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  • Citizen X
    Diamond Member

    • Sep 2011
    • 3411

    #226
    Originally posted by tec0
    Now “A perfect Circle” to me was really deep and mellow at the same time but you really need to have an open mind to the imagery especially in some of their songs. Now This song I feel is worth highlighting.

    Freedom of Choice... it is self explanatory but sometimes we need to be reminded and this song just sinks in somehow.
    Originally posted by tec0
    A Perfect Circle Lyrics "Freedom Of Choice"

    In ancient Rome
    there was a pawn
    who followed along
    and watched it fall
    he cast a stone
    he felt secure
    he felt that he would never be heard.

    Freedom of choice
    it's what you've got
    Freedom of choice

    You're given a voice
    you don't want it
    seems to be the rule of thumb
    don't be tricked by what you see
    you've got two ways to go

    I'll say it again in the land of the free:
    Use your freedom of choice, freedom of choice.


    Freedom of choice
    it's what you've got
    Freedom of choice...

    In ancient Rome
    there was a pawn
    who followed along
    and watched it fall
    he cast a stone
    he felt secure
    he felt that his voice would never be heard.


    Freedom of choice
    it's what you've got
    Freedom from choice
    it's what you want.

    Freedom of choice -
    it's what you've got.
    Freedom from choice.
    It's what you want.

    Freedom from choice
    It's what you want.
    Freedom from choice.



    Ancient Rome wow! Rome is called the boot of this world because on the world wide map it looks like a boot! Founded in 753 Bc..
    ‘Freedom of choice,’ you’ve demonstrated right here that music is the equivalent to poetry in that the listener is challenged to think, to analyse things and to put things into perspective! To appreciate this song, you’ll have to know a little something about ancient Rome and how it fell. They had freedom of choice, but imploded because of in-fighting!
    The Colosseum! The ideal meeting place for 2 warriors, Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris. One simply has to appreciate the movie makers creativity in choosing the Colosseum for the epic and climatic fight scene

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    “2 trailer park girls go round the outside round the outside, round the outside..” Now, back in the day, in 1987, this woman was stunning(definitely not a trailer park girl!!), I still picture as she was! Don’t know how she looks now, this is where gender neutral bubble gum pop appeases both sexes. This is just one of those dreamy, feel good songs
    Berlinda Carlise: Circle in the sand 1987
    “Sundown all around
    Walking thru the summer's end
    Waves crash baby, don't look back
    I won't walk away again

    Oh, baby, anywhere you go,
    We are bound together
    I begin, baby, where you end
    Some things are forever !

    Circle in the sand
    'Round and 'round
    Never ending love is what we've found
    And you complete the heart of me
    Our love is all we need
    Circle in the sand

    Cold wind, tide moves in
    Shivers in the salty air
    Day breaks, my heart aches
    I will wait for you right here.

    Oh, baby when you look for me
    Can you see forever ?
    I begin baby, where you end
    We belong together

    Circle in the sand
    'Round and 'round
    Rising of the moon as the sun goes down
    And you complete the heart of me
    Our love is all we need
    Circle in the sand
    Circle in the sand

    Baby can you hear me ?
    Can you hear me calling?”



    “Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm." Winston Churchill
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    • Citizen X
      Diamond Member

      • Sep 2011
      • 3411

      #227
      Food for thought was Ub40’s very first single, released in 1980, the term at the time was ‘7 single,’ now our younger friends won’t know what is seven single is! I’ll help you out, it was a smaller vinyl lp, 7 inches or 18 cm

      Food for thought: UB40:1980
      “Ivory madonna dying in the dust,
      Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
      Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes,
      Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies.

      Skin and bones is creeping, doesn’t know he`s dead.
      Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head.
      Politician`s argue sharpening their knives.
      Drawing up their Bargains, trading baby lives.


      Ivory madonna dying in the dust,
      Waiting for the manna coming from the west.


      Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on its way.
      Hear the angels singing, what is that they say?
      Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay.
      Jesus son of mary is born again today.


      (Chorus)

      Ivory madonna dying in the dust,
      Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
      Ivory madonna dying in the dust,
      Waiting for the manna coming from the west.”


      “Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm." Winston Churchill
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      • Citizen X
        Diamond Member

        • Sep 2011
        • 3411

        #228
        The concept of manliness!
        It is an established fact that even male wolves will pine for their mate when such soul mate dies! For manliness, I look to the manly for guidance i.e. The Beatles, John Lennon’s solo career and the way he conducted himself, Percy Sledge, Barry White, Elvis Presley and Bob Marley. All the epitome of manliness, yet all could express emotion poetically in song without reservation, and with authenticity!
        Jealous guy? Okay, so you messed up, you demonstrated unnecessary jealously! There is a way you can come back1 Just do it the John Lennon way, he done especially for Yoko Ono in song in 1971!!!
        John Lennon Jealous Guy: 1971
        “I was dreaming of the past
        And my heart was beating fast
        I began to lose control
        I began to lose control

        I didn't mean to hurt you
        I'm sorry that I made you cry
        Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you
        I'm just a jealous guy

        I was feeling insecure
        You might not love me anymore
        I was shivering inside
        I was shivering inside

        I didn't mean to hurt you
        I'm sorry that I made you cry
        Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you
        I'm just a jealous guy

        I didn't mean to hurt you
        I'm sorry that I made you cry
        Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you
        I'm just a jealous guy

        I was trying to catch your eyes
        Thought that you was trying to hide
        I was swallowing my pain
        I was swallowing my pain

        I didn't mean to hurt you
        I'm sorry that I made you cry
        Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you
        I'm just a jealous guy, watch out”


        So you have your eye on that chick but it seems like you waiting in vain, so just say that!
        Waiting in vain: Bob Marley: 1977
        “I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
        I don't wanna wait in vain for your love.
        From the very first time I placed my eyes on you, girl,
        My heart says follow through
        .
        But I know, now, that I'm way down on your line,
        But the waitin' feel is fine:
        So don't treat me like a puppet on a string,
        'Cause I know I have to do my thing.
        Don't talk to me as if you think I'm dumb;
        I wanna know when you're gonna come - seen
        .
        I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
        I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
        I don't wanna wait in vain for your love,
        'Cause if summer is here,
        I'm still waiting there;
        Winter is here,
        And I'm still waiting there.
        -
        Like I said:
        It's been three years since I'm knockin' on your door,
        And I still can knock some more:
        Ooh girl, ooh girl, is it feasible
        ?
        I wanna know now, for I to knock some more.
        Ya see, in life I know there's lots of grief,
        But your love is my relief:
        Tears in my eyes burn - tears in my eyes burn
        While I'm waiting - while I'm waiting for my turn,
        See!

        I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
        I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
        I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
        I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain);
        It's me love that you're running from.
        It's Jah love that I'm waiting on (I don't wanna - I don't wanna -
        I don't wanna - I don't wanna - I don't wanna wait in vain);
        It's me love that you're running from.”


        Play hard to get as a man? I don’t think so!
        The Beatle : 8 days a week: 1963

        "Ooh I need your love babe,
        Guess you know it's true.
        Hope you need my love babe,
        Just like I need you,Ooo.

        Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
        I ain't got nothin' but love babe,
        Eight days a week.

        Love you every day girl,
        Always on my mind.
        One thing I can say girl,
        Love you all the time,ooh


        Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
        I ain't got nothin' but love girl,
        Eight days a week.

        Eight days a week
        I love you.
        Eight days a week
        Is not enough to show I care.

        Ooh I need your love babe,
        Guess you know it's true.
        Hope you need my love babe,
        Just like I need you.

        Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
        I ain't got nothin' but love babe,
        Eight days a week.

        Eight days a week
        I love you.
        Eight days a week
        Is not enough to show I care.

        Love you every day girl,
        Always on my mind.
        One thing I can say girl,
        Love you all the time.

        Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
        I ain't got nothin' but love babe,
        Eight days a week,

        Eight days a week.”



        “Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm." Winston Churchill
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        • tec0
          Diamond Member

          • Jun 2009
          • 4624

          #229
          Be warned this is a very mellow song from a very hard core band normally synonymous with black metal. But e very cool song none the less.

          Enjoy

          Opeth "Benighted"

          Come into this night
          Here we'll be gone
          So far away
          From our weak and crumbling lives
          Come into this night
          When days are done
          Lost and astray
          In what's vanished from your eyes

          What came and distorted your sight
          Saw you benighted by your fright

          Come into this night
          Your plight alone
          Carry your weight
          You are flawed as all of us
          Come into this night
          Your only home
          It's never too late
          To repent, suffer the loss

          What came and distorted your sight
          Saw you benighted by your fright

          What came and distorted your sight
          Saw you benighted by your fright

          Come into this night
          When you're able
          To undo your deeds
          And atone with your lonely soul
          Once you're into this night
          All minds are stable
          Forget all your needs
          Lose the grip of all control
          peace is a state of mind
          Disclaimer: everything written by me can be considered as fictional.

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          • Citizen X
            Diamond Member

            • Sep 2011
            • 3411

            #230
            “A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, pollutin the air waves a rebel
            so let me just revel and bask, in the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass.”

            Brother Shady, I know a thing or two about being a rebel! In particular I know a thing or two about actual rebel music really designed to ignite revolution! Just the language, brother Shady, watch the language!

            “Where’s your birth certificate?”

            “Hey, MR POLICEMAN, I aint got no birth certificate on me now!”

            "I rebel music;
            I rebel music.)
            Why can't we roam (oh-oh-oh-oh) this open country? (open country)
            Oh, why can't we be what we wanna be?
            (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
            We want to be free. (wanna be free)

            3 o'clock roadblock - curfew,
            And i've got to throw away -
            Yes, i've got to throw away -
            A yes-a, but i've got to throw away
            My little herb stalk!

            I (rebel music) - yeah, i'm tellin' you! -!

            Take my soul


            And suss - and suss me out (suss me out).
            Check my life , If i am in doubt (i'm in doubt); i'm tellin':
            3 o'clock roadblock - roadblock - roadblock,
            And "hey, mr. cop! ain't got no - (hey) hey! (hey, mr cop) -
            (what ya sayin' down there?) - (hey) hey! (hey, mr cop) -
            Ain't got no birth certificate on me now."



            I (rebel music) - yeah, i'm tellin' you!" Bob Marley...

            “Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm." Winston Churchill
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            • tec0
              Diamond Member

              • Jun 2009
              • 4624

              #231
              Sometimes a song is meaningful because something happened within the same time frame. Looking back I cannot help but wonder why things happened the way they happened. Anyhow here you go;

              Trust Company "Slipping Away"

              You said hold on
              But I feel like I'm slipping away
              You said hold on
              But it feels like I'm slipping away


              I won't let you down
              The words you said to me
              It's echoing the sound
              Of what would never be

              I'm standing here alone
              The memories remain
              The same familiar home
              But nothing looks the same
              And I'm standing here alone
              Can't tell if I'm awake
              Reality is gone
              In a dream I will escape

              You said hold on
              But I feel like I'm slipping away
              You said hold on
              But it feels like I'm slipping away


              I'm getting through it now
              I guess it's plain to see
              That everything I am
              Is not everything you need

              And I'm standing here alone
              Can't tell if I'm awake
              Reality is gone
              In a dream I will escape

              You said hold on
              But I feel like I'm slipping away
              You said hold on
              But it feels like I'm slipping away

              And I'm standing here alone
              Can't tell if I'm awake
              And it feels like i'm slipping away

              Reality is gone
              In a dream I will escape
              And it feels like i'm slipping away
              peace is a state of mind
              Disclaimer: everything written by me can be considered as fictional.

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              • Blurock
                Diamond Member

                • May 2010
                • 4203

                #232
                Grand Finale of the annual International Durban Blues Festival tonight. Venue; Zacks, Wilson's Warf, Durban

                Sad if you missed the whole week of rock and blues music. Lots of free concerts as well. This event seems to grow every year with excellent musicians performing. Keep in your diaries for the first week of October next year.

                Excellence is not a skill; its an attitude...

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                • adrianh
                  Diamond Member

                  • Mar 2010
                  • 6328

                  #233
                  JOHNNY CASH LYRICS


                  "A Boy Named Sue"

                  My daddy left home when I was three
                  And he didn't leave much to ma and me
                  Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
                  Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
                  But the meanest thing that he ever did
                  Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

                  Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
                  And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
                  It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
                  Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
                  And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
                  I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

                  Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
                  My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
                  I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
                  But I made a vow to the moon and stars
                  That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
                  And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

                  Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
                  And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
                  I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
                  At an old saloon on a street of mud,
                  There at a table, dealing stud,
                  Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

                  Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
                  From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
                  And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
                  He was big and bent and gray and old,
                  And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
                  And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
                  Now your gonna die!!"

                  Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
                  And he went down, but to my surprise,
                  He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
                  But I busted a chair right across his teeth
                  And we crashed through the wall and into the street
                  Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

                  I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
                  But I really can't remember when,
                  He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
                  I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
                  He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
                  He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

                  And he said: "Son, this world is rough
                  And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
                  And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
                  So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
                  I knew you'd have to get tough or die
                  And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

                  He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
                  And I know you hate me, and you got the right
                  To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
                  But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
                  For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
                  Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

                  I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
                  And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
                  And I came away with a different point of view.
                  And I think about him, now and then,
                  Every time I try and every time I win,
                  And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
                  Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!


                  ...from a time when music told stories....

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                  • Citizen X
                    Diamond Member

                    • Sep 2011
                    • 3411

                    #234
                    Originally posted by adrianh

                    JOHNNY CASH LYRICS



                    "A Boy Named Sue"

                    My daddy left home when I was three
                    And he didn't leave much to ma and me
                    Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
                    Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
                    But the meanest thing that he ever did
                    Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

                    Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
                    And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
                    It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
                    Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
                    And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
                    I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

                    Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
                    My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
                    I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
                    But I made a vow to the moon and stars
                    That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
                    And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

                    Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
                    And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
                    I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
                    At an old saloon on a street of mud,
                    There at a table, dealing stud,
                    Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

                    Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
                    From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
                    And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
                    He was big and bent and gray and old,
                    And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
                    And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
                    Now your gonna die!!"

                    Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
                    And he went down, but to my surprise,
                    He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
                    But I busted a chair right across his teeth
                    And we crashed through the wall and into the street
                    Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

                    I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
                    But I really can't remember when,
                    He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
                    I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
                    He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
                    He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

                    And he said: "Son, this world is rough
                    And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
                    And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
                    So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
                    I knew you'd have to get tough or die
                    And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

                    He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
                    And I know you hate me, and you got the right
                    To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
                    But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
                    For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
                    Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

                    I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
                    And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
                    And I came away with a different point of view.
                    And I think about him, now and then,
                    Every time I try and every time I win,
                    And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
                    Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!


                    ...from a time when music told stories....


                    Adrian, you a soul-man after all! This song of Johnny Cash is indeed a classic and a masterpiece at that. I have the live version! This song remains through to what country western music really is, it’s a story in story. This song set of chain reaction of thought in me today, it made me revisit this song, and it also took me back to 1994!
                    Let me explain, All 4 one butchered a country western song that I loved with all my heart(I swear). They took the honour away from the song writers and singer that truly gave meaning to this song. You see this song was specifically written for a specific woman by country western folk in country western style, you can’t butcher a song like that1 It’s much the same as this new James Bond drinking beer all of a sudden over night as opposed to vodka martini shaken not stirred!
                    I’m a cowboy at heart, but a loneranger cowboy, ‘I swear,’ was originally written by Gary Baker and Frank J. Myers.
                    The only singer to date who gave through credibility to this song in the actual collaboration of the song and the music video will always remain John Michael Montgomery. 94.7 played this song a lot in 1994, the original one that is. It brings back some potent memories, some potent memories indeed. I dedicated this song to someone, but as a loneranger cowboy in the spirit of the video of John Michael Montgomery. His music video alone has meaning for me and not all 4 one, I refused to buy their album and was very, very angry indeed that they butchered the true meaning of this song which a true country western artist such as John Michael Montgomery expresses so well in his music video, cowboy hat, horse, classic American mountains as background and pure guitar work from the heart and not for money!
                    I proudly give you the music video of John Michael Montgomery ‘I swear,’

                    “I see the questions in your eyes
                    I know what's weighing on your mind
                    But you can be sure I know my part
                    'Cause I'll stand beside you through the years

                    You'll only cry those happy tears
                    And though I'll make mistakes
                    I'll never break your heart

                    I swear
                    By the moon and stars in the sky
                    I'll be there
                    I swear

                    Like the shadow that's by your side
                    I'll be there
                    For better or worse
                    'Til death do us part

                    I'll love you with every beat of my heart
                    I swear

                    I'll give you everything I can
                    I'll build your dreams with these two hands
                    We'll hang some memories on the wall
                    And when there's silver in your hair

                    You won't have to ask if I still care
                    'Cause as time turns the page
                    My love won't age at all

                    I swear
                    By the moon and stars in the sky
                    I'll be there
                    I swear

                    Like the shadow that's by your side
                    I'll be there
                    For better or worse
                    'Til death do us part
                    I'll love you with every beat of my heart
                    I swear

                    I swear
                    By the moon and stars in the sky
                    I'll be there
                    I swear

                    Like the shadow that's by your side
                    I'll be there
                    For better or worse
                    'Til death do us part

                    I'll love you with every beat of my heart
                    I swear”





                    “Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm." Winston Churchill
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                    • Plumbing Supplies
                      Full Member
                      • Oct 2012
                      • 49

                      #235
                      July Morning - Uriah heep

                      There I was on a July morning looking for love.
                      With the strength of a new day dawning and the beautiful sun.
                      At the sound of the first bird singing I was leaving for home.
                      With the storm and the night behind me and a road of my own.
                      With the day
                      came the resolution
                      I'll be looking for you.
                      [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/u/uriah+h..._20142398.html ]
                      I was looking for love in the strangest places.
                      There wasn't a stone that I left unturned.
                      I must have tried more than a thousand faces,
                      but not one was aware of the fire that burned
                      In my heart,
                      in my mind,
                      in my soul.
                      In my heart,
                      in my mind,
                      in my soul.

                      There I was on a July morning - I was looking for love.
                      With the strength of a new day dawning and the beautiful sun.
                      At the sound of the first bird singing I was leaving for home.
                      With the storm and the night behind me and a road of my own.
                      With the day
                      came the resolution
                      I'll be looking for you
                      "Out of suffering have emerged the strongest of souls; the most massive characters are seamed with scars..." - E.H. Chapin

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                      • Plumbing Supplies
                        Full Member
                        • Oct 2012
                        • 49

                        #236
                        THE BEST SONG EVER !!!!

                        "Stairway To Heaven"
                        Led Zepplin

                        There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
                        And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
                        When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
                        With a word she can get what she came for.
                        Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

                        There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
                        'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
                        In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
                        Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
                        Ooh, it makes me wonder,
                        Ooh, it makes me wonder.

                        There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
                        And my spirit is crying for leaving.
                        In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
                        And the voices of those who stand looking.
                        Ooh, it makes me wonder,
                        Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

                        And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
                        Then the piper will lead us to reason.
                        And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
                        And the forests will echo with laughter.

                        If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
                        It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
                        Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
                        There's still time to change the road you're on.
                        And it makes me wonder.

                        Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
                        The piper's calling you to join him,
                        Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
                        Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

                        And as we wind on down the road
                        Our shadows taller than our soul.
                        There walks a lady we all know
                        Who shines white light and wants to show
                        How everything still turns to gold.
                        And if you listen very hard
                        The tune will come to you at last.
                        When all is one and one is all
                        To be a rock and not to roll.

                        And she's buying a stairway to heaven.



                        "Out of suffering have emerged the strongest of souls; the most massive characters are seamed with scars..." - E.H. Chapin

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                        • tec0
                          Diamond Member

                          • Jun 2009
                          • 4624

                          #237
                          A new song for a group that I enjoyed for a while now. The song "We are the Others" is a really easy song to listen too and enjoy. There CD's are worth the money but go for the high quality stuff. The vocals are intoxicating if you enjoy melodic metal that is.

                          Delain "We Are The Others"

                          I'm walking with Sophie tonight
                          She lives in the air that I breathe
                          I can't get it out of my mind
                          How you were left to bleed
                          Was it how you dressed
                          Or how you act
                          I can't believe
                          How they could act so violently,
                          Without regret,
                          Well, we will not forget...

                          [Chorus:]
                          We are the others,
                          We are the cast-outs,
                          We're the outsiders
                          But you can't hide us
                          We are the others
                          We are the cast-outs
                          You're not out there on your own
                          If you feel mistreated
                          Torn and cheated
                          You are not alone
                          We are the others
                          (we are the others)


                          As simple as air in your lungs,
                          As simple as words on your lips,
                          And no one should take that away,
                          No one should argue this
                          Now with our heads up high,
                          We'll carry on,
                          And carry out,
                          That we won't let them get us down
                          Or wear us out
                          'Cause we are not alone...

                          [Chorus]

                          [Bridge:]
                          Normal is not the norm,
                          It's just a uniform...

                          (We are the others)
                          Forget about the norm
                          (We're the outsiders)
                          Take off your uniform,
                          (We are the others)
                          We are all beautiful,
                          (We are the others)

                          [Chorus]
                          We are the others,
                          We are the others.
                          peace is a state of mind
                          Disclaimer: everything written by me can be considered as fictional.

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                          • Blurock
                            Diamond Member

                            • May 2010
                            • 4203

                            #238
                            Originally posted by ER Plumbing Supplies
                            THE BEST SONG EVER !!!!

                            "Stairway To Heaven"
                            Led Zepplin

                            All time favourite! Also like Ramble On and The lemon Song on the Led Zep 2 album. I get goosebumps listening to the base and lead on those two numbers.

                            http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3HemKGDavw Turn up the volume!

                            http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMv0oHND44M Oh that base, that base...!!!

                            I still have the vinyl, but anyone know where I can get a CD? Searched all over, but no luck.
                            Excellence is not a skill; its an attitude...

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                            • Blurock
                              Diamond Member

                              • May 2010
                              • 4203

                              #239
                              Funny how some songs just become ever lasting anthems. With a little help from my friends was one.



                              The youngsters who were not yet born then, get the Woodstock DVD and see what the 60's was all about.

                              Rockers rode Harleys and vans. Elvis drove fancy sports cars. Cliff Richard was that English guy that travelled by bus, really. (Summer Holiday)
                              Excellence is not a skill; its an attitude...

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                              • Citizen X
                                Diamond Member

                                • Sep 2011
                                • 3411

                                #240
                                You get what you give! New Radicals
                                Why do certain bands break up? This group was really onto something, they brought manic andself-indulgence with very good poise! I found the song ‘ You get what you give. This is also where the paradox of ‘one hit wonder,’ comes in! 1998, it started off well and ended like hell for me to be perfectly honest with you! Whenever I heard this song in 1999 and 2000, I somehow figured that a few people with kindred spirit were enjoying this song as well!
                                “1, 2,
                                1, 2, 3!

                                Wake up kids
                                We've got the dreamers disease
                                Age 14 we got you down on your knees
                                So polite, you're busy still saying please
                                Frienemies, who when you're down ain't your friend
                                Every night we smash their Mercedes-Benz
                                First we run,and then we laugh 'til we cry

                                But when the night is falling
                                You cannot find the light
                                You feel your dreams are dying
                                Hold tight

                                You've got the music in you
                                Don't let go
                                You've got the music in you
                                One dance left
                                This world is gonna pull through
                                Don't give up
                                You've got a reason to live
                                Can't forget
                                We only get what we give

                                I'm comin' home baby
                                You're tops,
                                Give it to me now

                                Four a.m. we ran a miracle mile
                                We're flat broke,
                                But hey we do it in style

                                The bad rich
                                God's flying in for your trial

                                But when the night is falling
                                You cannot find a friend
                                You feel your tree is breaking
                                Just then

                                You've got the music in you
                                Don't let go
                                You've got the music in you
                                One dance left

                                This world is gonna pull through
                                Don't give up
                                You've got a reason to live
                                Can't forget
                                We only get what we give

                                This whole damn world, could fall apart
                                You'll be ok, follow your heart
                                You're in harms way, I'm right behind
                                Now say you're mine

                                You've got the music in you
                                Don't let go
                                You've got the music in you
                                One dance left
                                This world is gonna pull through
                                Don't give up
                                You've got a reason to live
                                Can't forget
                                We only get what we give

                                Don't let go
                                I feel the music in you
                                Don't let go
                                Fly high
                                What's real, can't die
                                You only get what you give

                                You are gonna get what you give
                                Don't give up
                                Just don't be afraid to leave
                                Health insurance rip off lying FDA big bankers buying
                                Fake computer crashes dining
                                Cloning while they're multiplying
                                Fashion shoots with Beck and Hanson
                                Courtney Love, and Marilyn Manson
                                You're all fakes
                                Run to your mansions
                                Come around

                                We'll kick your ass in
                                Don't let go
                                One dance left
                                Don't give up
                                Can't forget"

                                "I can't forget..Sigmund Freud analyze this!"



                                “Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm." Winston Churchill
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