Imagine my surprise (and delight) at finding myself in the car talking to my kids about the seminal 1977 Meatloaf album Bat Out Of Hell.
Prompted by them I hasten to add.
They having been prompted by the live TV butchering of the eponymous song by this year’s enduring X-Factor joke contestant, Wagner.
If you haven’t seen it, I’ve embedded it below for your viewing “pleasure”.
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Anyway.
Back in the car, with the kids…
Imagine my surprise (and dubious delight) at finding myself able to quote, verbatim, lengthy passages not just from Bat Out Of Hell but also from songs like Two Out Of Three Ain’t Bad and Paradise By Dashboard Light.
Pretty impressive, methinks, given that the last time I actually played the album (on cassette) was in sixth form back in 1984.
(Further proof, if proof were needed, that a man’s head is full of all sorts of superfluous, irrelevant and utterly interesting nonsense.)
I’ve written before about my love of idiosyncratic language.
And Bat Out Of Hell is a super-saturated solution of quirky, cod-heroic lyrics.
To the point of being poetic.
So here, inspired in unlikely but nonetheless strangely befitting fashion by a Brazilian ex-lion tamer, is an anthology of Bat Out Of Hell Lyrics written by Jim Steinman.
Bat Out Of Hell
Like a bat out of hell
I’ll be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over like a bat out of hell
I’ll be gone gone gone
Like a bat out of hell I’ll be gone when the morning comes
But when the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlight’s shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
I’ll come crawling on back to you
Paradise By Dashboard Light (Praying For The End Of Time)
I couldn’t take it any longer
Lord I was crazed
When the feeling came upon me
Like a tidal wave
I started swearing to my god and on my mother’s grave
That I would love you to the end of time
I swore that I would love you to the end of time
So now I’m praying for the end of time
To hurry up and arrive
‘Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you
I don’t think that I can really survive
I’ll never break my promise or forget my vow
But God only knows what I can do right now
I’m praying for the end of time
It’s all that I can do
Praying for the end of time
So that I can
End. My. Time. With. You.
Two Out Of Three Ain’t Bad
I want you
I need you
But there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love you
Now don’t be sad
‘Cause two out of three ain’t bad
They don’t write ’em like that any more.
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