The purpose of this thread is very simple: just say what song are you hearing at this moment

I start:
The Rolling Stones - Paint it black

Although under the watchful eye of our resident despot will this thread be sent to its timely doom:

I Will Hold My Head High - Third Day

And no water, try not to read into it

Because of this thread, I've just popped in Bach's Brandebourgeois concertos Nr. 2, Suite 3......

Nice.
Its never occured to me to play music while posting.

"And no water, try not to read into it "

You and water need to hook up one day and sexually intercourse the Easter Bunny from each other's blood.

The Rolling Stones - The last time

Who's water?

Oh, the prophetic powers of the universe!

It's sheer luck (hm hm) that I looked into this thread now.

I'm not listening to any music right now.

Hold on a second ... "Airbag" by Radiohead -- "In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe!!"

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Oh, and Gendanken, there will be no hooking up one day and sexually intercoursing the Easter Bunny from each other's blood.

Hi water, I didn't know you. How are you doing?

Sonata Arctica - Ain't your fairytale

"Oh, and Gendanken, there will be no hooking up one day and sexually intercoursing the Easter Bunny from each other's blood. "

Yeah, right.
All you have to do is rub your adjectives on his adverbs, and he'll be your pwecious internet crackwhore.

(Bouree....Bach is sheer bliss)

Jamiroquai - Little L :)

Jamiroquai - Twenty zero one

Dillinger escape plan - irony is a dead scene - Pig Latin

Iron Maiden - Deja vu :cool:

Iron Maiden - Dream of mirrors

Velvet Revolver - Set Me Free

Yeah, right.
All you have to do is rub your adjectives on his adverbs, and he'll be your pwecious internet crackwhore.

You think? And you will be the chaperon. Lovely.

"And no water, try not to read into it "

You and water need to hook up one day and sexually intercourse the Easter Bunny from each other's blood.

Next thing you know, blood and water will be pouring out my sides.

Queen- Dont stop me now

Michelle Branch - Desperately

Three Days Grace - Now or Never

Lucas, darling, this isn't a posting contest.

From now on, everyone posting what they're listening to must also post

1. The best line from the song they're listening to. If it is instrumental, they should make up the text according to the music.

2. Say the way that line connects to their innermost feeling of what the meaning of life is.




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GENDANKEN,

Post your Moonlight -- moonlit -- sonata wanderings! Or better, start a thread on that.

Wilco-"Theologians"

best line: "Inlitterati Lumen Fidei"

Bowling for Soup - Shut-up and Smile

"Throw your arms around someone (throw your arms around someone)
maybe spread a little love
I know it sounds a little dumb (or maybe I’m a little drunk)
But all we need is some ice cream and a hug."

water, are you're a moderator?

Roxette - Secrets that she keeps

1) Secrets that she keeps
2) Girls keep very many secrets

Guns n' Roses - Civil War

"What's so civil about war, anyway?"

'Cos it's such a great line.

water, are you're a moderator?

No. But I can still give organisational directions that lead to the betterment of a thread.

:)

Well dear, this thread is meant to be a quick way to say what a person is enjoying at that moment
Having to give an explanation of what the song means can discourage persons to post

Roxette - Dance away

Helloween - Juggernaut

a- barenaked ladies

"a is what fonzie said cuz he was very cool"

Tori Amos: Icicle.
It's all about masturbation :D

Kid Loco: Gypsy good time

U2 - Kite

Casting Crowns - Here I Go Again

So maybe this time I'll speak the words of life
With Your fire in my eyes
But that old familiar fear is tearing at my words
What am I so afraid of?

type 0 negative - burnt flowers fallen

Coldplay -- Amsterdam


Come on, oh my star is fading
I swerve out of control
If I'd, if I'd only waited
I'd not be stuck here in this hole.

Come here, oh my star is fading
and I swerve out of control
And I swear I waited and waited
I've got to get out of this hole.

But time is on your side, it's on your side now
Pushing you down and all around
It's no cause for concern

Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
And I know I'm dead on the surface
But I'm screaming underneath

And time is on your side, it's on your side now
Pushing you down and all around
It's no cause for concern

Stuck on the end of this ball and chain
And I'm on my way back down again
Stood on a bridge, tied to a noose
Sick to the stomach
You can say what what you mean
but it wont change a thing
I'm sick of the secrets
Stood on the edge
tied to a noose
You came along and you cut me loose
You came along and you cut me loose
You came along and you cut me loose

Hi water, I'm sorry but I can't stand Coldplay. I think that is an overrated band

OMD - The beginning and the end

Lucas,


It doesn't matter whether Coldplay are overrated or not -- and I too think that they are, but that's beside the point.
Some songs have a profound sentimental value that has little to do with the song itself.
Don't be snobbbish.

Sir mixalot - I like big butts and I can not lie

"I like big butts and I can not lie"

Innermost feelings- I like big butts and I can not lie.

Butthole Surfers - Pepper

I think the point of the song is that life's a bitch. But a beautiful one.
(Hmm. Odd. I just realized that the title is pepper. And I've often used the metaphor dealing with life being shit or a shit sandwich. But with lots of pepper it can be masticulated easily. Weird. I wonder if that's what they meant?)

Marky got with Sharon
And Sharon got Sharice
She was sharing Sharon's outlook
On the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar
And Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Tommy played piano
Like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas
He was dancing with a train
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes

Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes

Another Mikey took a knife
While arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death
He caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever-present
Football player rapist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Polly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
And got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes

a perfect circle - lets have a war

lets have a war, so you can go and die
lets have a war, we could all use the money
lets have a war, we need the space
lets have a war, clean out this place

Robbie Williams - Broken Arrow

I hate the Rod Stewart version, and this one is the original. The words have interesting meaning. Anyhow, it's one of my favorites.

Who else is gonna bring you a broken arrow?
Who else is gonna bring you a bottle of rain?
There he goes moving across the water
There he goes turning my whole world around

Do you feel what I feel
Can we make it so that's part of the deal
I've gotta hold you in these arms of steel
Lay your heart on the line this time
I wanna breathe when you breathe
When you whisper like that hot summer breeze
Count the beads of sweat that cover me
Didn't you show me a sign this time

(Chorus)

Do you feel what I feel
Can you see what I see
Can you cut behind the mystery
I will meet you by the witness tree
Leave the whole world behind

I wanna come when you call
I'll get to you if I have to crawl
They can't hold me with these iron walls
We got mountains to climb, to climb.

Perfect Circle - Magdalena

The price of... something powerful. Maybe not necessarily love, but not lust either. A mix of the two, I should think.

Overcome by your
Moving temple
Overcome by this
Holiest of altars

So pure
So rare
To witness such an earthly goddess
That I’ve lost my self control
Beyond compelled to throw this dollar down before your
Holiest of altars

I’d sell
My soul
My self-esteem a dollar at a time

One chance
One kiss
One taste of you my magdalena

I bear witness
To this place, this prayer, so long forgotten
So pure
So rare
To witness such an earthly goddess

That I’d sell
My soul
My self-esteem a dollar at a time
For one chance
One kiss
One taste of you my black madonna

I’d sell
My soul
My self-esteem a dollar at a time

One taste
One taste
One taste of you my magdalena

George Michael -- I can't make you love me

...

Morning will come, and I'll do what's right
Just give me till then, to give up this fight
And I will give up this fight

And I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't

George Michael -- I can't make you love me

NOOOOO!!!!!!
The HORROR!!!
Run away!!
Run away!!!!
RUN AWAY!!!!!!!!!

(And you call me a freak?)

It's a good song. Apparently, you lack the life experience to appreciate it.

Or I have the experience to appreciate how horrible it is...

(To each his own, but George Michael is just... wrong. Very. Very. Wrong.)

You're such a snob, Invert.

You're such a snob, Invert.

A snob?!
Because George Michael sucks, I'm a snob?!

You are a snob because you think that someone whom you don't like couldn't possibly produce something good or interesting.

Marilyn Manson - The Dope Show

Ketjak: the Ramayana Monkey Chant

Edvard Grieg: Holberg's Suite (Karajan's version)

It's true that we love one another - The White Stripes (with Holly GoLightly)

The song really doesn't mean anything. It's just playful.

Both: Well it's true that we love one another.

Holly: I love Jack White like a little brother.

Jack: Well Holly I love you too but there's just so much that I don't know about you.

Holly: Jack give me some money to pay my bills.

Jack: All the dough I give you Holly you been using on pain pills.

Holly: Jack will you call me if you're able?

Jack: I got your phone number written in the back of my bible.

Holly: Jack I think you're pulling my leg and I think maybe I'd better ask Meg. Meg, do you think Jack really loves me?

Meg: You know, I don't care because Jack really bugs me. Why don't you ask him now?

Holly: Well I would but Meg, I really just don't know how.

Meg: Just say Jack, do you adore me?

Jack: Well I would Holly but love really bores me.

Holly: Well maybe we should just be friends.

Jack: I'm just kidding Holly. You know that I'll love you til the end.

Both: Well it's true that we love one another.

Holly: I love Jack White like a little brother.

Jack: Well Holly I love you too but there's just so much that I don't know about you.

Jack: Holly give me some of your English lovin.

Holly: If I did that Jack I'd have one in the oven. Why don't you go off and love yourself?

Jack: If I did that Holly there won't be anything left for anybody else.

Holly: Jack it's too bad about the way that you look.

Jack: You know I gave that horse a carrot so he'd break your foot.

Meg: Will the two of you cut it out and tell em what jt's really all about.

Both: Well it's true that we love one another.

Holly: I love Jack White like a little brother.

Jack: Well Holly I love you too but there's just so much that I don't know about you.

Anime theme songs. Since I hear some of them every night, I have a small directory of the ones that get stuck in my head. Usually, that's all it takes, you know? Hear "Fukai Mori" six times in an evening, plus coming from the television, and it stops echoing in my skull all day. Unfortunately, the trick isn't working right now with L'Arc en Ciel's "Ready! Steady! Go!" from the Full Metal Alchemist soundtrack.

Damn them. Damn them all.

However, Puffy Ami Yumi's "Puffy de Rumba" is so freaking hilarious that they're forgiven. And that worked. I no longer have the "Teen Titans Theme" bouncing in my skull.

Now, aren't you glad you asked?

(Lyrics, "Ready! Steady! Go!", by L'Arc en Ciel (http://www.animelyrics.com/anime/fmalchemist/readysteadygo.htm), Romaji and English.)

Is it because the Japanese take bubblegum pop so damned seriously?

MudVayne - "World So Cold"

Lloyd Cole: Are you ready to be heart broken

Che Soave Zeffiretto from La Nozze de Figaro (http://www.answers.com/topic/le-nozze-di-figaro) (Mozart).

To those of you who have seen The Shawshank Redemption (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111161/), this is the song that Andy plays over the prison loudspeakers and earned him two weeks in the hole and a beating.

Red: I have no idea to this day what them two Italian ladies were singin' about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I like to think they were singin' about something so beautiful it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it.

I tell you, those voices soared. Higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away...and for the briefest of moments -- every last man at Shawshank felt free.

It pissed the warden off something terrible.

Red said all that needs to be said. He said it very well indeed.

(The opera is actually a comedy, yes? I wonder if the song is actually comical? I don't care. It lifts you up high and is beyond words. I'm glad I don't speak Italian.)

Iron Maiden - The loneliness of the long distance runner

Louis Armstrong - A Kiss to Build a Dream On.

Many possible interpretations of this song imaginable. Some crude. Some not so crude.


Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on

Give me a kiss before you leave me
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on

When I’m alone with my fancies...I’ll be with you
Weaving romances...making believe they’re true

Give me your lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on

(instrumental break)

When I’m alone with my fancies...I’ll be with you
Weaving romances...making believe they’re true

Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss
Ah sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on


...


Well, while I typed that up, the song changed.

Green Jelly - The Three Little Pigs.

This song is just fun, fun, fun.

Why don't you, sit right back,
and I, I may tell you, a tale.
A tale of three, little pigs,
and a BIG, BAD, WOLFFF.

Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hicky.
He spent most of his days, just a dreamin of the city.
And then one day, he bought a guitar.
He moved to Hollywood, to become a star.
But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.
Built his house out of straw, what a pity.
And then one day, jammin on some chords,
along came the wolf, knocking on his door.

(Chorus)
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!
Well I'm huffin, I'm puffin, I'll blow your house in.
Huffin, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffin, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffin and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!!!

Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stokin.
He spent most of his time just a ganga smokin.
Huffin and a puffin down on Venice Beach.
Getting paid money for religious speech.
He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.
Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,
and along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.

(Chorus)

Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.
His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.
Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.
Built his house from his architect knowledge.
A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.
Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills.
And then one day came the old house smasher
the BIG BAD WOLF THE LITTLE PIGGY SLASHER.

(Chorus)

Well the big bad Wolf,
well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.
And low and behold the little piggy's house stood.
"IT'S MADE OUT OF CONCRETE!" the little piggy shouted.
The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.
So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.
The sent out RAMBO, just as fast, as they could.

(Rambo)
"YO, WOLF-FACE, I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!"

Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.
So thats to end the story, for you and me.
If you still give a listen, you just may, here a big wolf or little piggy say.

(Chorus)

"And the moral of the story is, ' A band with no talent can easily amuse
idiots, with a stupid, puppet show."

The Osmonds: Puppy love

And they called it puppy love....

Yoko Kanno: Be Human (Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex: Be Human, Anime OST).

The whole song is great, so I don't think I want to choose a particular part.

Also, It's more or less about an android that wishes it were "more human".

My Ding-A-Ling by Chuck Berry

My Ding-A-Ling-A-Ling

When I was a little biddy boy
My grandma bought me a cute little toy
Two Silver bells on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling

My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling
My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling

When I was little boy In Grammar school
Always went by the very best rule
But Evertime the bell would ring
You'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling

Once while climbing the garden wall,
Slipped and fell had a very bad fall
I fell so hard I heard birds sing,
But I held on to My ding-a-ling

Once while swimming cross turtle creek
Man them snappers right at my feet
Sure was hard swimming cross that thing
with both hands holding my dingaling

Now this here song it ain't so bad
Prettiest little song that you ever had
And those of you who will not sing
must be playing with your on Ding-a-ling!

Heh this is great: I'm listening to an Incubus cover of Big Pun's "Still Not a Playa".

The best line has to be:

I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
"You nasty brock!" I don't care

You have to listen to it to get the full effect, but it's hilarious (or at least, it's been funny each time I've heard it so far).

Good stuff.