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Related: Culture Forums, Support ForumsLet's have a music thread. What song is in your head right now?
"Here You Come Again" by Dolly Parton
"La Vie en Rose" by Edith Piaf
"Seasons In the Sun" Terry Jacks
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)applegrove
(118,642 posts)album in statistics class in grade 6. Most people said "Rumours". I put my hand up for that too cause I didn't know any albums. I went home and asked my mom if we could buy it. What a great first album it was to have. I cannot think of another album that is so great all the way through.
nomorenomore08
(13,324 posts)"Won't you lay me down in the tall grass and let me do my stuff..."
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)applegrove
(118,642 posts)Hoyt
(54,770 posts)Callmecrazy
(3,065 posts)Todd Rundgren
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Happy Friday everybody!
Next round's on me.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)Sorta ... Woodstock New York is home to lots of musical folks.
Callmecrazy
(3,065 posts)So is Vegas. Not near my house, though.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)Tuesday Afternoon
(56,912 posts)Call Me Wesley
(38,187 posts)Tuesday Afternoon
(56,912 posts)good to see you. CMW
Call Me Wesley
(38,187 posts)Heeya!
Tuesday Afternoon
(56,912 posts)hell yeah see you in the funny papers, CMW
nomorenomore08
(13,324 posts)Loryn
(944 posts)I love Alex Chilton, but can't post from my phone.
(subtle hint)
LeftOfSelf-Centered
(776 posts)The Wildhearts. One of their early songs even makes explicit reference to them (and lots of other bands).
And now they're touring for the 20th anniversary of their first album, but obviously not in mainland Europe...
OriginalGeek
(12,132 posts)this snip from a DRI concert is in my head. I was at this concert
Call Me Wesley
(38,187 posts)Just a few ...
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)Call Me Wesley
(38,187 posts)Perhaps a bit radical.
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)He agrees: "radical, but good. Her name is a blast from the past".
Call Me Wesley
(38,187 posts)The OP?
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)RiffRandell
(5,909 posts)Callmecrazy
(3,065 posts)Joe Jackson
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Call Me Wesley
(38,187 posts)one of my favorites since the last century.
nomorenomore08
(13,324 posts)nomorenomore08
(13,324 posts)"WTF does she see in him?" is something I ask myself all the time.
Still Blue in PDX
(1,999 posts)I've had this in my head all day.
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Neoma
(10,039 posts)olddots
(10,237 posts)the whole thing is so good it seems like it lasts 4 minutes .
nolabear
(41,960 posts)and Fat Man in the Bathtub! And of course Dixie Chicken. I always listen to Waiting for Columbus so those might not all be on Dixie Chicken.
trueblue2007
(17,217 posts)nomorenomore08
(13,324 posts)HarveyDarkey
(9,077 posts)Aristus
(66,329 posts)I saw the video the other day of the guy quitting his job in a rather spectacular fashion.
LadyHawkAZ
(6,199 posts)Not coincidentally, I have the Closing Time album playing right now.
Earth_First
(14,910 posts)XRubicon
(2,212 posts)cemaphonic
(4,138 posts)I love this song in its many variations, but nobody ever sang it like Cab - his high voice and odd phrasing give it an otherworldy eerie character that really fit the lyrics.
applegrove
(118,642 posts)kwassa
(23,340 posts)I never heard of this guy before hearing him on the radio the other day.
I said, who is this great black soul singer?
this guy can sing
Ahpook
(2,750 posts)With a tapping foot
olddots
(10,237 posts)beck has always killed me but this band is on his level .
nomorenomore08
(13,324 posts)By far one of the best rock/fusion bassists I've heard.
eShirl
(18,490 posts)The best part of *this video* is when the camera pulls back for the chorus and we see Freddie for the first time.
In the year of '39 assembled here the Volunteers
In the days when lands were few
Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn
Sweetest sight ever seen
And the night followed day
And the storytellers day
That the score brave souls inside
For many a lonely day sailed across the milky seas
Ne'er looked back, never feared, never cried
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away?
Don't you hear me calling you?
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew
In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue
The Volunteers came home that day
And they bring good news of a world so newly born
Though their hearts so heavily weigh
For the earth is old and gray, little darling we'll away
But my love this cannot be
For so many years have gone, though I'm older but a year
Your mother's eyes, from your eyes cry to me
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away?
Don't you hear me calling you?
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away?
Don't you hear me calling you?
All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand
For my life still ahead, pity me
cemaphonic
(4,138 posts)(Gen Xer who has liked 60s-70s rock since I was a teenager, but never delved into Queen other than the classic rock radio staples until recently)
Gotta like a band that can write a sci-fi song about relativistic time dilation, and make it both catchy and emotional. It also made me reevaluate "Fat Bottomed Girls." With an Astronomy doctorate, Brian May can actually speak with some authority about what makes the rockin' world go round.
abq e streeter
(7,658 posts)steve2470
(37,457 posts)aint_no_life_nowhere
(21,925 posts)Last edited Sat Apr 13, 2013, 05:29 AM - Edit history (2)
here's a song I like by another French singer in the "realist" Piaf style who preceded her by a few years: the lady known only as Frehel.
Ou Sont Tous Mes Amants? (Where Have All My Lovers Gone?).
Where have all my lovers gone
All those who used to love me so
When I used to be beautiful
Good-bye to the unfaithful
Where they are I dont know
Gone to other rendez-vous
But yet my heart hasnt grown old
Where have all my lovers gone
In the sadness and the returning night
I remain alone, isolated, without comforting
Without constraints, but without love
My heart is heavy as debris
I who had known happiness
Evenings of celebration and admirers
Im a slave to my memories
And it brings me pain
(refrain)
The night ends and when morning comes
The dew cries along with my sorrows
All those I love
Who loved me
In the paleness of day
Are erased
I see fog pass over my eyes
All the puppets I see, it is they
Still struggling, with a supreme effort
I think I still hear them
(refrain)
And when I spent a year in France in the mid 60s, this singer was very popular. Enrico Macias was a "Pieds Noir", a French-speaking Algerian of European, Jewish origin. Here he sings a happy song about how beautiful the girls from Algeria are. Many of his gorgeous songs however are laments about his homesickness of having been forced to leave his native North Africa when DeGaulle gave Algeria to the Moslem Arabic-speaking people and 1.5 million people of European origin who had called Algeria home for generations were repatriated to Europe.
The girls of my country
Ah how pretty the girls of my country are !
Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai
Yes how pretty the girls of my country are !
Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai
In their eyes , the sun of summer evenings shines
In them , the sea plays with the sky & make them dream
As soon as they are 16 years old , the least trouble ,
The least happiness make their hearts beat .
Ah how pretty the girls of my country are !
Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai
Yes how pretty the girls of my country are !
Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai
When a boy woos them , he already knows
That he won't get anything of their love the first time
He has to get engaged , he has to deserve
The hand he already holds in his hand .
Because they are the girls , the girls of my country
Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai
They are the honnour of the family , the girls of my country
Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai
The one who knows how to be loved will be happy
They have nothing to refuse to their lovers
Yes , but for that , they must face Dad
They must face Mom with a ring around your finger .
Ah how pretty the girls of my country are !
Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai
Yes how pretty the girls of my country are !
Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai
Another monster hit in France in the year I spent there as a young man in 1965 was this one by the pop singer known as Nicolletta, Il est mort le soleil. Ray Charles was visiting France at the time this tune came out and he was so impressed with it that he bought the rights to do a cover in English, The Sun Has Died. Tom Jones also did a cover of it.
The Sun Died
It died
The sun died
When you left me
Summer died
Love and the sun
They are the same
It died
The sun died
But I alone am dressed in mourning
And daylight doesnt penetrate where I live
Yesterday, we would sleep on the warm sand
Yesterday for me the weather was mild
It was mild even in winter
That was yesterday
It died,
The sun died
A shadow is on my life
Rain in my heart
And my soul is dressed in gray
Yesterday, the color that I loved the most
Was the color of your eyes
It was the color of the sea
That was yesterday
It died
The sun died
When you left me
Summer died
Love and the sun
They are the same
They are the same
Apophis
(1,407 posts)nomorenomore08
(13,324 posts)Heidi
(58,237 posts)"Aeroplane Over the Sea," by Neutral Milk Hotel
"The Once and Future Carpenter," by The Avett Brothers
"My Wife Thinks You're Dead," by Junior Brown
sigmasix
(794 posts)Clem Snide- "dairy queen"
The Police- "Spirits in the material world"
Negativland- "car bomb"
av8rdave
(10,573 posts)lame54
(35,287 posts)http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/0433b30576/cold-dead-hand-with-jim-carrey?playlist=featured_videos
Video no longer on youtube
But go to the link and watch Jim Carrey's hilariuos ode to Charlton Heston
Cold Dead Hand
Some folks ride like the wind
With the whispering pines to guide them
And the burning light inside them
Keeps them warm in the snow
Others fear the sounds they hear
Make bandito's out of mole-hills
Fill their hearts with porcupine quills
Theyre dead and buried long before they go
Charlton Heston movies are no longer in demand
His immortal soul my lay forever in the sand
The angels wouldnt take him up to heaven like he planned
Cause they couldnt pry that gun from his cold dead hand
It takes a cold dead hand to decide to pull the trigger
It takes a cold dead heart and as near as I can figure
With your cold dead aim youre trying to prove your dick is bigger
But we know your chariot may not be swinging low
Cold dead hand - cold dead hand
Cold dead hand - cold dead hand
Youre a big big man with an little bitty gland
So you need something bigger just to fill
Your cold dead hand
Imagine if the lord were here
And he knew what youve been thinkin
Would his sacred heart be sinkin
Into the canyon of dismay
And on the ones who sell the guns
Hed sick the vultures and coyotes
Only the devils true devotees
Could profiteer from pain and fear
Charlton Heston movies are no longer in demand
His immortal soul my lay forever in the sand
The angels wouldnt take him up to heaven like he planned
Cause they couldnt pry that gun from his cold dead hand
It takes a cold dead hand to decide to pull the trigger
It takes a cold dead heart and as near as I can figure
With your cold dead aim youre trying to prove your junk is bigger
But we know your chariot may not be swinging low
Cold dead hand - cold dead hand
Cold dead hand - cold dead hand
Cold dead hand - cold dead hand
Youre a big big man with an little bitty gland
So you need something bigger with a hair-pin trigger
You dont want to get caught with your trousers down
When the psycho killer comes around
So you make your home like a thunderdome
And youre always packin everywhere you roam
But the psychos win no matter what you do
Cause theyre gonna buy way more guns than you
And while youre stumbling out of bed
They put five rounds in the back of your head
Or you get depressed cause the money runs out
Then you put your own shotgun in your mouth
And your kids walk in and they find you there
Like a headless stump in your underwear
And they move the gun and it kills them too
And your wife just doesnt know what to do
But she takes a hand grenade from her shoe
And she pulls the pin...
And its all on you
And your cold dead hand