What are you listening to?

MnSportsman said:
The song seemed to have gotten stuck in my head.


THE HOLLIES - He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1KtScrqtbc

And another....

Bill Withers "Lean on me".

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoPU7UCEok8&feature=related

I hope you enjoy.
:)

I did, thank you. I like both these songs :)
 
Anybody out there like Classical Minimalist composer Steve Reich?

Music for 18 Musicians is an excellent starting point.

Those who want to dive right into the deep end should get his Early Works compilation. And you're allowed to use Ableton.
 
Another Girl's Paradise / Tori Amos

you caught me lingering
in another girl's paradise
the way she paints the world
i want that in my life
emeralds,
you should know,
are renting in her meadow
with a stroke beauty lives
how could i resist, you are desire

when it all is said said and done
who can love you and still be standing
there's mary calling up a storm
can i take from you and not keep taking
naked as day Gemma follows him
does it all come down
to the thing one girl fears in the night
is another girl's paradise

through twists and turns
Jasmine foxed me in her grove
arms filled with honey-bells,
st michaels sanford bloods
"you have come to discover what you want"
what i want is not to want what isn't mine
"but i am desire" when it all is said and done.

is another girl
is another girl
is another girl's paradise
 
Celtic Spirit - Ailein Duinn

Gura mise tha fo éislean
Moch sa mhaduinn is mi 'g éirigh

Sèist:
Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiubhlainn leat

Ma 's e 'n cluasag dhut a' ghaineamh
Ma 's e leabaidh dhut an fheamainn

Ma 's e 'n t-iasg do choinnlean geala
Ma 's e na ròin do luchd-faire

Dh'òlainn deoch ge b' oil le càch e
De dh'fhuil do choim 's tu 'n déidh do bhathadh

English translation:

How sorrowful I am
Early in the morning rising

Chorus (after each verse):
Ò hì, I would go with thee
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Brown-haired Alan, ò hì, I would go with thee

If it is thy pillow the sand
If it is thy bed the seaweed

If it is the fish thy candles bright
If it is the seals thy watchmen

I would drink, though all would abhor it
Of thy heart's blood after thy drowning

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvqwH_mSZco
 
I'll like to dedicate this song to the psychopaths:

Anthrax
Persistance Of Time (1990)
Belly Of The Beast

You walk this earth without a heart
You tear the innocent's soul apart
You shovel your conscience into the grave
You walk this earth without a heart
Your uniform couldn't be taken off
A tattoo burned into your flesh
Your mind, your voice
These are your instruments of death
How could you dare to be so bold
You only did as you were told
Marionettes dancing in time
To the apologetic lines
For all the monsters of our time
Who is evil, who is blind?
In the name of who you'll find
A city of souls dying for peace
Welcome to the belly of the beast
One mind, one voice
Welcome to the belly of the beast
Who hears, your voice?
Millions, never, never again
Madness, never, never again
Martyrs, dead that can't die
Monsters
Insanity, the normal state
The left hand a hammer, the right the stake
Driven so deep into the heart
It's killing love, it's killing faith
It's killing 'cause it's from the heart
What better way to demoralize
When your own children are your spies
The things you trust are not the same
Trust in death, trust in grief
Trust in hope is trust in pain
Who is evil, who is blind?
In the name of who you'll find
A city of souls dying for peace
Welcome to the belly of the beast
One mind, one voice
Welcome to the belly of the beast
Who hears, your voice?
Millions, never, never again
Madness, never, never again
Martyrs, dead that can't die
Monsters
Who is evil, who is blind?
In the name of who you'll find
You're not supposed to question faith
But how do you accept this fate?
Madness, tear the innocent's souls apart
Martyrs, shovel your conscience into the grave
Monsters
A city of souls dying for peace
Welcome to the belly of the beast
One mind, one voice
Welcome to the belly of the beast
Who hears, your voice?
This is the belly of the beast
And all the souls dying for peace
Inside the belly of the beast
Millions, never, never again
Madness, never, never again
Martyrs, dead that can't die
Monsters

http://youtu.be/vyABEv2rvbw
 
Shambala (1975) - Three Dog Night

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnyh6i9NvmE

It seems that I'm stuck in times long gone. The memories are still worth thinking about though. More good than bad.

:)

Hope you can find some fun in the song, if not... Laff at the clothes we used to wear.

:lol:
 
Why not? It should make ya smile...
;)

Johnny Cash - Big Rock Candy Mountain

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khGmp7MJ2MI&feature=related

Smile...If ya can.
;D
 
(sigh)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LWHygxWfOo

Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
Well, it's just an invitation to the blues

And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue

She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues

But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
And an open invitation to the blues

But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night,
And then he's drunk and never even told her that he cared
So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
And left her with an invitation to the blues

'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while
Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,
And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
And I'll accept your invitation to the blues
 
Miss.K said:
(sigh)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LWHygxWfOo

Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,
Well, it's just an invitation to the blues

And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue

She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues

But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
And an open invitation to the blues

But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night,
And then he's drunk and never even told her that he cared
So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
And left her with an invitation to the blues

'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while
Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,
And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
And I'll accept your invitation to the blues

Thanks for sharing. I love Tom Waits. :)
 
Olé!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqSgU0uCnlk

another beautiful love song, something about the sun and moon and a butterfly that loves the lily more than the lily loves it back

El sol, joven y fuerte,
ha vencido a la luna,
que se aleja impotente,
del campo de batalla.

La luz vence tinieblas
por campiñas lejanas,
el aire huele a pan nuevo,
el pueblo se despereza,
ha llegado la mañana.

Al amanecer,
al amanecer,
con un beso blanco
yo te desperté.

La noche llegó,
la noche llegó,
porque la montaña
se ha tragao al sol.

Y en la montaña
se oye un eco de gemíos,
el viento ha quebrao un junco
que ya estaba florecío.

¿Por qué se ha escondío el sol?
Se quea muda de pronto
la flauta del gorrión.

Saca la red, hermano saca la red,
que ya ha salío la luna,
no la vayas a coger.

Ayer cuando amaneció,
una mariposa blanca,
de un lirio se enamoró.

que si, que si, que no, que no
que tu a mi no me quieres como te quiero yo
 
St. Vincent - Strange Mercy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JwXCBi-Eh8
 
I enjoy Herbert Grönemeyer's music and really delight in the spectator zanyness at some European soccer matches. I also enjoy watching kids having fun, so this is a natural 'like' for me:

Video compilation includes portions of the 2006 World Cup and synched transitions between the professional match and a kids back lot game.

Link to music video:

_http://www.myspace.com/video/old-profile-out-of-service/herbert-gronemeyer-zeit-dass-sich-was-dreht/4454473


Herbert Grönemeyer - "Zeit, Dass Sich Was Dreht"

Lyrics:

Wer jetzt nicht lebt,
wird nichts erleben.
Bei wem jetzt nichts geht,
bei dem geht was verkehrt.
Zahl ist gefallen,
die Seiten vergeben.
Du fühlst, du träumst.
Du fühlst, du glaubst, du fliegst.
Du fliegst.
Du fliegst!

oe-ole-oe
oe-ole-oe

Bis zum Leben e-do-de (Bis zum Leben e-do-de)

En avant pour la victoire
oe-ole-oe

En avant pour la victoire
oe-ole-oe

C'est le moment de l'espoire
oe-ole-oe

C'est le moment de l'espoire
oe-ole-oe

Die Sekunden sind gezählt,
Hoffnungen übergroß!

Es wird Zeit, dass sich was dreht,
was dreht,
was dreht!
Zeit, dass sich was dreht,
was dreht,
was dreht!
Es wird Zeit, dass sich was dreht!

[...]

Leg die Welt an den Punkt,
Geduld ist ungesund
Es wird Zeit, dass sich was dre(ole-oe)ht,
was dre(ole-oe)ht,
was dreht!
Zeit, dass sich was dre(ole-oe)ht,
was dre(ole-oe)ht,
was dreht!
Zeit, dass sich was dre(ole-oe)ht,
was dre(ole-oe)ht,
was dreht!

Wer sich jetzt nicht regt,
wird ewig warten.
Es gibt keine Wahl
und kein zweites Mal!
Die Zeit bereit,
nicht zu vertagen.
Du fühlst, du träumst.
Du fühlst, du glaubst, du fliegst.
Du fliegst.
Du fliegst!

Dreht,
was dreht,
was dreht!
Zeit, dass sich was dreht (oe-ole-oe),
was dreht,
was dreht!
Zeit, dass sich was dreht (oe-ole-oe, Bis zum Leben e-do-de),
was dreht,
was dreht!
Zeit, dass sich was dreht (oe-ole-oe, Bis zum Leben e-do-de),
was dreht,
was dreht!
Zeit, dass sich was dreht (oe-ole-oe, Bis zum Leben e-do-de),
was dreht,
was dreht!
Zeit, dass sich was dreht (oe-ole-oe, Bis zum Leben e-do-de),
was dreht,
was dreht! (Bis zum Leben e-do-de)
Zeit, dass sich was dreht (oe-ole-oe, Bis zum Leben e-do-de),
was dreht,
was dreht!
Zeit, dass sich was dreht (oe-ole-oe, Bis zum Leben e-do-de),
was dreht,
was dreht!
Zeit, dass sich was dreht (oe-ole-oe, Bis zum Leben e-do-de),
was dreht,
was dreht!
Zeit, dass sich was dreht (oe-ole-oe, Bis zum Leben e-do-de),
was dreht,
was dreht!
Zeit, dass sich was dreht!
 
Astrakhan Café by Anouar Brahem Trio

_http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOPK0TCy-bw

Brahem's music has a wonderful Arabic/Middle-eastern vibe. The linked piece is from a CD of the same name, released in 2000.

Wikipedia said:
Anouar Brahem
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Anouar Brahem

Anouar Brahem (in Arabic أنور براهيم) (born on October 20, 1957) is an oud player and composer. He is widely acclaimed as an innovator in his field.[1] Performing primarily for a jazz audience, he fuses Arab classical music, folk music and jazz and has been recording since at least 1991, after becoming prominent in his own country in the late 1980s.[2]

Brahem was born in Halfaouine in the Medina of Tunis, Tunisia.
 
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