THE MUSIC THREAD

[Crazyowl]

I have to add this one.

 

R.I.P. Ray.

 

 

 

What a Master!!! R.I.P.

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[Biggles07]

Bit confused as tae how tae post youtube tunes.....

 

But never mind. :)

 

Tracy Chapman. "All that you have is your Soul"

 

 

True, that. :)

 

 

 

 

"She's always on time cos the Girl got rhythm"

 

Massive.

 

 

 

 

 

Edited May 26, 2013 by Biggles07

[Biggles07]

Big M. From coast to coast. :)

 

"No thing on me".

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_15kZOuHGE4

[Yurgon]

The Doors' Ray Manzarek dies at 74

 

R.I.P.

 

I never even knew his name before today, but I have always been amazed by his incredible sound.

 

R.I.P.

[Biggles07]

Some great music here Gentlemen, just been perusing the thread. Very good. :)

Darkness at the break of noon

Shadows even the silver spoon

The handmade blade, the child’s balloon

Eclipses both the sun and moon

To understand you know too soon

There is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn

Suicide remarks are torn

From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn

Plays wasted words, proves to warn

That he not busy being born is busy dying

 

Temptation’s page flies out the door

You follow, find yourself at war

Watch waterfalls of pity roar

You feel to moan but unlike before

You discover that you’d just be one more

Person crying

 

So don’t fear if you hear

A foreign sound to your ear

It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing

 

As some warn victory, some downfall

Private reasons great or small

Can be seen in the eyes of those that call

To make all that should be killed to crawl

While others say don’t hate nothing at all

Except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets bark

As human gods aim for their mark

Make everything from toy guns that spark

To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark

It’s easy to see without looking too far

That not much is really sacred

 

While preachers preach of evil fates

Teachers teach that knowledge waits

Can lead to hundred-dollar plates

Goodness hides behind its gates

But even the president of the United States

Sometimes must have to stand naked

An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged

It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge

And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it

 

Advertising signs they con

You into thinking you’re the one

That can do what’s never been done

That can win what’s never been won

Meantime life outside goes on

All around you

 

You lose yourself, you reappear

You suddenly find you got nothing to fear

Alone you stand with nobody near

When a trembling distant voice, unclear

Startles your sleeping ears to hear

That somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your nerves is lit

Yet you know there is no answer fit

To satisfy, insure you not to quit

To keep it in your mind and not forget

That it is not he or she or them or it

That you belong to

Although the masters make the rules

For the wise men and the fools

I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

For them that must obey authority

That they do not respect in any degree

Who despise their jobs, their destinies

Speak jealously of them that are free

Cultivate their flowers to be

Nothing more than something they invest in

 

While some on principles baptized

To strict party platform ties

Social clubs in drag disguise

Outsiders they can freely criticize

Tell nothing except who to idolize

And then say God bless him

While one who sings with his tongue on fire

Gargles in the rat race choir

Bent out of shape from society’s pliers

Cares not to come up any higher

But rather get you down in the hole

That he’s in

 

But I mean no harm nor put fault

On anyone that lives in a vault

But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him

Old lady judges watch people in pairs

Limited in sex, they dare

To push fake morals, insult and stare

While money doesn’t talk, it swears

Obscenity, who really cares

Propaganda, all is phony

 

While them that defend what they cannot see

With a killer’s pride, security

It blows the minds most bitterly

For them that think death’s honesty

Won’t fall upon them naturally

Life sometimes must get lonely

 

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed

Graveyards, false gods, I scuff

At pettiness which plays so rough

Walk upside-down inside handcuffs

Kick my legs to crash it off

Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen

They’d probably put my head in a guillotine

But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brNby5IFDnA :)

Edited May 26, 2013 by Biggles07

[TimeKilla]

[joey45]

[Biggles07]

 

Love that song too Killa. Bucking frilliant. :thumbup:

[Namenlos Ein]

Seasick Steve

[lxvanwyk]

Great tunes in huey on radio U2 version of paint it black and fortunate son!!!!!

[Dripc]

:music_whistling:

[manfrez01]

[joey45]

[Namenlos Ein]

Leningrad - Pargolovo.

 

http://www.youtube.com/user/shnur0k

[lxvanwyk]

 

Edited June 7, 2013 by lxvanwyk

[Namenlos Ein]

[lxvanwyk]

 

[lxvanwyk]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=Gz3Cc7wlfkI

[lxvanwyk]

[hubson]

Warning! This chick might take you away from DCS for a while..

 

 

Calm down

 

[manfrez01]

[Dripc]

[_Heater_]

I love Withney Huston

 

[Biggles07]

The Animals were great, I grew up in the same part of the East End of Newcastle (Walker) on a few sh*thole Council Estates (Daisy Hill, Cruddas Park) as Eric Burdon (great singer). An extremely socially deprived area of the UK. We had f**k all and plenty of it, but we wuz happy. . Thing is, no one seems to care about poverty. We are told that it is not just monetary deprivation, but "poverty of aspiration". These things (and the wealth) will apparently "trickle down". What should they aspire to? To be so called "Right Honourable Gentlemen", in a seat of Parliament, bullsh*t artists, criminals and con merchants who are in fact anything but 'Right Honourable Gentlemen'

So much Soul. May she rest in Peace. Amy Winehouse Live....."You know that I'm no good".

 

 

The Jam.......(Eton Rifles) Otherwise known in Newcastle as......."EATING TRIFLES, EATING TRIFLES!!!!" Howay man, ye call yerself "The Jam", yer just asking for poorly thought out, ill advised Post Modern pudding based jokes.

 

(seriously though, love em)

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymrv9S82F6k

 

Pete Wylie with a Stone Cold, Heartfelt Classic which sums up the feelings of all of the Legions of Britons who care about their fellow Man, who instinctively know that no Man is an Island, and know that Instant Karma will always get you. Peace and goodwill to all. "Parental Advisory" though, perhaps "some may find it offensive. " Truth be told, I really do not care. The Ladys not Returning. Thank Christ. Allelujah!

 

 

 

"Tramp the Dirt Down", Elvis Costello.

 

 

Golden Brown...."Stranglers", great tune. :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited June 15, 2013 by Biggles07

[Biggles07]

Poetry is music, as much as beauty is truth. :)

 

It little profits that an idle king,

By this still hearth, among these barren crags,

Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole

Unequal laws unto a savage race,

That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

 

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink

Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy’d

Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those

That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when

Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades

Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;

For always roaming with a hungry heart

Much have I seen and known; cities of men

And manners, climates, councils, governments,

Myself not least, but honour’d of them all;

And drunk delight of battle with my peers,

Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.

I am a part of all that I have met;

Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’

Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades

For ever and forever when I move.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,

To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!

As tho’ to breathe were life! Life piled on life

Were all too little, and of one to me

Little remains: but every hour is saved

From that eternal silence, something more,

A bringer of new things; and vile it were

For some three suns to store and hoard myself,

And this gray spirit yearning in desire

To follow knowledge like a sinking star,

Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

 

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,

To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—

Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil

This labour, by slow prudence to make mild

A rugged people, and thro’ soft degrees

Subdue them to the useful and the good.

Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere

Of common duties, decent not to fail

In offices of tenderness, and pay

Meet adoration to my household gods,

When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

 

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:

There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,

Souls that have toil’d, and wrought, and thought with me—

That ever with a frolic welcome took

The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed

Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;

Death closes all: but something ere the end,

Some work of noble note, may yet be done,

Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep

Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,

’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die.

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,

And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

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"Watching the Detectives.".....Elvis Costello. Great live performance. :)

 

Edited June 24, 2013 by Biggles07