Ulefosslosens heimeside.

Marvin Lee Aday,Meat Loaf. The entire city is burning. You can see the flames like the inside of a mad jukebox. Lost boys stalk their streets with those jungle markings on their chests. Barbarian prowl in shadows, their heads rocking with rodents. Motorcycles reproduce in nocturnal alleys groaning with greasy pleasure. And they`ve blown up the YWCA, like a giant baloon,And sent it out to a sea full of screaming, lovely, lonely girls.

Larger than life...

On march 6th,1836 the walls of the Alamo fell to the Mexican army. After a 12-day siege, the troops of Santa Ana were victorius but too exhausted to hold on and the Texans won the war. It`s further from El Paso to Texarkana, then from New York to Chicago. And then it joined the union. Texas was the biggest state. Yeah, everything from Texas is big, larger than life and none bigger than little MARVIN ADAY. So big his daddy called him MEAT LOAF. He grew into i big man, with big voice. And he sings big songs and has big hits. You can try to tear him down!

He was born on September 27, 1947, at Baylor Hospital in Dallas, Texas, and got the name Marvin Lee Aday, but it was his father, that gave him the name Meat Loaf, it almost started when he came home from the hospital,even of that football coaches, and other called him Meat Loaf, his father was first.

Meat Loaf, died 22 january 2022. Rest in Peace.

For crying out loud...

🤩 D hele starta i -81, Hørte Deadringer, og blei helfrelst på Meat Loaf,siden har jeg likt han bedre og bedre, og samlinga av lp,singler,cd og dvd bare økt og økt, og teller ca 130 cd, 5dvd,ca 50 lp og 30 singler, pluss litografier,g andre memorillas, til det hele toppet seg med ett backstage, meet and greet i Bergen,08.08.08.Men som en amerikaner han er, var det vanskelig for Meat og uttale mitt navn, så han bare kalte meg Bill.

Stoney and Meat Loaf, Bat out of hell,1, 2, 3, Deadringer,Midnight at the lost and found, Bad attitude, Blind before I stop, Welcome to the neighbourhood, couldn`t have said it better, Best of, very best of, hits out og hell.....and many more

www.meatloaf.net
www.mlukfc.com
www.jimsteinman.com

Bat out of hell

Boy: on a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Girl:Will he offer me his mouth?
Boy: Yes.
Girl: Will he offer me his teeth?
Boy: Yes.
Girl: Will he offer me his jaws?
Boy: Yes.
Girl: Will he offer me his hunger?
Boy: Yes:
Girl: Again, Will he offer me his hunger?
Boy: YES:
Girl: And will he starve witout me?
Boy: YES.
Girl: And does he love me?
Boy: Yes.
Girl: Yes.
Boy: On a hot summer night,would you offer your throut to the wolf with the red roses?
Girl: Yes.
Boy: I bet you say that to all the boys...

Bat out og hell 2.

Wasted youth.
I remember everything.
I remember every little thing, as if it happened yesterday.
I was barly seventeen, and once I killed a boy with a Fender Guitar.
I don`t remember if it was a Telecaster, or a Stratocaster.
But I do remember that it had a heart og chrome, and a vouce like a horny angel.
I don`t remember if it was a Telecaster, or a Stratocaster.
But I do remember that it wasn`t at all easy.

It required the perfect combanation of the right power cords.
And the percise angel from which to strike!

The guitar bled for about a week afterwords.
And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berrys.
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red,
The guitar bled for about a week after words.
But it rung out beautifly.
And I was able to play notes, that I had never even heard before.

So I took my guitar,
And I smashed it against the waal,
I smashed it against the floor,
I smashed it against the body of a varisty cheerleader,
I smashed it against the hood of a car,
Smashed it against a nineteen eighty one Harley-Davidson,
The Harley howled in pain,
The guitar howled in heat.

And I ran up the stairs to my parenst bedroom,
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight,
Slowly I opened the door,
creeping in the shadows, right up to the foot of their bed,
I raised the guitar high about my head,
And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed,
My father woke up, screaming "STOP",
"Stop it boy,wait a minute.What do you think your doing?"
" That`s no way to treat an expensive musical instrument"
And I said," God Damn it Daddy",
" you know I love you,
. But you`ve got a hell of a lot to learn about Rock`n Roll".

Bat out of hell 3.