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Bon Jovi: Blaze of Glory

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Artist: Bon Jovi
Title: Blaze of Glory
Released: 1990
Label: Polygram Records
Time: 48:43
Producer(s): Danny Kortchmar, Jon Bon Jovi
Appears with:
Category: Pop / Rock
Rating: ******.... (6/10)
Media type: CD
Purchase date:  2001.02.09
Price in €: 5,99
Web address: www.bonjovi.com

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[1] Billy Get Your Guns (Jon Bon Jovi) - 4:48
[2] Miracle (Jon Bon Jovi) - 5:08
[3] Blaze Of Glory (Jon Bon Jovi) - 5:44
[4] Blood Money (Jon Bon Jovi) - 2:34
[5] Santa Fe (Jon Bon Jovi) - 5:40
[6] Justice In The Barrel (Jon Bon Jovi) - 6:47
[7] Never Say Die (Jon Bon Jovi) - 4:43
[8] You Really Got Me Now (Jon Bon Jovi) - 2:23
[9] Bang A Drum (Jon Bon Jovi) - 4:36
[10] Dyin' Ain't Much Of A Livin' (Jon Bon Jovi) - 4:39
[11] Guano City (Alan Silvestri) - 1:00

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Jon Bon Jovi - Vocals, Producer

Little Richard - Vocals, Piano
Elton John - Vocals, Piano
Lou Diamond Phillips - Vocals
Robin Crosby - Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Beck - Guitar

Danny Kortchmar - Guitar, Producer
Waddy Wachtel - Guitar
Phil Parlapiano - Accordion
Benmont Tench - Piano, Organ
Aldo Nova - Keyboards, Tambourine, Guitars
Randy "Love Man" Jackson - Bass
Bob Glaub - Bass
Kenny Aronoff - Drums, Percussion

Myrna Matthews - Backing Vocals
Maxine Waters - Backing Vocals

Alan Silvestri - Arrangement, Producer and Compositor on [11]
Rob Jacobs - Engineer
Aldo Nova - Arranger
Brian Scheuble - Engineer
Alan Silvestri - Arranger

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1990 CD PolyGram 846473
1990 LP Polygram 846473
1990 CS Polygram 846473



The suburban pop babes who have made Bon Jovi huge probably think that Apaches and cattle rustling are about as rad as Al Jolson or The Perils of Pauline – so why Blaze of Glory? Apparently, Jovi was "inspired" by Young Guns II, which, according to the film's screenwriter, was in turn "inspired" by Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive." The logic behind the flick itself is clear enough: The western genre is such a dead dog that you can skin the beast, throw the flesh on the backs of some brats and make a mil off myth. But Jovi has made a record, not a movie, and blown it by thinking they were the same thing.

Jovi's aspiration to the status of rock legend is obvious enough. Bob Dylan's soundtrack for Sam Peckinpah's Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid haunts Jovi almost as much as that film itself haunts Young Guns II (which xeroxes whole scenes from Peckinpah). Jovi dedicates "Blood Money" to Dylan, and I wish he had just covered "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" instead, because "Blood Money" has all the dark, allegorical power of a plot summary on the back of a video box.

Following the examples of folks like Roy Orbison and Robbie Robertson, Jovi also pulls the trick of surrounding himself with famous musicians: Jeff Beck, Little Richard, John Cougar's Kenny Aronoff, Tom Petty's Benmont Tench, even Elton John. Without the lead foots who usually punch out his tunes, Blaze of Glory sounds even better than New Jersey. The title track and a handful of others ("Billy Get Your Guns," "Bang a Drum," "Santa Fe") bubble with so many tight harmonies, rhinestone chord changes and buddy vibes that even lines as stupid as "You were lonesome as a jukebox" can't lessen their power. And while Jovi cops some of these moves from musical ancestors, he dresses 'em up with western sounds – Tex-Mex accordion, jew's-harp, fake Indian chants – in a manner akin to Christian Slater's appropriating a ratty coat, a Colt .45 and a three-day-old beard for the film.

But Jovi couldn't bluff his way west of Newark with these lyrics, and I can't see why he's trying, "Bon Jovi" the concept was already a myth, one the masses made out of their own desire, but on Blaze of Glory he's just kicking up dust in a cultural cemetery. Go east, young gun.

ERIK DAVIS, RS 588
© Copyright 2006 Rolling Stone



Abandoning his rough-and-ready rock & roll band, Jon Bon Jovi took a stab at respectability with Blaze of Glory, the non-soundtrack to the film Young Guns II. Given his cowboy songs on Bon Jovi albums, it made sense that he'd be "inspired" by the Western, and he filled these songs (written without the help of bandmate Richie Sambora or Desmond Child) with references to shoot-'em-ups. Mainstream rock producer Danny Kortchmar put together the studio band, along with guest stars Jeff Beck, Elton John, and Little Richard, and the sound had more space and less drive than the lite-metal of Bon Jovi. Unfortunately, that kind of approach puts the spotlight squarely on the singer/songwriter, and Jon wasn't quite up to the scrutiny. The New Jersey cowboy tried to howl his way through, and his still-faithful fans dutifully bought the record, but Jon wasn't really ready to carry off a starring role without his usual supporting cast.

William Ruhlmann, All-Music Guide


It must have been a hard job enlisting someone to write to music for Young Guns II. There simply aren't many great songwriters capable of overblown rock ballads which keep a straight face long enough to move you. Jon Bon Jovi, though, is not without a certain pedigree in this department: "Livin' On A Prayer", "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead" and "Wanted Dead Or Alive" are masterpieces of the genre that deserve far more respect than received wisdom would have you believe. And the good news is that--on Young Guns II--there is plenty more where that came from. You may be familiar with the hit single "Blaze Of Glory"; it sounds positively restrained next to "Blood Money" and "Never Say Die". There is something tremendously likeable about Jon Bon Jovi at the best of times. Like his New Jersey(tm) role model Bruce Springsteen, the blue collar sensibility has weathered the ascension to superstardom. Unlike Bruce though, Jon Bon Jovi is more than happy to dash off unabashed epics for post-brat pack celluloid homages to John Ford, boasting titles such as "Justice In The Barrel" and "Dyin' Ain't Much Of A Livin'". In a profession already bursting with people who take themselves too seriously, this is undoubtedly a good thing.

Peter Paphides, Amazon.co.uk Review



Blaze Of Glory, das erste Solo-Album des Bon Jovi-Bandleaders, wurde inspiriert durch den Western Young Guns II. Die Hitsingle "Blaze Of Glory" hielt sich wochenlang in den Charts. Den besonderen Reiz des Albums aber machen vor allem die weniger bekannten Songs wie "Santa Fe", "Bang A Drum" oder "Justice In The Barrel" aus. Diese Songs verdeutlichen Jon Bon Jovis Affinität zu einer Westernromantik, die schon 1986 im Riesenhit "Wanted Dead Or Alive" anklang. Man merkt, daß Jon Bon Jovi sein ganzes Herzblut in diese Platte gesteckt hat. Nicht umsonst darf er erstmals zwei Songs seinen großen Vorbildern widmen: Bob Dylan und Little Steven. Blaze Of Glory verzichtet bewußt auf gewohnten Bon Jovi-Bombast und konzentriert sich deutlich mehr auf das Songwriting, so daß bei manchen der Kleinode staubtrockende Wüstenatmosphäre aufkommt, und der Hörer sich tatsächlich in die Zeit von Billie The Kid zurückversetzt fühlt. Dem Sänger und Gitarristen standen illustre Gäste zur Seite, die Blaze Of Glory mit ihrer Mitarbeit veredelten: Elton John, Jeff Beck und Benmont Tench (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers) unterstützten den Boy aus New Jersey bei seinem ersten Alleingang.

Dirk Ruschepaul, Amazon.de



Inspiriert von dem Western Young Guns II reitet der Hardrock-Cowboy erstmals solo. Doch kreuzen berüchtigte Musik-Haudegen seinen Weg. Mit Little Richard bluest der Frauen-Liebling in You Really Got me Now um die Wette, Jeff Beck schießt mit atemberaubenden Gitarren-Soli wie in Justice In The Barrel um sich, Elton John liefert ein Stimmen-Duell beim temperamentvollen Duett Dyin' Ain't Much Of Livin' und Aldo Nova zückt die Gitarre unter anderem bei der von Streichern begleiteten Hymne Santa Fé.

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Während Madonna mit ihren Inspirationen zum Film "Dick Tracy" eine künstlersiche Bauchlandung erlitt, macht Jon Bon Jovis Ausflug ins Filmmusik-Geschäft Spaß. Der Boß der Hardrocker Bon Jovi versammelte zum Highnoon Topmusiker wie Jeff Beck, Elton John und Little Richard - und fängt die Westernatmosphäre von "Young Guns II" packend ein. Typische Bon- Jovi-Fetzer ("Billy Get Your Guns") stehen neben eingängigem Mainstream ("Miracle"), und fürs Herz gibt es eine gefühlvolle Rockballade ("Santa Fe") und eine wunderschöne Akustik-Nummer ("Blood Money"). Ergebnis: der bisher fesselndste Bon-Jovi-Showdown. ** Klang.: 06-07

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Billy Get Your Guns

[William Bonney:] "Yoo-hoo, I'll make you famous!"

I just seen trouble, he's calling out your name tonight
Billy get your guns
You could walk away but I know you were born to fight
So Billy get your guns
The bandileros are strung out in the promenade
Billy get your guns
And the wind whispers softly that the devil's to blame
Billy get your guns

Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the price of fame
And it'll never change
Billy get your guns

There's a whiskey bottle empty sittin' on the bar
Billy get your guns
And some organ grinder singing about some sucker moving on
Billy get your guns
All the whores are hanging out waiting to get paid
Billy get your guns
From some Johnny on the spot who said hey keep the change baby
Billy get your guns

Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the price of fame
And it'll never change
No, Billy get your guns

They christened you with whiskey
And there's fire running through your veins
Well you're an outlaw just the same
And every night a bullet wears your name

[Guitar solo]

Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the price of fame
And it'll never change
No, Billy get your guns

I've seen a hangman dancing beneath the pale moonlight
Billy get your guns
And every stranger that you meet thinks it's his lucky night
Billy get your guns
I don't envy you Billy but I want to say
You better get your guns
'Cause every outlaw that's died will live to ride again
Billy get your guns

Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the price of fame
And it'll never change
Billy get your guns, Billy get your guns
Billy get your guns, Billy get your guns


Miracle

A penny for your thoughts now baby
Looks like the weight of the world's on your shoulders now
I know you think you're going crazy
Just when it seems everything's gonna work itself out
They drive you right back down

And you said it ain't fair
That a man walks
When a bird can fly
We have to kick the ground
The stars kiss the sky
They say that spirits live
A man has to die
They promised us truth
Now they're giving us lies

Gonna take a miracle top save us this time (ooh...)
And your savior has just left town
Gonna need a miracle 'cause it's all on the line
And I won't let you down
(No I won't let you down, ooh...)
The river of your hope is flooding
And I know the dam is busted
If you need me I'll come running
I won't let you down... no, no

You're looking for salvation
You thought that it'd be shining like an angel's light, yeah
Well, the angels left this nation
And salvation caught the last train out tonight
He lost a hell of a fight

He said: "I'm just one man, that's all I'll ever be
I never can be everything you wanted from me
I've got big plans so big that any blind man could see
I'm standing in the river
Now I'm drowning in the sea

Gonna take a miracle top save us this time (ooh...)
And your savior has just left town
Gonna need a miracle 'cause your heart's on the line
And your heartbeat is slowing down (heartbeat's blowing, ooh...)
Your feet are grounded still you're reaching for the sky
You can let 'em clip your wings 'cause I believe that you can fly

[Solo (fly baby)]

Well my eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the flood
I've driven deep the thorny crown into the soul of someone's son
Still I'll look you in the eye 'cause I've believed in things I've thought
And I'll die without regret for the wars I have fought

Gonna take a miracle top save you this time (ooh...)
And your savior has just left town
Gonna need a miracle 'cause your heart's doing time
And your conscience is calling you out (conscience's calling, ooh...)
It ain't all for nothing
Life ain't written in the sand
I know the tide is coming
But it's time we made a stand with a miracle

Gonna take a miracle, I need a miracle
I need a miracle, I need a miracle
Na, miracle (miracle) oh...


Blaze Of Glory"

[Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock:] "You are not a God."
[William Bonney:] "Why don't you pull the trigger and find out"

I wake up in the morning
And I raise my weary head
I've got an old coat for a pillow
And the earth was last night's bed
I don't know where I'm going
Only God knows where I've been
I'm a devil on the run
A six gun lover
A candle in the wind, yeah

When you're brought into this world
They say you're born in sin
Well at least they gave me something
I didn't have to steal or have to win
Well, they tell me that I'm wanted
Yeah, I'm a wanted man
I'm a colt through your stable
I'm what Cain was to Abel
Mister catch me if you can

I'm going down (down) in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I'm going out (out) in a blaze of glory
And Lord, I never drew first but I drew first blood
I'm no one's son, call me young gun

You ask about my conscience
And I offer you my soul
You ask if I'll grow to be a wise man
Well I ask if I'll grow old
You ask me if I've known love
And what it's like to sing songs in the rain
Well I've seen love come, I've seen it shot down
I've seen it die in vain

Shot down (down) in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
'Cause I'm going down (down) in a blaze of glory
Lord, I never drew first but I drew first blood
I'm the devil's son, call me young gun, na... yeah

[Guitar solo]

Each night I go to bed
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
No I ain't looking for forgiveness
But before I'm six foot deep
Lord, I gotta ask a favor
And I hope you'll understand
'Cause I've lived life to the fullest
Let this boy's die like a man
Staring down a bullet
Let me make my final stand

Shot down (down) in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I'm going out (out) in a blaze of glory
Lord, I never drew first but I drew first blood
I'm no one's son, call me young gun
I'm a young gun, yeah
Young gun, yeah..., Young gun


Blood Money

Hey Patty Garrett that's what I used to call you
They tell me you want me but I hear they've got you
They made you a lawman with a badge made of silver
They paid you some money to sell them my blood

But you say, this ain't about me and this ain't about you
Or the good and the bad times we've both been through
When the lines between brothers and justice have changed
You do what you've gotta cause you can't walk away

Wonder what would of have happened if you were the killer and I was the hero
Would things be the same ?
Or would I have traded your life for my own life ?
Would I have paid your debts in your place ?
I don't know

But this ain't about me and this ain't about you
Or the good and the bad times we've both been through
When the lines between brothers and justice have changed
You do what you've gotta cause you can't walk away

Blood money, that's what I call it
'Cause money for blood ain't no fair exchange
Blood money
Bought and then sold you
But your conscience is all you can take to your grave


Santa Fe

They say that no man is an island
And good things come to those who wait
But the things I hear are there just to remind me
Every dog will have his day

The spirits, they intoxicate me
I watched them infiltrate my soul
They try to say it's too late for me
Tell my guns I'm coming home

I swear I'm gonna live forever
Tell my maker he can wait
I'm riding somewhere south of heaven
Heading back to Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe

Once I was promised absolution
There's only one solution for my sins
You gotta face your ghosts and know with no illusions
That only one of you is going home again

And I blame this world for making a good man evil
It's this world that can drive a good man mad
And it's this world that turns a killer into a hero
Well I blame this world for making a good man bad

Now I ain't getting into heaven if the devil has his way
I swear I'm gonna live forever
Heading back to Santa Fe
Got debts to pay in Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe
Lord have mercy

[Guitar solo]

So I save a prayer when I need it most
To the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
And sign it from a sinner with no name
When I meet my maker
Will he close the book on the hearts I broke and the lives I took ?
Will he walk away 'cause my soul's too late to save ?

Now I ain't getting into heaven
If the devil has his way
I swear I'm gonna live forever
Heading back to Santa Fe
Got debts to pay in Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe


Justice In Barrel

[Vocals: Lou Diamond Phillips and Julia Waters]

There's no country, there's no freedom
There's no you, there's no me
There's no justice, there's no justice, there's no justice

Hey mister can you help me
I'm a loner on the run
I'm just looking for tomorrow
And I ain't gonna hurt no one

I jumped headfirst into a bottle
I was looking for a friend
Came up just short of nothing
I didn't find the truth, I only found an end

So tell me who's gonna save me
Or my father or my son
When the only justice a man can see
Is the barrel of a loaded gun, oh yeah

I been broke and I've been hungry
I think they're both my middle name, ooh
But I don't never ever never seem to get enough
Still guess I guess complain

'Cause what you get in life you take it
You've gotta hold on, make it last, ooh
They say good things come to those who wait
But it's life that goes so fast

And when there's just one rule you live by
Each day you kiss the rising sun
When you live and die by the life we breathe
In the barrel of a loaded...

Gun talk to me in my sleep at night
And a gun somewhere is burning with my name

[Guitar solo]

Winners are losers
And losers will have to face all those yesterdays
And all of the dreams they blew away

So Mister can you help me or are you my gun
Have the ghosts of justice brought you here to me to taste, ooh
The barrel of a loaded gun

There's justice in the barrel of a loaded gun
Justice in the barrel of a loaded gun
Justice in the barrel of a loaded gun
Justice in the barrel of a loaded gun


Never Say Die

As we stood there older than men
And younger than the boys (that's right)
We were as still as the wind
That blows on a hot August night

And you were lonesome as a jukebox
But deadly just the same
I could be as gentle as a newborn
Then spit into the eye of a hurricane

And we knew how to laugh
And we knew how to cry
Yeah, we sure knew how to live
But we don't ever

Never say die, never say die

I guess you'd say we had a pact
These words we knew so well (that's right)
Still they remained unspoken
And we'd take them to the fiery gates of hell

Once I was afraid of love
But when it's your brother those things change
'Cause love is just another word for trust
So hear me when I say

Never say die, never say no
You got to look 'em in the eye and don't let go
When it's your own blood you'll bleed
And your own tears you'll cry
When you're brought up to believe
That it's the strong who survive
Never say die

[Guitar solo]

Yeah, and we could run like lightning (we could run like lightning)
Through the pouring rain (through the rain)
And we'll be standing like a soldier
Who comes marching home again (left, right, left, right)

They ask what it is that I want written (they ask what it is that I want written)
On the gravestone where I'll lie (on the gravestone where I'll lie)
Tell them it's just my bones that died there (tell them it's just my bones that died there)
So save the tears they'll cry (so save the tears they'll cry)

My spirit is still riding somewhere's in this night
And it's these three words that come to me
As I kiss this world good bye

Never say die, never say no
You got to look 'em in the eye and don't let go
When it's your own blood you'll bleed
And your own tears you'll cry
When you're brought up to believe
That it's the strong who survive
Never say die, never say die... (that's right)


You Really Got Me Now

1, 2, 3, 4
Well you're dancing with the shadow
You been talking in your sleep
Well you can walk on water
But don't want to wet your feet

You really got me, you really got me now
You know I don't know how you do it
But you really put me through it
You got me, yeah

You say you talk to everyone
Who is anyone in town
But they don't recognize you
With your feet out of your mouth

You really got me, you really got me now, yeah
You know I don't know how you do it
But you really drive me through it
You got me

Who am I to judge a man who says that's he's his own biggest fan
It's true / Richard...

[Piano solo]

You brought a knife out to a gunfight
And you're shouting that I'm dead
My old friends Smith and Wesson
Think you're in over your head

You really got me, you really got me now
You know I don't know how you do it
But you really drive me through it
You got me now

You really got me, you really got me now
You burn your bridges baby
You know I don't know how you do it
But you really put me through it
You got me, yeah


Bang A Drum

I went to see the preacher to teach me how to pray
He looked at me and smiled
Then that preacher turned away
He said if you want to tell him something
You ain't gotta fold your hands
Say it with your heart, your soul and believe it
And I'd say amen

Bang a drum for the sinners
Bang a drum for the sins
Bang a drum for the losers
And those who win
Bang a drum, bang it loudly
Or as soft as you need
Bang a drum for yourself son
And a drum for me
Ooh, let me hear you say yeah (yeah), hallelujah, amen

I called upon my brother just the other day
He said: John I'm gonna die if I don't start to live again
I work each day and night like clockwork
Just trying to make ends meet
I could kick this bad world's ass
If I could just get on my feet

I'd bang a drum for the dying
Bang a drum for the truth
Bang a drum for the innocence lost in our youth
Bang a drum, bang it loudly
Or as soft as you need
Bang a drum for you brother
And a drum for me

I don't know where all the rivers run
I don't know how far, I don't know how come
Well I'm gonna die believin' each step that I take
Ain't worth the ground that I walk on
If we don't walk it our way

[Guitar solo] (ooh...)

No I don't claim to be a wiseman, a poet or a saint
I'm just another man who's searching for a better way
But my heart beats loud as thunder
For the things that I believe
Sometimes I wanna run for cover
Sometimes I want to scream

Bang a drum for tomorrow
Bang a drum for the past
Bang a drum for the heroes that won't come back
Bang a drum for the promise
Bang a drum for the lies
Bang a drum for the lovers and the tears they've cried
Bang a drum, bang it loudly
Or as soft as you need
But as long as my heart keeps on bangin'
I got a reason to believe (I got a reason to believe)

(Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, hallelujah, amen)
Let me hear you say yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) oh yeah
Let me hear you say yeah (yeah) hallelujah, amen
Come on now (yeah) yeah (yeah) oh yeah
Let me hear you say yeah (yeah) hallelujah, amen
All right girls (yeah) brother (yeah) yeah (yeah) oh yeah
Let me hear you say yeah (yeah) hallelujah, amen


Dyin' Ain't Much Of A Livin'

[Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock:]
"You rode a 15 year old boy straight to his grave and the rest of us straight to hell."

A whiskey bottle comforts me
And tells me not to cry
While a full moon says a prayer for me
I try to close my eyes

But the night's there to remind me
Of the guns and the early graves
The ghosts appear as I fall asleep
To sing an outlaw's serenade

Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're livin' on the run
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done ?
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young

Oh... the desert's been a friend to me
It covers me by night
And a snakebite's not my enemy
But it taught me how to fight

All this fame don't bring you freedom
Though it wears a thin disguise
And an outlaw is just a man to me
And a man has to die

Oh, dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're livin' on the run
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done ?
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
na...

And I hope someone will pray for me
When it's my turn to die... pray for me

Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're livin' on the run
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done ?
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
na...


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