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Pink Floyd - Nobody Home
I've got a little black book with my poems in. Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in. When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in. I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on. Got those swollen hand blues. Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from. I've got electric light. And I've got second sight. And amazing powers of observation. And that is how I know When I try to get through On the telephone to you There'll be nobody home. I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm. And the inevitable pinhole burns All down the front of my favorite satin shirt. I've got nicotine stains on my fingers. I've got a silver spoon on a chain. I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains. I've got wild staring eyes. And I've got a strong urge to fly. But I got nowhere to fly to. Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone There'll be nobody home. I've got a pair of Gohills boots and I got fading roots. |
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Primus - Harold Of The Rocks
It was a weekend's eve, I had sex on my breath I was lookin' for somethin' to see. With a borrowed black Leather and my best fishin' hat. Well it was just wendy o. and me. We called old swamp Up on the telephone And said we was comin' on Down to pick him up And then, he said, Hey swampy, me and greeny'll come along - But only if we can bring a friend. His name is harold. I said okay. Now, we had a Swamper, greeny, wendy o, stanley, harold of the rocks and me. We hopped into my dart And headed for the nightbreak To see a man they call schooly d. Harold he's a friendly guy. He rambles on and on. He'll talk the balls off A rhinosaurus. Fact is he just doesn't Make much sense. Well stan said This guy's pretty bizarre gus. Harold of the rocks. I saw harold at a Party trouzy threw Late one night. I said, hey man, Do you remember me? He said, o' course I do snapdad and Let me tell ya right 'bout now I'm lit Up like an ol' christmas tree. Hey bro you know i'd Like to thank you once Again for let'n me Hang with ya' all across The bay. when i Look back at that Night I get me a Warm spot across my heart. Then he shook my Hand, and walked away. That's teh last i Seen of harold. Harold of the rocks. So in the end, Swamper and greeny Finally succumb to The ways of harold. And in doing so Each gave just a little bit Of his soul away. Wnat a couple of dumbshits. As far as I'm concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue. -Albert Einstein |
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Hard Wired
Tracy Chapman (2001) Your wants, desires Needs and wishes Will be duly noted Processed, filed and catalogued Labeled and encoded Turned into sitcom dialog And advertising slogans We've got a box to put in your brain Hard wired for downloading All the secrets and the mysteries You've been selfishly withholding The dreams and hopes That once were yours Will now be collected and dispersed So the first to come with cash to spend Will be the first one served We've got a box to put in your brain Hard wired for downloading All the secrets and the mysteries You've been selfishly withholding Make you think you like to be watched Displayed on the auction block Invaded in your own home Stripped naked on the television Humiliated in front of millions We've got a box to put in your brain Hard wired for downloading All the secrets and the mysteries You've been selfishly withholding We've got a box to put in your brain We've got a box to put in your brain We've got a box to put in your brain We've got a box to put in your brain Your wants, desires Needs and wishes Will be duly noted José Retired |
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VNV Nation. Beloved
It's colder than before The seasons took all they had come for Now winter dances here It seems so fitting don't you think? To dress the ground in white and grey It's so quiet I can hear My thoughts touching every second That I spent waiting for you Circumstances affords me No second chance to tell you How much I've missed you My beloved do you know When the warm wind comes again Another year will start to pass And please don't ask me why I'm here Something deeper brought me Than a need to remember We were once young and blessed with wings No heights could keep us from their reach No sacred place we did not soar Still, greater things burned within us I don't regret the choices that I've made I know you feel the same My beloved do you know How many times I stared at clouds Thinking that I saw you there These are feelings that do not pass so easily I can't forget what we claimed as ours Moments lost though time remains I am so proud of what we were No pain remains, no feeling Eternity awaits Grant me wings that I might fly My restless soul is longing No pain remains, no feeling Eternity awaits My beloved do you know When the warm wind comes again Another year will start to pass And please don't ask me why I'm here Something deeper brought me Than a need to remember My beloved do you know How many times I stared at clouds Thinking that I saw you there These are feelings that do not pass so easily I can't forget what we claimed as ours Moments lost though time remains I am so proud of what we were No pain remains, no feeling Eternity awaits Grant me wings that I might fly My restless soul is longing No pain remains, no feeling Eternity awaits Moments lost though time remains I am so proud of what we were No pain remains, no feeling Eternity awaits Grant me wings that I might fly My restless soul is longing No pain remains, no feeling Eternity awaits Moments lost though time remains I am so proud of what we were No pain remains, no feeling Eternity awaits Grant me wings that I might fly My restless soul is longing No pain remains, no feeling Eternity awaits ______________________ Philip K. Dick is dead, alas! |
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The only Tracy Chapman song I know is Fast Car. Pity. ______________________ Philip K. Dick is dead, alas! |
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And your point is? You could have at least presented the lyrics.
There is pointless for your kind of thing. Meanwhile, as I also like Fast Car: You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Anyplace is better Starting from zero got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something But me myself I got nothing to prove You got a fast car And I got a plan to get us out of here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money We won't have to drive too far Just 'cross the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs And finally see what it means to be living You see my old man's got a problem He live with the bottle that's the way it is He says his body's too old for working I say his body's too young to look like his My mama went off and left him She wanted more from life than he could give I said somebody's got to take care of him So I quit school and that's what I did You got a fast car But is it fast enough so we can fly away We gotta make a decision We leave tonight or live and die this way I remember we were driving driving in your car The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car And we go cruising to entertain ourselves You still ain't got a job And I work in a market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a big house and live in the suburbs You got a fast car And I got a job that pays all our bills You stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do of your kids I'd always hoped for better Thought maybe together you and me would find it I got no plans I ain't going nowhere So take your fast car and keep on driving You got a fast car But is it fast enough so you can fly away You gotta make a decision You leave tonight or live and die this way Retired |
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Hey dood You're being harsh here and you know it.  Τα παιδεία παίζει. |
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Harsh? No.
Educative. Maybe even it will improve his content/noise ratio, which after all would be an easy to reach goal. At the very least it kept me from being more sarcastic to someone closer by, someone who would be able to do me bodily harm. I spend too much time with inane people working to do the same while relaxing. That said, I enjoy your company, so if it is a fight you want, I am all yours, at least while I can keep a few kilometers between us. Then we get into bodily harm territory again, so I would prefer us to be friends then. And considering where we are, I heard a great cover live of this song yesterday, and it fits very well with Ms. Chapman: You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, "Is this where it is?" And somebody points to you and says "It's his" And you say, "What's mine?" And somebody else says, "Where what is?" And you say, "Oh my God Am I here all alone?" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel To be such a freak?" And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations You've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read It's well known Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, "Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word "NOW" And you say, "For what reason?" And he says, "How?" And you say, "What does this mean?" And he screams back, "You're a cow Give me some milk Or else go home" Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin' around You should be made To wear earphones Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Bob Dylan, Ballad of a Thin Man. Retired |
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Yeah.... (I am, smiling.. but yes, I am voting: harsh.. a little harsh.) Educative sure, but I myself get pretty f-in snarly when I get taught that way... and since I learn sloooowwwww... Your kinda lessons for a gal like me are a dime a dozen... (big smile) ( swim with sharks don't bleed smile)
Reminds me of a 70's tune that my dad and I used to enjoy from Ronnie Lane and Pete Townshend.. I don't remember all of it though.. MISUNDERSTOOD I wanna be misunderstood Wanna be feared in my neighborhood Just wanna be a moody man Say things that nobody can understand I wanna be obscure and oblique Inscrutible and vauge So hard to pin down I wanna leave open mouths when I speak Want people to cry when I put them down....... Theres more... ..I'll have to dig it out... I mean I'd sing for y'all right now, (I am in the moment I am... "Coooolwalkingsmoothtalkingstraightsmokingfirestoking" ...Repeat. It has a great little funky melody this tune , real snotty sounding vocals.. I loved that rough mix when it came out... man that was a while ago.... Oh! I remember.. Don't wanna be either old nor young Don't like where I've ended up Or where I begun I always feel I must get things in the can I just can't handle it the way I am..... Oh Hey, there is also Gabriels "Excuse me!" .... yup, another golden oldie... The Past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. L.P Hartley's The Go Between |
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Some of us were around in the sixties and seventies too.
Misunderstood (Rough Mix) Townsend and Lane Just wanna be misunderstood Wanna be feared in my neighborhood Just wanna be a moody man Say things that nobody can understand I wanna be obscure and oblique Inscrutable and vague So hard to pin down I wanna leave open mouths when I speak Want people to cry when I put them down I wanna be either old or young Don't like where I've ended up or where I begun I always feel I must get things in the can I just can't handle it the way I am Why am I so straight and simple People see through me like I'm made of glass Why can't I deepen with graying temples Am I growing out of my class I always feel I should be somewhere else I feel impatient like a girl on the shelf They say that I should live sera sera But I am such an ordinary star Coolwalkingsmoothtalkingstraightsmokingfirestoking Coolwalkingsmoothtalking, yeah Just wanna be misunderstood I wanna be feared in my neighborhood Just wanna be a moody man Say things that nobody can understand Coolwalkingsmoothtalkingstraightsmokingfirestoking Coolwalkingsmoothtalkingstraightsmokingfirestoking Coolwalkingsmoothtalkingstraightsmokingfirestoking Coolwalkingsmoothtalking, yeah Hey, that's me! Retired |
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Music and Politics - Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy
If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics I would tell you that sometimes it's easier to desire and pursue the attention and admiration of 100 strangers than it is to accept the love and loyalty of those closest to me And I would tell you that sometimes I prefer to look at myself through someone else's eyes Eyes that aren't clouded with the tears of knowing what an asshole I can be, as yours are. If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics I might be able to listen in silence to your concerns rather than hearing everything as an accusation or an indictment against me I would tell you that sometimes I use sex to avoid communication it's the best escape when we're down on our luck But I can express more emotions than laughter, anger, and let's fuck If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics I would tell you that I pooped in my own dog dish And sometimes I would rather face not eating than face licking it clean And admitting when I'm selfish And I'd tell you that I'm suffering from the worst type of loneliness The loneliness of being misunderstood, or more poignantly the loneliness of being afraid to allow myself to be understood If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics I would tell you that the personal revolution is far more difficult and is the first step in any revolution If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics I would tell you that music is the expression of emotion And that politics is merely the decoy of perception ________________________ differently mediated |
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Me and Bobby Mc Gee /Janis Joplin sang it but who wrote.. I don't know /
Busted flat in baton rouge, waiting for a train And i's feelin' nearly as faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, It rode us all the way in to new orleans. I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, An' i's playin' soft while bobby sang the blues, yeah. Windshield wipers slapping time, i was holding bobby's hand in mine, We sang every song that driver knew. Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free. Yeah, an' feeling good was easy, lord, bobby sang the blues, You know feeling good was good enough for me, hmm mm, Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee. From the kentucky coal mines to the california sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done, Said bobby baby, he kept me from the cold. One day up near salinas, lord, i let him slip away, But he was lookin' for that home and i hope he finds it. But i'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holdin' bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose, Nothing, that's all that bobby left me, yeah. Feelin' good was easy, lord, bobby he sang the blues, I said feeling good was good enough for me, hmm mm, It's good enough for me and my bobby mcgee. ->So close your eyes son /this won't hurt a bit /Waits/ |
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Kris Kristofferson, both music and lyrics. Very nice country song, made into something else.
We are in golden oldies season. I bring another song that was covered in yesterday's live gig:
Ottis Redding, Hard to Handle Retired |
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Sterile Vision/ Neurosis
Bury me in a shallow grave. So the rain will wash me away. And the sun will burn my soul and the earth will feed on me. The earth must drink my sour blood To breathe. My disease is caustic pain. I'm stumbling but I'm trying to say that I'm crumbling away. In the corner you'll find me. On the back of the bus. Sterile, sterile vision As far as I'm concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue. -Albert Einstein |
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The Gnome
I want to tell you a story About a little man If I can. A gnome named Grimble Grumble. And little gnomes stay in their homes. Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine. He wore a scarlet tunic, A blue green hood, It looked quite good. He had a big adventure Amidst the grass Fresh air at last. Wining, dining, biding his time. And then one day - hooray! Another way for gnomes to say Hoooooooooray. Look at the sky, look at the river Isn't it good? Look at the sky, look at the river Isn't it good? Winding, finding places to go. And then one day - hooray! Another way for gnomes to say Hoooooooooray. Hooooooooooooooray. - Pink Floyd July 2nd - Hyde Park ______________________________________________________________ ...after all you can chuck bones in an envelope -- remotepush "Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor not an animator!" -- Thal ...if it's that small a world, it starts to smell funny -- CayceP |
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Man I KNOW I have that Otis Redding somewhere..., I can't find It, pisses me off.. Gah. schools out, guess I will put things in some sort of order next time it starts to rain..
Eric , Gnome... Wow that was fun, been so long since I have heard that, the melody was in my head as I was regarding the lyrics and for a sec I was thinking, Gentle Giant? Yes? .. Oh yeah Floyd! , ahhh. smells like teen-summer.. Side swipe/ different lane but this was the tune in my head this morning.. ( B. Dylan) Boots of Spanish leather Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love, I'm sailin' away in the morning. Is there something I can send you from across the sea, from the place where I'll be landing? No there's nothin' you can send me my own true love, There's nothin I'm wishing to be ownin', Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled, from across that lonesome ocean. Oh, but I just thought you just might want somethin' fine Made of silver or of golden, Either from the mountains of Madrid or from the coast of Barcelona. Oh but if I had the stars from the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that's all I'm wishin to be ownin'. That I might be gone a long long time and it's only that I'm askin', Is there somethin'I can send you to remember me by To make your time more easy passin'. Oh how can, how can you ask me again, It only brings me sorrow, The same thing I want from you today I would want again tomorrow. I got a letter on a lonesome day, It was from her ship a sailin' Saying I don't know when I'll be comin back again, It depends on how I'm feelin'. Well, If you my love must think that-a-way, I'm sure your mind is roamin' I'm sure your heart is not with me, But with the country to where your goin'. So take heed, take heed of the western wind, Take heed of the stormy weather, And yes there's something you can send back to me, Spanish boots of spanish leather The Past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. L.P Hartley's The Go Between |
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 You keep saying you've got something for me. something you call love, but confess. You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin' and now someone else is gettin' all your best. These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you. You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin' and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet. You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'. Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet. These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you. You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt. Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn. Are you ready boots? Start walkin'! -- Nancy Sinatra Dylan, the great allusionist (apophenia on my part though because _Boots_ didn't go #1 until '66 and Dylan wrote _Boots of Spanish Leather_ in '63) Smells like teen-summer  _Piper at the Gates of Dawn_ is awesome. _A Nice Pair_ will always be one of my favorites. Wish I could be at Hyde Park on the 2nd. This message has been edited. Last edited by: Eric, ______________________________________________________________ ...after all you can chuck bones in an envelope -- remotepush "Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor not an animator!" -- Thal ...if it's that small a world, it starts to smell funny -- CayceP |
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Pink Floyd - The Final Cut
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes I can barely define the shape of this moment in time And far from flying high in clear blue skies I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide. If you negotiate the minefield in the drive And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall, Dial the combination, open the priesthole And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall. There's a kid who had a big hallucination Making love to girls in magazines. He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith. Could anybody love him Or is it just a crazy dream? And if I show you my dark side Will you still hold me tonight? And if I open my heart to you And show you my weak side What would you do? Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone? Would you take the children away And leave me alone? And smile in reassurance As you whisper down the phone? Would you send me packing? Or would you take me home? Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings, Thought I oughta tear the curtain down. I held the blade in trembling hands Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang I never had the nerve to make the final cut. "Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!" ----------------------------- "Tragedy is when I cut my finger; comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die." -- Mel Brooks |
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Wolfsheim
KEIN ZURüCK Weißt du noch, wie's war Kinderzeit... wunderbar... Die Welt ist bunt und schön. Bis du irgendwann begreifst, Dass nicht jeder Abschied heißt, Es gibt auch ein Wiedersehen Immer vorwärts, Schritt um Schritt ... Es geht kein Weg zurück! Und Was jetzt ist, wird nie mehr ungeschehen. Die Zeit läuft uns davon, Was getan ist, ist getan. Was jetzt ist, wird nie mehr so geschehen. Ein Wort zuviel im Zorn gesagt, 'N Schritt zu weit nach vorn gewagt. Schon ist es vorbei. Was auch immer jetzt getan, Was ich gesagt hab´, ist gesagt, Und was wie ewig schien ist schon Vergangenheit. Ach, und könnt' ich doch nur ein einz'ges Mal Die Uhren rückwärts drehen, Denn wieviel von dem, was ich heute weiß, Hätt' ich lieber nie gesehen. Dein Leben dreht sich nur im Kreis, So voll von weggeworfener Zeit, und Deine Träume schiebst Du endlos vor Dir her. Du willst noch leben irgendwann, Doch wenn nicht heute, wann denn dann...? Denn irgendwann ist auch ein Traum zu lange her. Τα παιδεία παίζει. |
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