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Pretty topical at the moment:

Pull up my pants
Now the camera crew has gone
In your statement to the police
Tell them how you turned me on

But you were such an ugly child
You were such and awkward child
You were such a stupid child
We should have cottoned on

Alan is cowboy killer

Take up tai chi
Now your favourite pet has died
We had crazy ****ing times
'Till her visa card expired

But you were such an ugly child
You were such and awkward child
You were such a stupid child
We should have cottoned on

Alan is cowboy killer

Wipe up his mess
Pay your fluffers by the yard
How you're paying for your peace
How you're paying for your peace

But you were such an ugly child
You were such and awkward child
You were such a stupid child
We should have cottoned on

That Alan is cowboy killer

Alan is a cowboy killer
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apoliges in advance if the F word unnaceptable , goes with the song .
paul kelly.

We argued on the channel train to Paris
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again
But by the time that we got down to Lyon
Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain
We split up for a while in Barcelona
We met up six days later in Madrid
I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better for us
And for a little while it almost did
Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen
And i'm trying hard to forget your name
And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza
And every ****ing city feels the same

You said to call you when I got to London
A French girl told me that you'd left a note
I said to her "I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny
So we ended up drinking in Soho
Foolishly I followed you to Dublin
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar
And all the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters
And once I thought I saw you from afar
Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki
And they're playing La Vida Loca once again
And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap but I'm a chance here
And every ****ing city sounds the same

At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam
An E-mail from you said you'd gone to Rome
For a minute I thought maybe but my funds were running low
And anyway it sounded like you weren't alone
So I headed north until I got to Hamburg
A chilly city suits a troubled soul
And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much
To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal
Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm
And the waiter here wants me to know his name
And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages
But every ****ing city looks the same
Arriverderci, au revoir, aufwiedersen, hasta la vista baby
Yeah, every ****ing city's just the same
 
Every City...I think anyone who has donned a backpack for any length of time can relate to that song.
 
When you were running as a child, did they come around and watch your style?
Did you have plans to be a star?
Did you have plans to become more than you are?
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Gotta love some Aussie rock
 
I've been listening to some old Ed Kuepper CDs of late and remembered this little gem amongst albums of many.

I'm With You
" Well she wanted to be an artist and now she'd reached just about breaking point
She had coffee spinning round in the cup like a jazz singer playing soft"
 
Favourite Lyrics highlighted

Song - Frontier Index by the Silver Jews.


Of all the people I knew
I always looked up to you
and after millions of years of crime
the sun still shines and shines

Look a horse (named Divorce) gallops thru the desert light
I make such good time through sub-space
when I dream all day and ride all night

A robot walks into a bar
orders a drink
lays down a bill
The bartender says, hey we don't serve robots
and the robot says, oh but someday you will

Prisons a good time for some
many people get caught with a gun
This trucker says it's good to be free
says he knows lots of folks who agree

Bumperstickers talk to him
say "let the stars get in your eyes"
Time, cum, sand, and surf
these are the building blocks of life

Boy wants a car from his Dad
Dad says, first you gotta cut that hair
Boy says, hey Dad Jesus had long hair
and Dad says
that's right son but Jesus walked everywhere

When I was younger I was a cobra
in every case I wanted to be cool
Now that I'm older and sub-space is colder
I just want to say something true
 
MaleJunk said:
Favourite Lyrics highlighted

Song - Frontier Index by the Silver Jews.


Of all the people I knew
I always looked up to you
and after millions of years of crime
the sun still shines and shines
etc
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different m8 lol ... (gr8 lyrics)
The Frontier Index
 
2020hindsight said:
wow, fantastic, natashia, - how good is youtube ? :)
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Hey Hey Hindy How are you..good tubes huh....yeah she's got a one of a kind voice this lady.....;)
To be honesy I cannot bear to look at the martini glasses atm..hiccuppppssss
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umm have you ever tried to make an apple martini? lol YUMMMYYYYYY ;)
no olives ta!! :eek: BIG Pass
 
My Irish mate keeps saying that the market keeps going up and down "like a fiddler's elbow" :) - pretty accurate description.

Then again - as Tevye would say, life is apparently like trying to keep balance on the roof whilst playing said fiddle ...

PS I suggest that you'll get the ghist of the Japanese version after a minute or so..

Japanese Fiddler on the Roof (tradition)

Fiddler on the roof - Tradition ( with subtitles )

Without tradition, our lives would be as shakey as a fiddler on a roof.
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http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=fiddler+on+the+roof&search_type=&aq=0&oq=fiddler+

Fiddler on the Roof was originally entitled Tevye. It is based on Tevye and his Daughters (or Tevye the Milkman) and other tales by Sholem Aleichem which he wrote in Yiddish and published in 1894.[1] The story centers on Tevye, the father of five daughters, and his attempts to maintain his family and religious traditions while outside influences encroach upon their lives. He must cope with both the strong-willed actions of his three older daughters—each daughter's choice of husband moves progressively further away from established customs—and with the edict of the Tsar that evicts the Jews from their village.

The musical's title stems from a painting by Marc Chagall,[2] one of many surreal paintings he created of Eastern European Jewish life, often including a fiddler. The Fiddler is a metaphor for survival, through tradition and joyfulness, in a life of uncertainty and imbalance.

The original Broadway production of the show, which opened in 1964, was the first musical to surpass the 3,000 performance mark, and it held the record for longest-running Broadway musical for almost 10 years until Grease surpassed its run. The production earned $1,574 for every dollar invested in it.[3]
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157,400% on your investment - now that's a good Yiddish tradition as well ;)

Based on the painting by Chagall...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marc_Chagall

Finally a painting by Gerard von Honthorst - "Fiddler inviting people to come to the party" ;)
 

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nioka on thought for the day thread said:
Heard on Denton tonight sung by Mary Schnieders daughter. "Be yourself, everyone else is taken". Not new but definitely worth repeating.
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nioka - that song by Melinda Schneider is here (embedded youtubes):- , bludy fantastic eh?
(PS apparently the title was originally an Oscar Wilde quote :2twocents)
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BE YOURSELF

Do those blue jeans make you look fat?
Your hair and make-up are not all that?
Are your teeth as white as can be?
Isn't there someone you'd rather be?

Be yourself everybody else is taken
And no one else can do the things you do
Let your heart write the music that you're making
You be you everybody else is taken

Expensive hobbies diamonds and gold
Brand new bodies that never grow old
Bigger houses bigger cars
They are the Joneses you're who you are

Be yourself everybody else is taken
And no one else can do the things you do
Let your heart write the music that you're making
You be you everybody else is taken

You want to fly like the birds
Take your life story and change the words
For something greener on the other side
But hey there's something you haven't tried

Be yourself everybody else is taken
And no one else can do the things you do
Let your heart write the music that you're making
You be you everybody else is taken
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One of my favourite shops ..

only melody :-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DJ-5uYYjZA

The Stone Outside Dan Murphy's Door

There's a sweet garden spot in our memory
It's the place we were born in and reared
It's long years ago since we left it
But return there we will if we're spared
Our friends and companions of childhood
Would assemble each night near a score
Round Dan Murphy's shop, and how often we sat
On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door

Cho: Those days in our hearts we will cherish
Contented although we were poor
And the songs that were sung
In the days we were young
On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door

When our day's work was over we'd meet there
In the winter or spring just the same
Then the boys and the girls all together
Would join in some innocent game
Dan Murphy would take down his fiddle
While his daughter looked after the store
The music did ring and sweet songs we would sing
On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door

Back again will our thoughts often wander
To the scenes of our childhood's home
The friends and companions we left there
It was poverty caused us to roam
Since then in this life we have prospered
But still in our hearts we feel sore
For memory will fly to those days long gone by
And the stone outside Dan Murphy's door
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Bob Dylan, you either love him just recognise him, but he certainly has it.

Love Minus Zero

My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire
People carry roses
And make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no succes at all.

The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of match sticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows rainy
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3HeA3Tfdz0

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