|Skyclad is a British heavy metal band with strong folk influences in their music. They were formed by former Sabbat vocalist Martin Walkyier, and Satan / Blind Fury / Pariah guitarist Steve Ramsey in 1990 to represent the “ultimate pagan metal band”. From the start, they have incorporated a diverse range of influences from British folk music to German thrash metal which has fed their constantly evolving sound. They are widely considered the inventors of folk metal. The lineup remained stable for the recording of 2000’s Folkémon, but founding member Walkyier left the band in 2001, citing various reasons, such as financial difficulties or the bands unwillingness to tour in South America owing to security concer... more...|
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Vintage Whine (1999)
1. "Kiss My Sweet Brass"
2. "Vintage Whine"
3. "On With Their Heads!"
4. "The Silver Cloud's Dark Lining"
5. "A Well Beside The River"
6. "No Strings Attached"
7. "Bury Me"
8. "Cancer Of The Heart"
9. "Little Miss Take"
10. "Something To Cling To"
11. "By George"
You came, you saw, you conquered as a woman of your word.
so to say farewell like Judas is a thing i find absurd.
You shook my world - (you sucked me in then spat me out in bubbles),
the effects of your affections stay the cause of all my troubles.
The only thing you never did was have the decency
to kiss this corpse and nail the lid - came on and bury me!
I placed you on the pedestral - you tossed me in the gutter
it seems your lies were like those thighs - spread easier than butter
I'm first to go, so last to know how fickle is your passion
now my bones hang in your closet though my face is out of fashion
As vultures circle round my head, far as the eye can see,
I walk this world (the living dead) - high-time to bury me !
You laid me to death - now lay me to rest
a sticky sweet-nothing to get off your chest
It's all pillow-talk at the end of the day
the cat's got your tongue - with so much left to say
I'm not the knave you 've fooled - behind the mask you wore
my beguiling, smiling virgin hides the cunning of a whore
Cause your ego needs an offering - 'tis i the coffin fits
so I martyred like St.Edmund with your name upon my lips
'Oh, do it hurt ?'
Oh'boes it not! - I died with each degree
just one small detail overlooked - the need to bury me !
I 'm just the shade of something you remembered to forget
stood like Banquo by your bedside - you just haven't seen me yet
Every notch upon the headboard - each twist in your string of lovers
is a tear on your pillow - fate serves you as serves the others !
'You swore to always stay my friend - why even this can't be
Kept your back turned until the end whilst i begged ; Bury me !'
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