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Blackbird (One of the Beatles finest melodies featuring one of the best songsters in Europe)


Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kr58609VuUQ
 
I liked Europe's Final Countdown when I first heard it and I love orchestra music, so I suppose it was inevitable that I would like this too. :rolleyes: :D

Final Countdown cello and orchestra
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IliwQImJrYE&feature=related
 
Bud said:
I liked Europe's Final Countdown when I first heard it and I love orchestra music, so I suppose it was inevitable that I would like this too. :rolleyes: :D

Final Countdown cello and orchestra
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IliwQImJrYE&feature=related
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Wow that was quite entertaining to say the least, much head bobbing to be had :lol: I also enjoy the Final Countdown as well. Thanks for the good laugh.
 
Time machine - Godspeed

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VQ98Qi5C9A&feature=related
 

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Dear all, here is a famous song from Georges Brassens, French singer, who helps me to overcome many struggles, just by singing it.. I translated it in English, hoping that the genuine poesy would be still intact :)


Youtube link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_2AXwkPmBY

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FRENCH VERSION:
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Chanter cette chanson m'a rappelé comment ressentir l'Amour...

Les sabots d'Hélène
Etaient tout crottés
Les trois capitaines
L'auraient appelée vilaine
Et la pauvre Hélène
Etait comme une âme en peine
Ne cherche plus longtemps de fontaine
Toi qui as besoin d'eau
Ne cherche plus, aux larmes d'Hélène
Va-t'en remplir ton seau

Moi j'ai pris la peine
De les déchausser
Les sabots d'Hélèn'
Moi qui ne suis pas capitaine
Et j'ai vu ma peine
Bien récompensée
Dans les sabots de la pauvre Hélène
Dans ses sabots crottés
Moi j'ai trouvé les pieds d'une reine
Et je les ai gardés

Son jupon de laine
Etait tout mité
Les trois capitaines
L'auraient appelée vilaine
Et la pauvre Hélène
Etait comme une âme en peine
Ne cherche plus longtemps de fontaine
Toi qui as besoin d'eau
Ne cherche plus, aux larmes d'Hélène
Va-t'en remplir ton seau

Moi j'ai pris la peine
De le retrousser
Le jupon d'Hélèn'
Moi qui ne suis pas capitaine
Et j'ai vu ma peine
Bien récompensée
Sous le jupon de la pauvre Hélène
Sous son jupon mité
Moi j'ai trouvé des jambes de reine
Et je les ai gardés

Et le coeur d'Hélène
N'savait pas chanter
Les trois capitaines
L'auraient appelée vilaine
Et la pauvre Hélène
Etait comme une âme en peine
Ne cherche plus longtemps de fontaine
Toi qui as besoin d'eau
Ne cherche plus, aux larmes d'Hélène
Va-t'en remplir ton seau

Moi j'ai pris la peine
De m'y arrêter
Dans le coeur d'Hélèn'
Moi qui ne suis pas capitaine
Et j'ai vu ma peine
Bien récompensée
Et dans le coeur de la pauvre Hélène
Qu'avait jamais chanté
Moi j'ai trouvé l'amour d'une reine
Et moi je l'ai gardé

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ENGLISH VERSION:
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Helena's clogs
Were quite muddied
Three captains
Would have called her naughty
And poor man Helena
Was like a lost soul
Look no longer for fountain
You who need water
Do not look any more, in Helena's tears
Go away fill your bucket

I made the effort
To remove these shoes
Helena's clogs
I who am not a captain
And I saw my effort
well rewarded
In the clogs of poor Helena
In her muddy clogs
I found the feet of a queen
And I kept/guarded them

Her woolen skirt
Was quite moth-eaten
The Three captains
Would have called her naughty
And poor Helena
Was like a lost soul
Look no longer for fountain
You who need water
Do not look any more, in Helena's tears
Go away fill your bucket

I made the effort
To tuck it up
The skirt of Helena
I who am not a captain
And I saw my effort
well rewarded
Under the skirt of poor Helena
Under her moth-eaten skirt
I found queen's legs
And I kept/guarded them

And Helena's heart
Did not know how to sing
The Three captains
Would have called her naughty
And poor Helena
Was like a lost soul
Look no longer for fountain
You who need water
Do not look any more, in Helena's tears
Go away fill your bucket

I made the effort
To stop me there
In the heart of Helena
I who am not a captain
And I saw my effort
well rewarded
And in the heart of poor man Hélène
That had never sung
I found the love of a queen
And I kept/guarded it
 
I bought an album which I think is going to become a "grower" with me. "Growers" are those albums that seem unremarkable upon first listen(s) but reveal their depth and beauty when I am better able to receive them. Emotionally, that is.

The album also was only released today, but after two listens a couple of songs have reached me and my ambiguous emotional centre. It is "Band of Joy" by Robert Plant. It didn't have an immediate impact but quite often that changes with time. It's been on a loop with another record (which I'll get to later on) on my ipod for a fair few hours today because I've really been needing it, some time away from job and reading, reading, and job.

Now, I have loved old "Percy" (his old nickname from the 70's) since his days in Led Zeppelin, because they are among the most influential bands in my life history. The name of the band alone implies chiasroscuro, the play between light and dark. From Italian, chiaro, "clear, bright", and oscuro, "dark, obscure". It's a painterly artistic term that has value for me in all areas of life, and a handy metaphor in fact! Journalistically lambasted by snobby critics in Britain in the late 60's as randy brutalisers of the blues tradition, their music - while certainly not short on the carnal riffola of their charicature, has so much more variety and scope than they were given credit for. Okay, "Whole Lotta Love" is pretty embarrasing stuff. "Trampled Underfoot" also, and yes, these songs are pretty much mimetic misogyny in their casual disregard for women. There's a lot of that in the blues tradition of course, as anyone who has ever listened to "me and the devil" Robert Johnson knows ("I'm gonna beat my woman till I get satisfied" he sang in the 1920's, and critics laud this dementia as legendary!!!).

But then these guys also wrote "Friends", "Stairway to Heaven", "The Rain Song", "Kashmir", "The Battle of Evermore", "No Quarter", "Achilles Last Stand", "Four Sticks", "When The Levee Breaks", "In The Light". These are intricate, spiritually yearning songs with exemplary arrangements and playing. For me they are a companion for life, and they can revive my dormant heart whenever I feel it flagging, as it does. There is something ancient and Celtic about them, and the guitar solos of Jimmy Page, much like David Gilmour, resemble the controlled fury of an electrical storm. Quite literally, they have been essential to my growing up in this life, as The Floyd have been since finding the beautiful intro to "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" in 2005. That is without doubt one of the most spine tingling intros I have ever heard, evoking Debussy in the majesty of nature and the cosmos, imho. And I needn't mention the playing on "High Hopes". I'll get to nostalgia later on too.

Which brings me to Plant's solo album. In recent times I have been struggling with very messy emotions, and the resulting mental atrophy that has come from refusing to face these problem areas within my machine. Certain types of music have been crucial to me in finding my way back from this snake pit of the mind, and whilst the two bands mentioned above have been the prime movers in my emotional rehabilitation, I had a miniature epiphany today, or at least the seeds of such I hope, in finding Plant's recent country records. Yep, he's gone Nashville.

And really this has been so great a discovery, not just the album I bought today, but his one from a few years back with Alison Krauss, "Raising Sand". I'll explain why. I have been quite anti-country for a loooong time, and finally I faced up to why; because my parent's LOVE country music!! I now remember records played at home from my childhood from the likes of Don Williams ("You're My Best Friend") and Billie-Jo Spears ("Blanket on the Ground"). I actually love these songs, and the vibes evoked by them. In my rockist early twenties and onwards I totally forgot the music I heard in my formative years, and adopted stances that were counter to my life memories and my actual being, I would dare to say. I became a phoney, a cool pseud, not a cool dude!! ;) And it was all reacting against what I perceived as my parent's "naffness" in musical tastes. Reactionary!

These are lovely records, mainly slow, mature and reflective, and frequently nostalgic. I think there's a place for nostalgia personally. I resisted it as a concept for years and years, but to my detriment. Now, I've only been listening to them today, but I have a feeling that they will be staying with me for the long journey ahead. I'll add them to my list of growers, which include Thom Yorke's "The Eraser", Radiohead's "In Rainbows", The Rolling Stones' "Sticky Fingers" (give or take a couple of dodgy songs- but there's country songs in there too!).

Anyway, I raise my tea to "Band of Joy" and "Raising Sand". Thank you again Robert Plant and company.
 
Bud said:
I liked Europe's Final Countdown when I first heard it and I love orchestra music, so I suppose it was inevitable that I would like this too. :rolleyes: :D

Final Countdown cello and orchestra
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IliwQImJrYE&feature=related
Click to expand...

Thanks for that Bud -- I liked this song a lot when I was a kid (still do), and it's always fun to see the orchestral version. Redoing songs with orchestras has become its own cottage industry in the last decade or so. Speaking of, I just learned of this violinist named David Garrett who does some of the same kind of thing -- below are my favorites so far:

Metallica: Master of Puppets

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzyQ9kbrPHk&feature=related

Nirvana: Smells Like Teen Spirit

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PfaBSk7Auog

Michael Jackson: Smooth Criminal

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70EvLqYvJks&ob=av2n
 
Erik Wollo – Hjallepallo, from his album 'guitar nova':

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPwSi5RuoUw
 
_http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kb49W1u7QaY


Faithless - Reverence


My name is Maxi Jazz and I ain't no joke
I'll make you choke on the mike when I go for broke
when I come into a jam I tear off my shirt
I have no knowledge of fear 'cause I'm here to do work

Watch me ride...

Take the words and the bass,
Taste, and then swallow me,
I'm chasing the devil,
Cos you're level if you follow me
For quality, and I make no apology
For linking my thinking with computer technology.
Cos this is like a modern day hymn,
For the new church,
I search for the truth,
I've got a hole in my tooth
I'm Uncouth, yes sir, I'm from the street university
Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity.
And always find the ease way out of a hard time
petty crime sometimes,
But now I'm inclined to find
A fresh direction,
Check out the funky section.
Cos this is the part where I start to rip up words,
A comfort coming straight from my heart,
I'm not a mystic,
My views are realistic, simplistic,
One special brew I get pissed quick,
And get sick so I don't do it no more,
I won't find peace of mind,
Rolling around on the floor.
The point I want to make is
you can never escape from your fate,
The mistake is to take without giving,
From within,
You know how I'm living,

I'm cool. I'm looking after myself,
And I could never place wealth before my spirit,
I feel it's unhealthy,
The devil creep around you so stealthy, stealthy
Till ya get bold, rush the gold,
And before ya much older,
Ya soul is sold, where's it gettin ya?
Competition starts swearing ya,
Golddiggers setting you up,
Soon be forgetting your existence?
Do ya need a for instance,
I hafta admire your persistence
In sticking to a game plan,
That brings ya pain man,
And at the end of the day nothing is gained,
So listen to the voice within,
I'll see ya later,
Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator.


Quiet, still, you feel there's nothing going on
Until you realize the space behind your eyes
Is filling up with something like peace
As your thoughts cease and
Pleasure grows in your soul.

I ain't a Christian, sometimes I feel like dissin' 'em
But listen, I'm just tryin' to tell you, what I know
If you could, once relax
Chill to the max, these words on wax
Would cause sweet bells to ring in your soul
If I say God is alive I know you wanna know why
Babies die, food don't grow, why trains smash, planes crash
Situation mash and slam bam your fellow man
Money's in fashion, huh, it ain't rational,
Because damn it, he didn't just give us the planet
And its wealth, deep inside your soul he left a piece of himself
The lord is in here. His voice is small.
You keep lying and trying,
Denying the call from inside
Ya can't hide responsibility
So decide from today just how it's going to be,
Thou shalt have no other God but me,
So set ya free see,
But you'll have to listen,
And who's that false idol
I see you kissing?
Money, success and untold wealth, good health
And all ya have to do is love yourself.
It's a fact you'll attract all the things that ya lack,
So just chill
And get off the race track
And take a pace back, face facts,
It's your decision,
You don't need eyes to see,
You need vision,
Continue to view the lord as being separated
And you're living a lie that's been perpetrated, for many centuries,
I wanna mention, these facts in my rap,
I don't sing,
But I wanna share the peace that it brings,
My name is G.O.D.
The Grand Oral Disseminator
 
I hereby heartily recommend in favour of Further Vexations by The Black Dog. Veterans of the late 80's acid techno scene that florished unmolested for three lovely years before being trojan horsed by the ecstasy scandals, this album is a meditation by a weary soul on life in "Orwellian CCTV paranoid Britain", in the main man's own words. A 2009 release by bleep era techno noisniks I hear you say? Lush Debussian odyssey with icy patches of digital noir and technocratic eeriness, I humbly reply.

Three tracks stand out in particular. Biomantric L-if-e, Later Vexations, and Kissing Someone Else's DOG (noted egyptophiles as the band were back in the day, with a fondness for all things a little bit alien, I think this is their classic god reference, all a whoring after truth as we do! ;))

These are seriously lush pieces of music. They are up there with the intro to Shine On You Crazy Diamond in terms of panoramic lushness, really good loud and deep on quality speakers.
This album creates its own atmosphere, and that is rare in modern music, and it is spacey, cosmic, sinister, mildly funky and strangely emotional in ways that techno never is. Because this is basically a techno veteran in his late forties amaking a prog concept album under the guise of techno. More tech-noir.

I heartily recommend their entire back catalogue. They are also Bjork's favourite band ever, apparently! :cool2:

More power to the artist's hand in the name of legitimate protest. :wizard:
 
I was working on this play (it's about a guy in NYC) locally back in the day as I sometimes comes to this song that I like.

"Another Hundred People" from the musical-romance play, Company:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mum-304-5PM


Another hundred people just got off of the train
And came up through the ground,
While another hundred people just got off of the bus
And are looking around
At another hundred people who got off of the plane
And are looking at us
Who got off of the train
And the plane and the bus
Maybe yesterday.

It's a city of strangers,
Some come to work, some to play.
A city of strangers,
Some come to stare, some to stay.
And every day
The ones who stay
Can find each other in the crowded streets and the guarded parks,
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks,
And they walk together past the postered walls with the crude remarks.
And they meet at parties through the friends of friends who they never
know.

"Do I pick you up or do I meet you there or shall we let it go?"
"Did you get my message? 'Cause I looked in vain."
"Can we see each other Tuesday if it doesn't rain?"
"Look, I'll call you in the morning or my service will explain."
And another hundred people just got off of the train...

Or they find each other in the crowded streets and the guarded parks,
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks,
And they walk together past upholstered walls with the crude remarks.
And they meet at parties through the friends of friends who they never
know.

"Do I pick you up or do I meet you there or shall we let it go?"
"Did you get my message? 'Cause I looked in vain."
"Can we see each other Tuesday if it doesn't rain?"
"Look, I'll call you in the morning or my service will explain."

And another hundred people just got off of the train.
And another hundred people just got off of the train,
And another hundred people just got off of the train,
And another hundred people just got off of the train.
Another hundred people just got off of the train.
 
Rough and Rowdy Days : Waylon Jennings

Your mind is gone
and your losing track of who you want to be
and you think your free (x2 fading out at end)

When you still want more and you've done it all your kickin' doors and climbin' walls
you've gone far enough
you need to straighten up (x3 fading out at end)

Chorus:
Girl you came along and just in time
to show me the way
while I was wadin' through
my rough and rowdy days (x1 rough and rowdy days)

How can you know what life's about
when upside down is inside out
you know you need some help
you can't help yourself (x2 fading out at end)

chorus (x2)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_M8AZsNK8wk
 
shazam said:
Thanks to treesparrow for mentioning the wonderfully prescient Marvin Gaye song "Mercy Mercy Me"! Anyone who likes that song should like the other songs in "What's Going On," the great album that contains "Mercy Mercy Me"! Check it out--even though "What's Going On" is almost 40 years old, I'm pretty certain that it's still in print. It's one of the great albums of all time...
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So true, and so soulfully sung.
 
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