicated
Something that couldnt be faked
Something that cant be replaced
If you get the chance
Put on Vulgar Display of Power tonight
If youve never heard it
Let me know
Ill bring it by
If youve never heard it
Youve never heard anything like it
Full of grief I scream at the wind
Thought I heard the words of others
Imprison myself
And stay in a shell
I won't let you in to have a story to tell
Things tend to drag me down
Don't understand so they hate me now
My fear grips the will of stone
My grip fears I'll die alone
I promised myself somewhere in the teenage life
I'd never submit to the ones I will not be like
Live in a hole
But stay close to my kind
Cause they understand what burns in my mind
I still feel incomplete
Friends are few and far between
ymonster:
I remember when I heard about his death from NicoleLee--It was right after it happened. I was a confused... Why would anyone want to kill someone over music? People will be asking that question a lot today, I think.
