After the demise of Hanoi Rocks, McCoy found himself with a solo contract with Mercury records, a failed band called Cherry Bombz and a heroin addiction. Once he had cleaned himself up he formed a group around singer billy g. bang! (another addict), bassist Dave Tregunna and drummer Paul Garisto (a New Yorker who had played with Iggy Pop among others).
The band was a headache for their label as stories of rampant drug use and fistfights with their producer abounded. However the debut album (Shooting Gallery) did get finished and released in 1992 with the first single being a remake of Cherry Bombz' minor hit "House Of Ecstasy". Promotion for the album stated, "if you scrapped all the dirt away, you wouldn't have anything left."
One time Dogs D'amour guitarist Jo Almeida joined the group when they hit the road. But sales were poor and despite releasing a sleaze metal classic they split apart and called it a day. Bang! resurfaced in the Slumlords as billy dragon while McCoy continues to record as a solo artist, or show up where least expected.
Restless
Shooting Gallery Lyrics
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Oh, you never shut up
Come hell or high water
You're still, you're still a chatterbox
You talk too much
Chatterbox
And I bet all the men who have been through your bed
I think they just messed up your head
Your little head
Messed up your head
When the tide comes in, yeah
It all starts to spin 'round
Don't get excited
'Cause it just might bring those feelings down
You make me restless
You make me restless
Your nose is frosty from blow
Up six days in a row
Was eight guys or ten guys you slept with?
Well, only heaven knows
High above
Welcome to Silicone City
It's all tits and ass to me
Where Tropicana mudwrestlers marry rock stars
Must be some local disease
L.A. sleaze
When the tide comes in, yeah
It all starts ro spin 'round
Don't get excited
'Cause it just might bring those feelings down
Fatal attraction
When you're in action
Just can't slow down
In the powder room, yeah
When you hit the ground
We'll be around
To kick you down
And leave you breathless
You make me restless
So restless
When the tide comes in, yeah
It all starts to spin 'round
Don't get excited
'Cause it just might bring those feelings down
You make me restless
You make me restless
You make me restless
So restless
You make me restless
You make me restless
So restless
Shut up!
The song "Restless" by Shooting Gallery conveys a theme of frustration towards a woman who talks too much and indulges in reckless behavior. The opening lines indicate annoyance towards the woman's incessant chatter, even in difficult situations. The following lines suggest that the woman's promiscuity has left her with psychological scars, as all the men she has been with have "messed up her head." The chorus highlights the restlessness caused by the woman's behavior, with the singer feeling a sense of impatience and frustration.
The verse about the woman's drug use and promiscuity suggests a hedonistic lifestyle and a lack of self-control. The chorus also implies that the woman's behavior has consequences, and the cycle will continue unless she slows down. The song concludes with a command to "shut up!", indicating that the singer has had enough of the woman's behavior.
Overall, the song conveys a sense of frustration and impatience towards destructive behavior, particularly towards women who engage in promiscuity and drug use. The singer suggests that this behavior leads to psychological and emotional damage, and that it is unsustainable in the long term.
Line by Line Meaning
You talk to much
You speak excessively
Oh, you never shut up
You talk incessantly
Come hell or high water
No matter what happens
You're still, you're still a chatterbox
You keep talking a lot
You talk too much
You speak excessively
Chatterbox
Someone who talks excessively
And I bet all the men who have been through your bed
I am sure all the men you slept with
Well, somehow now, baby I think they just messed up your head
I think they have damaged your thinking
Your little head
Your mind
Messed up your head
Damaged your thinking
When the tide comes in, yeah
When the conditions change
It all starts to spin 'round
Things become confusing
Don't get excited
Don't become enthusiastic
'Cause it just might bring those feelings down
Because it might disappoint you
You make me restless
You cause me to feel uneasy
Your nose is frosty from blow
Your nose is cold from cocaine use
Up six days in a row
You have stayed awake for six consecutive days
Was eight guys or ten guys you slept with?
Did you sleep with eight or ten guys?
Well, only heaven knows
Unknown or mysterious
High above
Far up in the sky
Welcome to Silicone City
Welcome to a place that is fake
It's all tits and ass to me
All you care about is physical appearance
Where Tropicana mudwrestlers marry rock stars
Where unexpected unions occur
Must be some local disease
It must be a common thing in this place
L.A. sleaze
The bad quality of being corrupt or immoral that is associated with L.A.
Fatal attraction
An irresistibly attractive quality
When you're in action
When you are doing something
Just can't slow down
You can't stop yourself
In the powder room, yeah
In the bathroom
When you hit the ground
When you collapse
We'll be around
We will be here
To kick you down
To make things worse for you
And leave you breathless
To exhaust you
You make me restless
You cause me to feel uneasy
So restless
Extremely uneasy
Shut up!
Stop talking
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: ANDY MCCOY
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