What are you listening to?

[EGVG]

Aphrodite- Kylie Minogue

Can you feel me on your stereo?
Can you feel me on your stereo?
Can you feel me on your stereo?
Can you feel me on your stereo?

This song lets you in, gonna get back down and up again
I got you on my side, it’s just a roller ride.
It’s the truth, it’s a fact, I was gone and now I’m back, yeah
Can you feel me on your stereo?
Can you feel me on your stereo?
I got soul, you can check, in my heart, in my head,
I got spirit you can feel, did you think I wasn’t real?
I’m going back and forth and forth and back
Can you feel me on your stereo?
Can you feel me on your stereo?

I’m fierce and I’m feeling mighty
I’m a golden girl, I’m an Aphrodite
Alright? Alright yeah yeah yeah!
I’m fierce and I’m feeling mighty
Don’t you mess with me, you don’t wanna fight me
Alright? Alright yeah yeah yeah!

Here’s what I do when I know what I can do
I let you into my world.
With mouth to mouth and kiss to kiss oh oh oh
Can you feel me on your stereo?
Can you feel me on your stereo?
You sure you can take me in?
Coz this is where the fun begins
I’m gonna feel your heart stop in my hands
I’m going back and forth and forth and back oh oh oh
Can you feel me on your stereo?
Can you feel me on your stereo?

I’m fierce and I’m feeling mighty
I’m a golden girl, I’m an Aphrodite
Alright? Alright yeah yeah yeah!
I’m fierce and I’m feeling mighty
Don’t you mess with me, you don’t wanna fight me
Alright? Alright yeah yeah yeah!
You know that I’m magical, I am the original
I am the only one to make you feel this way.
The moment that you kiss me, you know that you’ll miss me
I am the only one.

Can you feel me on your stereo?
Can you feel me on your stereo?
Oh, can you feel, hmmm?
Can you feel me on your stereo?
Can you feel me on your stereo?

I’m fierce and I’m feeling mighty
I’m a golden girl, I’m an Aphrodite
Alright? Alright – oh….
I’m fierce and I’m feeling mighty
I’m a golden girl, I’m an Aphrodite
Alright? Alright yeah yeah yeah!
You know that I’m magical, I am the original
I am the only one to make you feel this way.
The moment that you kiss me, you know that you’ll miss me
I am the only one.... (feeling mighty) :)

EDU

 

[Ca.]

Insane In The Brain: Cypress Hill

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8spKRu5w7Gk&feature=related

"Surely all Americans have the right to give their money only to those causes which they support. But what kind of society has this created? A society where the ignorant reign. A society where enlightened must hold their tongues. A nation whose politicians must profess half-hearted devotion to an ancient fable or face the disastrous consequences of speaking their true mind."

Chris McCandless writing on religious fanaticism in The Emory Wheel student newspaper, October 1987


Quote from Andrew M. Lobaczewski’s Political Ponerology:

"In the psychopath, a dream emerges like some Utopia of a “happy” world and a social system which does not reject them or force them to submit to laws and customs whose meaning is incomprehensible to them. They dream of a world in which their simple and radical way of experiencing and perceiving reality would dominate; where they would, of course, be assured safety and prosperity. In this Utopian dream, they imagine that those “others”, different, but also more technically skillful than they are, should be put to work to achieve this goal for the psychopaths and others of their kin. “We”, they say, “after all, will create a new government, one of justice”. They are prepared to fight and to suffer for the sake of such a brave new world, and also, of course, to inflict suffering upon others. Such a vision justifies killing people, whose suffering does not move them to compassion because “they” are not quite conspecific. They do not realize that they will consequently meet with opposition which can last for generations." [2]

Robert D. Hare

"Try to touch the past! Try to deal with the past. It's not real. It's just a dream!"

— Robert D. Hare (Without Conscience: The Disturbing World of the Psychopaths Among Us)

Into Dust, Mazzy Star
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SiO_7LhPZFM&feature=related

"The Psychopathy Checklist lets us discuss psychopaths with little risk that we are describing simple social deviance or criminality, or that we are mislabeling people who have nothing more in common than that they have broken the law,"

(Chapter 3,The Profile: Feelings and Relationships, p. 33).


Without Conscience by Robert D. Hare
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DC_QrHi6qE
​

 

[Flux2012]

A very nice song from the game Streets of Rage 2, on the Genesis Mega drive system.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVYx0OgWdbE

 

[Beau]

Peter Bjorn and John - Amsterdam

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7GU3msz72I

 

[knowledge_of_self]

Into Dust, Mazzy Star
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SiO_7LhPZFM&feature=related

Oh I really really love Mazzy Star! I hadn't listened to Mazzy for a while, thanks for the reminder!

another one of my favorites:

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


Also another great song/band The Sundays : "Wild Horses"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9lEd5bIbbQ&feature=related

 

[Mr. Premise]

The Housemartins - Catchy tunes, beautiful singing, Left-wing working class Brit lyrics

Get Up Off Our Knees
Famines will be famines, banquets will be banquets
Some spend winter in a palace, some spend it in blankets
Don't wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away
Don't shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today
Time to end the praying
Listen what they're saying

Get up off your knees
You can wag your finger till your finger's sore
Shake your head till it shakes no more

Paupers will be paupers, bankers will be bankers
Some own pennies in a jar, some own oil tankers
What may sound like tomorrow could be ours today
There's no more need for sorrow if we get off our knees to pray

Time to end the praying
Listen what they're saying

Get up off your knees
You can wag your finger till your finger's sore
Shake your head till it shakes no more

Countries will be countries, borders will be borders
Some have lost their folks at war, some have give orders
Don't wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away
Don't shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today

Time to end the praying
Listen what they're saying
---

Flag Day
Too many Florence Nightingales
Not enough Robin Hoods
Too many halos not enough heroes
Coming up with the goods
So you though you'd like to change the world
Decided to stage a jumble sale
For the poor, for the poor

It's a waste of time if you know what they mean
Try shaking a box in front of the Queen
'Cause her purse is fat and bursting at the seams
It's a waste of time if you know what they mean

Too many hands in too many pockets
Not enough hands on hearts
Too many ready to call it a day
Before the day starts

So you thought you'd like to see them healed
Got blue Peter to stage an appeal
For the poor, for the poor

It's a waste of time if you know what they mean
Try shaking a box in front of the Queen
'Cause her purse is fat and bursting at the seams
It's a waste of time if you know what they mean

Flag Day, Flag Day, Flag Day

Sheep

Sometimes I get so angry with the simple life they lead

And the shepherd's smile seems to confirm my fears

They've never questioned anything, never disagreed

Sometimes I think they must have wool in their ears

And when you see a cane I see a crook

And when you see a crowd I see a flock

It's sheep we're up against

It's sheep we're up against



When I was young they used to get me counting sheep

But the counting I did was all in vain

Now when I'm tired and I'm trying to get to sleep

I count humans jumping onto trains



And when you see a cane I see a crook

And when you see a crowd I see a flock

It's sheep we're up against

It's sheep we're up against, ah ha


Ah yeah, ooh

And when you see a cane I see a crook

And when you see a crowd I see a flock

It's sheep we're up against

It's sheep we're up against, woah ho

It's sheep we're up against, woah ho

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Sitting on a Fence

Sitting on a fence is a man who sees no sense in fighting
Sitting on a fence is a man who sees no sense at all
Sitting on a fence is a man who strokes his twenty beards
Sitting on a fence is a man who drink real ale
But the real problem with this man
Is he says he can't when he can
He'd rather not get his hands dirty
He'll still be there when he's thirty

I told myself to keep my mouth shut
But I still end up saying if and but
I lied to myself right from the start
And I've just worked out that I'm falling apart
Sitting on a fence

Sitting on a fence is a man who looks up to his guardian
Sitting on a fence is a man who swings from poll to poll
Sitting on a fence is a man who sees both sides of both sides
Sitting on a fence is a man who looks down on opinion

But the real problem with this man
Is he says he can't when he can
He's rather not get his hands dirty
He'll still be there when he is thirty

I told myself to keep my mouth shut
But I still end up saying if and but
I lied to myself right from the start
And I've just worked out that I'm falling apart
Sitting on a fence

 

[aragorn]

I used to listen to the Housemartins quite a lot in my youth. They are/were great! Almost as good and 'deep' as The Smiths, my all time favourite band. :)

 

[Bar Kochba]

Elliott Smith was a very talented songwriter/musician who died in 2003. He wrote his songs, sang them, played all the instruments. If you ever saw GOODWILL HUNTING the majority of the music in the movie is Elliott's.

 

[Ady_H101]

I heard this song quite recently after quite a few years. i forgot how touching the song is.

Enya - Anywhere Is

I walk the maze of moments
But everywhere I turn to
Begins a new beginning
But never finds a finish
I walk to the horizon
And there I find another
It all seems so surprising
And then I find that I know

Chorus:
You go there you're gone forever
I go there I'll lose my way
If we stay here we're not together
Anywhere is

The moon upon the ocean
Is swept around in motion
But without ever knowing
The reason for it's flowing
In motion on the ocean
The moon still keeps on moving
The waves still keep on waving
And I still keep on going

Chorus

I wonder if the stars sign
The life that is to be mine
And would they let their light shine
Enough for me to follow
I look up to the heavens
But night has clouded over
No spark of constellation
No Vela no Orion

The shells upon the warm sands
Have taken from their own lands
The echo of their story
But all I hear are low sounds
As pillow words are weaving
And willow waves are leaving
But should I be believing
That I am only dreaming

Chorus

To leave the thread of all time
And let it make a dark line
In hopes that I can still find
The way back to the moment
I took the turn and turned to
Begin a new beginning
Still looking for the answer
I cannot find the finish
It's either this or that way
It's one way or the other
It should be one direction
It could be on reflection
The turn I have just taken
The turn that I was making
I might be just beginning
I might be near the end.

hxxp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPKAN7XHCxU for the video

 

[Skipling]

I've been getting into this album just now, The Empyrean by John Frusciante. Yes, he was the guitarist with phallocentric funksters The Red Hot Chilli Peppers, but this is his solo work, and it is a wholly different kettle of fish.

Unreachable
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRp1G8Po3tM&feature=related

God
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=en-lMMIB-V8

Dark/Light
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1eGIIPtn-s

Central
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9jsRZzjrgI

After the Ending
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlsDJCxEQy8

This is pretty out there stuff from John, and it features some guest musicians along the way, such as Johnny Marr and Flea. It is very ambitious, proggy, and recalls Hendrix at his most questing. It is also very emotional work, with some very touching moments and obviously some very fine playing. I hope that some of y'all enjoy this, because I was very pleasantly surprised upon a first listen just now!

Needless to say, the CD is already in the post..

He's become a workaholic since quitting heroin addiction, too, he has written literally tons of albums, and I think one year he released four or five, which is pretty incredible when you think about it. A real unsung hero this one, I've got a lot of love for him. Another of his solo albums, A Sphere In The Heart Of Silence, really helped me big time when I was struggling alone with my breakdown, it was one of the few records to reach me back then.

Anyone who listens to these is in for a real treat! Food for the heart.

 

[ScarletBegonias]

I found a musical collaboration by Kokin Gumi (Japanese East/West and contemporary/traditional style) titled Moon from their Zen Garden album. The song has touched me very deeply because it just feels so emotional, so honest, so real. I hope you enjoy it as I have.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=su_1rRmRM1E

 

[RedFox]

Something to soothe the soul :)

Erik Satie - Gymnopedie No.3 (Orchestrated by Debussy)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUlZylqILKI&feature=autoplay&list=ULCjfqQ9XAdDM&index=2&playnext=4

And a song I've been trying to find for years (because I found it so haunting), but didn't know the name of....
Erik Satie - Gnossienne No.1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLFVGwGQcB0&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL

 

[skycsil]

I listen mostly metal, but been listening to Calle 13 a lot reciently. In their latest album, there is this beautiful song named Latinoamérica:

Latinoamérica

Soy,
Soy lo que dejaron,
soy toda la sobra de lo que se robaron.
Un pueblo escondido en la cima,
mi piel es de cuero por eso aguanta cualquier clima.
Soy una fábrica de humo,
mano de obra campesina para tu consumo
Frente de frio en el medio del verano,
el amor en los tiempos del cólera, mi hermano.
El sol que nace y el día que muere,
con los mejores atardeceres.
Soy el desarrollo en carne viva,
un discurso político sin saliva.
Las caras más bonitas que he conocido,
soy la fotografía de un desaparecido.
Soy la sangre dentro de tus venas,
soy un pedazo de tierra que vale la pena.
soy una canasta con frijoles ,
soy Maradona contra Inglaterra anotándote dos goles.
Soy lo que sostiene mi bandera,
la espina dorsal del planeta es mi cordillera.
Soy lo que me enseño mi padre,
el que no quiere a su patria no quiere a su madre.
Soy América latina,
un pueblo sin piernas pero que camina.

Tú no puedes comprar al viento.
Tú no puedes comprar al sol.
Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia.
Tú no puedes comprar el calor.
Tú no puedes comprar las nubes.
Tú no puedes comprar los colores.
Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría.
Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores.

Tengo los lagos, tengo los ríos.
Tengo mis dientes pa` cuando me sonrío.
La nieve que maquilla mis montañas.
Tengo el sol que me seca y la lluvia que me baña.
Un desierto embriagado con bellos de un trago de pulque.
Para cantar con los coyotes, todo lo que necesito.
Tengo mis pulmones respirando azul clarito.
La altura que sofoca.
Soy las muelas de mi boca mascando coca.
El otoño con sus hojas desmalladas.
Los versos escritos bajo la noche estrellada.
Una viña repleta de uvas.
Un cañaveral bajo el sol en cuba.
Soy el mar Caribe que vigila las casitas,
Haciendo rituales de agua bendita.
El viento que peina mi cabello.
Soy todos los santos que cuelgan de mi cuello.
El jugo de mi lucha no es artificial,
Porque el abono de mi tierra es natural.

Tú no puedes comprar al viento.
Tú no puedes comprar al sol.
Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia.
Tú no puedes comprar el calor.
Tú no puedes comprar las nubes.
Tú no puedes comprar los colores.
Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría.
Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores.

Você não pode comprar o vento
Você não pode comprar o sol
Você não pode comprar chuva
Você não pode comprar o calor
Você não pode comprar as nuvens
Você não pode comprar as cores
Você não pode comprar minha felicidade
Você não pode comprar minha tristeza

Tú no puedes comprar al sol.
Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia.
(Vamos dibujando el camino,
vamos caminando)
No puedes comprar mi vida.
MI TIERRA NO SE VENDE.

Trabajo en bruto pero con orgullo,
Aquí se comparte, lo mío es tuyo.
Este pueblo no se ahoga con marullos,
Y si se derrumba yo lo reconstruyo.
Tampoco pestañeo cuando te miro,
Para q te acuerdes de mi apellido.
La operación cóndor invadiendo mi nido,
¡Perdono pero nunca olvido!

(Vamos caminando)
Aquí se respira lucha.
(Vamos caminando)
Yo canto porque se escucha.

Aquí estamos de pie
¡Que viva Latinoamérica!

No puedes comprar mi vida.

I tried a translation but I'm not that good to make it justice.

 

[cubbex]

Lol that does not sound like Latinoamerica!!

 

[Ca.]

Into Dust, Mazzy Star
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SiO_7LhPZFM&feature=related

Oh I really really love Mazzy Star! I hadn't listened to Mazzy for a while, thanks for the reminder!

another one of my favorites:

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


Also another great song/band The Sundays : "Wild Horses"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9lEd5bIbbQ&feature=related

Mazzy does have a smooth delivery, like a fine Kentucky Bourbon, and in a soft voice like velvet. She speaks from the heart, with her soul guiding her feelings of Truth. What a treat it would be to see her in small venue setting. Just an opinion ;D

Thanks for You Tube Mazzy concert. :)