Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, sounds caress my ear.
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, sounds caress my ear.
Break on through to the other side.
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.
Said it once before but it bears repeating now.
Many times I’ve lied, many times I’ve listened. Many times I’ve gazed along the open road.
I’m gonna give you my love, I’m gonna give you my love.
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light? Or just another lost angel, city of night.
I’m gonna fight ’em off – a seven nation army couldn’t hold me back.
Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun, nothing left to do but run, run, run.
There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
Nothing to lose – I got nothing to lose.
And I’m thinkin’ about my doorbell, when you gonna ring it, and when you gonna ring it?
Purple haze all in my brain.
I guess you have to have a problem, if you want to invent a contraption. First you cause a train wreck, then they put me in traction.
Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?
Shakin’ all over, quivers down my backbone.
Let it roll, all night long.
The soft parade has now begun – listen to the engines hum.
You’re just like crosstown traffic – so hard to get through to you.
Been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true.
Hello operator, can you give me number nine?
Until her eyes crossed over, until her mind crossed over, until her soul fell next to me.
You can’t always get what you want.
If a six turned out to be nine, I don’t mind, I don’t mind.
Just turn that dial, make your music worthwhile.
This is my generation.
Gonna get drunk, don’t you have no fear – I want one bourbon, one scotch, one beer.
Let us close our eyes – outside their lives go on much faster. Oh, we wont give in, we’ll keep living in the past.
Seven thirty seven coming out of the sky – won’t you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride. I want to move, playing in a traveling band.
I’m just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.
Left a good job in the city, working for the man every night and day, and I never lost one minute of sleeping, worrying ‘bout the way things might have been.
The music was new, black polished chrome, and came over the summer like liquid night.
I ain’t never been in trouble, I ain’t got the time. I don’t mess around with magic, child, what I got is mine.
Well, you know I look like a woman, but I cut like a buffalo.
Johnny’s in the basement, mixin’ up the medicine. I’m on the pavement, thinkin’ about the government.
I’ve been waiting so long to be where I’m going, in the sunshine of your love.
Yeah, smokestack lightning. Don’t you hear me calling?
How does it feel? To be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.
Yeah, when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog.
There are some powerful powerful, favorite favorite, classic classics going on here.
This one trucks (vans?), hammers, and stomps.
Even upon a midnight eerie, you’re not gonna want to give this album a run-around.
“Ray, Robbie, and John did Doors stuff post-Jim?” Yep, and this one’s really good!
Ooh, it’s my love. Ooh, it’s my own true love.
Wherein I find my appetite for this slice of space blues.
Whether this is country or rock or blues or whatever, it’ll make you say, “Hell yeah.”
A delicious hamburger of fun early ‘80s rock ‘n roll.
This zig zag wander ain’t for everyone, but for me it’s sure ‘nuff ‘n’ yes, I do!
Steppenwolf is a blend of late ‘60s psychedelia and hard rock which, melded together, gets you the term Acid Rock.