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N17 (sometimes known as November 17) is an Industrial metal band from Phoenix, Arizona, United States. They released two albums and were signed to Slipdisc Records (a division of Mercury Records) until the label closed in late 1999. They are also signed to Spitfire Records.
Formed in 1993 in Phoenix, Arizona, N17 was one of the original crossover electronic/metal bands. Maintaining a sound of timeless music with their record’s; debut Trust No One and follow-up Defy Everything, the group has stayed true to its run as a band. N17 combines aggressive sound-scapes with heavy guitar riffs, electronic elements and intensive drumming.
The band takes their name from the November 17, 1973, student uprising at Athens Polytechnic University. Twenty students were killed when Greek army tanks suppressed the protests, and the group formed in part to retaliate against the ruling military junta.
N17 has played and toured with notable bands including Marilyn Manson, Misfits, Fear Factory, Front Line Assembly, Type O Negative, Sevendust, Ministry, and many others.
If This Is Rock and Roll, I Want My Old Job Back is a 1991 album by Irish rock group The Saw Doctors. It was their debut album, and propelled them to national stardom. It included two of their most famous hits, "I Useta Lover" and "N17", the former was a nine-week number 1 in the Irish charts. The photograph on the album's front cover showed the fathers of the band members dressed in leather jackets, with the band themselves in exactly the same pose on the back cover.
Well I didn€™t see much future
When I left the Christian brothers school
So i waved it goodbye with a wistful smile
And I left the girls of Tuam
Sometimes when I€™m reminiscing
I see the prefabs and my old friends
And I know that they€™ll be changed or gone
By the time I get home again.
And I wish I was on the n17
Stone walls and the grass is greener
Travelling with just my thoughts and dreams
Well the ould fella left me to shannon
Was the last time I traveled that road
And ass we turned left at claregalway
I could feel a lump in my throat
As I pictured the thousands of times
That I traveled that well worn track
And I know that things will be different
If I ever decide to go back
Now as I tumble down highways
Or on filthy overcrowded trains
There€™s no one to talk to in transit
So I sit there and daydream in vain
Behind all those muddled up problems
Of living on a foreign soil
I can still see the twists and the turns on the road
From the square to the town of the tribes