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02-24-2009, 09:35 PM | #256 |
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Watched "Taking Chance" today.
Afterwards, this song kept rolling though my mind. -------------------- 1916 - Motorhead Sixteen years old when I went to the war To fight for a land fit for heroes God on my side and a gun in my hand Chasing my days down to zero And I marched, and I fought And I bled, and I died And I never did get any older But I knew at the time That a year in the line Was a long enough life for a soldier We all volunteered And we wrote down our names And we added two years to our ages Eager for life And ahead of the game Ready for history's pages And we brawled, and we fought And we whored 'till we stood Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder At thirst for the Hun We were food for the gun And that's what you are when you're soldiers I heard my friend cry And he sank to his knees Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother And I fell by his side And that's how we died Clinging like kids to each other And I lay in the mud, and the guts and the blood And I wept as his body grew colder And I called for my mother, and she never came Though it wasn't my fault, and I wasn't to blame The day not half over, and ten thousand slain And now there's nobody remembers our names And that's how it is For a soldier
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We must all go through a rite of passage. It must be physical, it must be painful, and it must leave a mark. I have no knowledge of the events which you are describing, and if I did have knowledge of them, I would be unable to discuss them with you now or at any future period. Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years |
03-02-2009, 09:22 AM | #257 |
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If you need a friend,
don't look to a stranger, You know in the end, I'll always be there. And when you're in doubt, and when you're in danger, Take a look all around, and I'll be there. I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say. (I promise) I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be. (I promise) But if you wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me, I promise, I promise you I will. When your day is through, and so is your temper, You know what to do, I'm gonna always be there. Sometimes if I shout, it's not what's intended. These words just come out, with no gripe to bear. I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say. (I promise) I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be. (I promise) But if you wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me, I promise, I promise you... I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say. (I promise) I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be. (I promise) And if I had to walk the world, that make you fall for me, I promise you, I promise you I will.
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03-06-2009, 08:55 AM | #258 |
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Saul Williams - Act III, Scene 2 (Shakespeare)
This is a call out to all the youth in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships To all the kids who download this song for free By any means To all the kids short on loot but high on dreams All the kids watching TV like, "Yo, I wish that was me." And all the kids pressing rewind on Let's Get Free I hear you To all the people within the sound of my voice Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare) Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line I didn't vote for this state of affairs My emotional state's got me prostrate, fearing my fears In all reality I'm under prepared 'Cause I'm ready for war but not sure if I'm ready to care And that's why I'm under prepared 'Cause I'm ready to fight But most fights got me fighting back tears 'Cause the truth is really I'm scared Not scared of the truth But just scared of the length you'll go to fight it I tried to hold my tongue, son I tried to bite it I'm not trying to start a riot or incite it 'Cause Brutus is an honorable man It's just coincidence that oil men would wage war on an oil rich land And this one goes out to my man taking cover in the trenches with a gun in his hand then gets home and no one flinches when he can't feed his fam But Brutus is an honorable man Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare) Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line If you have tears prepare to shed them now For you share the guilt of blood spilt in accordance with the Dow Jones Dow drops fresh crop skull and bones A machete in the heady, Hutu, Tutsi, Leone An Afghani in a shanty, doodle dandy yank on An Iraqi in Gap khaki, Coca Coma come on Be ye bishop or pawn In the streets or the lawn You should know that these example could go on and on and What since does it make to keep your ears to the street As long as oils in the soil, truth is never concrete So we dare to represent those with the barest of feet 'Cause the laws to which we're loyal keep the soil deplete It's our job to not let history repeat Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare) Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare) Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line (Shakespeare) Spit for the hated, the reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line So here's the plan The Ides of March are always at hand And when the power hungry strike They strike the poorest of man And if you dare put up a fight They'll come and fight for your land And they'll call it liberation or salvation A call to the youth Your freedom ain't so free, it's just loose But the power of your voice could redirect any truth Shift and shape the world you want And keep your fears in a noose Let them dangle from a banner star spangled I'm willing and able To lift my dreams up out of their cradle Nurse and nurture my ideals 'Til they're much more than a fable I can be all I can be and do much more than I'm paid to And I won't be a slave to What authorities say do My desire to live within a nation on fire Where creative passions burn and raise the stakes ever higher Where no person is addicted to some twisted supplier Who promotes the sort of freedom sold to the highest buyer We demand a truth naturally at one with the land Not a plant that photosynthesizes bombs on demand Or a search for any weapons we let fall from our hands I got beats and a plan I'mma do what I can And what you do is question everything they say do Every goal ideal or value they keep pushing on you If they ask you to believe it question whether it's true If they ask you to achieve, is it for them or for you? You're the one they're asking to go carry a gun Warfare ain't humanitarian You're scaring me, son Why not fight to feed the homeless, jobless, fight inflation? Why not fight for our own healthcare and our education? And instead, invest in that erasable lead 'Cause their twisted propaganda can't erase all the dead And the pile of corpses pyramid on top of our heads Or nevermind, said the shotgun to the head |
03-06-2009, 09:04 AM | #259 |
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And if you like that sort of thing, check out Immortal Technique:
Immortal Technique - That's What It Is Yeah...Yeah... Used to run around, gettin my fight in the streets on Back in the day, before Harlem had a green zone What god is a good education with no direction? Like the right to vote with no one to vote for in an election Like the gun with no bullets in the clip for protection Like the crowd packed in the front, without the midsection Used to live robbin and stealin and being reckless It took time for my mind to put the ghetto in perspective I used to live in the back, of a holding van Used to be offbeat, like the white girls' shoulder dance I wrote rhymes acappella, no beat, behind bars Shed blood to make it like the story behind scars I used to be a battle champion, in the meanwhile Before some of you little fuckers learned to freestyle Prematurely senile, underground primadonnas I was Oliver North during Iran Contra Cause I never snitched, and that's backed by evidence I learned it from watchin' you, don't ever forget it bitch Cause everybody knows how the government do They never snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on you Evolution from Australopithecus Primitive commercial shit to hard-core lyricist Your wax is useless Rappers are dropping like Icarus Technological revolution, nigga picture this Yeah... I told you what it was, but this is what it is now Lyrical bullets packed to the top of the clip now Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting this shit down Fellas put your hands up, and all the women strip down That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just apocalypse Talk politics to the populace Or challenge what the market is With militant caucuses That'll smash the spirit of hip hop out the sarcophagus This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the drama on I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on Ramadan Hip hop reparations, now we taking back Delucci Don't tell me you spent it on coke like Danny Bonaduce We're tired of being on the outside, looking in Wondering what the fuck hip hop would've been This is what it is, as opposed to what it used to be And this is your corporate tax ID eulogy Dominant species, the new breed, that won't let you breath I'll make you die for what I believe So we got nothin in common There ain't no comparison You got beef with niggas, I got beef with Aryans White power, Nazi, European Americans, Rapid poverty pimps, and fake vegetarians The resurrection, ripping a bull through the record section Flight connection to the gentry board of all guerrilla lessons Fuck a middle man distributor, I got a choice now This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown man's voice now Toured the country four times over, I'm older and wiser Poisonous words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva I told you what it was, but this is what it is now .50 caliber bullets, I don't need a clip now Fuck your private jet nigga, we shootin the shit down Bomb Wall Street and make the stock market dip down I told you what it was, but this is what it is now If you the shit nigga, I don't care about shit now I play the role of Abraham, idols get ripped down Melt the ice caps, and make all of this shit drown |
03-06-2009, 04:57 PM | #260 |
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WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
(George Weiss / Bob Thiele) I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself, what a wonderful world The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?" They're really saying "I love you" I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow They'll learn much more than I'll ever know And I think to myself, what a wonderful world Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world Oh yeah |
03-11-2009, 12:34 PM | #261 |
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"Stars"
Anyone who ever held you Would tell you the way I'm feeling Anyone who ever wanted you Would try to tell you what I feel inside The only thing I ever wanted Was the feeling that you ain't faking The only one you ever thought about Wait a minute can't you see that I I wanna fall from the stars Straight into your arms I, I feel you I hope you comprehend For the man who tried to hurt you He's explaining the way I'm feeling For all the jealousy I caused you States the reason why I'm trying to hide As for all the things you taught me It sends my future into clearer dimensions You'll never know how much you hurt me Stay a minute can't you see that I I wanna fall from the stars Straight into your arms I, I feel you I hope you comprehend Too many hearts are broken A lover's promise never came with a maybe So many words are left unspoken The silent voices are driving me crazy As for all the pain you caused me Making up could never be your intention You'll never know how much you hurt me Stay can't you see that I I wanna fall from the stars Straight into your arms I, I feel you I hope you comprehend
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03-22-2009, 08:52 AM | #262 |
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Silent House by Crowded House
Written by Neil Finn about his mother It makes me all teary, and also makes me so grateful that although I'm not an internationally appreciated, talented, Kiwi songwriter/ singer/ genius, I do have this chance to live with the 'rents and love them for who they are. Not sure which they would choose tho' Silent House These walls Have eyes Rows of photographs And faces like mine Who do We become Without knowing where We started from It’s true I’m missing you And I stand alone Inside your room Everything that you made by hand Everything that you know by heart I will try to connect All the pieces you’ve left I will carry it on And let you forget I’ll remember the years When your mind was still clear All the flickering lights That filled up this silent house One room Two beds In the closet hangs Your favourite dress Good books And the best that you ever had Are in pieces now The pages ashred Everything that you made by hand Everything that you know by heart I will try to connect All the pieces you’ve left I will carry it on And let you forget I’ll remember the years When your mind was still clear All the flickering lights That filled up this silent house Everything that you made by hand Everything that you know by heart All the names that you can’t recall I will try to connect All the pieces you’ve left I will carry it on And let you forget I’ll remember the years When your mind was still clear All the flickering lights That filled up this silent house Found this. And had to put it in. I know it's not in the spirit of the thread, but although the words are beautiful (IMO, almost poetry) when set to music they grow another life. I do adore him. For the record - if I believed in angels, they would sound like Neil Finn.
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03-22-2009, 06:23 PM | #263 |
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PS - sorry to bang on.
But I just reread this & rewatched the YouTube clip. Good lord, I adore this man. I mean, really. His voice His musical ability (he plays SO many instruments!) His amazing stream-of-consciousness lyrics You know the Dinner Party game? Neil & Tim Finn have been on my list since I was 16. Paul Hester too. But he hanged himself.
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03-22-2009, 11:58 PM | #264 |
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how 'bout a little les mis?
[JAVERT] Now bring me prisoner 24601 Your time is up And your parole's begun You know what that means. [VALJEAN] Yes, it means I'm free. [JAVERT] No! It means you get Your yellow ticket-of-leave You are a thief [VALJEAN] I stole a loaf of bread. [JAVERT] You robbed a house. [VALJEAN] I broke a window pane. My sister's child was close to death And we were starving. [JAVERT] You will starve again Unless you learn the meaning of the law. [VALJEAN] I know the meaning of those 19 years A slave of the law [JAVERT] Five years for what you did The rest because you tried to run Yes, 24601. [VALJEAN] My name is Jean Valjean [JAVERT] And I am Javert Do not forget my name! Do not forget me, 24601. [PRISONERS] Look down, look down You'll always be a slave Look down, look down You're standing in your grave. [VALJEAN] Freedom is mine. The earth is still. I feel the wind. I breathe again. And the sky clears The world is waking. Drink from the pool. How clean the taste. Never forget the years, the waste. Nor forgive them For what they've done. They are the guilty - everyone. The day begins... And now lets see What this new world Will do for me! [He finds work on a farm] [FARMER] You'll have to go I'll pay you off for the day Collect your bits and pieces there And be on your way. [VALJEAN] You have given me half What the other men get! This handful of tin Wouldn't buy my sweat! [LABORER] You broke the law It's there for people to see Why should you get the same As honest men like me? [VALJEAN] Now every door is closed to me Another jail. Another key. Another chain For when I come to any town They check my papers And they find the mark of Cain In their eyes I see their fear `We do not want you here.' [He comes to an inn] [INKEEPER'S WIFE] My rooms are full And I've no supper to spare I'd like to help a stranger All we want is to be fair [VALJEAN] I will pay in advance I can sleep in a barn You see how dark it is I'm not some kind of dog! [INNKEEPER] You leave my house Or feel the weight of my rod We're law-abiding people here Thanks be to God. [They throw him out of the inn] [VALJEAN] And now I know how freedom feels The jailer always at your heels It is the law! This piece of paper in my hand That makes me cursed throughout the land It is the law! Like a cur I walk the street, The dirt beneath their feet. [He sits down despairingly outside a house from which emerges the Bishop of Digne.] [BISHOP] Come in, Sir, for you are weary, And the night is cold out there. Though our lives are very humble What we have, we have to share. There is wine here to revive you. There is bread to make you strong, There's a bed to rest till morning, Rest from pain, and rest from wrong. [VALJEAN] He let me eat my fill I had the lion's share The silver in my hand Cost twice what I had earned In all those nineteen years - That lifetime of despair And yet he trusted me. The old fool trusted me - He'd done his bit of good I played the grateful serf And thanked him like I should But when the house was still, I got up in the night. Took the silver Took my flight! [Taking the silver cup, he runs off, but is brought back by two constables]
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03-23-2009, 12:22 AM | #265 |
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Touch of Grey - the Dead
Must be getting early, clocks are running late. Paint my love a morning sky, its all cold. Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare Draw the curtains I dont care, but its all right I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive. I see youve got your list out, say your piece and kiss off. Guess I get the gist of it, but its all right Oh well anyway, sorry that you feel that way. Every silver linings got a touch of grey I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive. Its a lesson to me, the ablers and the beggars and the thieves The abcs we all think of, try to win a little love. I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years Its even worse than it appears, but its all right Cow is giving kerosene, kid cant read at seventeen The words he knows are all obscene, but its all right I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive. Shoe is on the hand that fits, thats all there really is to it Whistle through your teeth and spit, but its all right Oh well a touch of grey, kinda suits you anyway, Thats all I had to say, but its all right I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive. Its a lesson to me, the devils and the east and the free The abcs we all must face, try to save a little grace.
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum |
03-23-2009, 05:35 AM | #266 |
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All you need is love
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03-23-2009, 09:05 AM | #267 |
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Higher Love - stevie winwood
Think about it, there must be higher love Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above Without it, life is a wasted time Look inside your heart, Ill look inside mine Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what is fair? We walk blind and we try to see Falling behind in what could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Wheres that higher love I keep thinking of? Worlds are turning and were just hanging on Facing our fear and standing out there alone A yearning, and its real to me There must be someone whos feeling for me Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what is fair? We walk blind and we try to see Falling behind in what could be Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Bring me a higher love Wheres that higher love I keep thinking of?
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum |
03-23-2009, 10:02 AM | #268 |
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FTR, I've seen Les Mis live a stupid amount of times.
And it made me cry every time. I always hated the tourists for laughing during Lovely Ladies. I was fine with the song on the album, but cried buckets in the THEATRE! (was that right?) when Fantine sold her hair. Never did get round to reading the book though.
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03-23-2009, 10:03 AM | #269 |
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Nice Stevie Winwood, Bri.
Sigh...
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03-24-2009, 08:42 AM | #270 |
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If you listen you can hear it
It's the laughter in the street It's the motion in the music And the fire beneath your feet All the signs are right this time You don't have to try so very hard If you live in this world You're feelin' the change of the guard All the cowboys and your neighbors Can you swallow up your pride Take your guns off if you're willin' And you know we're on your side If you wanna get thru the years It's high time you played your card If you live in this world You're feelin' the change of the guard --Steely Dan (Fagen, Becker)
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