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Venom were the first thrash band i heard on record-it really pushed me to the best!
Oh aye ... my Father would thrash me every now and then. He'd talk while he did it too! He'd hit me and shout, 'Have ye had enough?' Had enough? Whit kind of question is that? 'Why, Father, would another kick in the balls be out of the question???'
We must meet violence with violence.
Violence: these days, it is all the rage
Shove that filthy spike
I am not made of steel. Rage. I...am made... of RAGE!!!!
I smash guitars because I like them.
Eat you inside out like stress ... You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name / I take it out your ass and charge it to the game
There's just one move a man needs to know in order to rock it on the dance floor."
"Yeah? What's the move?"
"STAG"
"What's stag?"
"The only one of Logan's crazy acronyms I live my life by-STAG. Stand there and grind.
It's music rage, which is like road rage, only more righteous. When you get road rage, a tiny part of you knows you're being a jerk, but when you get music rage, you're carrying out the will of God, and God wants these people dead
We're gonna keep on doin' what we're doin', and we're gonna get it by all means. That's just what "ruthless" means to me. Everybody's got their own definition, but I'm ruthless with this music.
A vile beastly rottenheaded foolbegotten brazenthroated pernicous piggish screaming, tearing, roaring, perplexing, splitmecrackle crashmecriggle insane ass of a woman is practising howling below-stairs with a brute of a singingmaster so horribly, that my head is nearly off.
On the rock bound coast of New Brunswick the waves break incessantly. Every now and then comes a particularly dangerous wave that breaks viciously into the rock. It is called 'The Rage.' That's me.
Going to the darkest place you can to make yourself really upset and adding that with the physicality and running around, you can work yourself into hysteria that way.
Riot is the language of the unheard.
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head
Rage against the world, if you like, but quietly, or the Guardians will awake.
Scream in despair over Meat and Metal Microphone
Smack me if we ever get that awful."
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"We strong>sstrong>hall work out a strong>sstrong>macking code.
Roar to your own beat!
Back to basics Rock & Roll capturing the beauty and simplicity of punk
I JUST GOT THE CRAP BEAT OUTTA ME!!!
My place, your place, slapped face, rat race.
Hey, Mr. Rager. Mr. Rager, tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed.
Headbangers beware: the "violent and rhythmic" movement employed by heavy metal fans to express their musical appreciation could cause potentially fatal bleeding in the brain, doctors have warned.
Clap bombs, fuck moms, wheel, snipe, and fuckin' celly boys, fuck.
This is the time to be super aggressive
Violence is the repartee of the illiterate
Give me anger.
Flash.
Give me vengeance.
Flash.
Give me total and complete justified retribution.
Flash.
I love smashing stuff.
This aggression will not stand
Whether *****s's feel me or not regardless style heartless foul
Spit in front of the hardest crowds
If They start booing I'm sticking fans Artest style
Stirred with passion, laced with fun, spiked with laughter & served with a smile. On the road. No sugar, no milk. Horn OK Please. Buy my books or may the wrath of a thousand locusts infest your underpants *Smack!!*
When she'd finally cranked up her favorite Godsmack CD in an effort to tune him out, he'd let out a roar that had rattled the windows in her car: By all that's holy, woman, what is that hideous noise? Cease and desist! A battlefield at full charge could be no more cacophonous!
Violence is the language of the inarticulate.
If you had one word to describe the root of all this rage, it's humiliation.
Run in circles, scream and shout,
a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
It is fun to smash guitars.
You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee. It's a rule somewhere.
I'm a grinder. I'll beat you because I will not sleep.
Stroke the fire, prod the tiger. Hate me. Hate me like you did that night. Let's start at the beginning, and end it right here, annihilate everything.
Annihilate me.
Our age has need of violence, he writes. And he is violence.
What the hammer? What the Chains?
In what furnace was thy brain?
Where the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
Break, beat up everything, beat and destroy! Everything that's being broken is rubbish and has no right to life! What survives is good
The exposition of Atrocious Torture Instruments could not fail to appeal to a connoisseur of the worst in mankind. But the essence of the worst, the true asafoetida of the human spirit, is not found in the Iron Maiden or the whetted edge; Elemental Ugliness is found in the faces of the crowd.
The Rolling Stones are violence. Their music penetrates the raw nerve endings of their listeners and finds its way into the groove marked 'release of frustration.'
Bedlam: an institution with a history so fearsome it gave its name to a synonym for chaos and pandemonium.
Women tear each other apart.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, big huge bitch.
Takin' out my freak tonight
glared an upset glare
Let's rock this shit.
Some of ya'll SAY you be grinding but ... you don't really know how to GRIND!!
I will punish the hammer and turn him into a mallet.
Something that sounded like ripping metal shredded the deadly quiet. The inaudible bass smoothed into a low, steady hum. Outside, a low, mechanical growl rumbled closer and closer. Darius caught his breath. He knew that sound, and it wasn't magic.
It was a motorcycle.
an incantation of hatred.
Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little body up with my belt. Scream, help play my game, dracula man, I'll get my fangs.
I love being grungy and dirty.
Don't ever aggress on that motherfucker....
What shitty band are you in?
Hey, man, I'm old school. Don't make me bust out the Easy-E and the N.W.A I will got straight up gangsta on your ass. No one is more hardcore than a rich, suburban white girl.
The street's alive as secret debts are paid, Contacts made, they vanished unseen. Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades Hustling for the record machine. The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands That face off against each other out in the street, down in Jungleland.
boundbydad: thrust your fierce quavering manpole at me, stud
grayscale: your dastardly appendage engorges me with hellfire
boundbydad: my search party is creeping into your no man's land
grayscale: baste me like a thanksgiving turkey!!!
De young an old are doing it I have a rappin mudder
Everybody has dere rap so let's rap to each other
No matter what yu style or de hat dat yu are wearing
Yu can even get away wida little swearing,
Fuck.
Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!
Knocking the shrieking goblins aside like skittles
The choking, sweltering, deadly, and killing rule of no rule; the consecration of cupidity and braying of folly, and dim stupidity and baseness, in most of the affairs of men. Slopshirts attainable three-halfpence cheaper by the ruin of living bodies and immortal souls.
The martial music of every sideburned delinquent on the face of the earth.
Everyone has days where they don't get their way, where you have to go to bed early or you have too much homework to do or you can't eat the candy that you want or you miss your favorite TV show and, in those moments, you just want to tear the whole world down.
You can't rage against the machine; rage is part of the machine.
The madness all over
I'm going to bash your brains in. Bash them right to fuck in. He struggled up another riser. Panic
The stick we're beaten with is hell, hell, hell!
Stop thumping me, you fuck!
I want you to hit the pedal heavy metal, show me you care.
There is something above this rage, aggression.
There is chaos. There's bloodshed. There's carnage.
You're the perfect mayhem to my malice.
Nothing in the world is as fearsome as a bloody, battered opponent who will never surrender.
Let the RAGE consume you, and you will find out, that pain is all you will get at the end of that journey
Hooliganism incarnate, a walking, talking, screaming, squawking metaphor for What's Wrong With Young People Today.
Haste, the great enemy.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
Exterminate all the brutes!
I used to do this big rant at the end of some gigs with Ben Folds Five. The band broke into this big heavy metal thing and I started as a joke to scream in a heavy metal falsetto. I found myself saying things like: Feel my pain, I am white, feel my pain.
To make a movie about mayhem, sometimes you have to go to mayhem.
bullies the light out of the room.
Jury verdicts, basketball games, and even music are enough to set off black rage, it seems,
howling alternately
This is what you do to me, Layla. Every second I'm with within a hundred yards of you, I'm rockhard.
Rage is exciting, but leaves me confused and exhausted.
I'm mean and turf and I'm mean and turf and I'm mean and turf and I'm mean and turf, And me an' my friends can walk towards you with our hats on backwards in a menacing way, Yo!
Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict.
I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
The word is a violent pleasure.
Cut the crap, no-bullshit rock'n'roll, no arguments allowed, mate.
Violence has given anger a bad name.
An axe struck him in the head. Pain screamed through him as shards of bone from his own skull drove into his brain.
"Bastard" he snarled as he wheeled around to his attacker, a burly Ramreel with a black snout and glowing red eyes. "You fucked up my Mohawk.
He who angers you conquers you.