Rock General. Current Rock. Metal General. Dark Metal. Grind Core. Hard Core. Hard Rock. Hard Rock French. Neo Metal. Stoner Rock. Metal Fusion. Rock n Roll. Elvis Presley. The Beatles. The Rolling Stones. Pop general. Current Pop. Pop 90s. Pop 80s. French Pop. French Rock. Johnny Hallyday. Traditional Music. Pays Basque. Others French. European Grooves. Other Countries. Soul 80s. Italo Disco. Acid jazz. Groove Revival. I bought a bootleg copy a few weeks back which had a solid yellow vinyl and a clear yellow vinyl.
Sound quality is OK but definitely a boot. Could you tell us all if this is legit, or just a cash grab by a greedy so and so? I have never heard of Classic Records a reputable company by the way , preparing a vinyl remaster of Aenima.
Note the ridiculous price! Which I would actually pay if this can be confirmed as a legit test pressing. The End. What a bunch of arrogant tools this band is? Collectors items my ass. Get the stuff in print that people can enjoy the damn music and not your bullshit arrogance. I got an original copy of Aenima on vinyl that has never been opened. I live in Denmark but could send it if someone is really keen.
Hi Hefty, you are welcome to try selling the item on the marketplace…. Go away. Ok…so i have a pressing of this album that is not a boot…I actually had two of them at one time…. Both had the pic sleeves. If you do some research on ebay and also on popsike you will find both of these…. I just dont know which one came first?
The one I still have must be a promo because it has a saw cut in the sleeve…any info you folks out there might have would be great! Monday 15 November Tuesday 16 November Wednesday 17 November Thursday 18 November Friday 19 November Saturday 20 November Sunday 21 November Monday 22 November Tuesday 23 November Wednesday 24 November Thursday 25 November Friday 26 November Saturday 27 November Sunday 28 November Monday 29 November Tuesday 30 November Wednesday 1 December Thursday 2 December Friday 3 December Saturday 4 December Sunday 5 December Monday 6 December Tuesday 7 December Wednesday 8 December Thursday 9 December Friday 10 December Saturday 11 December Sunday 12 December Monday 13 December Tuesday 14 December Wednesday 15 December Thursday 16 December Friday 17 December Saturday 18 December Sunday 19 December Monday 20 December Tuesday 21 December Wednesday 22 December Thursday 23 December Friday 24 December Saturday 25 December Sunday 26 December Monday 27 December Tuesday 28 December Wednesday 29 December Thursday 30 December Friday 31 December Saturday 1 January Sunday 2 January Monday 3 January Tuesday 4 January Wednesday 5 January Thursday 6 January Friday 7 January Saturday 8 January Sunday 9 January I wanna feel the metamorphosis and cleansing I've endured within my shadow.
Change is coming. Now is my time. Listen to my muscle memory. Contemplate what I've been clinging to. Forty-six and two ahead of me. I choose to live and to grow, take and give and to move, learn and love and to cry, kill and die and to be paranoid and to lie, hate and fear and to do what it takes to move through. I choose to live and to lie, kill and give and to die, learn and love and to do what it takes to step through.
See my shadow changing, stretching up and over me soften this old armor. Hoping I can clear the way by stepping through my shadow, coming out the other side. Step into the shadow. Forty six and two are just ahead of me. I met a boy wearing Vans, s, and a dope beastie-tee, nipple rings, and new tattoos that claimed that he was OGT, from '92, the first EP. And in between sips of coke he told me that he thought we were sellin' out, layin' down, suckin' up to the man.
Well now I've got some advice for you, little buddy. Before you point the finger you should know that I'm the man, and if I'm the man, then you're the man, and he's the man as well so you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass. All you know about me is what I've sold you, Dumb fuck. I sold out long before you ever heard my name. I sold my soul to make a record, Dip shit, and you bought one. So I've got some Advice for you, little buddy. Before you point your finger You should know that I'm the man.
If I'm the fuckin' man then you're the fuckin' man as well, So you can Point that fuckin' finger up your ass. I sold my soul to make a record, Dip shit, And you bought one. Shut up and Buy my new record Send more money Fuck you, buddy. What was it like to see the face of your own stability suddenly look away leaving you with the dead and hopeless?
Eleven and she was gone. Eleven is when we waved good-bye. Eleven is standing still, waiting for me to free him by coming home. Moving me with a sound. Opening me within a gesture. Drawing me down and in, showing me where it all began, Eleven. It took so long to realize that you hold the light that's been leading me back home.
Under a dead Ohio sky, defending his light, and wondering Sleeping, lost, and numb. So glad that I have found you. I am wide awake and heading home. Hold your light, Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step by inch by loaded memory. I'll move to heal as soon as pain allows so we can reunite and both move on together. Hold your light, eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step by inch by loaded memory 'till one and one are one, eleven, so glow, child, glow.
I'm heading back home. I will choke until I swallow Choke this infant here before me. What is this but my reflection? Who am I to judge and strike you down? But you're pushing and shoving me. You still love me and you pushit on me.
Rest your trigger on my finger, bang my head upon the fault line. Take care not to make me enter. But you're pushing me, shoving me. Pushit on me. Slipping back into the gap again. I'm alive when you're touching me, alive when you're shoving me down. But I'd trade it all for just a little bit of piece of mind. Put me somewhere I don't wanna be. Seeing someplace I don't wanna see.
Never wanna see that place again. Saw that gap again today as you were begging me to stay. Managed to push myself away, and you, as well. If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay, you minimize my movement anyway, I must persuade you another way. There's no love in fear. Staring down the hole again. Hands upon my back again. Survival is my only friend. Terrified of what may come. Just remember I will always love you, even as I tear your fucking throat away.
But it will end no other way. Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from this bullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time.
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