Archive for the ‘Robert Redford’ Category

Bat out of hell, bite me world!

January 29, 2007

Hi Brit,

I was in a bit of a nostalgic mood this afternoon, so I put “Bat Out of Hell” on and cranked it up.  Man, what perfect timing!  Global Warming, extremest Muslim terrorists, liberals, Jane Fonda, Britney’s beaver, Big Brother racism, Hillary Clinton, the United Nations, President Bush, AlGore, Iraq, Iran, nuclear bombs, blood in the streets, and the end of the world; screw it all!  So, take a few minutes, put the CD on, crank it up and sing along!

Bat Out Of Hell lyrics

The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling

Way down in the valley tonight
There’s a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye
And a blade shining oh so bright
There’s evil in the air and there’s thunder in the sky
And a killer’s on the bloodshot streets
And down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising
Oh I swear I saw a young boy
Down in the gutter
He was starting to foam in the heat
Oh Baby you’re the only thing in this whole world
that’s pure and good and right
And wherever you are and wherever you go
There’s always gonna be some light
But i gotta get out
I gotta break it out now
Before the final crack of dawn
So we gotta make the most of our one night together
When it’s over you know
We’ll both be so alone
Like a bat out of hell
I’ll be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell I’ll be gone gone gone
Like a bat out of hell I’ll be gone when the morning comes
But when the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlight’s shining through

Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven

I’ll come crawling on back to you
I’m gonna hit the highway like a battering ram

On a silver black phantom bike

When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry

And we’re all about to see the light

Nothing ever grows in this rotten old hole

Everything is stunted and lost

And nothing really rocks

And nothing really rolls

And nothing’s ever worth the cost

And I know that I’m damned if I never get out

And maybe I’m damned if I do

But with every other beat I got left in my heart

You know I’d rather be damned with you

If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned

Dancing through the night with you

If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned

Gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned

If Gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned

Dancing through the night

Dancing through the night

Dancing through the night with you
Oh Baby you’re the only thing in this whole world

     that’s pure and good and right

And wherever you are and wherever you go

There’s always gonna be some light

But I gotta get out

I gotta break it out now

Before the final crack of dawn

So we gotta make the most of our one night together

When it’s over you know

We’ll both be so alone

Like a bat out of hell

I’ll be gone when the morning comes

When the night is over

Like a bat out of hell I’ll be gone gone gone

Like a bat out of hell I’ll be gone when the morning comes

But when the day is done

And the sun goes down

And the moonlight’s shining through

Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven

I’ll come crawling on back to you

Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven

I’ll come crawling on back to you

I can see myself tearing up the road

Faster than any other boy has ever gone

And my skin is raw but my soul is ripe

And no one’s gonna stop me now

I gotta make my escape

But I can’t stop thinking of you

And I never see the sudden curve until it’s way too late

I never see the sudden curve till it’s way too late

Then I’m dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun

Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike

And I think somebody somewhere is tolling a bell

And the last thing I see is my heart

Still beating

Breaking out of my body

And flying away

Like a bat out of hell

Then I’m dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun

Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike

And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell

And the last thing I see is my heart

Still beating

Still beating

Breaking out of my body and flying away

Like a bat out of hell

Thanks Jim; thanks Meat!  Still love it; still a fan.

the Grit

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Mr. Redford owes us an apology!

January 23, 2007

Hi Brit,

I;m sure you recall Robert Redford’s political rant at the opening of his Sundance Film Festival, where he demanded an apology from President Bush.  Well, after reading this, Sundance premieres ‘Hounddog’, I think RR owes an apology to everyone in the world for allowing child porn to be accepted as a serious movie.  This masterpiece that the liberals are defending features the rape of a 12 year old girl, using a 12 year old actress to film the scene.  Obviously every adult connected to the film in any way should offer profound and repeated promises while serving their jail terms for child abuse and making child pornography.  Of course, being the rich elitist liberals that they are, they don’t expect the laws to apply to them, just us peasants.  Unfortunately, they’re probably correct and this serious crime won’t even be investigated.  Typical.

the Grit

Kiss my ass Robert Redford!

January 19, 2007

Hi Brit,

It never ceases to both amaze and anger me at how the liberal elite consider themselves to be our betters.  In this case it’s a fine actor who has allowed his celebrity to go to his head that is making an ass out of himself by thinking being famous makes him smart, Redford demands apology over Iraq

Robert, considering that your fame and fortune rest on your pretty face (it was once) and your ability to say what others have written in a believable way, you should be happy sitting in the corner dreaming of days past when most people knew who you are.  At the same time, you should also remember that the people who cared what you thought were few and far between, and, over the decades as your talent and beauty faded, their numbers have dwindled.  While I have enjoyed your work in the past, for which I thank you, you have been well rewarded and seem to enjoy a life style far better than that of the average person.  I would point out, however, that your continued luxurious wealth only puts the lie to your supposed liberal ideas, as a true liberal would long ago have given all his money to the poor that he claims to care so greatly for.  Console yourself that you are not alone in this hypocrisy; there are hundreds of your fat cat brothers and sisters paying lip service to socialist values, while living the good life and avoiding paying every tax their accountants can sneak around.  Personally, I don’t understand how any of you can stand to look in a mirror.

So, getting back to the report of your political rant, since I know you can read, else you wouldn’t have been able to memorize the lines which made you rich, I would suggest that, rather than speaking of things you obviously know so little about, you spend your twilight hours reading history.  Between chapters, you can pause, briefly, to kiss my ass.

the Grit