If You Are Listening To Music Now..

[kayo]

nothing...

[Neeranam]

nothing...

Never heard of them, are they any good?

[redrus]

Redrus.

You just copied that entire song down, word for word. Down to the last "la"

You bugger... yer still making me smile.

LOL.

The Average White Band; Lets Go Round Again....

redrus

[game4shame]

badly drawn boy - pissin' in the wind.

[kayo]

nothing...

Never heard of them, are they any good?

Artist: De-Phazz

Title: Jim The Jinn

(Daddy was just a girl, in disguise...)

You might just be a poor tailor's lazy son

I don't mind, rub the lamp

and the show goes on

I can make you travel in time and space

I can change your sex,

I can change your race

You might be Genghis Khan

in burning rage

Or a go-go girl dancing in a silver cage

Still you're my master, I'm your slave

One day I'll be free to rave

Jim the Jinn, Jim the Jinn...

You can be the Queen of Sheba

in shining grace

Or Mahatma Gandhi in his holy place

Still you're my master

and I'm your slave

One day I'll be free to rave

[Alreadyinuse]

Mr Kay, I googled Prttt does not exist.

I have abandoned Motown and moved forward, in the lounge mood currently resting my ears to Heroes/Belladona

Y

Edited September 20, 2006 by Alreadyinuse

[kayo]

hi aiu!

Don`t know who is prttt?

Just listened to a superior version of talking heads Life during wartime

By these guys:

The lyrics really are excellent:

Os Paralamas do Sucesso

Life During Wartime

Heard of a van that is leaded with weapons

Packed up and ready to go

Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway

A place where nobody knows

The sound of gunfire, off in the distance

I'm getting used to it now

Lived in Brownstone, lived in the Ghetto

I've lived all over this town

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco

This ain't no fooling around

No time for dancing, or lovey dovey

I ain't got time for that now

Transmit the message to the receiver

Hope for an answer someday

I got three passports, a couple of visas

You don't even know my real name

High on a hillside the trucks are loading

Everything's ready to roll

Sleep in the daytime, work in nighttime

I might not ever get home

This ain't no party, this ain't no dico, this ain't no fooling

around

This ain't the Mudd Club, or CBGB

I ain't got time for tha now

Heard about Houston?

Heard about Detroit?

Heard about Pittsburgh, P.A.?

You've got to learn not to stand by the window

Somebody see you up there

I've go some groveries

Some peanut butter

To last couple of days

But I ain't got no speakers

Ain't got no headphones

Ain't got no records to play

Why go to college, to highschool?

It will be different this time

Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard

I can write nothing at all

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco

This ain't no fooling around

I'd like to kiss you, I'd love to ###### you

I ain't got time for that now.

[Alreadyinuse]

Armand Trovajoli Rossana

Kayo stay away from the mushrooms will ya

[redrus]

Baz Lerman; Sunscreen....

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis other than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this experience now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me. In twenty years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future, or worry but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never cross your worried mind, the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other peoples' hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time with jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life. Some of the most interesting people I know didn't know at twenty-two what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting forty-year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at forty; maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your seventy-fifth wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So is everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and will be most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go other than a precious few to which you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you'll have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse, but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're forty, it will look eighty-five.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

redrus

*this should be in Bop's (where is he, I miss him) Musical Wisdom thread. I can't find it.

Edited September 20, 2006 by redrus

[Alreadyinuse]

hi aiu!

Don`t know who is prttt?

Just listened to a superior version of talking heads Life during wartime

By these guys:

The lyrics really are excellent:

Os Paralamas do Sucesso

Life During Wartime

Heard of a van that is leaded with weapons

Packed up and ready to go

Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway

A place where nobody knows

The sound of gunfire, off in the distance

I'm getting used to it now

Lived in Brownstone, lived in the Ghetto

I've lived all over this town

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco

This ain't no fooling around

No time for dancing, or lovey dovey

I ain't got time for that now

Transmit the message to the receiver

Hope for an answer someday

I got three passports, a couple of visas

You don't even know my real name

High on a hillside the trucks are loading

Everything's ready to roll

Sleep in the daytime, work in nighttime

I might not ever get home

This ain't no party, this ain't no dico, this ain't no fooling

around

This ain't the Mudd Club, or CBGB

I ain't got time for tha now

Heard about Houston?

Heard about Detroit?

Heard about Pittsburgh, P.A.?

You've got to learn not to stand by the window

Somebody see you up there

I've go some groveries

Some peanut butter

To last couple of days

But I ain't got no speakers

Ain't got no headphones

Ain't got no records to play

Why go to college, to highschool?

It will be different this time

Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard

I can write nothing at all

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco

This ain't no fooling around

I'd like to kiss you, I'd love to ###### you

I ain't got time for that now.

Profile Kay thats where youre from right?? Deep down in the jungle..

This ones for you

Welcome to the Jungle Guns and Roses

Welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games

We got everything you want honey, we know the names

We are the people that can find whatever you may need

If you got the money honey we got your disease

CHORUS:

In the jungle, Welcome to the jungle

watch it bring you to your knees, knees

I wanna watch you bleed

Welcome to the jungle we take it day by day

If you want it you're gonna bleed but it's the price to pay

And you're a very sexy girl that's very hard to please

You can taste the bright lights but you won't get there for free

In the jungle welcome to the jungle

Feel my, my, my serpentine

OOh, I wanna hear you scream

Welcome to the jungle it gets worse here every day

Ya learn to live like an animal in the jungle where we play

If you hunger for what you see you'll take it eventually

You can have everything you want but you better not take it from me

CHORUS

And when you're high you never ever wanna come down

so sown, so down, so down....YEAH

You know where you are?

you're in the jungle baby...you're gonna DIEEE

In the jungle welcome to the jungle

watch it bring you to your knees, knees

In the jungle welcome to the jungle

fell my, my, my serpentine

In the jungle welcome to the jungle

watch it bring you to your knees, knees

In the jungle welcome to the jungle

watch it bring you to you

its gonna bring you down....HA!!

Edited September 20, 2006 by Alreadyinuse

[kayo]

Drus Tune! Reminded me (I dunno why) of this tune: (also one for Bops,, living out in the midwest!

Folks

I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream

About me

About you

About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottoms of our chests

About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts

Or maybe below the cockles

Maybe in the sub-cockle area

Maybe in the liver

Maybe in the kidneys

Maybe even in the colon

We don't know

I'm just a regular joe

With a regular job

I'm your average white

Suburbanite slob

I like football, and porno, and books about war

I've got an average house

With a nice hardwood floor

My wife, and my job

My kids, and my car

My feet on my table

And a Cuban cigar

But sometimes that just ain't enough

To keep a man like me interested

Oh no, no way, uh uhh

No, I gotta go out and have fun

At someone else's expense

Oh yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

I drive really slow

In the ultra-fast lane

While people behind me are going insane

I'm an as$hole

(he's an as$hole, what an as$hole)

I'm an as$hole

(he's an as$hole, such an as$hole)

I use public toilets

And I pi$s on the seat

I walk around in the summer time sayin', "How about this heat?"

I'm an as$hole

(he's an as$hole, what an as$hole)

I'm an as$hole

(he's the worlds biggest as$hole)

Sometimes I park in the handicapped spaces

While handicapped people

Make handicapped faces

I'm an as$hole

(he's an as$hole, what an as$hole)

I'm an as$hole

(he's a real ######ing as$hole)

Maybe I shouldn't be singin' this song

Ranting and raving and carrying on

Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong...

...

NAAAHHHHH!

I'm an as$hole

(he's an as$hole, what an as$hole)

I'm an as$hole

(he's the world's biggest as$hole)

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadilac El Dorado Convertable

Hot pink!

With whale skin hub caps

An all leather cow interior

And big brown baby seal eyes for headlights

YEAH!

And I'm gonna drive around in that baby

At 115 miles per hour

Getting one mile per gallon

Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonalds in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable Styrofoam containers

And when I'm done sucking down those grease-ball burgers

I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag

And then I'm gonna toss the Styrofoam containers right out the side

And there ain't a Godda.n thing anybody can do about it

You know why?

'Cause we got the bombs, that's why!

Two words: Nuclear Fuc.kin' Weapons

Okay!?

Russia, Germany, Romania

They can have all the Democracy they want

They can have a big Democracy cake walk

Right through the middle of Tienemen Square

And it won't make a lick of difference

Because we got the bombs

Okay!?

John Wayne's not dead

He's frozen!

And as soon as we find a cure for cancer We're gonna thaw out "The Duke"

And he's gonna be pretty pi$sed off

You know why?

Have you ever taken a cold shower?

Well, multiply that by 15 million times

That's how pi$sed off "The Duke"'s gonna be

I'm gonna get "The Duke"

And John Cassavetes

And Lee Marvin

And Sam Peckinpah

And a case of whiskey

And drive down to Texas

And-

(Hey, Hey! You know you really are an as$hole)

Why don't you just shut-up and sing the song, pal?

You know, the whole time I thought I was that as$hole

And it turns out it was him

What an a$shole!

I'm an as$hole

(he's an as$hole, what an as$hole)

I'm an as$hole

(he's the worlds biggest as$hole)

A - SS - HO - LE!

Everybody!!

A - SS - HO - LE!

*dog barking noises*

I'm an as$hole and proud of it!

***

have a look and listen here

AIU... Ah! But I made you look though, didn`t I!?

That G`n`r Tune was an anthem for me some years ago.

Edited September 20, 2006 by kayo

[kayo]

Carnaval, Natalie merchant:

have I been blind

have I been lost

inside my self and

my own mind

hypnotized

mesmerized

by what my eyes have seen?

I've walked these streets

in a spectacle of wealth and poverty

in the diamond markets

the scarlet welcome carpet

that they just rolled out for me

[kayo]

I`m rocking out today... .

Touch and GO: Straight to Number 1

Yeah

Ten . . . kiss me on the lips

Nine . . . run your fingers through my hair

Eight . . . touch me . . . slowly

Hold it! Let's go straight . . . to number one

Seven . . . lips

Six . . . slooowly

Five . . . fingers

Four . . . play

. . . to number one

Let's go straight . . . to number one

and now Os Paralamas Do Suceso:

Tequila/Lourinha Bombril

rough translation (rocking song!)

This Creole has the blue eyes

This lourinha has bombril hair

That indian sotaque of the south

This mulata has the color of Brazil

the German cook saying "princesinha" speaking "in the foot"

The Italian cooking beans

the American if enchanted with the Pelé Haagen-dazs of mangaba, chateau, black cinnamon Cachaça (sugar cane rum), made in Carmo giving the return in the Caboclo planet president bringing the solution Book for food, plate for education

I said!

For and she repairs Looks at as it samba Looks at as it shines Looks at that wonder I said For and he repairs Looks at as it samba Looks at as it shines Ai ai...

(babel fish ain`t great okay) and now, chilling a bit with MC Solaar - Emmenez Moi..

Take me away, (I wanna get far way from here!)

Take me away, (this time I`m telling you)

Take me away, (I want no more of this life!)

[kayo]

Okay. One more before I go:

O Rappa

Eu Quero Ver Gol!

I wanna see a goal!

Row, rocking, swing, beach and carnival

Today in the foot of the mountain

I want to see goal I want to see goal

do not need to no cups or plates

I want to see goal

Two days without sleeping

sunday of morning arrives,

Is difficult to pass without a sea bath

He has capacity, but we foresee tumult in the distance then,

Tô in favelinha, catch outside of the Méier-copacabana line is the ideal tram,

In the end point feeling is total

Because I want to see goal, I want to see goal

I do not need no cups or plates,

I I want to see gol(2)

He has lemon, he has kills, sliced watermelon, the globe salt and candy,

Chinese dragon I go to twist, I go to see my teams earn...

Because I want to see goal I want to see goal I do not need to be plate I I want to see goal

Vive roberto Carlos, Ze Roberto, vive brazil... I wanna see a GOAL!!!!!

[kayo]

LASt ONE:

Connected... Stumble you might fall la di dah.. 15 years and still a rockin tune.

[ovenman]

Traffic - Last Exit

[eddie11]

Nine Black Alps

"Get your Guns"

[kayo]

crikey (too much terry on this board) ,

I cant imagine that i listen to more music per imnute than the other 50000000 users put together...

[Neeranam]

Black Uhuru - general penitentiary

Edited September 22, 2006 by Neeranam

[kayo]

Orchard Road... Artist:

[kayo]

Hey there Delilah

The Plain White T`s

[retirednavyman]

I'm listening to Michael McDonald on 98.9 KWJZ Seattle people and it's gooooood

[kayo]

I`ve justcome across this song

Disappointment stops by from time to time

to see how I'm doing.

He came by last night right after you left

my life in ruin.

When I don't get what I want

the spoiled child inside breaks down,

kicking, screaming, preying, and dreaming

for a love lost and found

I wish we never, I wish we never,

I wish we never met

'cause now I've got my heart set on you.

Humiliation asked me out last night;

I had nothing else to do,

so we took a cab to loopy drunk, had conversations

I couldn't get through,

and another stranger's eyes

were trying desperately to meet mine,

but I looked away, tabs to pay, lies to say...

like," How are you?" Oh, "I'm doin' fine.....but I ...."

I wish we never, I wish we never,

I wish we never met

'cause now I've got my heart set on you.

and I don't get what I want

from another stranger's eyes.

and I don't get what I want

from another stranger's eyes.

I wish we never, I wish we never,

I wish we never met

'cause now I've got my heart set on you.

by a lady named Kathleen Wilhoite Very pretty song.

[game4shame]

I`ve justcome across this song

you better wipe it up then.

[bannork]

'Nothing But The Same Old Story' by Paul Brady from the 1981 album, 'Hard Station'.

A great track describing the situation of Irish labourers and workers in England in the 1970s.

It should be compulsory listening in all UK schools, wonderful piano and vocals.

[kayo]

I`ve just come across this song

you better wipe it up then.

bugger....

'Nothing But The Same Old Story' by Paul Brady from the 1981 album, 'Hard Station'.

A great track describing the situation of Irish labourers and workers in England in the 1970s.

It should be compulsory listening in all UK schools, wonderful piano and vocals.

Nice one.

I`m now listening to Billy Bragg: A new England.

"I`m not looking for a new england, I`m just looking another girl.

BEST LINE:

I saw two shooting stars last night,

I wished on them,

But they were only satelites

[kayo]

another new artist:

Jen Cloher and the endless sea:

listen to it HERE!

Edited September 26, 2006 by kayo

[game4shame]

on now (in my head):

fields of athenry

[a3]

Buddy Guy - ###### Right I got the blues..............

[kayo]

you euh..... you wanna talk about it admin3 ? shoulder to on?