The first album is more traditionally metal-sounding, drawing inspiration from Black Sabbath, Motörhead and 1970s Judas Priest, while the second has significant hardcore punk/crossover influence. Both are fit neatly into the speed thrash genre, however. The lyrical themes include nihilism, anti-religious sentiment, a mockery of racism, intolerance, and general human stupidity, a heap of cynicism, and explicit tongue-in-cheek depictions of gore and despair. For example, this line from "Ground Zero Brooklyn" sums up the band fairly well: "I shit my pants as I wait for the reaper!". Song titles like "Jesus Hitler", "Race War", and "God is Dead" are also representative.
The first Type O Negative album, Slow Deep and Hard, was partially composed from material originally written for Carnivore.
Several reunion shows took place over the years. One of the shows was at Wacken Open Air 2006, where they had an 1.25 hour setlist.
Original Carnivore guitarist Keith Alexander died in a biking accident on July 11, 2005.
Peter Steele died on April 14, 2010, at the age of 48.
S.M.D
Carnivore Lyrics
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I'll shave my head or grow my hair
What makes you look over here
What are you queer?
Suck My Dick
Suck My Dick
Suck My Dick
You call my music sonic poison
But it gives me pleasure to aggravate
The ones I hate
Walking down the Streets
A Bottle grazes off your head
From a window someone laughing
Spitting on your head
Find a weapon bash their skulls in
Don't they make you sick
Kill these fucking pricks
Shins and bangers joing fight or one
Those who persecute battle til' they've won
Tired of being pressured
To join their plastic army
You conforming clones will be sorry
Suck
I won't change for anyone
My
Keep fighting 'til I'm done
Dick
I got a right to be myself
And you can go fuck yourself
The lyrics to Carnivore's song S.M.D. are extremely provocative and offensive in nature. In this song, the lead vocalist Peter Steele appears to be responding to the criticism he has received from society for his appearance and music, by lashing out and challenging their narrow-mindedness. The opening verse sets the tone for the track, with Steele suggesting that if people don't like his appearance, he is willing to change it, but questions why they are bothered by it in the first place. The chorus is particularly provocative, with Steele repeating the phrase "Suck My Dick" three times, challenging his critics to a level of intimacy that is deeply uncomfortable.
The second verse sees Steele respond to critics who have branded his music as "sonic poison", suggesting that he gets pleasure from annoying those whom he dislikes. The final verse is particularly violent in its language, with Steele advocating for the murder of those that he perceives as threatening him or his way of life.
Overall, S.M.D. is a deeply unsettling track that challenges societal norms and expectations, and presents a particularly nihilistic view of the world. The lyrics are aggressively provocative, and it is clear that the band are seeking to shock and provoke their audience into a reaction.
Line by Line Meaning
You don't like the clothes I wear
I don't care about your opinion on my fashion choices
I'll shave my head or grow my hair
I'll change my look as I please, regardless of your judgements
What makes you look over here
Why are you even paying attention to me?
What are you queer?
Are you attracted to me? Stop staring.
Suck My Dick
I'm not interested in your opinions, go away or perform oral sex on me
You call my music sonic poison
You criticize my music, but I don't care
Turn it down it's annoyin'
You want me to stop playing my music, but I won't
But it gives me pleasure to aggravate
I enjoy annoying people who dislike my music
The ones I hate
I annoy people I dislike
Walking down the Streets
Moving down a public road
A Bottle grazes off your head
Someone throws a bottle close to your head, but not hitting you
From a window someone laughing
An unknown person is laughing from a building's window
Spitting on your head
Someone spits on your head
Find a weapon bash their skulls in
I suggest using a weapon to attack the people who hurt you
Don't they make you sick
Aren't you revulsed by their actions?
Kill these fucking pricks
I advocate violently killing these people
Shins and bangers joing fight or one
People who kick with their shins and use weapons should band together to fight the enemy
Those who persecute battle til' they've won
Fight against those who oppress you until you achieve victory
Tired of being pressured
I'm exhausted from being coerced to conform
To join their plastic army
They want me to join their fake, rigid society
You conforming clones will be sorry
Everyone who conforms will ultimately regret their decisions
Suck
I'm not interested in what you have to say
I won't change for anyone
I refuse to change my beliefs or behavior for others
My
This is about me and my individuality
Keep fighting 'til I'm done
I'll keep fighting for my beliefs as long as it takes
Dick
I don't care about your opinions, leave me alone or perform oral sex on me
I got a right to be myself
I am entitled to be true to myself and my beliefs
And you can go fuck yourself
I don't care about your opinions, go away and leave me alone
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: PETER THOMAS STEELE
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