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Debra
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posted 10 September 2004 08:13 PM      Profile for Debra   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I just heard this and it's one of my favorite songs even though it's heavy metal.

http://www.lyricsondemand.com/a/aerosmithlyrics/janiesgotagunlyrics.html

quote:
Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
What did her daddy do?
It's Janie's last I.O.U.
She had to take him down easy and put a bullet in his brain
She said 'cause nobody believes me. The man was such a sleeze.
He ain't never gonna be the same.


Another one I heard today that I love

http://www.arlo.net/lyrics/alices.shtml

quote:

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officer's station.

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."


[ 11 September 2004: Message edited by: audra trower williams ]


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Fidel
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posted 10 September 2004 09:05 PM      Profile for Fidel     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I saw Aerosmith at Joe Louis Arena way back when we had to make it home on Monday's for school.
I've always liked punker William Broad's lyrics for 'sweet sixteen.' I dunno why, I never listened to his stuff otherwise.

those were the days.


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Gir Draxon
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posted 10 September 2004 11:05 PM      Profile for Gir Draxon     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Aerosmith is NOT heavy metal

Right now, I am liking Nightwish's Dark Chest of Wonders, Beck's Loser, and Nelly Furtado's Forca. About that last one, it's a lot different than most of the rest of the music I like, but for some reason.....


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Jingles
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posted 10 September 2004 11:34 PM      Profile for Jingles     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Aerosmith: the official band of the International Sisterhood of Exotic Dancers.

Step
Step
Kick

Step
Step
Kick

Twirl

Spin around pole.

Repeat.


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windymustang
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posted 10 September 2004 11:37 PM      Profile for windymustang     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Dooby Brothers: China Grove
Eagles: Desperado
Elton John: Levon
Carly Simon: It Happens Every Day

I tried to google the lyrics of the last, but no one seemed to have them. This is what I remember:

It happens every day
Two lovers with the best intentions to stay
Together, they decide to seperate
Just how it happens
Neither is certain
But it happens every day

It happens every day
After you break up
You say these words to your friends
How could I have loved that boy
He was so bad to me in the end
You make it a liar
Turn him into a robber
But it happens every day

There's more, but I can't remember it all. I've found this song to be a good anthem after a breakup. I guess you can tell that I'm stuck in the seventies.


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Anchoress
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posted 11 September 2004 12:01 AM      Profile for Anchoress     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
It Happens Everyday [sic]
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windymustang
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posted 11 September 2004 04:25 PM      Profile for windymustang     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Thanks Anchoress. You know, I picked up a virus while trying to find the lyrics at different song lyrics websites. Think I'll ask for help in babblers helping babblers.
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Crimson
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posted 12 September 2004 01:17 AM      Profile for Crimson     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Lately, the simplicity and earnestness of this song has become a favorite.
quote:
Dear god,
Hope you got the letter,
And I pray you can make it better down here.
I donít mean a big reduction in the price of beer,
But all the people that you made in your image,
See them starving on their feet,
ícause they donít get enough to eat

From god,
I canít believe in you.

Dear god,
Sorry to disturb you,
But I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears,
And all the people that you made in your image,
See them fighting in the street,
ícause they canít make opinions meet,
About god,
I canít believe in you.

Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too!

Dear god,
Donít know if you noticed,
But your name is on a lot of quotes in this book.
Us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,
And all the people that you made in your image,
Still believing that junk is true.
Well I know it ainít and so do you,
Dear god,
I canít believe in,
I donít believe in,

I wonít believe in heaven and hell.
No saints, no sinners,
No devil as well.
No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
Youíre always letting us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown.
Those lost at sea and never found,
And itís the same the whole world íround.
The hurt I see helps to compound,
That the father, son and holy ghost,
Is just somebodyís unholy hoax,
And if youíre up there youíll perceive,
That my heartís here upon my sleeve.
If thereís one thing I donít believe in...

Itís you,
Dear god.


-XTC (Skylarking, circa 1986)


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Hephaestion
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posted 12 September 2004 08:57 AM      Profile for Hephaestion   Author's Homepage        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Funny thing I came across this thread...

Just yesterday I had a friend return a couple of cassettes that I had forgotten that I had loaned to him:

Spare Ass Annie and Other Tales, a spoken-word album with Wm. S. Burroughs and The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, and

Hiphoprisy is the Greatest Luxury by The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy.

In both cases I loved the entire album (and was tremendously happy to have them back!) but I would mention two in particular here. From Spare Ass Annie, a piece based on Burroughs WWII experiences that seems spookily appropriate and prescient today, "Mildred Pierce Reporting"ó

quote:

Mildred Pierce reporting:

I was there. I saw it. I saw women thrown down on Fifth Avenue and raped in their mink coats by blacks and whites and yellows while street urchins stripped the rings from their fingers.A young officer stood nearby.

"Aren't you going to do something?" I demanded.

He looked at me and yawned.

I found Colonel Bradshaw bivouacking at the Ritz. I told him bluntly what was going on. His eyes glinted shamelessly as he said, "Well you have to take a broad general view of things."

And that's what I have been doing. Taking a broad general view of American troops raping and murdering helpless civilians while American officers stand around and yawn.

"Been at it a long time, lady. It's the old army game from here to eternity."

This license was dictated by considerations taken into account by prudent commanders throughout history. It pays to pay the boys off. Even the noble Brutus did it...

Points with his left hand in catatonic limestone.

"The town is yours soldiers brave."

Tacitus describes a typical scene... "If a woman or a good looking boy fell into their hands they were torn to pieces in the struggle for possession and the survivors were left to cut each others' throats."

"Well, there's no need to be that messy. Why waste a good-looking boy? Mother loving American Army run by old women, many of them religious, my God; hanging Amercian soldiers for raping and murdering civilians..."

Old Sarge bellows from here to eternity.

"WHAT THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL ARE CIVILIANS FOR?

SOLDIERS' PAY."


And from Hiphoprisy is the Greatest Luxury, "Television, The Drug Of The Nation"ó

quote:

One nation
under God
has turned into
one nation under the influence
of one drug
[chorus:]
Television, the drug of the Nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
(2x)
T.V., it
satellite links
our United States of Unconsciousness
Apathetic therapeutic and extremely addictive
The methadone metronome pumping out
150 channels 24 hours a day
you can flip through all of them
and still there's nothing worth watching
T.V. is the reason why less than 10 per cent of our
Nation reads books daily
Why most people think Central Amerika
means Kansas
Socialism means unamerican
and Apartheid is a new headache remedy
absorbed in it's world it's so hard to find us
It shapes our mind the most
maybe the mother of our Nation
should remind us
that we're sitting too close to...
[Chorus:]
Television, the drug of the Nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
(2x)
T.V. is
the stomping ground for political candidates
Where bears in the woods
are chased by Grecian Formula'd
bald eagles
T.V. is mechanized politic's
remote control over the masses
co-sponsored by environmentally safe gases
watch for the PBS special
It's the perpetuation of the two party system
where image takes precedence over wisdom
Where sound bite politics are served to
the fastfood culture
Where straight teeth in your mouth
are more important than the words
that come out of it
Race baiting is the way to get selected
Willie Horton or
Will he not get elected on...
[Chorus:]
Television, the drug of the Nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
(2x)
T.V., is it the reflector or the director ?
Does it imitate us
or do we imitate it

If you like William S. Burroughs, or intelligent rap and hip-hop, these albums are both absolute gems óó and Burroughs has the absolutely cooooooooolest voice for reading... raspy, with a distinct American accent (I loooove how he says "greeeeazy" instead of "greasy", fer instance)...

WARNING: Explicit lyric content, esp. on Spare Ass Annie. If this is likely to bother you (yes, I'm lookin' at *YOU*, Hailey! ), then give it a pass. Otherwise, check 'em outó I think you'd like 'em. (And I'm kinda thinking of you in particular too, Socrates!)


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Jared
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posted 13 September 2004 06:07 PM      Profile for Jared     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
'Tom Courtenay' by Yo La Tengo is the finest pop song ever written.

The best thing to come out of Hoboken since Henrietta The Chicken.


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'lance
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posted 13 September 2004 06:13 PM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
It was a great day when I figured out the guitar riff to "Here Comes Your Man," by the Pixies. It's still a favourite.

But the band I was in wouldn't play it -- or at least one guy said "that's the wimpiest Pixies song ever." Well geez, bud. You say that like it was a negative thing.


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Jared
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posted 13 September 2004 06:20 PM      Profile for Jared     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
The wimpiest Pixies song could pull the strongest Nickelback song's underwear elastic over it's head before shoving it into a locker.

I've seen The Pixies live twice already, and even that's not enough...

[ 13 September 2004: Message edited by: Jared ]


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'lance
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posted 13 September 2004 06:47 PM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
The wimpiest Pixies song could pull the strongest Nickelback song's underwear elastic over it's head before shoving it into a locker.

Well yeah. But that's kind of faint praise when you think about it.

But I can't be all that hard on Nickleback. I've visited Hanna, Alberta (admittedly, during a bad drought). Whatever a person there wants to do to get somewhere else is OK by me.


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Screaming Lord Byron
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posted 13 September 2004 11:03 PM      Profile for Screaming Lord Byron     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I'll see your Tom Courtenay, Jared, and raise you a Stockholm Syndrome.
But today's favourite song is I Don't Believe You by the Magnetic Fields.

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Baldfresh
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posted 14 September 2004 02:06 AM      Profile for Baldfresh   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I'll have to cop out like SLB; no way could I ever pick a favorite song. What I've been listening to just today, and every bit a winner:

Plump DJ's Annie On One mix of the year
Highwaymen - Highwayman (the country thread got me scouring the net for this one)
DJ Shadow - Six Days
Edwin Star - War
Xiu Xiu - I love the Valley OH

ok, I'll stop now.


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Hinterland
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posted 14 September 2004 02:23 AM      Profile for Hinterland        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Speaking of Nickelback, listen to this.
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Scott Piatkowski
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posted 14 September 2004 03:00 AM      Profile for Scott Piatkowski   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
My ears! My ears!

Please attach a warning to such links in the future.


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aRoused
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posted 14 September 2004 11:53 AM      Profile for aRoused     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Wow. I think listening to both at the same time actually improves things. That being said, it's a 50% improvement, so even played simultaneously each is only 75% of a song..

I was feeling a bit powerless and small today, then I heard this:

quote:
I can change the world
With my own two hands
Make a better place
With my own two hands
Make a kinder place
With my own two hands
With my own
With my own two hands
I can make peace on earth
With my own two hands
I can clean up the earth
With my own two hands
I can reach out to you
With my own two hands
With my own
With my own two hands

Iím gonna make it a brighter place
Iím gonna make it a safer place
Iím gonna help the human race
With my own
With my own two hands

I can hold you
With my own two hands
I can comfort you
With my own two hands
But you got to use
Use your own two hands
Use your own
Use your own two hands

With our own
With our own two hands
With my own
With my own two hands


Ben Harper _Diamonds on the Inside_

Now I feel a bit better.


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