Bat Out of Hell #AtoZChallenge

BOh my Holy God, I love this song so much. From the first time I heard it all trapped in my pre-adolescent shell of a body, the lyrics, the vocals, the keys, the strings, the drums, a cacophony of delight ah…the symphonic ecstasy of music.  And the imagery, sweet child of Music, a picture painted in a deluge of sound and brightly colored notes penetrating every spore of my being. I felt myself an angel escaping Hell on a roaring bike to force my way into Heaven.

 

Being ever so passionate and given to the dramatic ever since mortal flesh imprisoned me, I felt an angel born in Hell who could just make out the borders of paradise, forever out of reach. It was always that idea that fed my fantasy, that fallen one, a demon now but an angel in another time and place caught in Hell, forever separated from the light of Creation, guarding the gates of the dead and damned. A glance of something wondrous and a rebellion in Hell begins and then like a bat out of hell….oh how I wish I could make these words my own.

 

“Bat Out Of Hell”

Meatloaf, Lyrics Jim Steinman, Music by Todd Rundgren, 1977

The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling Way down in the valley tonight. There’s a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye And a blade shining, oh, so bright. There’s evil in the air and there’s thunder in sky, And a killer’s on the bloodshot streets. Oh, and down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising, Oh, I swear I saw a young boy down in the gutter, He was starting to foam in the heat.

Oh, baby, you’re the only thing in this whole world, That’s pure and good and right. And wherever you are and wherever you go, There’s always gonna be some light. But I gotta get out, I gotta break it out now, Before the final crack of dawn. So we gotta make the most of our one night together. When it’s over you know, We’ll both be so alone.

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.

I’m gonna hit the highway like a battering ram On a silver black phantom bike. When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry, And we’re all about to see the light. Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole. And everything is stunted and lost. And nothing really rocks And nothing really rolls And nothing’s ever worth the cost.

And I know that I’m damned if I never get out, And maybe I’m damned if I do, But with every other beat I’ve got left in my heart, You know I’d rather be damned with you. Well, if I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned Dancing through the night with you. Well, if I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned— Gotta be damned, you know I wanna be damned— Gotta be damned, you know I wanna be damned Dancing through the night— Dancing through the night— Dancing through the night with you.

Oh, baby, you’re the only thing in this whole world, That’s pure and good and right. And wherever you are and wherever you go, There’s always gonna be some light. But I gotta get out, I gotta break it out now, Before the final crack of dawn. So we gotta make the most of our one night together. When it’s over you know We’ll both be so alone.

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. Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, I’ll come crawling on back to you.

I can see myself tearing up the road Faster than any other boy has ever gone. And my skin is raw but my soul is ripe. No one’s gonna stop me now, I’m gonna make my escape. But I can’t stop thinking of you, And I never see the sudden curve until it’s way too late. And I never see the sudden curve ’til it’s way too late.

Then I’m dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun. Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike. And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell. And the last thing I see is my heart Still beating, Breaking out of my body and flying away, Like a bat out of hell. Then I’m dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun. Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike.

And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell. And the last thing I see is my heart Still beating, still beating, Breaking out of my body and flying away, Like a bat out of hell. Like a bat out of hell. Like a bat out of hell. Oh, like a bat out of hell! Like a bat out of hell! Like a bat out of hell!

 

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