What are you listening to?

The Writ

The way I feel is the way I am
I wish I'd walked before I started to run to you
Just to you

What kind of people do you think we are?
Another joker who's a rock and roll star for you
Just for you

The faithful image of another man
The endless ocean of emotion I swam for you
Yeah for you

The shot troopers laying down on the floor
I wish they'd put an end to my running war with you
Yeah with you

Are you metal, are you man?
You've changed in life since you began
Yeah began

Ladies digging gold from you
Will they still dig now you're through
Yeah you're through

You bought and sold me with your lying words
The voices in the deck that you never heard came through
Yeah came through

Your folly finally got to spend with a gun
A poisoned father who has poisoned his son, that's you
Yeah that's you

I beg you please don't let it get any worse
The anger I once had has turned to a curse on you
Yeah curse you

All of the promises that never came true
You're gonna get what is coming to you, that's true
Ah, that's true

Are you Satan, are you man?
You've changed in life since it began
It began

Vultures sucking gold from you
Will they still suck now you're through

(Cats, Rats)

The search is on, so you just better run
And find yourself another way
Probably dead, they don't feel a thing
To keep them living for another day

(Rats, Rat)

You are nonentity, you have no destiny
You are a victim of a thing unknown
A mantle picture of a stolen soul
A fornication of your golden throne

A smiling face, it means the world to me
So tired of sadness and of misery

My life it started some time ago
Where it will end, I don't know
I thought I was so good
I thought I was fine
I feel my world is out of time

But everything is gonna work out fine
If it don't I think I'll lose my mind

I know, I know, I know, yeah yeah I know
Listen to me while I sing this song
You might just think the words are wrong
Too many people advising me
But they don't know what my eyes see

But everything is gonna work out fine
 
Bob Dylan, "Jokerman"


Standing on the water, casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships sailing into the mist
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with truth so far off, what good will it do.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky
You rise up and say goodbye to no one
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one
Shedding off one more layer of skin
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care ? Ain't nobody there would want marry your sister
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed
Michelangeo indeed could've carved out your features
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Only a matter of time 'til the night comes stepping in.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

_http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4563840669393845579&q=jokerman&ei=kmSXSMLBOIfy4ALHysCYBQ
 
DonaldJHunt said:
Love that song! Thanks for the reminder and the lyrics. I always thought it was about Detroit.

Rise said:
Dire Straits: Telegraph Road

...
From all of these signs saying sorry but were closed
All the way down the telegraph road

Huge guitar solo at the end :D
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I'm pretty sure it is of Detroit, wikipedia thinks so, _http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telegraph_Road_(song)
Inspired by a bus trip taken by Knopfler, the lyrics narrate a tale of changing land development over a span of many decades along Telegraph Road in Michigan. In the latter verses, the singer focuses on one man's personal struggle with unemployment.
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I love most of his songs, most of them seem to have this 'timeless' classic feel to them, osit. Another great favorite would be Sultans of Swing, just fantastic lyrics and guitar work all the way around. :cool2:

_http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LB3b1W6rEDw

Sultans of Swing

You get a shiver in the dark
Its been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on down south way on down south London town

You check out guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind hes strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
Hes got a daytime job hes doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the sultans with the sultans of swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the sultans played creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
thank you goodnight now its time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
we are the sultans of swing
 
Another beautiful sounding song - and lyrics - by Alanis Morissette called Utopia:

we'd gather around all in a room fasten our belts engage in dialogue
we'd all slow down rest without guilt not lie without fear disagree sans judgement

we would stay and respond and expand and include and allow and forgive and
enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire and accept and admit and divulge and
open and reach out and speak up

This is utopia this is my utopia
This is my ideal my end in sight
Utopia this is my utopia
This is my nirvana
My ultimate

we'd open our arms we'd all jump in we'd all coast down into safety nets

we would share and listen and support and welcome be propelled by passion not
invest in outcomes we would breathe and be charmed and amused by difference
be gentle and make room for every emotion

we'd provide forums we'd all speak out we'd all be heard we'd all feel seen

we'd rise post-obstacle more defined more grateful we would heal be humbled
and be unstoppable we'd hold close and let go and know when to do which we'd
release and disarm and stand up and feel safe

this is utopia this is my utopia
this is my ideal my end in sight
utopia this is my utopia
this is my nirvana
my ultimate
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Chris Rea - Road to Hell

Stood still on a highway I saw a woman by the side of the road

With a face
that I knew like my own reflected in my window
Well she walked up to my quarterlight and she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me in my shadows

She said: Son what are you doing here?
My fear for you has turned me in my grave
I said: Mama I came to the valley of the rich
myself to sell
She said: Son this to the road to hell

On your journey 'cross the wilderness from desert to the well
You have strayed upon the motorway to hell

Well I standing by a river but the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison you can think of
Then I'm underneath the streetlights
but the light of joy I know
Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows

And the perverted fear of violence chokes a smile on every face

And common sense is ringing out the bells
This ain't no technological breakdown
oh no

This is the road to hell

And all the roads jam up with credit
and there's nothing you can do
Its all just bits of paper flying away from you
Look out world
take a good look what goes down here

You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway

Oh no
this is the road
this is the road
this is the road to hell.
 
I can't seem to get this one out of my head

Black Hole by She & Him (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOs5UwFHa6w)

My eyes are so bleary
I guess I'm young but i feel so weary
I've tried to express it
But I think its all a bore
Its at the heart of me,
A very part of me

Speak slowly, I can't hear you
My mind keeps spinning closer and closer to the rain on the roof,
And the rain in my head, and the things that you said
People take it further ahead
And it just gets so foggy
It's nowhere in here
And its everywhere else that I don't wanna be,
But I'm stuck here getting misty over you
I'm alone on a bicycle for two.

Speak slowly, I can't hear you
My mind keeps spinning closer and closer to the rain on the roof,
and the rain in my head, and the things that you said
People take it further ahead
And it just gets so foggy
It's nowhere in here
And its everywhere else that I don't wanna be,
But I'm stuck here getting misty over you
I'm alone on a bicycle for two.
 
Dalek - Asylum (from Absence 2004)

Adverse effect affect the 10 that might listen
Welcome to the 21st neo-inquisition
Bite your tongue hold you thoughts close to vest
Better yet look for stars that they stitch reading "projects"
Ironic, we never see ourselves as next prey
What, now we equals cause we have a King's holiday?
Coming storm here to stay
They turned the noon sky heron gray
Africans into slaves
Say we free
But if we speak like Malcolm X then they assassinate
Fate of men on corporate memos
Halos reserved for those who keep status quo
Carry big stick but speak in low tones.


Truth festers under scab of lies
We the permanent underclass don't act surprised.


Denied access to true wealth
We may have felt the death blow
Again they stole our vocal chords and sold them to the devil
We use to raise our fists now our leadership just settles
Eyes off the ghettos
Keep watching those space shuttles
In midst of this madness it's madmen that win
Even when we vote the opposite it all reverts to Reagan
Silly Christian pagans
Still clutching myths dated back to ancient Babylon
That might unravel dawn
Misconstrued world view used to assault the misinformed kings
That move and act like pawns
Artist's conform and play minstrel
Police State treats our young as criminals
Why pray to Roman death symbols?


Truth festers under scab of lies
We the permanent underclass don't act surprised.


Inner City streets still reek of our inner turmoil
Killing melanined equates to X amount of oil
They're telling tall tales to keep our eyes on foreign soil
Hearing truth from poor lips makes their blue blood boil
Play foil to false patriots
Remind youth of '67's race riots
When they learned to keep us quiet
Consumers consuming
Products we are now neither making or using
It only gets more confusing
30of armed troops minorities
Casualties directly impact Black and Latin families
If freedom is what we are fighting for, they why'd they swindle Gore?
Imprison most our men and never really outlaw lynching?
The rich get tax breaks, so they are stealing from the pensions of the poor
Who were lured to this land by ideas of better lives
Or tightly packed onto slaveships who's origin historians forever rewrite
Only goal to incite a mental riot
Defiant of airwaves designed to Tailor how I act
I drop the fists and guns and use this tongue to combat.
 
Schubert Piano Trio in E Flat D. 929 Op. 100
( Andante con moto was used in the movies Hunger and Bary Lindon)

very long and very emotional, and somewhat psychedelic
 
hi everybody, l`d like to comment about a period of time when pop music reached in my opinion the highest point of creativity, the sixties. Probably because the drugs, in a certain moment of their growth, that generation of young people started to write songs about their visions, their experiences with drugs an later their spiritual experiences. The Beatles, without a doubt, represent better than anyone that "ascension" process, and then the baroque pop, psychedelic pop, chamber pop appeared as the way of pop musicians to aproach heaven. Some incredible and sometimes magical phenomena ocurred then, and people like Brian Wilson of the beach boys, the Rolling stones, The Left Banke, Van Dyke Parks, Margo Guryan etc. showed the world how the youth could be poetic in it`s own way. Few years later the dream finished dramatically, that is another story, but that moment stayed as an special moment in xx century. Some lyrics of this artists ilustrate what was goin on their minds in that explosion of conciusness sham:

Hang On To Your Ego (Brian Wilson and the beach boys)
I know so many people they think they can do it alone
they isolate theirs heads and stay in their safety zones
oh what can you tell them, what can you say that won´t make them defensive

hang on to your ego, hang on though you know
that you´re gonna lose the fight...

or "Tomorrow never knows" (the beatles)
That love is all
And love is everyone
It is knowing
It is knowing

That ignorance and hate
May mourn the dead
It is believing
It is believing

and so on, there are many very interesting works of that time that send us those wonderful messages mounting the music. :)
 
tykes said:
hi everybody, l`d like to comment about a period of time when pop music reached in my opinion the highest point of creativity, the sixties. Probably because the drugs, in a certain moment of their growth, that generation of young people started to write songs about their visions, their experiences with drugs an later their spiritual experiences. The Beatles, without a doubt, represent better than anyone that "ascension" process, and then the baroque pop, psychedelic pop, chamber pop appeared as the way of pop musicians to aproach heaven. Some incredible and sometimes magical phenomena ocurred then, and people like Brian Wilson of the beach boys, the Rolling stones, The Left Banke, Van Dyke Parks, Margo Guryan etc. showed the world how the youth could be poetic in it`s own way. Few years later the dream finished dramatically, that is another story, but that moment stayed as an special moment in xx century. Some lyrics of this artists ilustrate what was goin on their minds in that explosion of conciusness sham:
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If you like the sixties, have you read "Inside the Laurel Canyon" articles.

Here's the articles:

http://www.sott.net/articles/show/155794-Inside-The-LC-The-Strange-but-Mostly-True-Story-of-Laurel-Canyon-and-the-Birth-of-the-Hippie-Generation-Part-1
http://www.sott.net/articles/show/156554-Inside-The-LC-The-Strange-but-Mostly-True-Story-of-Laurel-Canyon-and-the-Birth-of-the-Hippie-Generation-Part-2
http://www.sott.net/articles/show/156683-Inside-The-LC-The-Strange-but-Mostly-True-Story-of-Laurel-Canyon-and-the-Birth-of-the-Hippie-Generation-Part-3
http://www.sott.net/articles/show/156913-Inside-The-LC-The-Strange-but-Mostly-True-Story-of-Laurel-Canyon-and-the-Birth-of-the-Hippie-Generation-Part-4
http://www.sott.net/articles/show/158691-Inside-The-LC-The-Strange-but-Mostly-True-Story-of-Laurel-Canyon-and-the-Birth-of-the-Hippie-Generation-Parts-V-VI
http://www.sott.net/articles/show/160294-Inside-The-LC-The-Strange-but-Mostly-True-Story-of-Laurel-Canyon-and-the-Birth-of-the-Hippie-Generation-Part-VII
http://www.sott.net/articles/show/163016-Inside-The-LC-The-Strange-but-Mostly-True-Story-of-Laurel-Canyon-and-the-Birth-of-the-Hippie-Generation-Part-8
http://www.sott.net/articles/show/163882-Inside-The-LC-The-Strange-but-Mostly-True-Story-of-Laurel-Canyon-and-the-Birth-of-the-Hippie-Generation-Part-IX
 
http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=ahpGFpIDvB8
http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=WQAnDJeek1s
http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=6oTlfjA39oM&feature=related


Blue Lamp
- written by Stevie Nicks
- appears on the Heavy Metal soundtrack (1981); The Enchanted Boxed Set (1998)
Lyrics

There was no message to be found anywhere in sight
Inside or out
I had looked everywhere but the only lamp left on in the house
Was a blue light


I was not ready
I'm no enchantress and I was too proud
Go find some Christmas angel then give that to her
If that's what she wants guardian angel...guardian
If you were wiser you would get out


Downstairs the big old house is mine
Upstairs where the stars still laugh and they shine
Downstairs where the big old house is mine
Outside where the stars still laugh and
Stars still laugh and shine
And the stars still laugh and cry and shine
And the stars still laugh and cry and shine
And the stars still laugh and shine and shine


Don't listen to her, listen through her
Some Christmas angel
Freedom well give that to her
Oh, if that's what she wants, guardian angel...guardian
If you were wiser you would get out


And the light that shines through the shining night
Is a lamp that I carried from my mother's home
And the light that burns through the window pane
And the love remains


And the guardian of your "Challenge" does not cry...
 
Leonard Cohen - To a Teacher

Hurt once and for all into silence.
A long pain ending without a song to prove it.
Who could stand beside you so close to Eden,
When you glinted in every eye the held-high
razor, shivering every ram and son?
And now the silent loony bin, where
The shadows live in the rafters like
Day-weary bats,
Until the turning mind, a radar signal,
lures them to exaggerate
Mountain-size on the white stone wall
Your tiny limp.
How can I leave you in such a house?
Are there no more saints and wizards
to praise their ways with pupils,
No more evil to stun with the slap
of a wet red tongue?
Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror
and rest because he had finally come?
Let me cry Help beside you, Teacher.
I have entered under this dark roof
As fearlessly as an honoured son
Enters his father's house.

_http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E12EjL7GTa8
 
Russian Easter Festival Overture Op.36 Rimsky-Korsakov

I bought a vinyl of this piece back in the 1970s and literally wore it out. According to this Wiki article
_http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russian_Easter_Festival_Overture
the theme are based on Russian orthodox liturgy. In it I hear the dark night of the soul, repeated struggles to break free of chains that bind us, finally winning the struggle and the joy of hard won freedom.

A orchestra has to perform this work like they mean it for the richness to come through. I have heard so really weak renderings that loose the joy, zip and pow!

The recording on vinyl that I loved and later found on CD is Eugene Ormandy The Philadelphia Orchestra.

Mac
 
Jesus, don't cry/ you can rely on me honey/ you can combine anything you want/ I'll be around/ you were right about the stars/ each one is a setting sun// TALL BUILDINGS SHAKE/ VOICES ESCAPE SINGING SAD SAD SONGS/ TUNED TO CHORDS STRUNG DOWN YOUR CHEEKS/ BITTER MELODIES TURNING YOUR ORBIT AROUND// don't cry/ you can rely on me honey/ you can come by anytime you want/ I'll be around/ you were right about the stars/ each one is a setting sun// TALL BUILDINGS SHAKE/ VOICES ESCAPE SINGING SAD SAD SONGS/ TUNED TO CHORDS STRUNG DOWN YOUR CHEEKS/ BITTER MELODIES TURNING YOUR ORBIT AROUND// VOICES WHINE/ SKYSCRAPERS ARE SCRAPING TOGETHER/ YOUR VOICE IS SMOKING/ LAST CIGARETTES ARE ALL YOU CAN GET/ TURNING YOUR ORBIT AROUND// our love/ our love/ our love is all we have/ our love/ our love is all of God's money/ everyone is a burning sun/ ("Jesus, etc." - Wilco, written in 2001)
 
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