Zebraman

Zebraman (David Wine), Heavy Metal Parking Lot (1986)

Zebraman is famous for his "Heavy Metal Rules!" monologue in the 1986 documentary...

Heavy Metal Parking Lot (1986)

Zebraman's Words of Wisdom were immortalized a second time in the 2019 Steel Panther album 'Heavy Metal Rules' named after the philosophy of the Zebraman. The first track of the album is the first 32 seconds of his epic speech and is named "Zebraman".

Here is the
Zebraman 42-second monologue "Heavy Metal Rules!"

“Heavy metal rules! All that punk shit sucks! It doesn’t belong in this world, it belongs on fuckin’ Mars man! What the hell is punk shit? And Madonna can go to hell as far as I’m concerned! She’s a dick! Seriously! [Hits self in mouth with microphone] Ow! Heavy metal definitely rules! Twisted Sister, Judas Priest, Dokken, Ozzy, Scorpions. They all rule! [Takes break from rant to acknowledge nearby stoner girl] Yeah, she’s tripping Jack Daniel’s. [Resumes rant] It all rules! All that shit rules! This punk shit, circle shit and the dicks and all, that can all go to hell! I don’t care, you know? I don’t really give a shit about that kind of punk fuck!”

Zebraman (a 22 years old drunk Metalhead in 1986)

What the fuck happened to Zebraman 13 years later?

Zebraman (real name David Wine), as of 1999, is a Baltimore plumber into country music, stating he wasn’t really into metal anymore.)

Yes, Zebraman, the most convincing of them all, was in fact a poser.

ZEBRAMAN HALLOWEEN COSTUME

Sources and related links:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_Metal_Parking_Lot
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_Metal_Rules

https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/kick-asphalt-remembering-heavy-metal-parking-011429186.html
https://greenandblackmusic.com/home/2017/02/03/heavy-metal-parking-lot-judas-priest-1986/

Ice-T – Freedom of Speech Lyrics

The Iceberg/Freedom Of Speech... Just Watch What You Say!

The album was released after Ice-T had been encountering censorship problems on tour. In The Ice Opinion: Who Gives a Fuck?, the rapper states that "People had already told me what I could not say onstage in Columbus, Georgia. You couldn't say anything they called a 'swear' word. You couldn't touch yourself. They were using the same tactics they used on everyone from Elvis and Jim Morrison to 2 Live Crew".
The album's cover, featuring a B-boy with a shotgun shoved in his mouth, and two pistols pressed against each side of his head, reflected Ice-T's experiences with the concept of freedom of speech. "The concept of that picture is, 'Go ahead and say what you want. But here comes the government and here come the parents, and they are ready to destroy you when you open your mouth'".

"Shut Up, Be Happy" consists of a spoken word performance by Jello Biafra laid over a sample of the low, heavy, distorted guitar from Black Sabbath's "Black Sabbath".  "The Iceberg" alternates between typical violent metaphor, outlandish boasts, and comical sexual situations involving other members of Ice's Rhyme Syndicate. "Lethal Weapon" tells listeners that the mind is the most powerful weapon:

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"The Weapon power has been witnessed upon my page/From Martin Luther's dream, to Hitler's psycho rage."

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"You Played Yourself" advises listeners to be smart and not let themselves "be played". "Peel Their Caps Back" is about committing a drive-by to avenge a slain friend. Unlike other songs where violence is a metaphor for the rapper's ability to defeat other rappers lyrically, this song is a stark depiction of what could lead to such an event. However, it contains two surprising elements: in the end, the main character is killed, and the whole event is written off by the media as just another gang killing.
In "The Girl Tried to Kill Me", Ice-T raps about an encounter with a dominatrix:

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"Said she wanted to take me home to make love / Now that's the kind of rap that brothers dream of / I said, "Fast, slow, hard or soft, baby?" / She said, "All the above!"

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"Black and Decker" starts off with Rhyme Syndicate members complaining about the media's portrayal of their work as meaningless violence. Ice wonders aloud what it would sound like if you drilled into someone's head with a powerdrill. After some gory sound effects, Ice says "Probably sound like that." "Hit the Deck" offers sincere advice to wannabe-MCs:

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"But if it's in your heart, get a pen / Don't stop writing til the inkflow ends / Work and work and don't halfstep / Dog the mic every chance you get."

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"This One's for Me" offers Ice's take on the rap scene and music industry. "The Hunted Child" is a first-person account of a scared young gang-banger on the run. The busy, multi-layered composition, with its scratched sirens and staccato drums, samples Public Enemy's "Bring the Noise".
"What Ya Wanna Do" is a 9-minute party song featuring several members of the Syndicate, including a young Everlast, who became famous as a member of House of Pain. "Freedom of Speech" was one of the first raps to focus on the First Amendment and in particular attacked Tipper Gore's PMRC with unmistakable venom:

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"Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes / The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold / Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots / The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get."

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The album ends with in "My Word is Bond", featuring Syndicate members telling one exaggerated story after another against a looped sample of Slick Rick saying "Stop lying" from his song "La Di Da Di".

Ice-T – Freedom of Speech Lyrics

Artist: Ice-T
Album: The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech
Song: Freedom of Speech

Intro

A-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for college. What's the
First Amendment?

Verse 1

Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin' about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch
The Constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak
Censor records, TV, school books too
And who decides what's right to hear? You?
Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes
The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold
Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots
The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get

Verse 2

[You have the right to remain silent]
Fuck that right! I want the right to talk
I want the right to speak, I want the right to walk
Where I wanna, yell and I'm gonna
Tell and rebel every time I'm on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin' the truth from our children
You can't hide the fact, Jack
There's violence in the streets every day, any fool can recognise that
But you try to lie and lie
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos once you take away my right to speak
Everybody in the world's up shit creek

Verse 3

Let me tell you about down south
Where a motherfucker might as well not even have a mouth
Columbus, Georgia, said they'd lock me up
If I got on the stage in my show and said "Fuck"
So I thought for a minute and said "No
I wasn't even gonna do a damned show"
Cos for me to change my words from my rhymes
Is never gonna happen cos there's no sell outs on mine
But I vowed to get those motherfuckers one day
They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J
Yo, they got their's comin', cos I'm mad and I'm gunnin'
Homeboys, and there's no runnin'
I'm gonna tell you how I feel about you
No bull, no lies, no slack, just straight fact
Columbus, Georgia, you can suck my dick
You ain't nothin' but a piece of fuckin' shit on the damned map

Verse 4

Freedom of Speech, let 'em take it from me
Next they'll take it from you, then what you gonna do?
Let 'em censor books, let 'em censor art
PMRC, this is where the witch hunt starts
You'll censor what we see, we read, we hear, we learn
The books will burn
You better think it out
We should be able to say anything, our lungs were meant to shout
Say what we feel, yell out what's real
Even though it may not bring mass appeal
Your opinion is yours, my opinion is mine
If you don't like what I'm sayin'? Fine
But don't close it, always keep an open mind
A man who fails to listen is blind
We only got one right left in the world today
Let me have it or throw The Constitution away

Outro (Jello Biafra)

What they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarran-Walter Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're protecting the public from wicked rock bands, or girlie magazines, or whatever. But, if you follow the chain of dominoes that falls down what they're really trying to do is shut off our access to information itself.

If they can't do it by law they know there's other ways to do it

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Iceberg/Freedom_Of_Speech..._Just_Watch_What_You_Say!

WASP - Harder Faster

W.A.S.P. vs. PMRC

Harder Faster

Since the original video clip sucks. I gave you this one with an anti PMRC message at the beginning.

Thank you PMRC, W.A.S.P. make up their musical career out of their feud with you.  And by the way, the parental advisory warning sign looks kind of cool.

WASP - Harder Faster: Live In The Raw 1987

On a live album, Live...In the Raw, W.A.S.P. dedicated their song "Harder, Faster" to the Washington Wives, a "branch" of PMRC. The PMRC said that WASP stood for "We Are Sexual Perverts".

The opening live speech before the song "Harder, Faster":

I've been reading an awful lot in the newspapers, and the magazines, about me and my boys here... and I was reading one article in particular, about an organization, you may have heard of them... they're called "the PMRC", well I read... I read that they said, that they think that "We Are Sexual Perverts!" Now, this is coming from an organization called "The Washington Wives". Now I don't know about you, but to me that sounds like some sort of, God damn, Jackie Collins Hollywood fuckin' novel if you ask me! Well this is for that whole bunch, because they can- shuck me, suck me, eat me raw....this is "Harder... Faster!"

W.A.S.P. - HARDER FASTER LYRICS

I don't care if you track me down
Like an animal that's on the run
Tie me down spread-eagle
Leave me dyin' in the sun

'Cause I scream bloody murder
When you writhe and when you squeeze
You smell my blood and you come runnin'
Taste me if you please

Lick it hard, lap it up, do it now baby, touch it, touch it
Lick your lips and flash your paws
Shuck me suck me eat me raw

Ooh, harder faster
Yeah, that's what I need cause
Now that's what I'm after
Come do that wicked deed aha

I can hear those cries of love
A wolf howls at the moon
A heart attack, a sex maniac
With rock salt in my wounds

'Cause I can feel my pulsing vein
Make it last, last all night long
I taste the bliss I wet the lips
And I don't care if it's wrong

Lick it hard, lap it up, do it now baby, touch it, touch it
Lick your lips and flash your paws
Shuck me suck me eat me raw

Ooh, harder faster
Yeah, that's what I need 'cause
Now that's what I'm after
Come do that wicked deed, aha

Slippin' slidin' strokin' the devil's hand of sin
Screamin' wild and smokin' the ecstacy begins
Listen to your woman here
She say she don't want none of this slow down crap
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Ooh, harder faster
Yeah, that's what I need 'cause
Now that's what I'm after
Come do that wicked deed, aha

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Originally published in MetalHeadMilitia  http://www.metalheadmilitia.com/2012/11/wasp-harder-faster.html