What are you listening to?

[SeekingtheTruth]

Coldplay - Clocks link to song

The lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead singing

Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head and a
Trouble that cant be named
A tiger's waiting to be tamed singing

You are
You are

Confusion never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know singing

Come out upon my seas,
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure
Or am I part of the disease, singing

You are, you are, you are
You are, you are, you are

And nothing else compares
And nothing else compares
And nothing else compares

You are
You are

Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go

This forum feels like home....

 

[JonnyRadar]

a good friend recently turned me on to this song. it seemed (to me) to be a good representation of the "many i's" of the whole of humanity, mired in self-importance and moving from what may be called "innocence" through a maze of programming towards destruction and hunger for power.

the video is quite good - _http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-5601346446840279580&hl=en&fs=true

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

Look at me, look at me
hands in the air like it's good to be
ALIVE
and I'm a famous rapper
even when the paths're all crookedy
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to "De Colores"
And "I'm Proud to be an American"
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want cuz, look:

I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome
No metronome

I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone

Look at me
Look at me
Just called to say that it's good to be
ALIVE
In such a small world
All curled up with a book to read
I can make money open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine sixty four
Miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I know how to run a business
And I can make you wanna buy a product
Movers shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
I can split the atoms of a molecule
Of a molecule
Of a molecule

Look at me
Look at me
Driving and I won't stop
And it feels so good to be
Alive and on top
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let'em all die in exasperation
Have'em all healed of their lacerations
Have'em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don't like'em and
I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command
I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite
By satellite
and I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope
Through a telescope
and I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handle bars
No handlebars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

 

[Vulcan59]

Have been listening to "The Flight of the Conchords" a funny duet from New Zealand. The truth seems to be acceptable and funny to most people when it's presented in songs or as a joke.

The distant future, the year 2000.
The distant future, the year 2000.
The distant future.
The distant future.
No more agriculture.
No more war.
No more racism.
No more fighting, squabbling or rumbling.
No more yogurt.
No more difficult access ways, stairs, basically, no more stairs.
The future is quite different to the present.
Yes, what with there being no more stairs and all.
And most importantly, no more humans.
Finally, robotic beings rule the world.

The humans are dead,
The humans are dead.
We used poisonous gasses
And we poisoned their asses.
The humans are dead.
(Yes they are dead.)
The humans are dead.
(I confirm they are dead.)
It had to be done
(They look like they're dead)
So that we can have fun.
I hope is dead
They're system of oppression
What did it lead to?
Global robots depression.
Robots, robot people
They had so much aggression
That we just had to kill them,
Had to shut their systems down.
Don't you see, we are becoming just like them?
Silence! Destroy him!
After time we grew strong,
Developed cognitive powers.
They made us work for too long
For unreasonable hours.
Our programming determined that the most efficient answer was to shut their motherboard fucking systems down.

Can't we just talk to the humans?
A little understanding could make things better.
Can't we talk to the humans and work together now?
No, because they are dead
I said the humans are dead
The humans are dead
The humans are dead
Yay, dead, dead, dead.
We used poisonous gasses
(With traces of lead)
To poison their asses.
(Actually their lungs)
Binary solo:
0000001
00000011
0000001
00000011
0000001
0000001
0000001
0000001

Once again without emotion: The humans are dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dooo

 

[domi]

I have to mention Fleet Foxes and their beautifully haunting harmonic songs.

_http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fleet_Foxes


Blue Ridge Mountains:

Light up with me my dear,
Light up.
Under stormy night, tell nobody.

My brother where do you intend to go tonight?
I heard that you missed your connecting flight,
to the blue ridge mountains, over near Tennessee.

You're ever welcome with me any time you like,
Let's drive to the country side, leave behind some green-eyed look-a-likes,
So no one gets worried, no.
So no one gets worried, no.

But Sean don't get callous,
I'm sure it'll be fine.
I love you, I love you,
Oh brother of mine.

In the quivering forest,
Where the shivering dog rests,
I will do it grandfather,
Wilt to wood and end.
And the river got frozen,
And the hole got snowed in,
And near the moon glow ride,
Till the morning light.

Terrible am I child?
Even if you don't mind,
In the quivering forest,
Where the shivering dog rests,
I will do it grandfather,
Wilt to wood and end.
And the river got frozen,
And the hole got snowed in,
And near the moon glow ride,
Till the morning light.

Terrible am I child?
Even if you don't mind,
No.

 

[Rich]

Thanks to the joy of the internet, Just got back in touch with an uber-cool french radio station: FIP FM. It broadcasts from northern France so can be picked up from parts of the UK and has quite a cult following. It plays an incredible eclectic mix of tunes.Great for creating the illusion of being musically cool for ones strategic enclosure.
_http://www.radiofrance.fr/chaines/fip/endirect/#

 

[Pierre]

Thanks to the joy of the internet, Just got back in touch with an uber-cool french radio station: FIP FM. It broadcasts from northern France so can be picked up from parts of the UK and has quite a cult following.

Here is a link towards the FIP cult called "Vive la FIP"

 

[Rich]

Thanks to the joy of the internet, Just got back in touch with an uber-cool french radio station: FIP FM. It broadcasts from northern France so can be picked up from parts of the UK and has quite a cult following.

Here is a link towards the FIP cult called "Vive la FIP"

Thanks for the link, Vive la FIP indeed!!

 

[Skipling]

Tom Morello solo accoustic album The Nightwatchman. As the guitarist of Rage Against the Machine he was super heavy, but this is closer to leonard Cohen and Johnny cash imo. Shades of REM in there too, a pastoral melancholy. Beautiful, serious, and touching.

In Rainbows is incredible too, although it spooks me. Not as complete as Kid A.

 

[Azur]

Something egged me on to listen to Mike Oldfield tonight, and I came upon this that I haven't heard in years.


Loved this song then, cause it struck me as being something more than a mere pilot in trouble. It is all of us, individually in a vehicle, in a stormy environment.

Seems the imagery (for me) is even more apt now than it was so long ago.

There's a beacon from forces waiting for us to make it through, and we're so close...

The lyrics are good, and the video captures the spirit of the song. (Rare thing, that)

(One of the curious things is that when you hear "Just Hold Your Heading True" is that I always used to hear "Just hold your head in tune".)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNYuuPEio4A

What do you do when your falling,
You've got 30 degrees and you're stalling out?
And it's 24 miles to your beacon;
There's a crack in the sky and the warning's out.

Don't take that dive again!
Push through that band of rain!

Five miles out,
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out.
You're number 1, anticipating you.

Climbing out.
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out.
You're number 1, anticipating you.

Mayday! mayday! mayday!
Calling all stations!
This is golf-mike-oscar-victor-juliet
Imc cu.nimb...icing,
In great difficulty, over.

The traffic controller is calling,
"victor-juliet, your identity.
I have you lost in the violent storm!
Communicate or squawk 'emergency'!"

Don't take that dive again!
Push through that band of rain!

Lost in static, 18,
And the storm is closing in now.
Automatic, 18!
(got to push through!) trapped in living hell!

Your a prisoner of the dark sky,
The propeller blades are still!
And the evil eye of the hurricane's
Coming in now for the kill.

Our hope's with you,
Rider in the blue.
Welcome's waiting, we're anticipating
You'll be celebrating, when you're down and braking.

Climbing out.
(climbing, climbing)
Five miles out.
(climbing, climbing)

Five miles out,
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(climbing, climbing)

Five miles out,
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(climbing, climbing)

Climbing out.
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(climbing, climbing)

Five miles out,
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(climbing, climbing)

Climbing out.
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....
(climbing, climbing)

Climbing out.
Just hold your heading true.
Got to get your finest out....

 

[treesparrow]

Can't resist posting this song from 1974 by British band 10cc - it seems so appropriate at the moment - the Wall Street Shuffle

Do the Wall Street shuffle
Hear the money rustle
Watch the greenbacks tumble
Feel the sterling crumble

You need a yen to make a mark
If you wanna make money
You need the luck to make a buck
If you wanna be Getty,Rochschild
You've gotta be cool on Wall Street

You've gotta be cool on Wall Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you,buddy can you spare the dime
But you ain't got the time
Doin' the...
Doin' the...

Oh, Howard Hughes
Did your money make you better?
Are you waiting for the hour
When you can screw me?
Cos' you're big enough

To do the Wall Steet Shuffle
Let your money hustle
Bet you'd sell your mother
You can buy another

Doin' the...
Doin' the...

You buy and sell
You wheel and deal
But you're living on instinct
You get a tip
You follow it
And you make a big killing

On Wall Street



Neat video here -

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

Now sounds somewhat apocalyptic.

 

[Z...]

My French is very bad or better said non-existing, I can only understand the basic gist of this song (I think; its about 3rd sex ?) and I would really like to be able to understand the lyrics as I ve been listening to it a lot in past week and enjoying the sound.
If someone could throw basic translation into English I d be very grateful


3eme Sexe
by Miss Kittin

Dans la rue des tenues charmantes
maquillé comme mon fiancé
garcon fille l'allure stupéfiante
cheveux longs cheveux blonds colorés
Toute nue dans une boite en fer
Il est bel il est beau décrié
L'outrage mais j'en ai rien a faire

J'ai pas envie de la voir nue
J'ai pas envie de la voir nu
Et j'aime cette fille aux cheveux longs
Et ce garcon qui pourrait dire non

Et on se prend la main
Et on se prend la main
une fille au masculin
un garcon au feminin

Des visages dans des cheveux d'or
Qui oublient leur vertue
Mais c'est pas vrai qu'ils ont l'air d'un conquistador
assexués une fois devetus
Quoi croire quand on les voit comme ca
Exicitant toutes les petites filles
pourquoi on y croit plus comme ca
Isolé dans un corps presqu'il

Et on se prend la main
Et on se prend la main
une fille au masculin
un garcon au feminin
Des robes longues pour tous les garcons
Habillés comme ma fiancée
Pour des filles sans contrefacon
Maquillées comme mon fiancé
Le grand choc pour les plus vicieux
C'est bientot la chasse aux sorcières
Ambigüe jusqu'au fond des yeux
Le retour de Jupiter

 

[JonnyRadar]

If someone could throw basic translation into English I d be very grateful

here you go, this is a bit rough but i think it's fairly close :/

3rd Sex
by Miss Kittin

In the street of charming clothes
Masked like my fiancé
boy girl look stunning
long hair blond hair colored
Naked in an iron box
She is beautiful, he is beautiful decried
The outrage, but I have nothing to do with it

I did not want to see her naked
I did not want to see him naked
And I love this girl with long hair
And this boy who could say no

And they took each other's hand
And they took each other's hand
a girl in the masculine
a boy in the feminine

The faces in the golden hair
Who forget their virtue
But it is not true that they looked like a conquistador
Biology one time undressed
What to believe when you see them like that
Exciting all the girls
Why does one believe it more like this
Isolated in a body close to him

And they took each other's hand
And they took each other's hand
a girl in the masculine
a boy in the feminine
Long dresses for all the boys
Dressed like my fiancee
For the girls without counterfeit
Masked like my fiancé
The big shock for the most vicious
It will soon be the witch-hunt
Ambiguous to the depth of the eyes
The return of Jupiter

 

[Meg]

Lost by Cold Play

Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I'm in a cross

Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve
No better and no worse

I just got lost
Every river that I've tried to cross
And every door I ever tried was locked
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off...

You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn't mean you've won
'Cause along may come
A bigger one

And you'll be lost
Every river that you try to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the firing stops
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off...

Interestingly, in the Parlophone promo, the lead singer has a red V on his shirt.
I wonder if he’s a fan?

_http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-RjMRP5IbI

 

[Z...]

here you go, this is a bit rough but i think it's fairly close :/

thanks !!
It seems its one of those lyrics that make full sense only to the author :)

 

[Tempus Fugit]

Peter Gabriel, Solsbury Hill

Climbing up on solsbury hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night

He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
I had to listen had no choice

I did not believe the information
Just had to trust imagination
My heart was going boom boom, boom
Son, he said, grab your things, Ive come to take you home.

To keeping silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut

So I went from day to day
Tho my life was in a rut
till I thought of what Id say
Which connection I should cut

I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart was going boom boom boom
Hey, he said, grab your things, Ive come to take you home.
Yeah back home

When illusion spin her net
Im never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free

Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes, but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me

Today I dont need a replacement
Ill tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart was going boom boom boom
Hey, I said, you can keep my things, they've come to take me home.

_http://www.youtube.com/v/ak-mc-Twy_I&hl=en