Scott Weiland
Scott Richard Weiland (/ˈwaɪlənd/, born Scott Richard Kline; October 27, 1967 – December 3, 2015) was an American musician, singer and songwriter. During a career spanning three decades, Weiland was best known as the lead singer of the band Stone Temple Pilots from 1989 to 2013, as well as the supergroup Velvet Revolver from 2003 to 2008. He also established himself as a solo artist, releasing two studio albums, two cover albums, a live album and collaborations with several other musicians since 1995.
Though derided by critics early in his career, Weiland's onstage persona was known as being flamboyant and chaotic; he was also known for constantly changing his appearance and vocal style, his use of a megaphone in concert for vocal effect, as well as his battles with substance abuse. Now widely viewed as a talented and versatile vocalist, Weiland has been ranked in the Top 100 Heavy Metal Vocalists by Hit Parader (No. 57).
In 2012, shortly before his departure from Stone Temple Pilots, Weiland formed Scott Weiland and the Wildabouts, receiving mixed reviews: some critics and fans noted Weiland's apparently failing health and dwindling energy. While touring for his 2015 album Blaster, Weiland died of a drug overdose on his tour bus in Minnesota at the age of 48. Upon his death, many critics and peers offered reevaluations of Weiland's life and career, including David Fricke of Rolling Stone and Billy Corgan of The Smashing Pumpkins, the latter calling Weiland one of three "voices of the generation" alongside Kurt Cobain and Layne Staley.
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- Happy in Galoshes released: 2008
- 12 Bar Blues released: 1998
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Arch Angel
by: Scott WeilandSome days I wish the world away
I wanna wash away the subtleties, burn away the Christmas tree
Best friends sometimes steal the gifts they give
He used to chase me round from London town
Christmas Day, New York, Paris, L.A., some day
He's an angel with a dirty face
Sneaks away to smoke a girt
What a break from a brutal life
Stole everything but genius
What's he like? Is he real? Hold on
I don't think I want to know the answers
Often think with a drink in my hand
That you knew your words would be appreciated some way
Some days I wish the world away
I wanna wash away the subtleties, burn away the Christmas tree
Best friends sometimes steal the gifts they give
He used to chase me round from London town
Christmas Day, New York, Paris, L.A., some day
Christmas Day we were the best of friends
Remember we fucked up the gravy
Hadn't seen such a smile on your face
Since we harmonized a little Bing Crosby
10 Days later your girl says yes
I can't live without you, you're my man
But the Christmas song just left your head
And you flew away with a broken wing, your way
Some days, I wish the world away
I wanna wash away the subtleties, burn away the Christmas tree
Best friends sometimes steal the gifts they give
He used to chase me round from London town
Christmas Day, New York, Paris, L.A., some day
Disarray, you just disappeared
Now I find out you're a super hero reborn
All your life was to be special and adored
Children need you as you are
Fighting evil with your supersonic sword
Some days, I wish the world away
I wanna wash away the subtleties, burn away the Christmas tree
Best friends sometimes steal the gifts they give
He used to chase me round from London town