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It gets hairy and a hair-raising experience, (stylist exhumed, see that at the end all you Sabbath freaks), when you’re in the cross-hairs, and harken a hare, and keep it all together at Easter. Hair of the dog. Like those Who woof as Timberwolves and are trying to find their way. Got the rug cut, and beard embalmed, so can do the Mex in heart, guac at Easter!

I arrived for my again obligatory very-pre-Easter hair trim, like that of a hare, haha, and discovered there were a

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Two Stores have now opened in Hudson, both new bars to try, as Wisconsinites need their beer and further libations, but other businesses have closed. These are helped by oil prices that, for now, remain somewhat stable, but tariffs have finally got their businessman. This is a primer for why it took a while to happen, and how banks kept affluent Hudson afloat. (Psst, check out the terms for a line of credit.) Content newly revamped. (And we now go so again.)

The axe, not tax, has officially, or semi as this is about commerce and even transport, fallen. Like ashes, too,

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No drone to call my own? (Or their bigger-than-thought-navy’s ships, in or out of the slip, such as at sea in the gulf, like a gull.) —– Green galore St. Pat’s Day post has been added. —– Remember back when a drone was little more than a flying kite? We have plenty for Iran, in a war that is growing in its greater-than-usual unpopularity. What are the merits of this “conflict?” Don’t expect Iranians to use the euphemistic word.

Here I go without an airship or warship to call my own, much less an actual army or armada, droning

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Is your now-high-priced oil too syrupy? Even with that thin film on top? Maybe because its all been in the same barrel as maple? Since Iran just tried to take out Trump, in yet another of these assassination attempts, my conspiracy theory says that this all is to blame, as cost of a big barrel of crude lube is moving upward toward triple digits, after being half that. Sales of syrup said to follow simultaneously, and more than just slightly. —– To that end, and I’ll suggest, eat it Lent!

Oil increases now upsetting you, in this wanton war with Iran, opposed by even young GOP voters? Trump just calls

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Ring the haringbalzematas, wriggle the whozitmatals, blare the Trump trumpets, as another war is finally on, with Dr. Suess and Kid Rock and RFK Jr. collaborating to entertain the troops with trademark nonsense phrasings. Such lyrics likely permeated the blasts with various instruments of liberal metal music of protest under an ICE awning at a local motel. Literally No Sleep Till Brooklyn (Park), as this song was appropriately played.

It finally happened, amidst the hoopla. Enough foreplay. War is hell enough, without her getting her expectations up. Going in without

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It’s just about any genre for about two hours, the length of a Twin Cities concert or more, but this is over the other direction in Roberts for Monday evening open mic. They fill the big, main room, at Bobtown, with plenty of instruments, say Billy Bob and beyond, in the house band to choose from for backup. So bringing guitar optional.

While most open mic nights these days have to hope and pray, with their gospel brothers and sisters, they’ll get enough

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This is a story of faithfulness, quadrupled, if that is your thing. A group of four of us bonded, to the point of planning frequent movie nights, and even doing in a single take our own duet recording of Hotel California, just for fun. And making plans to go to such a concert, too, with our newfound two-string master. Not to sound preachy, but this mini-ministry to each other spread robustly to others in the building where we reside, and helping all of us love life.

The gang of four, as in bandmates, among us. At first take, a call out to your neighbors for compassion

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