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by cthia » Fri Mar 09, 2018 12:15 am | |
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A very nice live version of Dreams by Fleetwood Mac.
Lyrics Now here you go again, you say You want your freedom Well who am I to keep you down It's only right that you should Play the way you feel it But listen carefully to the sound Of your loneliness Like a heartbeat drives you mad In the stillness of remembering what you had And what you lost, and what you had, and what you lost Thunder only happens when it's raining Players only love you when they're playing Say women they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean, you'll know, you'll know Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions I keep my visions to myself, it's only me Who wants to wrap around your dreams and, Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? Dreams of loneliness, Like a heartbeat, drives you mad In the stillness of remembering, what you had, And what you lost and what you had and what you lost Thunder only happens when it's raining Players only love you when they're playing Women, they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean, you'll know Thunder only happens when it's raining Players only love you when they're playing Say, women, they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean, you'll know You'll know, you will know, you'll know Son, your mother says I have to hang you. Personally I don't think this is a capital offense. But if I don't hang you, she's gonna hang me and frankly, I'm not the one in trouble. —cthia's father. Incident in ? Axiom of Common Sense |
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by Daryl » Fri Mar 09, 2018 12:52 am | |
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A decade or so ago the English Poet Laureate stated that this was the best poem ever written. Best listened to late at night after a few reds.
Visions Of Johanna WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman’s bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the “D” train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight Ask himself if it’s him or them that’s really insane Louise, she’s all right, she’s just near She’s delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna’s not here The ghost of ’lectricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He’s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall How can I explain? Oh, it’s so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, “Jeeze I can’t find my knees” Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel The peddler now speaks to the countess who’s pretending to care for him Sayin’, “Name me someone that’s not a parasite and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him” But like Louise always says “Ya can’t look at much, can ya man?” As she, herself, prepares for him And Madonna, she still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps to the road He writes ev’rything’s been returned which was owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain |
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by cthia » Fri Mar 09, 2018 1:42 am | |
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Let's give it some airplay. Son, your mother says I have to hang you. Personally I don't think this is a capital offense. But if I don't hang you, she's gonna hang me and frankly, I'm not the one in trouble. —cthia's father. Incident in ? Axiom of Common Sense |
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by Daryl » Fri Mar 09, 2018 8:17 am | |
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While on a roll, this is worth a thought as well,
Marianne Faithfull – The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan Lyrics The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round. At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair. Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school, And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day. She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way. At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair. The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand, And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd. At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair... |
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by cthia » Sat Jan 18, 2020 3:37 pm | |
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What's Up 4 Non Blondes
Son, your mother says I have to hang you. Personally I don't think this is a capital offense. But if I don't hang you, she's gonna hang me and frankly, I'm not the one in trouble. —cthia's father. Incident in ? Axiom of Common Sense |
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by cthia » Thu Jun 11, 2020 6:18 pm | |
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It isn't at all uncommon that a particular band and song moves me to tears.
Shallows and Daughter leaves me at a loss for words. Played on my Bose 901's should be illegal. Son, your mother says I have to hang you. Personally I don't think this is a capital offense. But if I don't hang you, she's gonna hang me and frankly, I'm not the one in trouble. —cthia's father. Incident in ? Axiom of Common Sense |
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by WeberFan » Sat Jun 13, 2020 4:27 pm | |
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Two from Nightwish:
Ghost love score, live at the Wacken Music Festival 2013: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYjIlHWBAVo. The Greatest Show on Earth, live at Tampere, Finland 2015 (starts at 1:30:19): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFO601n4SCM. But this one is 24-minutes long... Who would have thought that a classically-trained opera singer could rock the house in a metal group... |
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by zuluwiz » Sun Jun 28, 2020 7:48 pm | |
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"Paradise by the Dashboard Light" by Meatloaf.
"Veteran of the Psychic Wars" by BOC. Anything off the first Boston album. |
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by cthia » Mon Jun 29, 2020 10:12 am | |
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Yessss! I love myself some Meatloaf, the band too! The concerts were always densely packed high-octane filled stampedes waiting to happen. But I loved every one I attended. I Will Do Anything For Love is my all-time Meatloaf favorite. That number is always lavishly done, and the duet never fails to give me goosebumps. The original. Boston's More than A Feeling brings back very fond memories of a time and a girl long ago. Renee, are you there? Son, your mother says I have to hang you. Personally I don't think this is a capital offense. But if I don't hang you, she's gonna hang me and frankly, I'm not the one in trouble. —cthia's father. Incident in ? Axiom of Common Sense |
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