On the CD Player (Turntable) Today

John Lennon - Working Class Hero

As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There’s room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

- N

 

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Bob Dylan - Masters of War

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

- N

 

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Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A-Changin'

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

- N

 

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The Beatles - Revolution

You say you want a revolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
You tell me that it's evolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
But when you talk about destruction
Don't you know that you can count me out
Don't you know it's gonna be all right
all right, all right

You say you got a real solution
Well, you know
We'd all love to see the plan
You ask me for a contribution
Well, you know
We're doing what we can
But when you want money
for people with minds that hate
All I can tell is brother you have to wait
Don't you know it's gonna be all right
all right, all right
Ah

ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...

You say you'll change the constitution
Well, you know
We all want to change your head
You tell me it's the institution
Well, you know
You better free you mind instead
But if you go carrying pictures of chairman Mao
You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow
Don't you know it's gonna be all right
all right, all right
all right, all right, all right
all right, all right, all right

- N

 

No, there really is no theme to the songs I'm listening to right now.. heh heh.. :bugeye:

- N

 

Crass - Asylum

i am no feeble christ
not me
he hangs in glib delight upon his cross
above my body
christ
forgive
FORGIVE?
i vomit for you jesu
shit forgive
down now from your cross
down now from your papal heights
from the churlish suicide
petulant child
down from those pious heights
royal-flag bearer
goat
billy
i vomit for you
forgive?
shit he forgives
he hangs in crucified delight
nailed to the extent of his vision
his cross
his manhood
violence
guilt
sin
he would nail my body upon his cross
suicide visionary
death reveller
rake
rapist
lifefucker
jesu
earthmover
christ us
gravedigger
you dug the graves of aushwitz
the soil of treblinka is your guilt
your sin
master
master of gore
enigma
you carry the standard of our oppression
enola is your gaiety
the bodies of hiroshima are your delight
the nails are the only trinity
hold them in your corpsey gracelessness
the image i have had to suffer
the cross is the virgin body of womanhood
that you defile
you nail yourself to your own sin
lamearse jesus calls me sister
there are no words for my contempt
every woman is a cross in his filthy theology
his arogant delight
he turns his back up on me in his fear
he dare not face me
fearfucker
share nothing you christ
sterile
impotent
fucklove prophet of death
you are the ultimate pornography
in your cuntfear
cockfear
manfear
womanfear
unfair
warfare
warfare
warfare
warfare
warfare
warfare
warfare
warfare
JESUS DIED FOR HIS OWN SINS, NOT MINE

 

Crass is awesome. Heard RAMBO?

 

hell yeah. I have heard of a bit from them (as of a few minutes ago)
they do sound pretty similar to crass, but from what ive heard (wall of death the system, and ulock justice) they are less coherent in their singing.

any particular songs of theirs you like?

 

I.

To Anacreon in Heav'n,
Where he sat in full glee,
A few Sons of Harmony
Sent a petition
That he their Inspirer
And Patron would be;
When this answer arrived
From the Jolly Old Grecian:
"Voice, Fiddle, and Flute,
No longer be mute,
I'll lend you my name
And inspire you to boot,

Chorus:

And besides I'll instruct you,
Like me, to intwine
The Myrtle of Venus
With Bacchus's Vine."

II.

The news through Olympus
Immediately flew;
When Old Thunder pretended
To give himself airs.
"If these Mortals are suffered
Their scheme to pursue,
The devil a Goddess,
Will stay above stairs.
Hark, already they cry,
In transports of joy,
'Away to the Sons
Of Anacreon we'll fly,

Chorus:

And there with good fellows,
We'll learn to intwine
The Myrtle of Venus
With Bacchus' Vine.

III.

"The Yellow-Haired God
And his nine fusty Maids
From Helicon's banks
Will incontinent flee,
Idalia will boast
But of tenantless shades,
And the bi-forked hill
A mere desert will be.
My Thunder no fear on't,
Shall soon do its errand,
And dam'me I'll swing
The Ringleaders I warrant.

Chorus:

I'll trim the young dogs,
For thus daring to twine
The Myrtle of Venus
With Bacchus's Vine."

IV.

Apollo rose up,
And said, "Pry'thee ne'er quarrel,
Good King of the Gods,
With My Vot'ries below:
Your Thunder is useless"--
Then showing his laurel,
Cry'd "Sic evitabile
Fulmen, you know!
Then over each head,
My laurels I'll spread,
So my sons from your Crackers
No mischief shall dread,

Chorus:

While, snug in their clubroom,
They jovially twine
The Myrtle of Venus
With Bacchus's Vine."

V.

Next Momus got up
With his risible Phiz
And swore with Apollo
He'd cheerfully join --
"The full tide of Harmony
Still shall be his,
But the Song, and the Catch,
And the Laugh shall be mine.
Then, Jove, be not jealous
Of these honest fellows."
Cry'd Jove, "We relent,
Since the truth you now tell us:

Chorus:

And swear by Old Styx,
That they long shall intwine
The Myrtle of Venus
With Bacchus's Vine."

VI.

Ye Sons of Anacreon,
Then join hand in hand;
Preserve Unanimity,
Friendship, and Love!
'Tis yours to support
What's so happily plann'd;
You've the sanction of Gods,
And the Fiat of Jove.
While thus we agree,
Our toast let it be:
"May our Club flourish Happy,
United, and Free!

Chorus:

And long may the Sons
Of Anacreon intwine
The Myrtle of Venus
With Bacchus's Vine."

http://www.lib.virginia.edu/speccol/exhibits/music/audio/mp3/anachreon.mp3

 

hell yeah dude! the best song is "Your Apathy Makes This an Institution". If you like rambo and crass, i should send you some local Maine Punx. We've got some pretty sweet stuff up here, honestly.

 

Sting: Field of gold (Love this song)

 

Chillout Lounge--Internet Radio

 

KanYeWest--'Late Registration'....wuuuuuuuu yeahhh

 

Cat Stevens - Where Do The Children Play?

Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Yes, get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.

I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off.

Oh, I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air.
But will you keep on building higher
'til there's no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?

I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

- N

 

The Verve-Urban Hymms
Bob Dylan-Blood on the tracks
Handel-Organ Concertos
Strauss-Four Last Songs
Stella Parton-The Danger of a Stranger

the last track I've not heard for 27 years until I went to the British Library on saturday and heard, simply awesome.

 

Best of SnoopyDog

 

In my 10-disk changer:
Visual Audio Sensory Theatre - V.A.S.T.
Without You I'm Nothing - Placebo
Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV - Coheed and Cambria
Franz Ferdinand - Franz Ferdinand
Boys For Pele - Tori Amos
Toxicity - System of a Down
Roseland NYC Live - Portishead
Regretfully Yours... - Superdrag
Fear of Music - Talking Heads
Leisure - Blur

Yeah, it's all pretty mainstream right now. I've sold out.

 

The Who - Won't Get Fooled Again

We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again

The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
No, no!

I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie

Do ya

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

There's nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss

- N

 

Soundtrack to "Garden State".

Best CD i've bought in several years, in terms of randomness. Makes the movie infinitely better when you like the music.

 

Fit But You Know It - The Streets
Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck - Blood Brothers
Bigmouth Strikes Again – The Smiths
Romantic Rights – Death From Above 1979
Dismantle Me - The Distillers
Christian Brothers – Elliott Smith
Common People – Pulp