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“Somedays I pray for silence / And somedays I pray for soul / Somedays I just pray to the God of Sex and Drums and Rock ‘N Roll.”

Meat Loaf, the “I’d Do Anything for Love” singer, dead at 74 Marvin Lee Aday, better known as Meat Loaf, has died at the age of 74, a representative for the musician confirmed to Fox News. 

“Our hearts are broken to announce that the incomparable Meat Loaf passed away tonight with his wife Deborah by his side. Daughters Pearl and Amanda and close friends have been with him throughout the last 24 hours.”

And I would do anything for love
I’d run right into hell and back
I would do anything for love
I’ll never lie to you and that’s a fact
But I’ll never forget the way you feel right now
Oh no, no way
And I would do anything for love
Oh, I would do anything for love
I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No, I won’t do that

And some days it don’t come easy
And some days it don’t come hard
Some days it don’t come at all
And these are the days that never end
And some nights you’re breathing fire
And some nights you’re carved in ice
Some nights you’re like nothing I’ve ever
Seen before, or will again

And maybe I’m crazy
Oh, it’s crazy and it’s true
I know you can save me
No one else can save me now but you
As long as the planets are turning
As long as the stars are burning
As long as your dreams are coming true
You better believe it

That I would do anything for love
And I’ll be there till the final act
And I would do anything for love
And I’ll take the vow and seal a pact
But I’ll never forgive myself if we don’t go all the way
Tonight
And I would do anything for love
Oh, I would do anything for love
Oh, I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No, I won’t do that

I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that

And some days I pray for silence
And some days I pray for soul
Some days I just pray to the God
Of Sex and Drums and Rock ‘N’ Roll
And some nights I lose the feeling
And some nights I lose control
Some nights I just lose it all
When I watch you dance and the thunder rolls

And maybe I’m lonely
That’s all I’m qualified to be
There’s just one and only
One and only promise I can keep
As long as the wheels are turning
As long as the fires are burning
As long as your prayers are coming true
You better believe it

That I would do anything for love
And you know it’s true and that’s a fact
I would do anything for love
And there’ll never be no turning back
But I’ll never do it better than I do it with you
So long, so long
And I would do anything for love
Oh, I would do anything for love
I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No no no, I won’t do that

[Hook]
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that
I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do

But I’ll never stop dreaming of you every night of my life
No way
And I would do anything for love
Oh, I would do anything for love
Oh, I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No, I won’t do that

[Call (and Response)]
Will you raise me up?
Will you help me down?
Will you help get me right out of this Godforsaken town?
Will you make it all a little less cold?

(I can do that
Oh, I can do that)

Will you hold me sacred
Will you hold me tight
Will you colorize my life
I’m so sick of black and white
Can you make it all a little less old?

(I can do that
Oh no now, I can do that)

Will you make me some magic with your own two hands?
Can you build an emerald city with these grains of sand?
Can you give me something I can take home?

(Now, I can do that
Ooh now, I can do that)

Will you cater to every fantasy I got?
Will you hose me down with holy water if I get too hot?
Will you take me places I’ve never known?

(Now, I can do that
Oh now, I can do that)

After a while you’ll forget everything
As a brief interlude and a midsummer night’s fling
Then you’ll see that it’s time to move on

(I won’t do that
I won’t do that)

I know the territory, I’ve been around
It’ll all turn to dust and we’ll all fall down
Sooner or later, you’ll be screwing around

(I won’t do that
No, I won’t do that)

Anything for love
Oh, I would do anything for love
I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No, I won’t do that

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  • John G Condon January 21, 2022, 8:27 AM

    Bye, Meatloaf.

    Looking forward to hearing you sing in the Band.
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pp0GiFT9Mrw&ab_channel=SmurfstoolsOldiesMusicTimeMachine

  • tim January 21, 2022, 8:41 AM
  • Roy Lofquist January 21, 2022, 11:06 AM

    Two things come to mind. I have great memories of the Rocky Horror Picture Show on Friday and Saturday nights at midnight.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMRl55U0eDw

    The second is whenever I see a column by NYT writer Ross Douthat I can’t help but hear “but I won’t do that”.

  • gwbnyc January 21, 2022, 1:41 PM

    in the day, the NYT style book had him referenced as “Mister Loaf”.

  • ghostsniper January 21, 2022, 3:07 PM

    never made a red centavo off’n my ass

  • John the River January 21, 2022, 5:18 PM

    I can’t wait to hear what 2022 brings in music so I can continue to listen to the exact same songs I’ve listened to for the last 25 years.
    https://youtu.be/pMRl55U0eDw

  • Ambiguousfrog January 21, 2022, 7:05 PM

    Lots of celebs or people of notoriety dying lately. Suddenly, unexpectedly, and no cause given. Mmmm. Vaxxed or unvaxxed. Weird.

  • edaddy January 22, 2022, 6:38 PM

    His name is Robert Paulson. This a man and he has a name, his name is Robert Paulson … https://youtu.be/JgLkdth62eI.

    In death he has a name. his name is Michael Lee Aday. Rest.In.Peace.Meatloaf!

  • Dirk January 23, 2022, 11:53 AM

    RIP Brother. Fond memories, one in particular, TOGA parties on the beach’s of ROTA Spain. Hundreds of sailors and Waves “ lady sailors” without them their would be no part——y.

    Bat out of Hell out of the dozen monster speakers. Literally hundreds of Sailors and family singing at the top of our lungs, me early 20s, maybe mid 20s. We practiced our own sort of racial relations, black white brown and yellow meeting greeting, common ground.

    Me and my room mate would go to the Commissary purchases two cans of canned alpo and two cans of corn beef hash. We would carefully take the paper labels off all four cans, putting the alpo dog food labels on the corn beef cans.

    At the party when the times was justtttt right we would pull out two cans of alpo, “ really corned beef hash”, open the cans and like lil piggy’s gobble the can contents down. After turning down the bbqed food. All great sport. My last TOGA, I gave Big Bob a real can of alpo, I’ll never forget the look on his face. We’re making a huge show of gobbling my corned beef hash, him real alpo.

    About 1/2 thru his can. Big Bob looks at the can of alpo, then me. I’m rolling on the ground, in tears. Ol Big Bobs dry heaving spitting the dog food out and calling me ever thing but a white man. Big Bob is 6.6 240 and at that time an EX SEAL. My room mate, running mate, workout mate.

    No way I could ever outrun Big Bob, but I was off like a bullet, knowing I’m about to get roughed up. Down the beach I’m running, in deep sand. And slowly ooo so slowly he cuts the distance and beats the shit out of me. Honestly I couldn’t defend myself I was laughing so hard. I’m a bloody pulp when we return to the TOGA party I’m bloody bad, still have my teeth. A great night.

    I woke the next morning naked on the beach, freezing but I’m cozied up to something warm. Real short hair, and I’m thinking what the hell have I done this time. I open my eyes and I’m cuddled up to our dog. No worries.

    I can’t find any cloths and it’s three miles down the beach to our Casa, I’m hung over bad, I need water badly. So I run home naked as a jay bird, past all the Spaniards surf fishing. I ran like I owned the beach. Started puking about halfway to our Casa. I’m mean heaving. It’s ugly, but I keep running.

    When I get to the Casa, my then girls friend was waiting with a cup of coffee. She’s A blue Eyed Blonde haired Spaniard, a knockout! A nurse, and the patience of a saint.

    She cleaned me up, and stitched me up. I’d been shot in the Philippines maybe 18 months earlier somehow I’d gashed open the wound channel area. Just above my right knee. I’m 23 I’m in Spain and it’s Saturday morning. Truthfully I’m a mess, Big Bob trashed me pretty good last night.

    A few shots a gallon of water, We drove to Trafalgar Spain, hopped the ferry and crossed to Tangier, for a day of drinking and sight seeing, hanging out with the British and nords down on the beach’s south of Tangier.

    Bat out of Hell playing everywhere we went.

    VI