#Queens Stone Cold Crazy

[iamtryingtobelieve]

A gem I've never really seen posted here a whole lot

[metalloverr]

32 years ago, one of the greatest musicians of the last century passed away.

November 24 - Freddie Mercury Memorial Day

[myimaginaryradio]

Stone Cold Crazy - Queen

[ask-sebastian]

11. three favourite songs from movie or TV series soundtrack. All going to be from animes. I’m just giving you fair warning 🤣

And a bonus piece just for the sake of it!

This is such a hard one from me because I love film scores and soundtracks. I shall go with non-score/instrumental this time.

[ungoliantschilde]

“Stone Cold Crazy”, live at the Freddie Mercury tribute concert, featuring James Hetfield singing with Queen and Tony Iommi (from Black Sabbath) playing.

[guerrilla-operator]

Queen // Stone Cold Crazy

Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet With my rubber tommy water gun Here come the deputy He's gonna come and getta me I gotta get me get up and run They got the sirens loose I ran right outta juice They're going to put me in a cell If I can't go to heaven Will they let me go to hell?

[death-by-mercury]

𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚗

𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚢

𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚎

𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗

[rolandrockover]

Kiss the Queen

I rarely read anything about Kiss and Queen (1). In the same breath as people like to do with Led Zeppelin or Deep Purple, or for that matter Aerosmith, I mean.

I'm not sure if this could be due to a certain unpopularity of the song Boomerang. But if you use that as a comparison, Read My Body, for example, would have to be quite popular among the fan community, because Kiss and Def Leppard are always mentioned in the Kiss community at regular intervals. This even makes me think that there must be some latent Read My Body fans among the hardcore fans.

So why isn't anyone interested in Boomerang? Because this song, or let's say if you leave out its somewhat uninspired vocals and vocal chorus, would actually be extremely good and a real banger (2). True, not a classic, but what the heck?

I think I remember Bruce once describing it as something like AC/DC on speed, and I admit I quite like that comparison because I think you should always have a good, strong, big cup of coffee, before you even think about listening to it. This has a huge impact on appreciation, believe me (3).

*takes a sip from his cup and smiles contentedly.

Anyway, Kiss and Queen. Boomerang and Stone Cold Crazy. Coffee and more coffee. Need I say more? It's not that Gene grabbed their whole riff, but half of it is enough, and in this case he might as well have painted two big Qs out of coffee grounds around his eyes.

Or maybe I'm wrong, because I can't say for sure if it was Gene at all, and maybe this time it was Bruce, the old scoundrel (4), and I'm doing poor old Gene a bitter injustice. This one time.

Who can say for sure?

*finishes the coffee in one go.

Side Notes:

(1) Apart from what I write about this matter now and then myself.

(2) I guess because unfortunately these unfortunate vocals also keep coming back like a boomerang. Perhaps an instrumental version of this song should be released to give it a little boost in popularity.

(3) And I'm not even a big coffee drinker. Not anymore. One cup a fortnight is enough for me. It just has to be a good one.

(4) Speaking of Bruce, attention, attention Bruce fans. Here is a small four-parter containing a few lines about Kiss live during the Bruce Era and what I love about it: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 & Part 4. I could well imagine that a few more of these could follow in the future.

Boomerang (1989)

Stone Cold Crazy (1974)

[freddie-mercury-rising]

Queen a Day

Day 28: Stone Cold Crazy from Sheer Heart Attack

This song has been called “thrash metal before the term was invented” (by Q magazine). If you have friends who don’t know many Queen songs, and you let them listen to this one, they’ll be floored! It’s fast-paced, almost frenetic, and hard core. I happen to love it. 

For your information, I listen to the Live at the Rainbow 1974 version of this song most of all, because who in their right mind can resist Freddie wailing and spitting lyrics in that tight-black outfit, flicking his glorious hair around and bending and twisting all over the stage? But for this review, I’ll be talking about the studio album version. 

The album version of this song starts heavy. It's guitar moaning and wailing, and scratching. It's frantic drumbeats.

Then, Freddie comes on, with this sort of hard, gritty voice that really does not sound like his usual tone. He's fast. It's almost like he's rapping those lyrics.

"Crazy...stone cold crazy you know!"

BRIAN must be going absolutely ape-shit on the guitar on this. Really, I wonder what he was thinking. Besides just loving doing something so completely different than their usual prog-rock.

Freddie's voice is so unique and let me tell you, I wish I was a fly on the wall during this recording while he tried to sing all those lyrics, at such breakneck speed. SEXY as hell, seriously.

Imagine, the same man sang "Good Old Fashioned Loverboy" and "Killer Queen" also sang this piece of metal.

Get you a guy who can do both.

[madame-midnight]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Thanks for the ask <3

Really've been into Queen lately so here are my top 5:

1. Seven Seas Of Rhye

2. Hammer To Fall

3. Bicycle Race

4. Stone Cold Crazy

5. Fat Bottomed Girls

[razorsadness]

Sleeping very soundly On a Saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone There's a rumor going round Gotta clear outta town I'm smelling like a dry-fish bone

Here come the Law Gonna break down the door Gonna carry me away once more Never, I never I never want it any more Gotta get away from this stone-cold floor

Crazy Stone-cold crazy, you know

[radiofauxshow]

Song of the Day: May 21, 2024

Queen: Stone Cold Crazy Stone Cold Crazy on Amazon Prime Music Continuing my list of the Top 20 albums of 1974, coming in at #7 is Sheer Heart Attack by Queen. After releasing two well-received, modestly successful albums, Queen kicked off their run of classic ’70s albums in 1974 with Sheer Heart Attack. I’m not going to say much about this. Queen are now recognized as legends. Their…

[myimaginaryradio]

Stone Cold Crazy - Queen

[ask-sebastian]

Something slower for my midweek mood.

Nothing like some Queen for a midweek mood lift.

[bucknastysbabe]

I just read all your hotd posts and let me tell you I am OBSESSED!

Wanted to ask if you could potentially write something for cockwarming with Jace please? Maybe not as an modern au but with actual prince Jahaerys Valeryon?

If not that’s totally fine but I would go CRAZY if you would! Absolutely love your work

YES I CAN- I LOVE SOME CUNTY JACAERYS HES PERFEXT AND HUNG. Sorry for the wait hope you like❤️❤️❤️❤️

Dreary - Jace Velaryon x Bar Emmon!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Fluffy fluff, sweet baby boy jace, who has a horse cock, set around 2x02, intimacy hehe, cock warming, Baela is a bad bitch she ALLOWS jace to have his little swordfish gf, rip luke ily baby, anyways pnv!sex, some angst, PREP, also I just know the vibes at dragonstone are rancid I would be pissed

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It was a dreary day on Dragonstone. Which was more often than not. Chilly, fierce winds blowing across the Gullet into the Blackwater. You knew how harsh these winds and storms could be, being born Bar Emmon of Sharp Point.

Something was stagnant around the ancient keep of Dragonstone. Perhaps it was the war beginning to ramp up, the continued grief of Prince Lucerys’ death. Going outdoors was a luxury on the volcanic island, anything to escape the mounting emotions within.

Baela was deep within the keep with Queen Rhaenyra. You were a lady-in-waiting of Princess Baela, but she oft preferred her independence or family. The Targaryen dismissed you to ‘find some rest’.

Walking aimlessly around the fused Valyrian stone, hand dragging upon the cold wall, you entered the library. The smell of books and the usual brimstone filled your nose. Haggard gargoyles and wyverns decorated the walls. A small fire crackled in the fireplace, that in the shape of a dragon’s maw. You’d be lying if you said this place wasn’t strange.

Peering among the old tomes and stacked scrolls, you noticed a familiar tousled head sitting in front of the fire. The Prince Jacaerys, the betrothed of Baela. Even if they seemed better friends than to be married as of late. Baela confessed to you late at night that she didn’t want to fall for him during a time of war.

You’d taken to the Prince meanwhile. Guilt didn’t pool in your gut when the Princess didn’t seem to care. Baela knew about your trysts and caught you kissing him in an alcove. Your lips quirked up at the memory— the gorgeous Princess merely laughed, “I was wondering if you had it in you, Jace.”

Coming close to him, you paused. Jace had been struggling as of late. He was brooding and ridden with grief over Luke. You nervously fingered at your dark blue dress, debating if you should leave him be. He was taking on more of a role in the escalating war.

“My Prince,” came your softened call.

He straightened up, turning to face you over a shoulder. Jace hummed, “Lady Bar Emmon. Are you finding yourself stifled again?” He turned further to get a look at you, brown eyes softening. He looked handsome in his black tunic, fine red dragons woven upon the sleeves.

“Quite stifling today. Winter is coming.”

He laughed softly at that, beckoning you over.

You padded to the chair adjacent, Jacaerys familiar arms pulling you back into his lap. You bit back a yelp, looking at him in shock. His full lips curled up a bit as he murmured, “Winter is coming. I saw it firsthand at the Wall. The Stark in the North himself told me all about it.”

You adjusted to curl more to the side, gently petting his curls, careful not to pull. “That sounds…frightful actually,” came your admittance. Jace looked amused as he replied, “Lord Cregan, I liked him, but he was intense. I do prefer the South, Vermax does. He’s likely all snug in his nest.”

The Dragonmont. You wouldn’t mind a warm nest for a minute. Albeit not at Dragon levels.

You laughed softly, “What about the Eyrie? I suppose it was nicer flying up the Mountains of the Moon. I’ve heard it’s the most beautiful of the Castles.”

Jace’s dark eyes sparkled a little as he teased, “Not as beautiful as Sharp Point my lady.”

You batted his shoulder with a scoff and a frown, “Very funny, a big watch tower and old fortifications. Tell me about the Eyrie!”

He chuckled softly, a hand coming up to cradle your neck, his other arm securing your waist. Jacaerys hummed, “Very well, the home of Lady Jeyne was magnificent. All white marble with blue veins. Seven slim towers, no stables, no smithy’s, but a large granary. You can hear Alyssa’s tears, it’s very soothing.”

You looked on in awe as you imagined the painting come to life with his words. Jace continued as he nuzzled your neck, “Mm- just as gorgeous and crisp on the inside, I slept quite well, and got to see the infamous moon door and sky cells. Very Andal castle, don’t know how they did it.”

You gripped his hair as his plush lips began to press against your neck. “Did Vermax like it?” You asked in a shaky voice. He laughed against your sensitive skin, “Of course, scaring the tribes and eating their goats.” Jacaerys pressed one more kiss before pulling back, his ringed hand cupping your cheek.

“I’m sorry I’ve been…distanced,” he murmured, those damn dark eyes and long lashes piercing your heart. Shushing the Prince you shook your head, firmly stating, “You have been grieving. We all grieve, especially for you and your family. For him.”

You didn’t want to speak his name out loud, the lingering implication made sweet Jace blink and look away. Thumbing away his stray tear you murmured, “I wish I could take that pain from you.” He looked back, croaking as his arms engulfed you.

“I missed you so much.”

You sighed the words back, realigning your hips to face his, straddling the prince. Cupping his cheek once again you closed into his mouth, gentle at first. It felt like years while he was gone. Jacaerys grabbed your hips, pulling you flush as he kissed back, full lips soft and careful.

His length throbbed against your thigh as the kisses deepened, Jace’s hands wandering from your ass to your waist, greedily grabbing any flesh. You moaned into his mouth, Jace filling the space with his tongue, sliding it against your own. The brunette moaned, “Gods I missed you. More than just this.”

You pressed your forehead to him, panting, “I missed you too, love. More than this, as much as I enjoy it too.”

He laughed, nibbling at the hollow of your throat, hands sliding up your skirts to reveal your stockings and bare cunt. Jacaerys groaned again, his cock twitching. He mumbled, “Need to get you ready for me again angel.” You nodded, weakly nodding.

Jacaerys’ cock could easily make you bleed everywhere, especially after months apart. He resumed his attention to your neck, thick fingers sliding down to drift across your slick folds and opening. He teased at your clit, drawing a gasp.

You grabbed his hair and pulled him back, kissing him hard as one finger slid into your cunt, pumping just so before quickly adding another. Jace breathed against your twitching lips, “You’re eager.” He had that cocky lopsided smile, eyes hazy.

He pumped his fingers deeper, curling them as you gasped, “I- ah! Could say the same.” You felt his cock straining his breeches, rubbing against heated flesh. Jace moaned again, fingers stretching and scissoring, adding his third finger.

You mewled a little at the pinch, tucking your face into his warm neck. The prince cooed and drug the heel of his palm against your clit, the other hand rubbing your trembling back in slow circles. His voice was a near whisper as he praised, “You’re alright my love, you’re doing so good, gonna feel so good.”

His pinky slipped in your slippery, stretched cunt now, keeping you open as he eased the four digits in and out as you whimpered, Jacaerys kissing your lips and cheeks, shushing you. He adjusted and curled upwards again, dragging roughly against your sweet spot.

You cried out in the library, Jace using his off hand to pull down your dress, suckling and nibbling at your tits as he spread you impossibly open. He sealed his mouth over your nipple, flicking his tongue, playfully humming.

The discomfort was edging into pleasure quickly as Jacaerys worked your body. Your whimpering had turned to panting, then whining in ecstasy as he stuffed you with his sinful fingers, those pretty swollen lips around your tit. You couldn’t help but shiver and grab his hair, muscles tensing up as you moaned his name.

He groaned, kissing his way across the valley of your tits to latch onto the other, his ever-wandering hand giving your now neglected teat a playful squeeze. His fingers were only moving quicker as your cunt practically drooled all over his hand, the lurid squelching loud. You blushed at the sound, heaving and shivering once more.

He swiped your clit one good time, sending you over the edge with a muffled cry, gushing and spasming from head to toe. He pulled off your nipple to watch in awe, murmuring, “My pretty girl.”

You shook through the remnants of the orgasm, cunt twitchy and sensitive even after Jacaerys eased his fingers out. He was undoing his breeches now, moaning under his breath as you watched him pull out his flushed cock, slathering his wet fingers all over the organ.

The sight drew out a low mewl. Jace’s pretty cock was a sight to be seen. He was blessed by the Father, to say the least. Abnormally large yet otherworldly. Dragon cock or whatever they called it in jest.

You lifted your tired hips, the brunette whimpering a little as he slicked himself up further against you, gasping as he swirled the blunt head around your entrance. Jace moaned, “F-fuck, okay, okay, ready my love?”

You nodded, eyes on his as you began to sink, mouth falling open as the oversensitivity and fullness struck. Jace’s thumbs were on your hips, swirling little circles as you descended. The pair of you gasped and panted wetly into each other’s mouths, eyes watery and intense.

Your ass met his lap, a tremble up your spine from the fullness. Jace pulled you against him, stretching his legs out as he pressed kisses to your jaw and neck. His hands rubbed your back, lulling you into relaxing. Taking a deep breath, you settled atop Jace, your cunt pleasantly full and stretched, throbbing a bit.

“Can we perhaps, sit like this for a bit?” You asked him, holding his cheek. Jace seemed more than fine, running his hands lazily across your back still, petting at your hair. He hummed, “Mhm, yes, that’ll be perfect.”

So the pair of you sat in relative ease, humming and lazing by fire. There wasn’t much of a need to speak, more of a time for comfort and intimacy. Jace rambled a little about how much he cared for you, getting shushed again. He smiled at you, rolling his eyes.

The feeling of your lover’s molten cock was beginning to make you sweat. Jacaerys fared no better, shifting restlessly, hands sliding up to grab your ass. He moaned as you clenched involuntarily, needing more. The brunette whispered, “You want it now love? I want you now.”

Indulging the prince you nodded, moaning, “Yes my prince, it’s time, ngh- gods.”

His head fell back as his hands gripped your waist, thrusting up for the first time. Jace’s moan echoed as he pulled back to fuck up into you again. You gasped and whined as he seemed to stuff your cunt further, hips slapping against your ass.

Jacaerys planted his feet, breathing hard as he began to fuck in earnest, mouth hanging open, lips puffy. You felt him eyeing you, your tits bouncing, your stomach baring the vague outline of his cock deep, deep inside. He grunted and held you tighter, losing himself in your slick core.

He inhaled sharply, stuttering his hips, babbling, “Fuck- you feel- so tight my love.” You were at his mercy, reduced to little whines and tears, he was rubbing everything, the friction rising. You clenched further and further as he forced his cock into you, grunting and groaning. Jace’s heavy balls slapped your ass, just another sound in the cacophony of sex.

You shivered and came first, having to pull yourself off, sharply crying. Jace’s cock was hot against your backside, whining some as he pumped a heavy load on your back and ass. You fell against him again, legs shaky and aching from the splendid pain. He panted, holding you tight.

Jace kissed the crown of your head, the comfortable, loving silence between you two and the crackling fire filling the library again. You’d wash up once you figured you could walk again. Damn, Prince.

[ungoliantschilde]

Garage, Inc., 1998

This was a cover song compilation album. I previously mentioned that the $5.98 EP should be skipped because it’s on here. All of the singles I listed previously? The B sides of those singles show up here. I’m not shitting on it. This is a great record with a lot of good tracks. A decided improvement from Load & Reload.

Lars Ulrich is a MASSIVE Motorhead fanboy. He was *literally* the president of the fan club. He partied with Lemmy backstage once when he was like 15-16, and puked on Lemmy. Lars WORSHIPS Motorhead. (You should too, to be honest. Lemmy is a God!). Two Motorhead songs show up on this record. Of the two, Metallica does a better version of “Damage Case”. Something about their version of “Overkill” bugs me.

The Misfits show up too. Cliff Burton LOVED the Misfits. Picture a shitty VW Bus in the late 70s-Early 80s San Francisco. Ok, is it shitty and sketch as fuck? Yeah, that was Cliff’s ride. He also used his hands to drum on that resin steering wheel. Lars and James used to hear him coming from blocks away. Cliff apparently beat that steering wheel so hard that it had dents in it. They could hear Cliff coming down the block. Blaring the Misfits and beating the fuck out of the steering wheel of his shitbox VW Bus.

The “Turn the Page” cover came about because Lars heard Bob Seger’s version and knew that James would kill it. And Lars was right.

“Whiskey in the Jar” is a classic Irish Bar song. Like, going back to the 1700s classic. Metallica’s version is their cover of Thin Lizzy’s version. Yes, Thin Lizzy. That shitty “The Boys are Back In Town Again” song that everyone hates. Irish Band with a black singer from the 1970s. Black Irish guy fronting a rock band from Ireland in the 1970s... Dude had a set of nuts on him.

So, yeah, Metallica’s cover of “Whiskey in the Jar” is their version of Thin Lizzy’s version.

I own this record on vinyl. It’s a banger.

Metallica plays “Whiskey in the Jar” every time they’re touring Europe, starting with Slane Castle in Meath, Ireland. It’s a crowd roaring good time.

The singles are great. “Whiskey in the Jar” is the standout.

The other tracks you should hear are their cover of Ozzy’s lovesong - Black Sabbath’s “Sabra Cadabra”, their cover of Motörhead’s “Damage Case”, and lastly it should be noted that James sang the vocals for “Stone Cold Crazy” at the live Freddie Mercury tribute concert.