
Jim Steinman
1947–2021
He didn’t just write songs —
he conjured thunder and kissed it goodnight
Lyrics:
Spoken Intro:
This isn’t a song
It’s a resurrection
A prayer in leather and fire
The ghost of a boy who never stopped dreaming…
And a man who made the dreams scream back
Verse:
He was born in a scream on a Saturday night
With a fistful of thunder and a match to ignite
He heard Wagner in the jukebox and fire in the rain
He wrote lullabies for heartbreak and symphonies for pain
In a world too afraid of the dark and the flame
He painted with gasoline and signed it with his name
He said, “If it ain’t worth dying for, it ain’t worth the rhyme”
And the clock always froze when he shattered time
Pre-Chorus:
And somewhere in the static
Between heaven and the wheel
He built a church from power chords
And every pew could feel
Chorus:
He wrote the storm and then rode it
With a choir of angels in overdrive
He lit up the sky with a sonnet
Then crashed it into the night
He gave the world a Bat and a Hell
And told the devil, “Make it swell”
Jim never whispered a word
He let the silence burn
Verse:
There were lovers on motorbikes chasing down fate
There were tears in the dashboard and blood in the gate
He said “Objects in the mirror” are closer than fear
And he meant every word like a chandelier
He built kingdoms in verses, cathedrals in screams
A teenage Messiah with carnivorous dreams
And when the world said “Too much,” he just smiled and wrote more
Because excess was truth in the gospel of lore
Bridge:
He told Meat:
“Sing like it’s life or death.”
And Meat said:
“Jim… that’s the only way I know.”
Chorus:
He wrote the storm and then rode it
On a phantom of piano keys
He made the thunder romantic
And kissed apocalypse with ease
He gave the moon to every teen
Who ever thought they were obscene
Jim never dialed it down
He only turned the sky around
Verse:
He burned so hot, even angels stepped back
Said, “You want forever? Then take the whole stack.”
He gave until giving was tearing him down
But he wore every scar like a midnight crown
They said, “Two out of three ain’t bad, just settle” — he refused
He’d rather go down in flames than play the part they’d choose
And when it all came back like a ghost in the room
He whispered the words they couldn’t consume
Pre-Chorus:
He fell into silence, but only to breathe
Just gathering thunder behind his teeth
And every broken dream that slipped through
He caught in the chords and sang it true
Chorus:
He wrote the storm and then rode it
Past the edge of mortal flame
With his name on the wind and the echo
Of a heart that no god could tame
He left the rules in ashes behind
And sang like the world was out of time
Jim wasn’t chasing the light…
He was the lightning’s mind
Verse:
Maybe he’s gone
Or maybe he’s just
Holding the final note
In a mansion of echo and smoke
Somewhere beyond the opera’s end
Where vampires write love songs again
Chorus:
He wrote the storm and then rode it
With a heart made of myth and chrome
He carved forever in vinyl
And made every misfit feel home
He lit a candle in the scream
And kissed the wreckage of the dream
Jim didn’t just write the fire…
He was the fire’s theme
Outro:
We still hear him in the silence
Where the thunder used to play
And every song that goes too far
Is just Jim…
Finding a way
So let the lights burn on in the night
For the one who never turned away—
The fire, the myth, the maestro:
Jim Steinman
Forever in the play
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