Hey little thing, let me light your candle ‘cause mama, I’m sure hard to handle now, gets around.

Hey little thing, let me light your candle ‘cause mama, I’m sure hard to handle now, gets around.
And the man in the back said, “everyone attack!” And it turned into a ballroom blitz.
Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light to chase a feather in the wind, within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight there moves a thread that has no end.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.
Rock, rock, ’til you drop. Rock, rock, never stop.
Too much walking, shoes worn thin. Too much trippin’ and my soul’s worn thin.
Hush, hush, I thought I heard her calling my name now.
He’s a pinball wizard, there has got to be a twist – a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day.
I will never be satisfied until it ends in tears.
I am a passenger, and I ride and I ride.
Gonna get drunk, don’t you have no fear – I want one bourbon, one scotch, one beer.
Feeling down and dirty, feeling kinda mean, I’ve been from one to another extreme.
Made up my mind to make a new start, going to California with an aching in my heart.
Volcano girls, we really can’t be beat – warm us up and watch us blow.
You know with love comes strange currencies, and here is my appeal.
Let us close our eyes – outside their lives go on much faster. Oh, we wont give in, we’ll keep living in the past.
All about that personality crisis, you got it while it was hot. But now frustration and heartache is what you got.
These eyes cry every night for you.
You want it all, but you can’t have it.
Take a second, open your mind, take a step back, and stop this madness.
Love in an elevator – livin’ it up while I’m going down.
Keep on rockin’ in the free world.
Capturing beauty of something as precious as life.
The middle of the road is trying to find me. I’m standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me.
Ah, can’t you see me standing here? I got my back against the record machine. I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen, ah can’t you see what I mean?
I’m in the mood, the rhythm is right. Move to the music, we can roll all night.
You talk about things that nobody cares, wearing out things that nobody wears. You’re calling my name but I gotta make clear, I can’t say baby where I’ll be in a year.
And would you cry if I told you that I lied? And would you say goodbye, would you let it ride?
Said woman take it slow, and it’ll work itself out fine. All we need is just a little patience.
I feel so alone – gonna end up a big ol’ pile of them bones.
Skydive naked from an aeroplane, or a lady with a body from outer space.
Sell your soul and sign an autograph – big bang baby, it’s a crash, crash, crash.
This love that I tell now feels lonely as hell from this padded prison cell.
If I die tomorrow, what did I do today? You want fresh air? You won’t find it this way.
Someday love will find you, true love won’t desert you. You know that I still love you, though we touched and went our separate ways.
When you hear the music, you make a dip into someone else’s pocket and then make a slip.
Like a desert sun that burns my skin, I’ve been waiting for her for so long.
I’ve been waiting so long to be where I’m going, in the sunshine of your love.
No safety net: you get what you get, what you settle for.
Down the streets I’m the girl next door. I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for.
Livin’, lovin’ on the run, so far away from you.
I lost myself in a familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slipped away.
To be the best we got to pass the test we gotta make it all the way to the top of the mountain.
Yeah, when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog.
Take a bow for the new revolution.
Bang a gong. Get it on.
Don’t wait for 18 and life to check this one out.
Alt rock with an ironic edge that still nonetheless rocks.
There are some powerful powerful, favorite favorite, classic classics going on here.
Without pretension, this album deserves best 1,000 albums ever project retention.
Amazing soundtrack from an amazing movie… almost too amazing? Nah.
Heavy metal is bestowed upon We Mere Mortals. And it is good.
This one trucks (vans?), hammers, and stomps.
The pinnacle of Pearl Jam’s output. At least so far.
It rocks out while having run rocking out while letting YOU know that they’re… oh, just keep on reading for more.
A work of psychedelicized funk/soul/rock bizarro-genius that you may choose to hit and/or quit.
An album to dig one last time under the Tahitian moon.
Wildly and gloriously weird punk-y art-meets-garage rock. Just dig it.
You want it, you need it, you got it… you got it!
Lots of AiC in slower-paced grunge mode? Yes please.
Great hard rock with just the right touch of prog rock-y flair.
They keep it low, they keep it hot, they keep heads covered.
Just because it’s the end, there’s still plenty of reasons to get the led out.
The supergroup comprised of Rage Against the Machine (minus Zach de la Rocha) and Soundgarden’s Chris Cornell finds their cohesive sound.
Well-crafted hair metal. You might say it’ll rock you like… a powerful force of nature.
Curl up your smile and take your time, take your chances.
Not including it would be akin to, say… breaking the law, for example?
Spooky cool carnivalesque organ against Misfits-ish dirty, fast-paced hardcore punk? Uh, yes please.
Rock ‘n roll meets proto-punk meets David Bowie-inspired early ‘70s glam rock. And chocolate and peanut butter (somehow?).
A delicious hamburger of fun early ‘80s rock ‘n roll.
An undeniable hurricane of thrashy, trashy, dirty, funky metal that gets under your skin like very few albums can.
Do I need to finally say it? Do I need to count it down?
It gets under your skin, holding a dark, rocking, and compelling power.
A great big blast of proto-punk angst and passion and loud crashing guitars.
A lesser work of one of great hard rock bands still easily makes this here list.
This is a (small!) collection of songs that demanded to make this list by a fun, brash, and talented band at their early best.
It’s delicate (grunge?), but it all clicks.
The definition of heavy metal.
Mia Zapata’s vocals matched with urgent, raucous, punky Seattle grunge energy.
Tight-as-a-drum, chugging, thunderous, and gloriously aggressive metal.
Steppenwolf is a blend of late ‘60s psychedelia and hard rock which, melded together, gets you the term Acid Rock.