(1) Roy Wood’s post- ELO proj… Read Full Bio ↴There are several artists under this name:
(1) Roy Wood’s post- ELO project.
(2) A 'blackened' heavy metal band from Finland.
(3) A heavy metal band from Belgium
(4) A heavy metal band from Hoting, Sweden
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(1) Wizzard was Roy Wood’s post- ELO project. Formed in Wood's hometown of Birmingham, Warwickshire in 1972, they made catchy, jazzy glam-rock hit singles like "Angel Fingers" and "See My Baby Jive" with a retro, Phil Spector-style "wall of sound" production. At the same time, they produced decidedly odd, almost avant-garde albums like Wizzard Brew. They remained active until around 1975.
(2) One of them is a 'blackened' heavy metal band from Finland. It enjoyed some success in Finland and Germany though even some fans wondered why they had taken the name of Roy Wood's famous band – the other z was actually added because the band didn't want to be confused with the German band Wizard. The band was founded by Teemu Kautonen as his solo-project in August 1995, and he handled all the instruments on the first demo, Teemu moved the band to Germany in April 1997 adding new local musicians CY and Daniel to the line-up. In August Teemu returned to Finland, but moved back to Germany in January 2001, and CY and Daniel came along again. Also a new guitarist Johnny joined the band.
Last known lineup:
Teemu Kautonen aka Hexenmeister - Vocals, originally also Bass & Guitars
CY aka Grobi - Drums
Daniel - Lead Guitars, Bass
Johnny - Rhythm Guitars
Discography;
I am the King, Demo, 1997
Children of Bodom, Split, 1997
Devilmusick, Full-length, 1998
Wizzard, Full-length, 1999
Songs of Sins & Decadence, Full-length, 2000
Tormentor, EP, 2000
Black Heavy Metal. Full-length, 2001
Metal Forever Vol. 1, Split, 2003
(3) Wizzard is a local Heavy Metal band from Belgium
(4) Wizzard were formed as a band in the early 1980s in Hoting, Sweden
They released the single Ninya Warrior 1986
The band split up after that record and reunited in 2023 when they played in Germany
The Tell-Tale Heart
Wizzard Lyrics
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Echoes from the past in my round-the-clock nightmares
Though I see disbelief in the faces of the men in white
I know they are real
As long as I remember I had hated him
The old goat, the black sheep of my kin
At nights I used to watch him in his sleep Dreaming of the sleep lasting eternally
As much as I hated his words and his deeds
For long I dared to do nothing but dream
Yet in the late hours of that night
I sneaked into his bedroom with murder in my eyes
And I stabbed him over and over again
Till I bathed in his stinking blood
I hid his dismembered corpse
Into a small hole under the floor
I had been thorough so I could never be caught
So I remained calm when the police came to my door
I asked them in for a cup of tea
Those chattering fools, they never suspected me
That sound... what on earth is it?
It seems to be coming from... below the floor
The pounding sound... as if there was... a heart beating!
Oh my god, this is going to be my end
Though every beat was louder than the one before
The police kept on chatting as if they had heard nothing at all
Soon my whole universe was just a beating heart
With my screams of panic collapsed my calm facade
Revealed by the heart
beats, the singer in Wizzard's "The Tell-Tale Heart" is a murderer plagued by guilt, paranoia, and growing terror. The slow beats of the heart, reminiscent of the thumping heart of Edgar Allan Poe's horror tale, serve as a relentless reminder of the singer's crime. Despite the singer's desire to convince himself that the heartbeats are but echoes from the past, he knows they are real. As the story unfolds, we learn that the singer had harbored a strong hatred for the victim, an old goat, and that he had dreamed of murdering him for years. With murder in his eyes, the singer sneaks into the victim's bedroom and stabs him over and over again until he is bathed in his blood. He dismembers the corpse and hides it under the floor.
The singer's guilt and paranoia consume him as he questions whether the police investigating the murder know of his involvement. The eerie pounding of the heartbeats from beneath the floor intensifies, and the singer's calm facade crumbles, revealing his guilt to the police. The song's haunting lyrics reveal the devastating psychological toll of guilt and remorse on an individual.
Line by Line Meaning
The slow beats of the heart
I constantly hear the beating of the heart of the person I killed
Echoes from the past in my round-the-clock nightmares
The memory of the murder haunts me day and night
Though I see disbelief in the faces of the men in white
The doctors don't believe what I'm saying about hearing the heart
I know they are real
But I know the sound of the heart is real
As long as I remember I had hated him
I despised the person I killed for as long as I can remember
The old goat, the black sheep of my kin
He was the outcast of my family and I never liked him
At nights I used to watch him in his sleep
I spent some nights watching him as he slept
Dreaming of the sleep lasting eternally
Wishing he would never wake up
As much as I hated his words and his deeds
I despised everything he said or did
For long I dared to do nothing but dream
I never acted on my hatred, only dreaming of harming him
Yet in the late hours of that night
But one night I finally acted on my feelings
I sneaked into his bedroom with murder in my eyes
I entered his room with the intention of killing him
And I stabbed him over and over again
I repeatedly stabbed him until he died
Till I bathed in his stinking blood
I was covered in his foul-smelling blood
I hid his dismembered corpse
I concealed his body parts in a small space beneath the floor
Into a small hole under the floor
I placed his remains in a concealed spot under the floor
I had been thorough so I could never be caught
I made sure to cover my tracks and not leave any evidence behind
So I remained calm when the police came to my door
When the police arrived to investigate, I acted calm and collected
I asked them in for a cup of tea
I invited them inside my house for a beverage
Those chattering fools, they never suspected me
The police didn't suspect me of any wrongdoing, despite their conversation with me
That sound... what on earth is it?
I begin to hear the sound of the victim's heart beating
It seems to be coming from... below the floor
I locate the source of the sound to be underneath the floorboards
The pounding sound... as if there was... a heart beating!
The sound of the heart becomes increasingly louder and more noticeable
Oh my god, this is going to be my end
I begin to panic, realizing that the sound of the heart will lead to my capture
Though every beat was louder than the one before
The sound of the heart becomes increasingly louder and persistent
The police kept on chatting as if they had heard nothing at all
The police continue to talk, oblivious to the sound of the heart
Soon my whole universe was just a beating heart
The sound of the heart takes over my thoughts and becomes all-consuming
With my screams of panic collapsed my calm facade
I become overwhelmed with fear and lose my composure, revealing my guilt
Revealed by the heart
The sound of the victim's heart ultimately reveals my guilt and leads to my downfall
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