Biography:
The meteors son una banda musical del género psychobilly procedentes del Reino Unido. Aunque los orígenes del psychobilly son discutidos, The Meteors son considerados como la primera banda del estilo. Así, los seguidores de la banda son conocidos por usar la frase "Solo los Meteors son verdadero psychobilly" (usando el acrónimo "OTMAPP" del inglés "Only the Meteors are pure psychobilly").
The Meteors fue fundado en 1980 por P. Paul Fenech (guitarra y voces), Nigel Lewis (contrabajo), y Mark Robertson (batería).
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Em
The sound of the jungle is beating in my head
G F#m Em
But I know my mind aint my own
Em
Why am I still walking when I know I should be dead
G F#m Em
Why won't it leave me alone
G#7 E7
My feet move in rhythm to the death dance
G#7 E7
But my heart stopped beating long ago
G#7 E7
I wanted to live but I had no chance
G F#m Em
My mind keeps moving even so
I died 48 hours ago
But I'm still walking around
Something wont let me lie in peace
There aint no rest to be found
The people are dancing around me
The witchdoctor stands and he stares
His magical powers have bound me
The voodoo rites have ensnared
Now they have made me a zombie
I got to do what they say
Now I am in there power
Their aint no escape no way
Wont you come and join in my death dance
The powers of the old ones entwine
You wanted to live you got no chance
Their aint know place you can hide
The sound of the jungle is beating in my head
G F#m Em
But I know my mind aint my own
Em
Why am I still walking when I know I should be dead
G F#m Em
Why won't it leave me alone
G#7 E7
My feet move in rhythm to the death dance
G#7 E7
But my heart stopped beating long ago
G#7 E7
I wanted to live but I had no chance
G F#m Em
My mind keeps moving even so
I died 48 hours ago
But I'm still walking around
Something wont let me lie in peace
There aint no rest to be found
The people are dancing around me
The witchdoctor stands and he stares
His magical powers have bound me
The voodoo rites have ensnared
Now they have made me a zombie
I got to do what they say
Now I am in there power
Their aint no escape no way
Wont you come and join in my death dance
The powers of the old ones entwine
You wanted to live you got no chance
Their aint know place you can hide
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