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QUOTE (Jaye @ Apr 30 2009, 07:45 PM) Now come on HC, even you have to admit, this an adorable one of Mike.. Weeeellll............... Nah The first two are amazingly gorgeous though... Ah sweet Tony

Roger Waters Pink Floyd - The Gunner's Dream Floating down through the clouds Memories come rushing up to meet me now. In the space between the heavens and in the corner of some foreign field I had a dream. I had a dream. Good-bye Max. Good-bye Ma. After the service when you're walking slowly to the car And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air You hear the tolling bell And touch the silk in your lapel And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band You take her frail hand And hold on to the dream. A place to stay "Oi! A real one ..." Enough to eat Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street Where you can speak out loud About your doubts and fears And what's more no-one ever disappears You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door. You can relax on both sides of the tracks And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control And everyone has recourse to the law And no-one kills the children anymore. And no one kills the children anymore. Night after night Going round and round my brain His dream is driving me insane. In the corner of some foreign field The gunner sleeps tonight. What's done is done. We cannot just write off his final scene. Take heed of his dream. Take heed.

Ah sweet.. I had a dream last night in which Geddy called me on the phone. Just as was going to turn my attention away rom Rush and back to Roger Waters. Geddy doesn't want to let me go, it seems)))

QUOTE (English Muffin @ Apr 21 2009, 06:15 PM) Go Fishing - Roger Waters As cars go by I cast my mind's eye Over back packs on roof racks Beyond the horizon Where dream makers Working white plastic processors Invite the unwary To reach for the pie in the sky Go fishing my boy! We set out in the spring With a trunk full of books about everything About solar devices And how nice natural childbirth is We cut down some trees And we trailed our ideals Through the forest glade We dammed up the stream And the kids cooled their heels In the fishing pool we'd made We held hands and we exchanged bands And we practically lived off the land You adopted a fox cub Whose mother was somebody's coat You fed him by hand And then snuggled snuggled him down By the grandfather bed while I wrote And we grew our own maize And I only occasionally went into town To stock up on antibiotics And shells for the shotgun that I kept around I told the kids stories while you worked your loom And the sun went down sooner each day And gets two presents." [Child:] "Daddy...come on dad." [Jade:] "Eeyore the old grey donkey stood by the side Of the stream and he looked at himself in the water 'Pathetic' he said, 'That's what it is' 'Good morning Eeyore' said Pooh 'Oh' said Pooh, He thought for a long time The leaves all fell down Our crops all turned brown It was over As the first snowflakes fell I realized all was not well in the camp The kids caught bronchitis The space heater ran out of diesel One weekend a friend from the East Rot his soul Stole your heart I said, f**k it then Take the kids back to town Maybe I'll see you around I said, go then She said, OK And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams To the wind and the rain Taking only our stash Left our litter and trash And set out on the road again On the road again On the road again [Child:] "Bye Bye Daddy, Bye Daddy You can bring Pearl she's a darn nice girl But don't bring Liza." Roger Waters - Every Stranger's Eyes [Waitress:] "Hello, you wanna cup of coffee?" [Customers:] "Heh, Turn that f*cking juke box down You want to turn down that juke box....loud in here" [Waitress:] "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee? Ok, you take cream and sugar? Sure." In truck stops and hamburger joints In Cadillac limousines In the company of has-beens And bent-backs And sleeping forms on pavement steps In libraries and railway stations In books and banks In the pages of history In suicidal cavalry attacks I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes And in wheelchairs by monuments Under tube trains and commuter accidents In council care and county courts At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts In drawing rooms and city morgues In award winning photographs Of life rafts on the China seas In transit camps, under arc lamps On unloading ramps In faces blurred by rubber stamps I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes And now, from where I stand Upon this hill I plundered from the pool I look around I search the skies I shade my eyes So nearly blind And I see signs of half remembered days I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways I recognise... The hope you kindle in your eyes It's oh so easy now As we lie here in the dark Nothing interferes, it's obvious How to beat the tears That threaten to snuff out The spark of our love

QUOTE (English Muffin @ Apr 20 2009, 06:20 PM) The Gunner's Dream - Pink Floyd Floating down through the clouds Memories come rushing up to meet me now. In the space between the heavens and in the corner of some foreign field I had a dream. I had a dream. Good-bye Max. Good-bye Ma. After the service when you're walking slowly to the car And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air You hear the tolling bell And touch the silk in your lapel And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band You take her frail hand And hold on to the dream. A place to stay "Oi! A real one ..." Enough to eat Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street Where you can speak out loud About your doubts and fears And what's more no-one ever disappears You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door. You can relax on both sides of the tracks And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control And everyone has recourse to the law And no-one kills the children anymore. And no one kills the children anymore. Night after night Going round and round my brain His dream is driving me insane. In the corner of some foreign field The gunner sleeps tonight. What's done is done. We cannot just write off his final scene. Take heed of his dream. Take heed. Absolutely. Genius.

QUOTE (GeddyRulz @ Apr 17 2009, 02:32 PM) QUOTE (treeduck @ Apr 17 2009, 01:57 AM) QUOTE (GeddyRulz @ Apr 17 2009, 01:31 AM) Jesus Christ Superstar I was gonna mention this one but... ...here's how the original "Jesus" sounded, before the film... Aw, Ted Neely wasn't all that bad; not as bad as everyone says, anyway. True, Carl Anderson (Judas) blew him away in the singing department, but I liked when Neely-as-Jesus would completely lose his shit and start screaming his vocals. "GET OUTTTT! They're waiting..." Oh how I love that bit! It's much more dramatic than the original version. But I have to admit, I never listen to Neeley's Gethsemane anymore. On several occasions, I admit, I pressed mute and put Gillan's version on. It kinda worked

QUOTE (GeddyRulz @ Apr 17 2009, 02:13 PM) QUOTE (Mara @ Apr 17 2009, 07:31 AM) Am I right in thinking that perhaps she knew all along, and was kind of looking forward to "taking the piss" out of the audience and the judges? I mean, she had to know even before this that her voice is something otherworldly. Maybe not. Some people are so humble, or have such low self-esteem, they seem unaware of just how talented they are. Perhaps the best vocalist on AI was like that: Melinda Doolittle. Shy, quiet, and unaware of her immense abilities, even though she had a prior career as a professional backup singer. She looked like she wanted to run away and hide, and had to be pumped-up by the judges constantly. She finished in third place on Season 6, but Simon Cowell later said she should've won. Agree 100% about Melinda. Whenever I watch those kinda shows it's for the drama, not the music. But that time I was really upset Melinda didn't win. If anyone really ever deserved it, it was her.

QI Everything about QI is fabulous. Including the music theme

I used to have a big crush on him. I'm kinda over it now though. Still, he used to be a bit of eye candy: Mr. Gillan http://classicrockfestival.web-log.nl/photos/uncategorized/2009/01/07/ian_gillan.jpg http://www.deep-purple.net/archive/a-z/purley/Gillan-Purley.jpg

Queen - My Melancholy Blues Another party's over and I'm left cold sober My baby left me for somebody new I don't wanna talk about it want to forget about it Wanna be intoxicated with that special brew So come and get me Let me Get in that sinking feeling that says my heart is On an all time low - so Don't expect me to behave perfectly And wear that sunny smile, my guess is I'm in For a cloudy and overcast Don't try and stop me Cos I'm heading for that stormy weather soon I'm causing a mild sensation with this new occupation I'm permanently glued to this extraordinary mood - one of the greatest lines ever written So now move over Let me take over With my Melancholy blues I'm causing a mild sensation with this new occupation I'm in the news Im just getting used to my new exposure So come into my enclosure And meet my Melancholy blues

Queen - Drowse It's the sad-eyed goodbye Yesterday's moments I remember It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall It's the mistier mists the hazier days The brighter sun and the easier lays There's all the more reason for laughing and crying When you're younger and life isn't to hard at all It's the fantastic drowse Of the afternoon Sundays That bored you to rages of tears The unending pleadings To waste all your good times In thoughts of your middle-aged years It's the vertical hold all the things that you're told For the everyday hero it all turns to zero And there's all the more reason For living or dying when you're young And your troubles are all very small Out here on the street we'd gather and meet And scuff up the sidewalk With endlessly restless feet Half on the time we'd broaden our minds More in the pool hall Than we did in the school hall With the down town chewing gum bums Watching the night life the lights and the fun Never wanted to be the boy next door Always thought I'd be something more But it ain't easy for a small town boy It ain't easy at all Thinkin' it right and doin' it wrong It's easier from an arm chair Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess I think I'll be Clint Eastwood Jimi Hendrix he was good Let's try William the conqueror Now who else do I like?

Rush - Dreamline He's got a road map of Jupiter A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a liquid-crystal compass A picture book of the rivers Under the Sahara They travel in the time of the prophets On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run He's got a star map of Hollywood A list of cheap motels All along the freeway She's got a sister out in Vegas The promise of a decent job Far away from her hometown They travel on the road to redemption A highway out of yesterday -- that tomorrow will bring Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring We're only at home when we're on the wing On the wing When we are young Wandering the face of the Earth Wondering what our dreams might be worth Learning that we're only immortal For a limited time Time is a gypsy caravan Steals away in the night To leave you stranded in Dreamland Distance is a long-range filter Memory a flickering light Left behind in the heartland We travel in the dark of the new moon A starry highway traced on the map of the sky Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry We're only at home when we're on the fly On the fly When we are young Wandering the face of the Earth Wondering what our dreams might be worth Learning that we're only immortal For a limited time We travel on the road to adventure On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run...

Rush - Animate Polarize me Sensitize me Criticize me Civilize me Compensate me Animate me Complicate me Elevate me Goddess in my garden Sister in my soul Angel in my armor Actress in my role Daughter of a demon lover Empress of the hidden face Priestess of the pagan mother Ancient queen of inner space Spirit in my psyche Double in my role Alter in my image Struggle for control Mistress of the dark unconscious Mermaid of the lunar sea Daughter of the great enchantress Sister to the boy inside of me My counterpart, my foolish heart A man must learn to rule his tender part A warming trend, a gentle friend A man must build a fortress to defend A secret face, a touch of grace A man must learn to give a little space A peaceful state, a submissive trait A man must learn to gently dominate Polarize me Sensitize me Criticize me Civilize me Compensate me Animate me Complicate me Elevate me

Jethro Tull - Heavy Horses Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust On octobers day, towards evening Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep chest, seasoning Last of the line at an honest days toil Turning the deep sod under Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone Flies at the nostrils plunder. The suffolk, the clydesdale, the percheron vie With the shire on his feathers floating Hauling soft timber into the dusk To bed on a warm straw coating. Heavy horses, move the land under me Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free Now youre down to the few And theres no work to do The tractors on its way. Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed To keep the old line going. And well stand you abreast at the back of the woods Behind the young trees growing To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth, Youre eighteen hands at the shoulder And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry And the nights are seen to draw colder Theyll beg for your strength, your gentle power Your noble grace and your bearing And youll strain once again to the sound of the gulls In the wake of the deep plough, sharing. Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill Up into the cold wind facing In stiff battle harness, chained to the world Against the low sun racing Bring me a wheel of oaken wood A rein of polished leather A heavy horse and a tumbling sky Brewing heavy weather. Bring a song for the evening Clean brass to flash the dawn Across these acres glistening Like dew on a carpet lawn In these dark towns folk lie sleeping As the heavy horses thunder by To wake the dying city With the living horsemans cry At once the old hands quicken Bring pick and wisp and curry comb Thrill to the sound of all The heavy horses coming home. Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust On octobers day, towards evening Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep chest, seasoning Bring me a wheel of oaken wood A rein of polished leather A heavy horse and a tumbling sky Brewing heavy weather. Heavy horses, move the land under me Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free Now youre down to the few And theres no work to do The tractors on its way.

Roger Waters - Perfect Sense Part I & II [HAL]: Stop Dave Will you stop Dave? Stop Dave I'm afraid I'm afraid Dave, my mind is going I can feel it I can feel it My mind is going There is no question about it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I'm afraid The monkey sat on a pile of stone And he stared at the broken bone in his hand Strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land The monkey looked up at the stars And he thought to himself Memory is a stranger History is for fools And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing Turned his back on the garden and set out for the nearest town Hold on hold on soldier When you add it all up The tears and the marrowbone There's an ounce of gold And an ounce of pain in each measure And the Germans kill the Jews And the Jews kill the Arabs And the Arabs kill the hostages And that is the news And is it any wonder that the monkey's confused He said Mama Mama, the President's a fool Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals And the joint chiefs of staff And the brokers on Wall Street said Don't make us laugh, you're a smart kid Time is linear Memory's a stranger History is for fools Man is a tool in the hands Of the great God Almighty And they gave him command of a nuclear submarine Sent him back in search of the Garden of Eden ----------------------------- Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Little black soul departs in perfect focus Hold on soldier Prime time fodder for the News at Nine Hold on, hold on soldier Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight [Marv Albert:] "Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert And welcome to our telecast Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium It's a beautiful day And today we expect a sensational matchup But first our global anthem" Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense [Marv:] "And here come the players As I speak to you now, the captain Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig He's at periscope depth It looks to me like he's going to attack By the way did you know that a submarine Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year" [Edward:]"That's LESS tax Marv" [Marv:]"Yeah, LESS tax Thank you Edward" [Edward:]"You're welcome" [Marv:]"Now back to the game...he fires one...yes There goes two; both fish are running The rig is going into a prevent defense Will they make it? I don't think so" Look out! Look at that baby burn! Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Can't you see It all makes perfect sense

QUOTE (Sir Lerxst @ Apr 14 2009, 09:21 PM) Since there was recent discussion of the "boat picture" and "legs", thought I'd repost this screenie. http://i406.photobucket.com/albums/pp141/Sir_Lerxst/vlcsnap.jpg Ah the mighty calves of Neil! Delicious!

I think it's much more dificult, and sort of impressive to didturb by music itself rather than by lyrics (which is easy enough just write something gross). On several occasions I have been freaked out by the actual music - the intro of In The Flesh from The Wall. I remember putting it on for the first time on a remastered cd (v g quality - I guess it increases the impact) in a dark room. I had to turn it off after the first two chords. I was scared. Well I was 15 at the time. Another song that gives me the creeps because of music and not lyrics is Walking on the Air from the Snowman cartoon (I don't know if it's known in the US - it's British). So creepy. Makes me think the composer's selling his soul to Satan when I hear it. Nobody has ever shared my emotions on this though so far...

He's amazing

QUOTE (goose @ Apr 11 2009, 05:14 AM) I always liked Jesus Christ Superstar. Haven't seen it in ages, but way back in the day it made quite an impression on me. Aw I'm so glad someone mentioned it! I love it. Very well made and I absolutely love the rock-opera itself, althought it's about the only Lloyd Webber thing I can be bothered with. I wasn't too keen on Jesus's singing, but it's always hard to try fill Gillan's shoes. To think, I saw the film first and then heard the original version actually, and I have to say in retrospect everything in the film apart from Jesus's vocals seems an improvement to me...

I dunno.. I can't get over hearing Hugh Laurie speak in American accent. It's part of a great acting skill, of course, but.. ah.. my fav Hugh Laurie is in A Bit if Fry and Laurie... Maybe one day...

QUOTE (Jaye @ Apr 3 2009, 08:19 PM) All you Tony Banks lovers are really gonna love me now... This is sweet! Mmmm chest hair

The big wineglass one and the fluffy Ewan one are now officially my fav Geddy pics!

Ah yes - from the Neil forum update. Nice.

Arghh! Can't see the nipples. Is this another April fool prank?