What are you listening to?

The script ft. will.i.am - hall of fame

Yeah, You could be the greatest
You can be the best
You can be the King Kong banging on your chest

You could beat the world
You could beat the war
You could talk to God, go banging on his door

You can throw your hands up
You can be the clock
You can move a mountain
You can break rocks
You can be a master
Don't wait for luck
Dedicate yourself and you can find yourself

Standing in the hall of fame
And the world's gonna know your name
Cause you burn with the brightest flame
And the world's gonna know your name
And you'll be on the walls of the hall of fame

You could go the distance
You could run the mile
You could walk straight through hell with a smile

You could be the hero
You could get the gold
Breaking all the records that thought never could be broke

Do it for your people
Do it for your pride
Never gonna know if you never even try

Do it for your country
Do it for you name
Cause there's gonna be a day

When your, standing in the hall of fame
And the world's gonna know your name
Cause you burn with the brightest flame
And the world's gonna know your name
And you'll be on the walls of the hall of fame

Be a champion, Be a champion, Be a champion, Be a champion

On the walls of the hall of fame

Be students
Be teachers
Be politicians
Be preachers

Be believers
Be leaders
Be astronauts
Be champions
Be true seekers

Be students
Be teachers
Be politicians
Be preachers

Be believers
Be leaders
Be astronauts
Be champions

Standing in the hall of fame
And the world's gonna know your name
Cause you burn with the brightest flame
And the world's gonna know your name
And you'll be on the walls of the hall of fame

(You can be a champion)
You could be the greatest
(You can be a champion)
You can be the best
(You can be a champion)
You can be the king kong banging on your chest

(You can be a champion)
You could beat the world
(You can be a champion)
You could beat the war
(You can be a champion)
You could talk to God, go banging on his door

(You can be a champion)
You can throw your hands up
(You can be a champion)
You can be the clock
(You can be a champion)
You can move a mountain
(You can be a champion)
You can break rocks

(You can be a champion)
You can be a master
(You can be a champion)
Don't wait for luck
(You can be a champion)
Dedicate yourself and you can find yourself
(You can be a champion)

Standing in the hall of fame
 
A nice bit of depressing Morrissey.


Love this song and the lyrics.

"Does the body rules the mind or does the mind rule the body?"


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxZo5UODCCg
 
One of few artists who through their carreer has been raising awareness (or at least trying to) of what goes on in Palestina. They declined to become rich and famous (it was offered to them in exchange for their souls), to instead do what they thought was right.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvZt2ICvG1Q

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcZKyEM_CZs
 
one more,
Savage Rose, What do you do now?
from ´73
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AB7zzpNV8y4
and just recorded again a couple of years ago
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78FLcqs2HjA


When you stand by the window
And outside life goes by
And people are just shadows
Of a dirty lie
When your heart is exploding
Will you let it burn
And you look around
There's no return

What do you do now
What do you do now
Do you sit down and wait
And cry
When it's all too late?

When you live in a dark
And cold and chilly hole
And you know where you are
That's the human soul
And your feet keep on walking
Leaving every hope
And children are born
All around the globe

What do you do now...
 
Beautiful but tragic song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAWcs5H-qgQ

"The A Team"

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
Or angels to die "
 
Billy Talent (Great Canadian Band!) - Viking Death March

Down, let's take it down
Raise up the heads on a stake
We will show no mercy
On evolution's mistake

Change, will have to wait
If we can't decide on a fate
Self appointed profits
And a doomsday charade

You preach about love
And teach about fate
But all your beliefs are still rooted in hate

Crosses still burn
Axes still fall
And down on your knees you just don't look so tall (x2)

Stop, punch in the clock
Punch it with all of your rage
Put the men in office
For a minimum wage

Rats, fighting for scraps
Siphon the gas from your tank
Left your pockets empty
As they laughed at the bank

They speak about draws
But make no mistake
They shaking your head while they spit in your face

Crosses still burn
Axes still fall
And down on your knees you just don't look so tall (x2)

Now, the time is now
We can still turn it around
Raise your voice like a weapon
Til' they fall to the ground

Light, let there be light
Without a shadow of doubt
We will fight tooth and nail until
Salvation is found

So how can you look
The world in the eyes
When all we can see is corruption and lies

Down on your knees
You don't look so tall (x2)

Crackin' the whip on the backs of the poor
We asked you to stop but you still wanted more
The blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl
Down on your knees you just don't look so tall

Crosses still burn
Axes still fall
Down on your knees you just don't look so tall (x3)

Crosses still burn
Axes still fall
Down on your knees, you don't look so tall
Open your eyes and the empire falls!
 
I am a poor freezingly cold soul
So far from where
I intended to go

Scavenging through life's very constant lows
So far from where I'm determined to go

Wish I knew the way to reach the one I love
There is no way ...
Wish I had the charm to attract the one I love
But you see, I've got no charm
Mmm...

Tonight I've consumed much more than I can hold
Oh, this is very clear to you
And you can tell I have never really loved
You can tell, by the way, I sleep all day

And all of my life no-one gave me anything
No-one has ever given me anything
My love is as sharp as a needle in your eye
You must be such a fool to pass me by...





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qNb5Z1lCB0o&feature=g-hist
 
"Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas. A marvelous rendition by fellow Welshman Richard Burton
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQ6W-UtUNAk&feature=fvwrel

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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I could draw you a picture of the world and a screw....


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsqqTuM9-YY

Reigning Sound - Banker and a liar
 
Johann Strauss's Radetzky March Op. 228 played by traditional Chinese instruments.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M13e1M76SqM

This march always makes me want to jump out of my seat and dance :D
 
White Sun-Doobie Brothers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dTBTeoS0MA
Forty Reasons-Lee Michaels
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EosmIsqQ5_Y&feature=BFa&list=AL94UKMTqg-9C96DxdxmQtMbCd8Mx9-ISh
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