Someone asked me what the difference between Punk and Heavy Metal-(This is what Metal is to me.)

...in 1903 at a rest place on the railroad track W C Handy sat by that gent who was stroking his guitar with a dull knife. That was metal hitting metal. When the trains passed its metal wheels were hitting the metal railroad.                                                                                
What was that sound?
It was like the metal hammer hitting the spikes that were driven into Jesus…
                                               
 What was that sound?

                                                         Heavy Metal!______________________________

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