Heavy Metal In Islam

Check out the domeepentry Heavy Metal In Baghdad, great story of the only metal band in Baghdad.

I would pay big bucks to see a metal band kick the meep out of the morality police patrolling iraq.

Personally, I hate Metal

Beachgoat! You meeping infidel.

I like King Crimson & Hendrix...does that count? The later stuff is kinda 'children's music' to me, leaves me impatient & bored.

but dude, tool

I heard that they toured with Crimson, and even with Porcupine Tree. But, eh....back up bands & openers....

Wifely likes them OK, but that's what I get for marrying a younger woman. She likes Styx & Nazarath.

Kids...go figure.

Rosie reminded me of my fondness for 'that meeping Nazi bullmeep', Rammstein. I had forgotten that even foreign language (read as 'Goat's Native Tongue') could be construed as 'Metal'.

I last blasted this after Alex died, thought it was somehow appropriate with it's lyrics about how we are but ripples on the water that are swept away by each wave the 'Old Man' casts across the sea.

Lyrics:

Er wartet auf den Mittagswind die Welle kommt und legt sich matt mit einem Fcher jeden Tag der Alte macht das Wasser glatt

Ich werf den Stein zu meinem Spa das Wasser sich im Kreis bewegt der Alte sieht mich traurig an und hat es wieder glatt gefegt

Im weien Sand der alte Mann zitternd seine Pfeife raucht nur das Wasser und ich wissen wozu er diesen Fcher braucht

Die Ahnung schlft wie ein Vulkan zgernd hab ich dann gefragt den Kopf geneigt es schien er schlft hat er bevor er starb gesagt

Das Wasser soll dein Spiegel sein erst wenn es glatt ist, wirst du sehen wieviel Mrchen dir noch bleibt und um Erlsung wirst du flehen

Den Fcher an den Leib gepresst im Todeskrampf erstarrt die Hand die Finger mussten sie ihm brechen der Fcher bleibt zurueck im Sand

Den Alten ruf ich jeden Tag er mchte mich doch hier erlsen ich bleib zurck im Mittagswind und mit dem Fcher kann ich lesen

Das Wasser soll dein Spiegel sein erst wenn es glatt ist, wirst du sehen wieviel Mrchen dir noch bleibt und um Erlsung wirst du flehen

Translation (As far as I can remember my German)

He's waiting for the midday wind And waves roll in so dull and slack And with a hand fan every day The old man smooths the water back

I cast a stone in just for fun The ripples out in circles ran So, sad, the old man looked at me And swept the water flat again

In white sand the old man sat Trembling as he smoked his pipe Just the water and I know what-for he used the fan to do

The old one slumbered volcano like Reluctantly I asked him why His head hung low as if he slept And then he said before he died

'The water will be your only mirror Only when it's smooth you'll see How much journey you have left Then for deliverance you will plead'

The fan was pressed to his breast Just as death's grip seized his hand I had to pry his fingers loose The fan remained there on the sand

I call the old man every day Wishing he'd but deliver me I stay here with the midday wind And with the fan I can read [the way]

The water will be your only mirror Only when it's smooth you'll see How much journey you have left Then for deliverance you will plead