" L" great album, bought it when it came out and still dig it to this dayNice one!!! Love me a bit of Gong and some Steve Hillage myself
Become a Patron!
What song are you playing right now?
- Thread starter No Ash More Cash
- Start date
Great movie and sound tracks!
I can't help replaying this
Why don't you try to listen to the lyrics?
Why don't you try to listen to the lyrics?
Sorry I only read them
What would you say if I told you I was sorry
And that I've come to realize life means nothing without you
Would you take my hand, would you forgive this man
For ever doubting your love is true
And could you find it in your heart
To let me try and make it up to you
Yesterday a jealous man, today a lonely fool
I let love slip right through my hands
With all the hurt I've handed you
I've gotta stop your love from dying or I'll be living proof
Yesterday's jealous man is today's lonely fool
Darling from now on I'll be proud when other men notice you
Instead of getting mean and loud like I used to do
Find some mercy in your heart and we'll make another start
At the love that we once knew
I won't hurt you anymore
I'm gonna trust you now and never question you
Yesterday a jealous man, today a lonely fool
I let love slip right through my hands
With all the hurt I've handed you
I've gotta stop your love from dying or I'll be living proof
Yesterday's jealous man is today's lonely fool
Here ya go
The thread title is what song are you playing now and I am playing it off the dedicated Music/Itunes Server. But thanks for the link.
\\S:\Music\Red Hot Chili Peppers.........
No probs..I said In my first post if you can't post the vid/link I'll be happy too
No probs..I said In my first post if you can't post the vid/link I'll be happy too
Wow Mike. I love Blues. When that sax came in, I stopped what I was doing just to hang my head. Very good!
Yes, hit auto play button or playlist, hang it for awhile.
dude, that's not the song's lyrics... I told you to listen man
!!!!
I want to show you
I want to grow you
Inside of me
I want to see you
I want to free you
I want to be you
Inside of me
Love me 50,000 miles beneath my brain
Love me 50,000 times and then again
Can you love me with a thousand eyes?
Can you see right through my bones?
Can you kiss me with a thousand lips?
Can you melt a solid stone?
Can you hear me from a thousand miles
When you're screaming at the stars?
Can you pull me up to Jupiter
When I'm all hung up on Mars?
Burn my eyes with your flame
Let your world spin free
Let it go, baby
I'll do the same
All depends on me
Let it go
It's all the same
What with jewels that you can't see
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, babe
Bring it on home to me...
Songwriters: ALVIN LEE
Y'all are way more fun than the other guys.
....until I get booted for posting awesomeness.
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain
An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, well no-one durst
He's the best of course of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first
(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'
(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops,
(Well) In the night of the iron sausage,
(Well) Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people that he's locked away up there
Are they crazy?,
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?,
It has never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires naught but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at hers
Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
....until I get booted for posting awesomeness.
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain
An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, well no-one durst
He's the best of course of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first
(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'
(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops,
(Well) In the night of the iron sausage,
(Well) Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people that he's locked away up there
Are they crazy?,
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?,
It has never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires naught but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at hers
Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
The first recording that used "flange"...
...They had no idea where it would go.
...They had no idea where it would go.
Texas blues:
Not blues:
Turn away now!
Walter Westinghouse went to town
He found a friend today
His friend was peeling ceiling wax as
He heard Walter say
Love me tender, love me sweet
Love me like I love my feet
Sit me down with Ezra Pound
But don't forget to eat
Or cause a country boy to cook
A carrot or a cake
But don't forget the feelings
Of a friend are hard to fake
He lives a life of April leaves
Respondent to the thought that
Often things you caught or bought
Were not the ones you sought
Now his December is a sender
Singing songs he knows
But all the words are cheese and please
And boy, I hope it snows
He buys the bacon and the achin'
In his heart is due
To overcoats and Quaker Oats
And if his wife should sue
Wanda, Wanda where you went and
Tell me what'd you take?
I took the tongue of Philip Jung
And left it in the lake
But my dear I think I fear
That you had lost your way
'Cause scrambled eggs, 'cause scrambled eggs
Were all he'd let me bake
He said, "Your trust is like a crust
Too brittle and too thin"
I said,? You're full of ****** nuts
And look like Rin Tin Tin?
Is common ground not ever found
But flees from dad to son
Or is it just believing that the
Evening steals the sun?
I said,? Your snoot is full of poot
And should be in a shoe?
And then I said your stupid bed
Is better off than you
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Huh, what's that, dear? Huh?
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Yes, eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
And he sees the threads of worn out treads
And calls his color true and calls his color true
And calls his color true and calls his color true
And calls his color true and calls his color true
And calls his color true and calls his color true
Writer(s): Homer Flynn, Hardy Winfred Fox
He found a friend today
His friend was peeling ceiling wax as
He heard Walter say
Love me tender, love me sweet
Love me like I love my feet
Sit me down with Ezra Pound
But don't forget to eat
Or cause a country boy to cook
A carrot or a cake
But don't forget the feelings
Of a friend are hard to fake
He lives a life of April leaves
Respondent to the thought that
Often things you caught or bought
Were not the ones you sought
Now his December is a sender
Singing songs he knows
But all the words are cheese and please
And boy, I hope it snows
He buys the bacon and the achin'
In his heart is due
To overcoats and Quaker Oats
And if his wife should sue
Wanda, Wanda where you went and
Tell me what'd you take?
I took the tongue of Philip Jung
And left it in the lake
But my dear I think I fear
That you had lost your way
'Cause scrambled eggs, 'cause scrambled eggs
Were all he'd let me bake
He said, "Your trust is like a crust
Too brittle and too thin"
I said,? You're full of ****** nuts
And look like Rin Tin Tin?
Is common ground not ever found
But flees from dad to son
Or is it just believing that the
Evening steals the sun?
I said,? Your snoot is full of poot
And should be in a shoe?
And then I said your stupid bed
Is better off than you
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Huh, what's that, dear? Huh?
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Yes, eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
Eat exuding oinks upon
And bleed decrepit broken bones
At caustic spells of hell
And he sees the threads of worn out treads
And calls his color true and calls his color true
And calls his color true and calls his color true
And calls his color true and calls his color true
And calls his color true and calls his color true
Writer(s): Homer Flynn, Hardy Winfred Fox
Sorry, I ain't got nothin' better to do....
More Beck:
And they classified me zed
'Cause of over population
They told me that I would soon be dead
But I slipped out of the force field
And hid beneath the monorail
But the automatic blood hounds
Lord, they're soon hot along my trail
Now if I had been a scholar
With computer working hard
Then my molecular structure
Would not be on the grader's card
So, I know that they will get me
Put my index in the brain
Then, the atoms of my body
Will be disposed of, Lordy, down the drain
They took me down the grading station
And they classified me zed
'Cause of over population
They told me that I would soon be dead
Songwriters: ALVIN LEE
And they classified me zed
'Cause of over population
They told me that I would soon be dead
But I slipped out of the force field
And hid beneath the monorail
But the automatic blood hounds
Lord, they're soon hot along my trail
Now if I had been a scholar
With computer working hard
Then my molecular structure
Would not be on the grader's card
So, I know that they will get me
Put my index in the brain
Then, the atoms of my body
Will be disposed of, Lordy, down the drain
They took me down the grading station
And they classified me zed
'Cause of over population
They told me that I would soon be dead
Songwriters: ALVIN LEE
Here they come, and they're going to touch everyone
Far, far, have they come
Here they come, and the fire on their wings doesn't burn
Here they come, and they know everything we must learn
Round, round, we must turn
Watch out, you, sinners
Don't you know that your time has come?
Watch out, you, winners
Now it's the same for everyone
Here they come, and the stars in their eyes seem to glow
Here they come, and the fear in our hearts starts to go
Now, now, now we all know
Songwriters: ALVIN LEE
Best groove ever. While you wait for the groove, check out the drummin'...
Yeah.
According to many musicians, this may be the best song ever recorded.
Yeah.
According to many musicians, this may be the best song ever recorded.
Last edited:
RIP Walter Becker....
Hello one and all
Was it you I used to know
Can't you hear me call
On this old ham radio
All I got to say
I'm alive and feeling fine
If you come my way
You can share my poison wine
[Chorus]
No marigolds in the promised land
There's a hole in the ground
Where they used to grow
Any man left on the Rio Grande
Is the king of the world
As far as I know
I don't want your bread
I don't need your helping hand
I can't be no savage
I can't be no highwayman
Show me where you are
You and I will spend this day
Driving in my car
Through the ruins of Santa Fe
[Chorus]
I'm reading last year's papers
Although I don't know why
Assassins cons and rapers
Might as well die
If you come around
No more pain and no regrets
Watch the sun go brown
Smoking cobalt cigarettes
There's no need to hide
Taking things the easy way
If I stay inside
I might live til Saturday
[Chorus]
Songwriters: DONALD JAY FAGEN, WALTER CARL BECKER
Hello one and all
Was it you I used to know
Can't you hear me call
On this old ham radio
All I got to say
I'm alive and feeling fine
If you come my way
You can share my poison wine
[Chorus]
No marigolds in the promised land
There's a hole in the ground
Where they used to grow
Any man left on the Rio Grande
Is the king of the world
As far as I know
I don't want your bread
I don't need your helping hand
I can't be no savage
I can't be no highwayman
Show me where you are
You and I will spend this day
Driving in my car
Through the ruins of Santa Fe
[Chorus]
I'm reading last year's papers
Although I don't know why
Assassins cons and rapers
Might as well die
If you come around
No more pain and no regrets
Watch the sun go brown
Smoking cobalt cigarettes
There's no need to hide
Taking things the easy way
If I stay inside
I might live til Saturday
[Chorus]
Songwriters: DONALD JAY FAGEN, WALTER CARL BECKER