Union 5-3992

Full song here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UhTgr6JyJk&feature=related .....for now

I found one comparison quite interesting. Compare the title tracks of Vapor Trails and Clockwork Angels. They do feel a bit similar, though still quite different.

Just kidding. It's actually Big Time Rush. f**k you Youtube http://i45.tinypic.com/mucqap.jpg

Never fiddled with the stuff, been straight edge for my 18 year existence. I have absolutely no problem with those who do, I've always been a bit curious about this product. I did have to pass my first opportunity for I had graduation the next day, I didn't want to fudge that up.

Perhaps Dog Years, that way I can say, "It'll only get better"

QUOTE (NYM86 @ Jun 30 2012, 11:05 PM) Kumbaya posts really aren't much better...just saying http://simpsonsscreenshots.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/yourpicture.png That's me there on the left. The right is you making fun of my hit single, "Can I Borrow A Feeling"

Can't we all just get along? I've been reading more and more childish arguments as weeks have gone on. Can't well all agree that Rush is still a great band regardless to what you think about the latest album? I have no issue with you if you dislike it, even though I like it a lot. It is your opinion and I respect it. I say we put aside these petty arguments and embrace in the fact that they are still recording music when they could easily retire. They have enough money, they have enough music (a larger discography than any band that immediately comes to mind). But they keep going, regardless of any opinion other than their own. I highly respect this. I'm sure my comments are going to feed another fight and will be the cause of the thing I'm against. I don't mind the 8 topics about your favorite 3 or 5 songs in a row (Though it is a bit annoying), but to see people get into heated debates over whether or not Geddy may or may not be able to sing a certain song that turns into personal attacks against one another is just sad.

QUOTE (vital signz @ Jun 30 2012, 09:37 PM) QUOTE (nappy2112 @ Jun 30 2012, 08:35 PM) QUOTE (J2112YYZ @ Jun 30 2012, 07:52 PM) QUOTE (xx2112xx @ Jun 30 2012, 05:13 PM) QUOTE (J2112YYZ @ Jun 29 2012, 07:42 AM) Portnoy. But this choice is extemely bias because Dream Theater has been on of my favorite bands for almost 20 years now and Portnoy is one of my favorite drummers ever. I never even heard of the other guy until he was mentioned in that other thread. Then you have been seriously missing out my friend. Go listen to 'anesthetize' right now. Is 'Anesthetize' a Porcupine Tree song/album or someting else? It's a PT song from the Fear of a Blank Planet album. With an Alex Lifeson guitar solo if I am not mistaken! Indeed, one of my favorites by him. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuJnV8vYivQ It hits during the third minute.

Beyond The Lighted Stage

I could slam my head on the keyboard and accidentally write Twilight next.

QUOTE (Babycat @ Jun 30 2012, 01:36 PM) QUOTE (Union 5-3992 @ Jun 30 2012, 06:31 PM) Here it goes asdfiowaefiawefawefI don't know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me, and I don't know who you are, but I love you. I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a women. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won't be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl's Grammar. I wanted to be an actress. I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss. Watson's class. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the picket rabbit foetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn't. In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart. But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free. London. I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I'd go to the Crew-Ins or one of the other clubs. But I was stand-offish and didn't mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that. Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in "The Salt Flats." It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine's Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life. In 1988 there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody. In 1992 they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I'd seduced her. I didn't blame her. God, I loved her. I didn't blame her. But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn't live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth. . . . They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can't feel my tongue anymore. I can't speak. The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I'll die quite soon. It's strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody. I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.qwefjqwcofhmqw Where did you get this from..? It's clever. V For Vendetta

You'll get along just fine here

Here it goes asdfiowaefiawefawefI don't know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me, and I don't know who you are, but I love you. I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a women. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won't be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl's Grammar. I wanted to be an actress. I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss. Watson's class. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the picket rabbit foetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn't. In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart. But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it's all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free. London. I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I'd go to the Crew-Ins or one of the other clubs. But I was stand-offish and didn't mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that. Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in "The Salt Flats." It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine's Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life. In 1988 there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody. In 1992 they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I'd seduced her. I didn't blame her. God, I loved her. I didn't blame her. But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn't live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth. . . . They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can't feel my tongue anymore. I can't speak. The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I'll die quite soon. It's strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody. I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.qwefjqwcofhmqw

I don't care what they play or don't play. I'd be happy if they picked any 3 songs from the album at random.

I can't believe I just read that whole childish argument. "He can't sing it" "Yes he can" "No he can't" "f**k you, he can" "I can sing, he can't" "No you can't, he can. Email Geddy"

http://empireofthesenseless.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/4db77_orig-look_at_all_the_fucks_i_give.jpg

You guys are too damn picky, they'll play whatever they play. It is what it is, and whatever.

Xanadu

"Xanadu" by Rush right now

I've probably heard this album about 20 times now. I'd say I am cooling a little bit. But I am still growing on some songs and liking parts of this album more & more each listen. I have found myself listening to this album less frequently. At first, I listened to it once or twice every day, now I'm down to random songs & the whole thing every orther day or two. For some strange reason, I long to hear the whole thing again, I guess I'm warming back up.

QUOTE (Mr. IsNot @ Jun 28 2012, 11:59 PM) QUOTE (Mr. IsNot @ Jun 28 2012, 08:08 PM) I was thinking about making a thread like this a while back... Unfortunately, I can't remember what my bad concert experience was, exactly I remember it now! The reason it escaped me is because it happened during the line to get into the amphitheater. There were a few drunk douches blasting "LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR" on repeat in the parking lot when I went to see Rush. It was pretty damn annoying, they wouldn't stop singing along or anything like that. No mercy. It's funny to look back though Well that was the parking lot. Anything goes there.

I just watched most of it on Adult Swim this past month. I am in love with this show. "NO! DRINK THE BLEACH" http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln9s7xPzu41qggbxdo1_500.jpg

"Close to the Edge" by Yes "Raider II" by Steven Wilson "Voyage 34 Live" by Porcupine Tree "Russia On Ice" by Porcupine Tree "Anesthetize" by Porcupine Tree "The Thrill is Gone" by Joe Bonamassa

Well last summer I went to see some my favorite bluesmen, Buddy Guy & BB King. I went to take a piss and halfway through I felt the ground shaking and I missed Buddy's intro. Then during the intermission, I waited in line again (I didn't finish fully due to rushing back to see Buddy) and BB came out while I was going the second time. So far that's my absolutely worst concert experience, Though the girl in front of me at Tom Petty had probably the worst experience I've seen. She passed out at the beginning of the show and missed it!

QUOTE (rushgoober @ Jun 28 2012, 08:37 PM) Vapor Trails, or VT, was obviously their tribute to the great state of Vermont. or how Snakes & Arrows pays tribute to the city of San Antonio, one of the many stops Neil has made on his bike across the continent.