Another one from Massive Attach and Burial...Amazing if you ask me!
Another one from Massive Attach and Burial...Amazing if you ask me!
Last edited by inutero; October 23rd, 2011 at 03:46 PM. Reason: interrupted thought...
What you allow, is what will continue
Don't talk about things you might want to do, nor postpone them... Just DO!
It's actually very cool to come in and listen to the diverse styles of music, like the two posted above. Helps to open the mind.
Thank you both for sharing.
Growth Through Adversity
STILL can't stop listening to M83's Hurry Up, We're Dreaming. Absolutely addictive, magical album, filled with so much adventure and wonder.
Don't talk about things you might want to do, nor postpone them... Just DO!
Fun tune that there Mr. B
Now onto something a little more Summery!
'I'll send the Sunshine after you'
In Loving Memory.
Lion Spirit Walker / September 17, 1963 - Dec 30, 2014.
... All with Purpose ...
Don't talk about things you might want to do, nor postpone them... Just DO!
Magical...don't think there's another band out there can create music with such sublime otherworldly beauty...
Listening to a CD entitled 'Movements'. Whos 'Movements'?, you might wonder. Hehehee. I'm not telling. LOLLOL.
Mental expansion in progress......
Last edited by Lion Spirit Walker; October 27th, 2011 at 10:41 PM. Reason: add. note
Growth Through Adversity
From the brilliant movie Harry Brown
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying the stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.
I never thought I'd miss you
Half as much as I do
And I never thought I'd feel this way
The way I feel
About you
As soon as I wake up
Every night, every day
I know that it's you I need
To take the blues away
It must be love, love, love,
It must be love, love, love,
Nothing more, nothing less
Love is the best
How can it be that we can
Say so much without words?
Bless you and bless me
Bless the bees
And the birds
I've got to be near you
Every night, every day
I couldn't be happy
Any other way
It must be love, love, love,
It must be love, love, love,
Nothing more, nothing less
Love is the best
As soon as I wake up
Every night, every day
I know that it's you I need
To take the blues away
It must be love, love, love,
It must be love, love, love' It must be love, love, love...
repeat
You may say I am cynical, but I say man is flawed
He has a vague memory of before some fall
Behaving like a reptile, but talks of walking tall
If god is in his image, the almighty must be small
God only knows
Swaggart has been caught with his trousers round his knees
After damning me and you to hell for eternity
Sex and power and money is the prayer of these priests
They bribe their way past heaven's gates and steal a set of keys
God only knows
My guru has been sleeping with adepts and with sheep
While I was ****ing celibate, self-righteous in belief
Yesterday he was god, now he is a creep
We fell upon each other starving for belief
God only knows
I speak in the name of god
I speak in the name of that
white haired old man in the clouds
Always a man
Dispensing lightening justice from his fingertips
Watching you every second of the day
Just waiting for you to **** up
I speak in the name of God
I'm his intermediary
I'm a Mollah, I'm a Priest, I'm a Vicar
If you want to go to God
You have to come through me
Is heaven full, oh lord, of these babbling preachers and
God-fearing biggots
All these sef-rightious, self-appointed prophets
because if so:-
I know where I'd rather be
Away from this cacophony
Away from this cacophony
God only knows
God only knows
God only knows
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