Thanx4Knives
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kronkonite said:
I'll second that, Great Band
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Music that sums up life
- Thread starter GazW
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I'll second that, Great Band
nijinsky's fetlocks
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stonerblue said:Here we go again, its monday at last,
Hes heading for the waterloo line,
To catch the 8 a.m. fast, its usually dead on time,
Hope it isnt late, got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy the times
good morning smithers-jones
hows the wife and home?
did you get the car youve been looking for?
Let me get inside you, let me take control of you,
We could have some good times,
All this worry will get you down,
Ill give you a new meaning to life - I dont think so.
Sitting on the train, youre nearly there
Youre part of the production line,
Youre the same as him, youre like tin-sardines,
Get out of the pack, before they peel you back.
Arrive at the office, spot on time,
The clock on the wall hasnt yet struck nine,
good morning smithers jones
the boss wants to see you alone
i hope its the promotion youve been looking for
Let me get inside you, let me take control of you,
We could have some good times,
All this worry will get you down,
Ill give you a new meaning to life - I dont think so.
come in smithers old boy
take a seat, take the weight off your feet
Ive some news to tell you
theres no longer a position for you -
sorry smithers jones.
Put on the kettle and make some tea
Its all a part of feeling groovie
Put on your slippers turn on the tv
Its all a part of feeling groovie
Its time to relax, now youve worked your arse off
But the only one smilin is the sun tanned boss
Work and work and work and work till you die
Theres plenty more fish in the sea to fry
Just one of many great Jam lyrics that sum up the mundane and empty existence many felt in the 80's.
The Kurious Oranj
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I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade,
He'd let us in, knows where we've been, in his octopus's garden in the shade.
I'd ask my friends to come and see an octopus's garden with me.
I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade.
We would be warm below the storm in our little hide-a-way beneath the waves.
Resting our head on the sea bed in an octopus's garden near a cave.
We would sing and dance around because we know we can't be found.
I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade.
We would shout and swim about the coral that lies beneath the waves.
Oh what joy for every girl and boy knowing they're happy and they're safe.
We would be so happy, you and me, no-one there to tell us what to do,
I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden with you.
He'd let us in, knows where we've been, in his octopus's garden in the shade.
I'd ask my friends to come and see an octopus's garden with me.
I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade.
We would be warm below the storm in our little hide-a-way beneath the waves.
Resting our head on the sea bed in an octopus's garden near a cave.
We would sing and dance around because we know we can't be found.
I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade.
We would shout and swim about the coral that lies beneath the waves.
Oh what joy for every girl and boy knowing they're happy and they're safe.
We would be so happy, you and me, no-one there to tell us what to do,
I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden with you.
The Kurious Oranj
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The rain falls down on last year's man,
that's a Jew's harp on the table,
that's a crayon in his hand.
And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled
far past the stems of thumbtacks
that still throw shadows on the wood.
And the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.
I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
oh one by one she had to tell them
that her name was Joan of Arc.
I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while;
I want to thank you, Joan of Arc,
for treating me so well.
And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight;
all these wounded boys you lie beside,
goodnight, my friends, goodnight.
I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived;
Bethlehem the bridegroom,
Babylon the bride.
Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me,
and Bethlehem inflamed us both
like the shy one at some orgy.
And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
that I had to draw aside to see
the serpent eat its tail.
Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain
so I hang upon my altar
and I voice my acts again.
And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began
when Jesus was the honeymoon
and Cain was just the man.
And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin
that the wilderness is gathering
all its children back again.
The rain falls down on last year's man,
an hour has gone by
and he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen if he only gives the word;
the lovers will rise up
and the mountains touch the ground.
But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.
that's a Jew's harp on the table,
that's a crayon in his hand.
And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled
far past the stems of thumbtacks
that still throw shadows on the wood.
And the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.
I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
oh one by one she had to tell them
that her name was Joan of Arc.
I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while;
I want to thank you, Joan of Arc,
for treating me so well.
And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight;
all these wounded boys you lie beside,
goodnight, my friends, goodnight.
I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived;
Bethlehem the bridegroom,
Babylon the bride.
Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me,
and Bethlehem inflamed us both
like the shy one at some orgy.
And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
that I had to draw aside to see
the serpent eat its tail.
Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain
so I hang upon my altar
and I voice my acts again.
And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began
when Jesus was the honeymoon
and Cain was just the man.
And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin
that the wilderness is gathering
all its children back again.
The rain falls down on last year's man,
an hour has gone by
and he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen if he only gives the word;
the lovers will rise up
and the mountains touch the ground.
But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.
Bigga
Well-Known Member
All too fooking deep, looking at the nuances of life and self pitying youselves.
Talk Talk said:
"Baby,
life's what you make it
Can't escape it
Baby,
yesterday's favourite
Don't you hate it
(Everything's All RIght)
life's what you make it
(Everything's All RIght)
Baby,
life's what you make it
Don't backdate it
Baby,
Don't try to shade it
Beauty is naked
(Everything's all right)
life's what you make it
(Everything's all right)
Life's What You Make It
Baby,
life's what you make it
Celebrate it
Anticipate it
Yesterday's faded
Nothing can change it
Life's what you make it
(Everything's all right)
life's what you make it
(Everything's all right)
Life's What You Make It
(Everything's all right)
yeah yeah
(Everything's all right)"
Talk Talk said:
"Baby,
life's what you make it
Can't escape it
Baby,
yesterday's favourite
Don't you hate it
(Everything's All RIght)
life's what you make it
(Everything's All RIght)
Baby,
life's what you make it
Don't backdate it
Baby,
Don't try to shade it
Beauty is naked
(Everything's all right)
life's what you make it
(Everything's all right)
Life's What You Make It
Baby,
life's what you make it
Celebrate it
Anticipate it
Yesterday's faded
Nothing can change it
Life's what you make it
(Everything's all right)
life's what you make it
(Everything's all right)
Life's What You Make It
(Everything's all right)
yeah yeah
(Everything's all right)"
nijinsky's fetlocks
Well-Known Member
The Kurious Oranj said:I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade,
He'd let us in, knows where we've been, in his octopus's garden in the shade.
I'd ask my friends to come and see an octopus's garden with me.
I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade.
We would be warm below the storm in our little hide-a-way beneath the waves.
Resting our head on the sea bed in an octopus's garden near a cave.
We would sing and dance around because we know we can't be found.
I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden in the shade.
We would shout and swim about the coral that lies beneath the waves.
Oh what joy for every girl and boy knowing they're happy and they're safe.
We would be so happy, you and me, no-one there to tell us what to do,
I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus's garden with you.
Ringo-tastic,Kurious.
What was the man smoking that day?!
jimharri
Moderator
Fantastic song; beats the shit out of the Smiths any old day of the week! Fantastic guitar, great lyrics. "Begin the day with a friendly voice, a companion unobtrusive."Dave H said:guv said:BTâ„¢ said:Yes and that computer has no Rush on it ;)guv said:BTâ„¢ said:Not for me!guv said:Rush - The Temples Of Syrinx
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.
I think we can all agree that Rush speak for us all.
Truly fookin' awful.
C'mon, BT!
Surely you have a computer in your house (or cathedral) that controls everything on the planet?
I know I do. I think MOST people do.
Naughty man.
I'm not particularly into Rush, but surely everyone loves Spirit of Radio?
frankstonblue
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With the season not too far away...what about Thin Lizzy's " The boys are back in Town".
kronkonite
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At my house I've got no shackles
You can come and look if you want to
In the halls you'll see the mantles
Where the light shines dim all around you
And the streets are paved with gold and if
Someone asks you, you can call my name
You are just a thought that someone
Somewhere somehow feels you should be here
And it's so for real to touch
To smell, to feel, to know where you are here
And the streets are paved with gold and if
Someone asks you, you can call my name
You can call my name
I hear you calling my name yeah all right now
By the time that I'm through singing
The bells from the schools of wars will be ringing
More confusions, blood transfusions
The news today will be the movies for tomorrow
And the water's turned to blood, and if
You don't think so
Go turn on your tub
And it it's mixed with mud
You'll see it turn to gray
And you can call my name
I hear you call my name
You can come and look if you want to
In the halls you'll see the mantles
Where the light shines dim all around you
And the streets are paved with gold and if
Someone asks you, you can call my name
You are just a thought that someone
Somewhere somehow feels you should be here
And it's so for real to touch
To smell, to feel, to know where you are here
And the streets are paved with gold and if
Someone asks you, you can call my name
You can call my name
I hear you calling my name yeah all right now
By the time that I'm through singing
The bells from the schools of wars will be ringing
More confusions, blood transfusions
The news today will be the movies for tomorrow
And the water's turned to blood, and if
You don't think so
Go turn on your tub
And it it's mixed with mud
You'll see it turn to gray
And you can call my name
I hear you call my name
goat boy
Well-Known Member
And it feels right this time
On this crash course were in the big time
Pay no mind to the distant thunder
Beauty fills his head with wonder, boy....
Says it feels right this time
Turn around, found new high lights
Good day to be alive sir
Good day to be alive, he said.....
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way.
On this crash course were in the big time
Pay no mind to the distant thunder
Beauty fills his head with wonder, boy....
Says it feels right this time
Turn around, found new high lights
Good day to be alive sir
Good day to be alive, he said.....
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way.