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Foo Fighters » The Best Of You

nice and intense..........

 

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Not too late - Norah Jones

 

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Version 2.0 - Garbage.

 

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Arcade Fire, Funeral.

And speaking of Arcade Fire, does anyone else think Neon Bible is sort of like an Eddie and the Cruisers meets goth-pop sound straight out of the 1980s? Like, "Keep the Car Running" ... "They know my name 'cause I told it to them, but they don't know where and they don't know when it's coming. Oh, when it's coming. Keep the car running."

Anyway, it's probably just me. I keep thinking I hear hints of The Hooters, too, and I've lost track of whatever song it is that "No Cars Go" reminds me of.

Hell, now I need to listen to Neon Bible. I get that Eddie and the Cruisers thing stuck in my head, and it's just over ....

 

Ball and Chain by Janis Joplin

S-sitting down by my window,
Oh, looking at the rain.
S-sitting down by my window now now,
All around I felt it,
All I could see was the rain.
Something grabbed a hold of me, honey,
Felt to me honey like, lord, a ball and chain.
Yeah! hey! you know what I mean,
But its way too heavy for you,
You cant hold it tomorrow.

Say, whoa, whoa, honey, it cant be
Just because I got to want your love
Please please please please, whoa please, please.
Whoa, honey it cant be
Just because I got to need you daddy.
Please dont you let me down, no, please, lord!
Here you gone today, but I wanted to love you,
I wanted to hold you, yeah, till the day I die,
Till the day, till the day,
Yeah! hey! hey! all right!

Say, whoa, whoa, honey this cant be
Not anything I ever wanted from you daddy
Tell me now, now, now, now, oh, tell me now, yeah.
I say, whoa, whoa, honey this cant be
No, no, no, no, no, no, no ... yeah yeah, hey!
And I want someone that could tell me, tell me why
Just because I got to want your love
Honey, just because I got to need, need, need your love
I said I dont understand, honey, but I wanna chance to try
Try, try, try, try try try try
Honey when everybody in the world wants the same damn thing
When everybody in the world will need the same lonely thing
When I wanna work for your love, daddy.
When I wanna try for your love, daddy.

I dont understand how come youre gone, man. I dont understand why half the world is still crying, man, when the other half of the world is still crying too, man, I cant get it together. i
If you got a cat for one day, man I mean, if you, say, say, if you want a cat for 365 days, right you aint got him for 365 days, you got him for one day, man. well I tell you that one da
N, better be your life, man. because, you know, you can say, oh man, you can cry about the other 364, man, but youre gonna lose that one day, man, and thats all youve got. you gotta call that
, man. thats what it is, man. if you got it today you dont want it tomorrow, man, cause you dont need it, cause as a matter of fact, as we discovered in the train, tomorrow never happens, m
Ts all the same fucking day, man.

So you gotta, when you wanna hold a sigh,
You gotta hold him like its the last minute in your life, baby.
You gotta hold, whoa, whoa, hold him
cause someday some weights gonna come on your shoulders, babe,
Its gonna feel too heavy, its gonna weigh on you,
Its gonna feel just like a ball, ball, ball, oh daddy,
And a chain.

 

all of your positive music sickens me. listen to some negative shoot em up bang bang shit, you assholes, its good for the soul.


peace.

 

The souls of satan.

 

Kissing Families - Silversun Pickups

 

Then adapt the question to: What the fuck are you listening to?

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He's listening to himself as he looks into the mirror and admires his great achievement. :shrug:

 

Love minus zero - Bob Dylan

 

The Supremes

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marilyn manson:

We are the things and shapes to come
Your freedom's not free of dumb
This depression is great
The defamation age
They'll know my name
Waltz into scum, and base a marriage of the pain

Pain- they want it
Pain- they want it
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain

You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene
And it's so fucking obscene
Obscene, yeah

You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown
You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown

[Cheerleaders:] Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard

We take the love
Open your eyes
And watch the world end
We have our places,
But we have no friends
They told us is not good
We know it's great
....drugs
...take our place

Pain- they want it
Pain- they want it
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain

You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene
And it's so fucking obscene
Obscene, yeah

You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown
You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown

[Cheerleaders:] Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard
Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard

You came to see the mobscene
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene
And it's so fucking obscene
Obscene, yeah

You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown
You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Get your arms around me
Now we're going down, downtown

[Cheerleaders & Manson:] Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard
Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby
Not heard


song "mOBSCENE" from album "The Golden Age Of Grotesque"

 

The Mark Steel Lectures (Series 3). Now playing: "Mary Shelley". On Deck: "Muhammad Ali".

 

oh yea, right now-

Track:321

"Doesn't Remind Me"

Audioslave

 

Pelican - "Australasia" album

 

system of a down: boom!!

Ive been walking through your streets,
Where all you moneys earning,
Where all your biuldings crying,
And clueless neckties working,
Revolving fake lawn houses,
Housing all your fears,
Desensitized by tv,
Overbearing advertising,
God of consumerism,
And all your crooked pictures,
Looking good, mirrorism,
Filtering information,
For the public eye,
Designed for profiteering,
Your neighboor, what a guy.

Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the God your child has born.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Modern globalization,
Coupled with condemnations,
Unnecessary death,
Matador corporations,
Puppeting your frustrations,
With the blinded flag,
Manufacturing consent
Is the name of the game,
The bottom line is money,
Nobody gives a fuck.
4000 hungry children die per hour,
From starvation,
While billions spent on bombs,
Create death showers.

Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the God your child has born.
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom

Why, why, why, why must we kill, kill, kill, kill, our own, own, own, own kind...

Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the God your child has born.
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom
Every time you drop the bomb.

 

The House Of The Rising Sun by The Animals

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

(Organ solo)

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

 

A mix featuring Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians, Man or Astroman, Screaming Trees, My Bloody Valentine, The Rheostatics, Pearl Jam, and Jane's Addiction. If I ever manage to get to sleep, this will tint my dreams.

Now playing: "Luminous Rose", by Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians (Globe of Frogs)
On deck: "Digital Beach", by The Rheostatics (Introducing Happiness)

Oh, the bodies of drowned sailors and dead airmen
Flounder upside down beneath the roaring wave
And the fishes eat the flesh from off their fingers
And the sea is so much deeper than the grave

And the pale English stone
Stands alone
Over me

Oh, the bodies rise and falling in slow motion
As the flesh gives way to coral and her charms
If you listen hard, you'll hear the sea is breathing
And she's waiting there to hold you in her arms

And the pale English sun
Shone
Over me

Oh, the telegram is lying on the table
You left it there, you can't believe it's true
God finds you naked and he leaves you dying
What happens in between is up to you

And the luminous rose
Glows
Over me
Over me​