What are you listening to?

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*looks at their stage costumes, from when they were younger, then listens to them, when they went over the hill*

They have come a long way, since their beginnings. (Happy bog-trotting papists. They have many friends.)
 
We Were Kinda Crazy Then - Susanna Clark

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-MLSMl_voE

R.I.P.

http://www.cmt.com/news/country-music/1688738/susanna-clark-songwriter-and-painter-dies.jhtml

Was your road to Mexico, diamonds or stones
Did you need that lucky piece I slipped in your hand
Were you ready for the cold winds that caught you at the Rio Grande

We were kinda crazy then
Need'n lovers more than friends
Songs on my guitar, you said
were like flowers for your scars
May you find a friend tonight
May he finally treat you right
Can you find that same moon
I've been stare'n at all night

Always keep your word shining, like some bullet bright
While this old world wears its heart like a big bulls eye
Don’t you ever let them teach you the right from the wrong
But did you ever find out who wrote that pretty song.

We were kinda crazy then
Need'n lovers more than friends
Songs on my guitar, well they are for you, they always are

May you find a friend tonight
May he finally treat you right
Can you find that same moon I've been stare'n at all night

There's a man in that moon darlin
 
it's very soulful, though depending on my mood it can either relax me or bring me to the brink of tears.

i was listening to some bach violin stuff this morning
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-diVJD0fIo

then followed that up with a crazy reggae medley :)

Yes, I agree. You have to be in a certain mood to be relaxed by it as opposed to upset. It is often used at funerals, so be careful with it.
 
You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You might be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be living in another country under another name

You may be a construction worker working on a home
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome
You might own guns and you might even own tanks
You might be somebody’s landlord, you might even own banks

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray
You may call me anything but no matter what you say

You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

- Bob Dylan

Serve yourself ?

(Another song follows, but all I can remember, is this chant, that ends the song- so fucked up, so fucked up, so fucked up)
 
Inxs - Original Sin [1984]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKkXheYKMII

You might know of the original sin
And you might know how to play with fire
But did you know of the murder committed
In the name of love,
yeah,
you thought what a pity

Dream on white boy, white boy Dream on black girl, black girl
And wake up to a brand new day
To find your dreams have washed away

There was a time when I did not care
And there was a time when the facts did stare
There is a dream and it's held by many
Well, I'm sure you had to see, it's open arms

Dream on white boy, white boy Dream on black girl, black girl
And wake up to a brand new day

Dream on, play with fire
White boy, black girl
Dream on, in the name of love
Black boy, white girl
Dream on, white boy, black girl
Black boy, white girl
Dream on, the name of love,
yeah
You thought what a pity
Original sin
 
The Great Below

Staring at the sea, will she come?
Is there hope for me after all is said and done?
Anything at any price, all of this for you
All the spoils of a wasted life, all of this for you

All the world has closed her eyes, tired faith all worn and thin
For all we could've done, and all we could've been

Ocean pulls me close and whispers in my ear
The destiny I've chose is all becoming clear
The currents have their say, the time is drawing near
It washes me away, It makes me disappear
And I descend from grace in arms of undertow
I will take my place in the Great Below

I can still feel you, even so far away,
I can still feel you, even so far away...
even so far away...
 
The Mayan Factor - Warflower (with lyrics) - HD

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubE-uUU33is

rain falling around me
can't tell if weather is warm
or why I am cold?
fame falls all around me
can't tell if I should just hide or run
some people hold onto their misery,
a token of their lives
painted faces, warlike, they march on
feel the end near, blinding and screaming
for blood they'd do anything

got two tickets to Peridon, just can't sleep
I've got no reason to worry 'cause it's just a dream
on my way to the classroom
lit the fire
it's a burning desire
murder
water is needed

hate seems always following
can't tell if I can run, can't find my way outside
hate seems always following
can't tell if I should just run or hide
some people hold onto their misery
a token of their lives
painted faces, warlike, they march on
feel the end near, blinding and screaming
for blood they'd do anything

got two tickets to Peridon, just can't sleep
I've got no reason to worry 'cause it's just a dream
on my way to the classroom
lit the fire
it's a burning desire
murder
water is needed...
 
Pearl Jam- Animal (with Lyrics)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFBxUIzsrTg

One, two, three, four, five against one
Five, five, against one
Said one, two, three, four, five against one
Five, five...five, five...five against one

Torture from you to me
Abducted from the street

I'd rather be...
I'd rather be with...
I'd rather be with an animal

Why would you wanna hurt me?
So frightened of your pain...

I'd rather be...
I'd rather be with...
I'd rather be with an animal


Said one, two, three, four, five against one
Five, five...five, five...five against one
One, two, three, four, five against one
Five, five...five, five...five against one
 
Metric
Help I'm Alive Lyrics

I tremble
Theyre gonna eat me alive
If I stumble
Theyre gonna eat me alive

Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer, beating like a hammer
Help, Im alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be soft, tough to be tender
Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train
Help, Im alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer, beating like a hammer

If youre still alive
My regrets are few.
If my life is mine,
what shouldnt I do?
I get wherever Im going,
I get whatever I need
while my bloods still flowing
and my heart still beats.

Help, Im alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be soft, tough to be tender
Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train
Help, Im alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer, beating like a hammer
Help, Im alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer.

Thanks, Carson Daly!
 
ProblemBear - The Tragically Hip

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRMyCaCTHKk

Writing a song about Lake Memphremagog
And tonight I don't believe
There are words to spare and be a tip and a nod
Admitting it's half the defeat
Tonight the non-essential worker is hunting the problem bears
One sounds cornered and one can go no further
And it all sounds like it's happening upstairs

Do you hear that? Like dry leaves a-straggling
Or a guard dog's claws on cement
Or an idea that's gettin' more determined
To get where it's gettin'

This might be harder than keeping it simple
Yeah, this can be simpler than keeping it real
This might be harder than keeping it simple
Yeah, this can be simpler than keeping it real

Shakespeare, you're a drunken savage
Well, you're a sober and green-eyed Voltaire
It almost sounds funny like two tough-talking goalies
really going at it upstairs

This might be harder than keeping it simple
Yeah, this can be simpler than keeping it real
This might be harder than keeping it simple
Yeah, this can be simpler than keeping it real

Tonight the non-essential worker takes on the green-eyed Voltaire
Who won't go further than sounding just like murder
when everything is quiet upstairs

Now do you hear that? The song of Memphremagog
The shush-shush of his gentle lament
It's maybe a song that can't quite be determined
till it gets where it's gettin
 
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