sitting in stadium chairs
anxious for the star to arrive
ten foot tall speakers
a hint to the faithful of what’s to begin
finally the lights go out
the band’s on stage
and they start to play
metallic thunder’s on the way
Joan Armatrading
crazy hair
crooning like a banshee
with a power to be shared
she says, "baby come abuse me,
won't you call me names"
the guitarist is a smiling
cause he knows her game
banging his strings rhythmically
into a tidal wall of sound
metallic thunder’s here again
standing with hands above heads
clapping and we’re singing
as the thunder hits our faces
while some may see devils in the music
evil in our songs
we already know the difference
between what's right and wrong
it's only the sound we're looking for
the volume in our ears
cause all our problems are forgotten
with metallic thunder
The sound drowns out all else. Very hard on the eardrums as well! Quite the imagery, your writing flows with the music (fortunately there is no volume). ;)
The sound drowns out all else. Very hard on the eardrums as well! Quite the imagery, your writing flows with the music (fortunately there is no volume). ;)
the rush before a concert is vividly captured here. Though not a metallic music fan, I can compare it to waiting to hear and watching the opening set of my favourites. well done.
a hint to the faithful of what’s to begin....what an awesome line to induce the visual of stadium rock. the thunder in our faces.... great reference to devil music, bringing to mind the events that spawned "parental advisory" labels. you make a nice time capsule of that era. i heard eighty thousand hooting fans in my head, holding their lighters while singing every line.
