Topic: What are you listening to? (Read 813137 times)

Agent_Tachyon · « **Reply #3275 on:** March 05, 2007, 05:07:17 PM »

The Rainmaker by The Rainmakers

Scheherazade · « **Reply #3276 on:** March 05, 2007, 06:28:29 PM »

Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)/Billy Joel

pbsaurus · « **Reply #3277 on:** March 05, 2007, 06:44:36 PM »

song: Baklava
artist: Victim's Family
album: 4 Great Thrash Songs

Anyanka_was_framed · « **Reply #3278 on:** March 05, 2007, 07:08:21 PM »

Where do we go from here?
BtVS: "Once More With Feeling"

Scheherazade · « **Reply #3279 on:** March 05, 2007, 07:18:56 PM »

song: Fortunate Son
artist: CCR

pbsaurus · « **Reply #3280 on:** March 05, 2007, 07:20:03 PM »

song: A Winter's Tale
artist: AFI
album: Warped Tour 2001 Compilation

Scheherazade · « **Reply #3281 on:** March 05, 2007, 07:22:48 PM »

song: I've Got a Feeling
artist: The Beatles
album: Let it Be

pbsaurus · « **Reply #3282 on:** March 05, 2007, 07:57:01 PM »

song: We're From Manchester
artist: The Hellworms
album: Crowd Repellant

Scheherazade · « **Reply #3283 on:** March 05, 2007, 08:35:03 PM »

Enland 5, Germany 1 - The Business

pbsaurus · « **Reply #3284 on:** March 05, 2007, 08:43:20 PM »

song: Subliminal
artist: Suicidal Tendencies
album: Suicial Tendencies

Flashing pictures on my screen
Shown too quickly to be seen
Does not register in my conscious mind
Propaganda of another kind
They're Fucking with me subliminally
They're Fucking with me subliminally

Danger - Nightmare
Doomsday - Nightmare
Murder - Nightmare
Nightmare, Nightmare

Watching T.V. I start to cry
For no reason I don't know why
Could it be from messages on my TV
Which I'm getting subliminally?

Mind control the easiest way
Sponsored by the C.I.A.
It's a weapon you cannot see
It's propaganda subliminally

pbsaurus · « **Reply #3285 on:** March 05, 2007, 08:47:02 PM »

song: Family Man
artist: Black Flag
album: Family Man

Henry: Do you want the family man or do you want the
swingin' man? you choose.
(family man)
You get the family man.

family man
FAMILY man
family MAN
with your glances my way, taken no chances on the new day
family man,
family man with your life all planned
your little sand castle built,
smilin' through your guilt,
family..man
here i come.
here i come family man
i come to infect. i come to rape your woman.
i come to take your children into the street.
i come for YOU family man. family man,
with your christmas lights already up,
your such a MAN when your puttin' up your christmas lights, first on the block.
family man.
family man, I wanna crucify you to your front door, with nails
from your well stocked garage, family man, family man.
family man.
Saint dad. Father on fire. I've come to incinerate you
I've come home.

Scheherazade · « **Reply #3286 on:** March 05, 2007, 09:23:42 PM »

It's all about the Pentiums - Weird Al

Agent_Tachyon · « **Reply #3287 on:** March 06, 2007, 01:04:31 AM »

Take me home Country Road by John Denver

...

*sigh...

pbsaurus · « **Reply #3288 on:** March 06, 2007, 12:38:22 PM »

song: Mysterex
artist: The D4
album: 6Twenty

Scheherazade · « **Reply #3289 on:** March 06, 2007, 02:40:16 PM »

Englishman in New York - Sting

pbsaurus · « **Reply #3290 on:** March 06, 2007, 02:51:03 PM »

song: Pocket Knife
artist: PJ Harvey
album: Uh Huh Her

Scheherazade · « **Reply #3291 on:** March 06, 2007, 03:09:41 PM »

Yoda - Weird Al

pbsaurus · « **Reply #3292 on:** March 06, 2007, 03:30:49 PM »

song: Elvis & Me
artist: Dance Hall Crashers
album: Honey, I'm Homely

raf_loves_penguins · « **Reply #3293 on:** March 07, 2007, 10:44:52 AM »

Music from the Star Wars saga, by John Williams.

pbsaurus · « **Reply #3294 on:** March 07, 2007, 12:40:58 PM »

Hate Star Wars

song: Illuminator (The Illumination Remix--Hollywood Money Train)
artist: Rollins Band
album: Get Some Go Again

I love this one. 14 minute cynical rant-type jam.

"Alright, everybody. We're here in Los Angeles in the wonderful Cherokee Recording Studios, and tonight we're gonna vent some steam and talk about this town. And hangin' out and jammin' with us tonight is one of the great guitar gods of our time, none other than the brother Wayne Kramer. So, Jason, are you ready? Alright. One! Two! Three! Hit it!"

Yeah. I wanna talk about the LA Money Train. Hollywood, California. The place where people come to make it. The train makes many stops on its route. And many try valiantly to get on. Like the rock star from Portland, who works at the office supply store for years getting his hair together, waiting for that train to stop and take him to fame and financial excess. And then there's the actress from Houston, who's spend six years preparing for her big screen debut, by dancing naked on a stage, and ends up realizing her celluloid dreams by going straight to video, co-starring in "Ten Miles of Tough Tongue." Hey, it's work. You gotta keep working. You gotta keep working it. Some people will do anything to get on. Sounds pretty wild, right? All aboard, y'all.

Yeah. Now what about that new visionary turned big spender, taking all those musical genres and puttin' 'em in a blender? The music check he makes made the critics get up on their little hind legs and exclaim: "Now this is what's happening!" Ah! It's just more crap from a culture that's evaporating. Stealing from here and there. He's on the cover of every magazine with his dear caught-in-a-primetime-limelight stare. Really cosmic. Pretending to be totally unaware as to what all the fuss is about as the record company moves with ruthless efficiency and lightening speed to attract every last cent from his listenership before they move on to real drugs, sex, and suddenly find his music one hundred percent unnecessary. You know the situation. Feel free to choose one or utilize any combination. You loose your job. You get your ass kicked. Your woman leaves you. You spend a night in county jail. Reality gets all up in your face, and says: "Hey, man, the reds do." And all of a sudden that Offspring record just doesn't do it for you anymore. Did I just say that? Man! So what if it's true? Yeah. Money train. Money train. Just get on. Just get on the money train, man.

"But, fellows, you know... You know we got brother Wayne Kramer here. So we gotta get outta the way, so he can step up and get into it. Alright, brother Wayne. You got it, man. Go ahead. Yeah."

Yeah. Yeah. Alright. I wanna talk about some more people on the train. I wanna talk about some more people ridin' that money train. You know sometimes failure brings success and I got the proof. I heard about a man, who's ridin' on the train right now, who got kicked out of the 5th floor window and landed way up on the roof. Right time, right place, good rap, nice face. We have the same analyst. Loose your integrity, sell your soul, kiss the right (ass) and up you'll go. From the lofty heights you're residing in they look like ants and their flesh tastes just like chicken. Boy, if your friends could see you now. The ones back from the old town that you left to come out here to get on the money train. You know what they'd say? They'd say: "Uh, were your teeth always that straight and white?" Forget about it, man. As long as you're on the A-list you're in the mix, you're the man. You got the force, the power, the vision, the intensity, the focus, the drive. You are the master of your destiny. Sure to get what you want. Sure to get on that train. Sure to get on that train. Yeah.

You know, in this town, what you drive up in determines who you'll be driving home with. How you dress determines who you'll be undressing. Makes a man wanna get a nice car, cool clothes, and get in touch with his haircare products. On the other hand, you can always go to the video store and see the guy who used to sell millions of records and then snorted, drank and burned his fortunes. All he has left is the dyed hair, eyeliner, and attitude. The receding hairline, gut, and double chin only add to the visual intensity. And from him you can rent a video, and watch his own girlfriend, who's now your next-door neighbour, do things that are definitely moving too fast for primetime. It's an option. Yeah.

"Hey, Jim. I don't wanna leave you out, man. So if you wanna step up and get some, go ahead. Jim Wilson."

Yeah. I get so tired of all the drama. I get so tired of all the drama. I get so tired of all the fakes jumping up and making it. Hard to see all the people who really believe in the soul power of music, standing on the side and getting run over by those with perk breasts, dyed hair, and wonderful cheek-bones. So tired. At this point all I'd like is the truth. At this point all I'd like is the truth. I get so tired of hearing the stories of people who worked years and years, and their lives are nothing but pain and burning tears, falling into their shoes as they wait on the boulevard for the bus as the man with no talent drives by in a brand new BMW 540i. Yeah. Disgusting. Disgusting on an epic scale. Disgusting like huge Godzilla-size disgusting. Obscene the way they go to the bank with. Obscene the way they stretch it out. Obscene the way they're so self-satisfied. As the real soul goes down the drain. As the one triple nine rolls over to the two triple zero. You'll see that the only heroes left, are the ones who are wailing in the dust, punching their fist to the sky, still burning with soul intensity. As the smirking fakes just say: "Whatever, man. It's cool." Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

For years I've waited. For years I've waited for the real thing to come along. For years I've waited, for nights I sweated. And in all the small rooms I occupied, I thought to myself: "It can't last for long. This facade can't stay up forever. Someone's gonna come along and knock it down." Well, many tried and many fell away. Many tried and many left with nothing to say. And they were seen as losers, and they crashed and burned into the sea. Or went up north and vanished or slid back to the midwest. Or were burned and scattered in the south or smashed to bits by the brutality of the east. Yeah. Yeah.

Now I don't mean to sound like they beat us or anything, but sometimes I think it's all over. Sometimes I think it's all over. No more Coltrane. No more Duke. No more Monk, Jimi, Otis, Aretha, Daisy, or Sly. And no one seems to stop and wonder why. And I turn on the radio and it makes me wanna cry. Because I know it's never gonna come around again. And it makes me cry because I know that there's so many people who'll never get to hear Mahalia Jackson, Mississippi Fred McDowell, Lightening, Lemmon, Curtis, Marvin, and the Reverend Al Green.

The airways are clogged, and it's not looking good. In fact it's looking pretty mediocre out there, but I digress...

"You hear that saxophone player in the background? Yeah. We brought him in, so you could get a glimpse of my new found maturity, and still get a sense of my street credibility. He's a session guy. He doesn't even know my name. He's no fool, he's gettin' that system work. He's ridin' the train. Yeah. Good work if you can get it. Just like a stuntman. Just like a pornstar. Oh, wait a minute. He's an actor. Hey, man, what was your motivation for that last scene?"

Yeah. Yeah. Money train. Money train. Sometimes I too wanna get on and ride just like you. Sometimes I'm just like you, man. I wanna get on and have a ride. I wanna get on and ride, and take these fakes for every penny they got. Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, and a, don't forget to keep it real. You always gotta keep it real. Ah-ha, ha, ha, ha! Ah-ha! Ah-ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Keep it real, man. Yeah. Yeah. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Whoo...

ivan · « **Reply #3295 on:** March 07, 2007, 12:48:44 PM »

Whoa, I'll have to read that over lunch.

pbsaurus · « **Reply #3296 on:** March 07, 2007, 04:31:17 PM »

song: The Bad Touch
artist: The Bloodhound Gang
album: Hooray For Boobies

Ha-Ha! Well now, we call this the act of mating
But there are several other very important differences
Between human beings and animals that you should know about

I'd appreciate your input

Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time

Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory"
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide, B-5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Lovett just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"

Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

Agent_Tachyon · « **Reply #3297 on:** March 07, 2007, 10:51:25 PM »

Quote from: pbsaurus on March 07, 2007, 04:31:17 PM

song: The Bad Touch
artist: The Bloodhound Gang
album: Hooray For Boobies

Ha-Ha! Well now, we call this the act of mating
But there are several other very important differences
Between human beings and animals that you should know about

I'd appreciate your input

Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time

Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory"
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide, B-5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Lovett just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"

Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

A true classic of the nineties, if it's been long enough for anything from that era to be classic. I've had that song on every single mp3 player I've ever owned and it was on the first CD I ever burnt as well.

Scheherazade · « **Reply #3298 on:** March 08, 2007, 12:50:11 PM »

song: Say Goodbye to Hollywood
Artist: Billy Joel

pbsaurus · « **Reply #3299 on:** March 08, 2007, 12:54:39 PM »

song: Walked All Night
artist: The Cramps
album: Roadkill

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