Fess Up!!!! You really dig Molly Hatchet!!

For some reason I've been on a Molly Hatchet kick, mainly their "Flirting with Disaster" album. They have some kickass jams in that album!!

No, I really don't.

:P

and then I pulled out my Molly Hatchet vinyl I someone managed to obtain from a friend who's collection I took it from and realized this - This is damn good music

I don't hate 'em, but I'd turn the station if they came on the radio.

Want me to email you an MP3 of "Dreams I'll Never Have"

Very powerful and well-done song - you'd change your mind after hearing it!

but then one day something "clicked" and I was thinking - damn, it would be good to hear some Molly Hatchet right about now. SO you never know - the temptation could be out there

but look at it this way...at least you don't have to try to sell me on Led Zeppelin. ;)

that's a dollar, think of all the things you could buy for that dollar just by listening to their music one more time and giving them another chance

no thank you but I can do a great impersonation of the singer

Don't judge a band by their label's marketing scheme is all I'm sayin'...

We should not hide in shame because we dig 2nd rate southern redneck rock

rock.

Shame! Shame!

:puke:

But is it just me or do the two guys from L to R look like Father Guido Sarducci and Ann Coulter (with a 'stache)?

Before anyone berates me for misclassification, anything that plays on classic rock stations is "hippy music" in my book.

Amazing song and message...

A king without a sword
A land without a king
The truth without a voice
One song left to sing
One song to sing

A wise man told me there’s something you should know
The way you judge a man is to look into his soul
And you’ll soon see everything.

A voice from the past cried give peace a chance.
He paid our price now he’s free at last
And imagine we called him a dreamer.
How many times must good men die?
How many tears will the children cry?
Till we suffer no more sadness
Stop the madness,
Oh stop the madness.

If ashes are ashes and dust is dust
And our journey’s end and then we turn to rust
To the sands of the shore
White doves then fly
Peace to all
Tell me why the peacemakers fall
Must we bury anymore

A hush in the crowd as the horse rode by
Black lace veil hid the tears from her eyes
And we all wept in silence
How many times must good men die?
How many times will the children cry?
Till we suffer no more sadness
Oh stop the madness
Oh stop all the madness.