En el turbulento territorio del rock a principios del siglo XXI, se configuró una alineación explosiva que resonaría con fuerza: Velvet Revolver. La banda se originó en 2002, en Los Ángeles, California, de la mano de músicos que ya eran leyendas por derecho propio.
La unión de estos talentos dio lugar a Velvet Revolver, cuyo sonido feroz y actitud sin restricciones evocaba al apogeo del rock de los 80 y 90, aun estando inmersos en un nuevo milenio.
El primer álbum de Velvet Revolver, Contraband, se lanzó en junio de 2004. El disco fue un éxito comercial inmediato, debutando en el número uno en la lista Billboard 200. Canciones como "Slither" y "Fall to Pieces" se volvieron himnos, llevando a la banda a la cima de las listas.
El éxito de Contraband se vio reflejado en numerosos reconocimientos, incluyendo un premio Grammy por Mejor Interpretación de Hard Rock gracias a "Slither". A través de giras extensas, Velvet Revolver consolidó su reputación tanto entre los nostálgicos del rock clásico como entre una nueva generación de oyentes.
En 2007, Velvet Revolver lanzó su segundo álbum de estudio, Libertad. Con este trabajo, la banda exploró
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Lady Godivas Operation Song Lyrics
Lady Godivas Operation by Velvet Revolver Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely,
Pats the head of another curly-haired boy,
Just another toy.
Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely,
Saying words that have oh so clearly been said
So long ago.
Draperies wrapped gently around her shoulder,
Life has made her that much bolder now
That she [has] found out how.
Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy,
Pride and joy of the latest penny-fare,
Pretty passing care.
Hair today now dipped in the water,
Making love to every poor daughter's son,
Isn't it fun?
Now today, propping grace with envy,
Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there
And hasn't a care.
"Doctor is coming," the nurse thinks SWEETLY,
Turning on the machines that NEATLY PUMP AIR.
The body lies bare.
Shaved and hairless, what once was SCREAMING,
Now lies silent and ALMOST SLEEPING.
The rain must have gone away.
STRAPPED SECURELY TO THE WHITE TABLE,
ETHER CAUSES THE BODY TO WITHER AND WRITHE,
Underneath the white light.
THE DOCTOR ARRIVES WITH A KNIFE AND BAGGAGE
SEES THE GROWTH, JUST SO MUCH CABBAGE
That must now be cut away.
NOW COMES THE MOMENT OF GREAT, GREAT DECISION.
THE DOCTOR IS MAKING HIS FIRST INCISION.
One goes here,
AND ONE GOES THERE.
"The ether tube's leaking," says someone who's sloppy.
THE PATIENT, IT SEEMS, IS NOT SO WELL SLEEPING.
The screams echo off the walls.
Don't panic -- someone give him pentathol instantly.
The doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain.
BY MY COUNT OF TEN.
THE HEAD WON'T MOVE!
[N.B. Normal text is sung by John Cale; UPPER-CASE TEXT
IS SUNG/SPOKEN/SHOUTED BY LOU REED.]