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25th November 2017, 12:55 PM
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 One of my favourite songs. Full of atmosphere and life. Eric Burdon is a legend and his voice is uncomparable. There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on, a drunk Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one The Animals - The House of the Rising Sun  |
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#22
28th November 2017, 08:20 PM
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| Put your hand on your hip Now you let your backbone slip Put out your tongue, put your hand in the air Make a peace sign, you just don't care Now you feel free, you gotta lose control All God's children got a little bit of soul You don't have to think, you don't have to move a muscle To do the brow beating, heavy leather, resurrection shuffle Ashton Gardner & Dyke - The Resurrection Shuffle Demoncrat and nosferatu42 like this. |
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#23
18th December 2017, 08:03 PM
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| Fall out. Fall out with all leaders and gangs. Fall out. Fall out with all leaders and gangs. Fall out! The Police - Fall Out (1979, live) |
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#24
18th January 2018, 05:55 PM
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| Nobody interested in this thread? Well, I guess this means I'll have to keep this thing on the move. True story... It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons The season is calling, your pictures are falling down The steps that I retrace, the sad look on your face The timing and structure did you hear he ****ed her? A day late a buck short I'm writing the report On losing and failing when I move I'm flailing now Blink-182 - Dammit bleakshaun likes this. |
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#25
28th February 2018, 07:26 PM
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#26
23rd July 2018, 10:22 PM
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I forgot about this thread. One that has always resonated with me: Current 93 – The Frolic "I take your hand We walk towards where the roses once grew I lie back in the grass and dream of how it once was The rubbish-strewn streets Ripe-rising smell of gutters and rain The children abandoned Mother recalls child in pool What is that that lies? deadchilddead I have such nightmares and you're all in all of them It's worse than you or I can ever know On the edge of the clouds we crouch We smile and spit The pool of saliva corruscates below our feet It shifts Children with knives begin to rise from it They laugh and blow kisses at the moon We think it's the rain I see a bird move onto the table in my garden Its beak scoops up the seeds The green of the grass and the blue of the sky Are immense and terrifying Everything seems so close So very very close Should a storm come Should a storm break and halo all around us As some savage and blind god Jerking his hands out to us The birds drop all around us I walk into the altar room All the buddhas are smashed there Avalokitesvara's hundred faces lie shattered I have done this I walk to the makeshift redbrick altar a hundred years ago There is a small brass image there I have built this The red and black ants mill around Unknown journeys I take my lighter and torch them I take my lighter and torch them I weep, I weep The ants scatter or writhe I take my lighter and torch them torch them I have done this I am surrounded by butterflies The child's legs lay smashed Please pray for him, she says to me Too late Alas, oh so too late I see the twinkling stars I drop a photograph I bend to pick it up My heart leaps as I see your face Stare up at me from the paper As if still alive on this earth When I return my eyes to the stars They gather They pucker And are blind And are blind So lost are we Oh what have I become I have become that I hate I have become that I shall say no The bird is dead now alas A voice whispers to me And says nothing nothing There is nothing I look to my right and see her face again And again the world disappears And all fall down All fall down All fall down I all fall down All fall down I all fall down We all fall down We all fall down" Demoncrat and bleakshaun like this. |
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