Music that speaks to your soul (Page 2)

"The Long and Winding Road" ~ Beatles

The long and winding road that leads to your door,
Will never disappear,
I've seen that road before It always leads me here,
leads me to your door.

The wild and windy night the rain washed away,
Has left a pool of tears crying for the day.
Why leave me standing here, let me know the way
Many times I've been alone and many times I've cried
Anyway you'll never know the many ways I've tried, but
Still they lead me back to the long and winding road
You left me standing here a long, long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to you door
Da, da, da, da--

Song: Blinded By The Light
Artist: Bruce Springsteen
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the
merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-menot whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band


And she was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce
Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright


Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
He says: Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance


Yeah he was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce
Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light
He got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight


Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said I'll turn you on sonny to something strong if you play that song with the funky break
And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier
Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card, he said, do what you like, but don't do it here
Well I jumped up, spit in the air, fell on the ground, asked wich was the way back home
He said take a right at the light, keep going straight until right, and then boy you're on your own


And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon
And some kidnapped handicap was complaining that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night
Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but he'd figured he'd be all right


He was just blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce
Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh but mama that's where the fun is

Poe
Song : Walk the Walk

My mother spent 10 years sitting by a window
Scared if she spoke she would die of a heart attack
She listened as her dreams silently screamed
They drowned like little dolphins caught in a fishnet

Dear world i'm pleased to meet you

Hey everybody when you walk the walk
You gotta back it all up you gotta talk the talk
Hey everybody when I hear the knock
Don't wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock

Hey everybody when my daddy died
He had a sad sad story written in his eyes
Hey everybody when you walk the walk
You cannot measure out your life to the tick of a clock

I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum

Hey everybody
Can you walk the walk you gotta back it all up
But can you talk the talk
Hey everybody
can you walk the walk?

I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
(Say what?)
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
(Say what?)

I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
I wanna live to the beat of my own drum
I wanna take to the beat of my own drum
I wanna hang ten, high, say pleased to meet you

Give to the beat of my own drum
I wanna sing to the beat of my own drum

I wanna fly, cry, win, lose, live, die, take five
Pleased to meet you

My daddy spent 10 years living on the outside looking in
He thought that he would never get back
Watched his dream walk across a silver screen
And he was standing there when the theatre went pitch black

Dear world I'm pleased to meet you

Hey everybody when I walk the walk
I gotta back it all up I vgotta talk the talk
Hey everybody when I hear the knock
Don't wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock

Hey everybody--can you walk the walk?

I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
(Say what?)
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
(Say what?)

I wanna live to the beat of my own drum
I wanna laugh to the beat of my own drum
I wanna play to the beat of my own drum
I wanna hang ten, high, say pleased to meet you

I wanna screw up to the beat of my own drum
I wanna take it out of town and do it to my drum

Scream shout
Wipe out
Make love to my baby

Father: It's a wonderful idea, but it doesn't work.

My own drum my own beat

Hey did you ever get the feeling that it's really a joke
You think you've got it figured out and then you find that you don't
So you say goodbye to the world and now you're floating in space
You got no sense of nothing not even a time or a place
Then suddenly you hear it it's the beat of your heart
And for the first time in your life you know your life is about to start

I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum

Daughter:
There's someone knocking in the wall, was it an echo? ba da pa pa

I like Bruce.. but best his version of "Pink Cadillac". But that's me.

I enjoy "Blinded By The Light". It was used very appropriately in the movie "Blow" with Johnny Depp fairly recently. An excellent, excellent movie...anyone who hasn't seen it, should (unless the whole drug thing severly depresses you)...it's really one of the better movies I've seen in my lifetime.

My point, and I did have one, is that now whenever I hear that song, it reminds me of the movie. Isn't the song actually about cocaine or something?

BTW, I don't think I've ever heard the Bruce Springsteen version (didn't even know there was one). I think the one I've heard and liked is by Manfred Mann's Earth Band.

bruce springsteen wrote 'blinded by the light'

I've only heard the springsteen version...

I don't remember it in Blow... But I saw the movie a while ago... It was ok... But not my type of movie... Oh well...

I like Johnny Depp, so that was ok.

thanks cj7

BODHRAN

Bodhran Care
Keep It Alive And Happy

Traditionally, the bodhran is a goatskin drum which lives in damp, green Ireland. However, since wandering Irish minstrels have spread the music all over the world, the poor bodhran often finds itself far from the cool green shores.

Bodhrans who live in hot dry places need special help to stay alive. If you have a goatskin head on your drum, and live in an area where the weather is very dry or hotter than 75 degrees for long periods, you will notice that the drum head becomes very tight. Drums have been known to split in extreme conditions. To prevent this, you can store your drum in a case with a humidifer or if you have no case, storing your drum in a closet or other small area with an even temperature. In really dry areas, you can put the drum in a plastic bag with a damp rag. Punch a few small holes in the bag to prevent mildew and store in the closet. When you travel cross country through different weather zones, you should provide a case or bag and try to keep the drum at a constant temperature. Wrap it in a thick blanket and set it under pillows. Never leave your drum in the back window of a car or in the trunk.

If you live in a very damp area and your drum always seems to be too soggy to play, it needs to be heated slightly and carefully. Rub vigorously or hold near a heat source until the skin tightens up properly. Playing the drum will also heat it up.

Sometimes, when playing on a stage or in a hot session, the skin will becomeoverheated. Pour a small amount of water inside the drum and rub it around until the drum loosens. It's a good idea to rub some water around the rim in extreme cases of dryness.

If a bodhran is always to loose you can thourghly soak the head on both sides than put about a 2" piece of wet cloth or paper towel on the center of the skin than let it sit over night than remove the wet cloth and let it dry all day and it should be tightened up.

The more your drum is played, the more alive it sounds, so play it often.

The group as a whole isn't doing bad but I expect more from the lot of you.

I like a caring, omnipotent ThreadMaster with high expectations.

This one reminds me of fire works at the fourth of july... I have no idea why...

A long, long time ago
I remember how the music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
that I could make those people dance
and maybe they'd be happy for awhile
But February made me shiver
with every paper I'd deliver
bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
And I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

So Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie,
Drove My chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.
Them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye,
singing This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love,
and do you have faith in God above,
Because the Bible tells you so?
And do you believe in Rock and Roll,
can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
And I know that you're in love with him,
'cause I saw you dancing in the gym,
you both kicked off you shoes
and I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenaged broncin' buck
with a pink carnation and a pick-up truck
but I knew that I was out of luck
the day the music died

I started singing, Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie,
Drove My chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.
Them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye,
singing This'll be the day that I die.

For 10 years we were on our own
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone
but that's not how it used to be
The jester danced for the king and queen
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean
and a voice that came from you and me
And as the king was looking down
the jester stole his thorny crown
the court room was adjourned
no verdict was returned
as Lenin(*) read a book on Marx
the quartet practiced in the park
and we sang dirges in the dark
the day the music died

And we were singing, Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie,
Drove My chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.
Them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye,
singing This'll be the day that I die.

Helter skelter in the summer swelter
Birds flew off with the fallout shelter
8 miles high and falling fast
and it fell on the grass
the players tried for a forward pass
with the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
the half-time air was sweet perfume
the sergeants played a marching tune
and we all got up to dance
but we never got the chance
The players tried to take the field
the marching band refused to yield
do you recall what was revealed
the day the music died?

And we were all in one place
a generation lost in space
with no time left to start again
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candle stick
Cause the fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
to light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

I met a girl who sang the blues
and I asked her for some happy news
she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
where I heard the music years before
but the Man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed,
the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
the Church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most
the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
they caught the last train for the coast
the day the music died.

And we were singing, Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie,
Drove My chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.
Them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye,
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IF YOU WANT TRUE LOVING, CALL ON ME (634-5789)
WILSON PICKETT!

I WONDER HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE CALLED THAT NUMBER!?? LOL

I WOULD PUT MINE UP HERE(NUMBER), BUT I DONT LIKE TO TALK ON THE PHONE!!!LOL

I LOVE WILSON PICKETT, AND GOOD OLD ROCK AND ROLL! THAT IS ABOUT THE BEST THING OUR COUNTRY HAS GOING FOR IT!

"I WOULD PUT MINE UP HERE(NUMBER), BUT I DONT LIKE TO TALK ON THE PHONE"

I'VE CHANGED MY MIND...YOU CAN CALL ME COLLECT! LOL

sup suzy

Re: July fireworks.. Don McClean (American Pie/Vincent/Starry Night) all very good, true. Lobo also.

my mom hates that car commerical with the american pie song. so i she says that she was crazy that encougaged sucide attepts. like oh my god mom, ur so dumb,
it's a car commerical.

Well I came across a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him tell where are you going
This he told me

Well I am going down to Yasgur's farm
Going to join in a rock and roll band
Goin' to get back to the land to set my soul free

We are stardust, we are golden
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Well then can I walk beside you
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel like I'm a cog in something turning
And maybe it's the time of year
Yes and maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know who I am
But life is for learning

We are stardust, we are golden
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation.

We are stardust, we are golden
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Helpless (CSNY)

There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
and in my mind I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there,

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.

Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes

Vincent speaking to the life of Vincent Van Gogh. A most interesting life?

"We are stardust, we are golden
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden".. Morgan, I remember this.. What's the title? It's been years.

James: Re: V.V.G. Aside from the painting, the location being France, the ear donation was a sure fire attention getter.

The song's called "woodstock", and I haven't been able to figure out if Joni Mitchell or CSNY did it first...

Morgan, I've only heard the male voice version. Going to look it up. (if CSNY isn't abbreviated?)

hmm. Not alot of choices to d/l from. Must be the time of day.. too early now.

Crosby Stills Nash and Young...

Sorry...

The album is Deja Vu, by the way

Hey, that worked. Getting it now. Thanks for the suggestion..

😉

Ohh.. I see "Judy Blue Eyes" which sounds familiar somehow. And "Marrakesh Express" forgot all about that one. "Woodstock" was missed btw.. Really. Chilling out over here. Crosby, Stills, Nash..and sometimes Young. A,E,I,O,U.. sometimes Y. Getting.. really.. spacey now. 🙂

lol... I've been listening to their songs since last night... Now I must change gears...

Pink Floyd
"Wish You Were Here"

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

"Judy's" also a lost and found! Whoo~Whoo! Hmm. What's your current topical tunage tendencies at present?

Sigh... I'm working off of "Shine on you Crazy Diamond"... Pink Floyd... 🙂

Ohh.. a "pinkster".. I can't recall if you saw the movie yet.. (Gwen did, I remember).. There's a scene where the lead is slowly building this "mandela" arrangement of paper and trash, tiny things..beans, whatever in this huge, elaborate pattern.. and he just know he's deeply..gone.

I haven't seen it yet... Unfortunately... I'm working on it... But now that Gwen's going away it maybe harder... Oh well... I saw it for sale in Best Buy, I may just pick it up... I need a dvd anyway... it's a conversation peice really...

The DVD? or the Movie? It is one of those you could rewatch many times.. with seeing something esle each go round. What do you watch in general (besides sci fi, which I also like) in a good movie? Any particular genre?

the movie...

Ummm... I like... Hmmm... I like action adventure pictures... Comedies are good... I guess I can sit through dramas if I have to... But it's not my first choice...

Especially sappy melodramatic lets get teary eyed just for the sake of overemotinality type dramas...

(I like inventing words)

Ooooh... suspence... I like suspence... The Ring was good... And What Lies Beneath... Good suspence...

Haven't heard of "What Lies Beneath".. what's that? See, I stayed away from the Ring.. (don't remember why, at the time). I like.. "serious" "screams".. (and sometimes parody type) movies. But usually the characters have to be dumbed down to make it appeal (apparently.. in hollywoods eyes .. to as many [i.e. lowest common denominator] of the public.
Psycho, Vertigo.. most of the Hitchchicken elements I do like. (Plus the believability of the older stars.) I may just be making up words on accident, myself here. : )

Is the second Tomb Raider out yet, btw?
28 days.. I have to go see.
Pirates.. (I envy you.. I will go.)

What Lies Beneath was a really good suspence ghost story movie with a wonderful twist ending... I really enjoyed it... And it was realistic enough too, not too oversensationalized.

I like Hitchchicken too... But I love what they can do with the cinimagraphics of the modern movies... The special affects and all that...

I can't wait to see the next tomb raider movie... Angelina Jo Lee is a great actress.

You said "was" a good suspense movie..so I'm hoping it's made it to video. Definitely will look that one up. Ciao.

Oh yeah... that came out quite a while ago... Maybe two or three years ago...

Not bad for a tate post you mates may make something of this.

Garbage - Stupid Girl

You pretend you're high
You pretend you're bored
You pretend you're anything
Just to be adored
And what you need
Is what you get

Don't believe in fear
Don't believe in faith
Don't believe in anything
That you can't break

You stupid girl
You stupid girl
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted

What drives you on (What drives you on)
Can drive you mad (Can drive you mad)
A million lies to sell yourself
Is all you ever had

Don't believe in love
Don't believe in hate
Don't believe in anything
That you can't waste

You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can't believe you fake it
Can't believe you fake it

Don't believe in fear
Don't believe in pain
Don't believe in anyone
That you can't tame

You stupid girl
You stupid girl
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted

You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can't believe you fake it
Can't believe you fake it

You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can't believe you fake it
Can't believe you fake it

You stupid girl.