There are basically two categories of music: Metal and bullshit.
These are things that only dogs and women understand because we tap into the pain directly, we connect to pain directly from its source, and so it is at once brilliant and brutal and clear, like white-hot metal spraying out of a fire hose, we can appreciate the aesthetic while taking the worst of it straight in the face. Men, on the other hand, are all filters and deflectors and timed release.
I wasn't interested in car parts per se, I was interested in either the color or the shape or the amount. . . Just the sheet metal. It already had a coat of paint on it. And some of it was formed. . . . I believe that common materials are the best materials.
I really don't. I have truly eclectic taste in music and I seem to cycle through phases in terms of to what's inspiring me. I'll go from Beethoven to Sigur Ros; World Music, Brit-pop, Classic Rock, BluesJazz, even the odd bit of Heavy metal.
If you beat metal long enough, it turns to steel.
For years I wouldn't listen to black metal from anywhere but Norway.
The criminal justice system is accurately symbolized by a large sculpture that sits at the foot of the United States attorney's building: four metal circles that interlock. The wheels of justice, as it were, frozen in legal and social gridlock.
Even a wild horse can be tamed; even metal that is difficult to work eventually goes into a mold. If you take it easy and do not stir yourself, you will never make any progress. It has been said, "It is no disgrace to have many afflictions: I would worry if there never were any afflictions. "
The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed cleanthrough her body as if she were made of water. HISSS!
Punk rock really influenced me, the basic metal bands, Zeppelin, Stones and Floyd, and Southern rock bands. I think I was pretty well-rounded.
Everything I do is metal. When I clean my house, it's metal.
No matter your wreckage. There will be someone to find you beautiful, despite the cruddy metal. Your ruin is not to be hidden behind paint and canvas. Let them see the cracks. Someone will come to sing into these empty spaces.
Ultimately I want my metal in a bar and not an art gallery.
Once I could drive, I spent all my time in the city going to metal shows. I missed the first couple of Metallica shows because I was lame. By the time I got into them, they were playing places like the Kabuki.
If you drag your shoe a bit those plastic spikes or rubber spikes can be almost as bad as metal spikes.
I ended up buying a restaurant. Already we had invested in a gas station and a metal products plant.
Rule books are paper - they will not cushion a sudden meeting of stone and metal.
Why would heavy metal ever go away?
You are so much better than a STUPID piece of metal.
It's a band singing on how metal should be played, the effect it has on the band and its listeners.
