02-11-2013, 05:55 AM
hope you can see this one Ashim
although I don't know how much you like classical.
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hope you can see this one Ashim although I don't know how much you like classical.
Not my thing really. I do enjoy some classical but prefer more modern stuff.
"I would walk out of heaven just to be with you" Absolution - Gary numan again. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVmVd-g8MuQ ![[+]](https://www.bring4th.org/forums/images/collapse_collapsed.png)
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Hey Ashim, I was listening to this yesterday and it made me think of you since I know you're a big Gary Numan Fan too
Seems to me to be a good discription of life as a wanderer. I like the line "We could always go home, but everybody says this is the place to be."
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02-26-2013, 03:17 PM
"I reached for the arm
which was less than one micron long but weighed more than Saturn and time stood still." Human League - Black Hit Of Space. About 500 years ahead of its time. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7q-aoKi530
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02-26-2013, 05:44 PM
03-09-2013, 12:27 PM
I really like the second part (the Saul Williams bit) [Gift of Gab] Prevalent melanin elephant bailin And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses Wrecking with savageness, catalyst Battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it Cherish the caliber. (Release) Atticus Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up) Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up) Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell An eruption that ruptures your structure to f*** with you (Release) Up in you and caught you a costumer Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting me Plus infinity's up in me rushing up in your country percussion No woman gets struck in the boundaries Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release) Now come see grunting, I'm hunting for one emcees running I'm stomping my foot through your army They couldn't have stopped me with shotties Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees Thriving to flow, opting to go Five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go Split em' with subliminal intentional digital pro Unlimited flow unriveted, inhibited, visited Now you can't get rid of it like (Release) business Magnificent, intimate, inner wit, in a minute I'm fidna be antonym In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict Pigs lick s***, rip with words and abysmal energy It's time I (destroy the beast, release) [Saul Williams] Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath Grandma asked me what I'm running for I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for What mothers birth their youngens for And some say Jesus coming for For all I know the earth is spinning slow Suns at half mast cause masses ain't aglow On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter versus spirit A metal ladder A wooden cross A plastic bottle of water A mandala encased in glass A spirit encased in flesh Sound from shaped hollows The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion A man that cries in his sleep A truth that has gone out of fashion A mode of expression A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken wick A puddle that reflects the sun A piece of paper with my name on it I'm surrounded I surrender All All that I am I have been All I have been has been a long time coming I am becoming all that I am The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute Unheard, yet felt A gathered wetness A quiet moisture Sound trapped in a bubble Released into wind Wind fellows and land merchants We are history's detergent Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath Articles amending death These words are not tools of communication They are shards of metal Dropped from eight story windows They are waterfalls and gas leaks Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf The tools of a trade Barter's bard, barb of barters Catch phrases and misunderstandings But they are not what I feel when I am alone Surrounded by everything and nothing And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught A verse to be recited A mantra to fill my being in those moments I am blankness, the contained center of an "O" The pyramidic containment of an "A" I stand in the middle of all that I have learned All that I have memorized All that I've known by heart Unable to reach any of it There is no sadness There is no bliss It is a forgotten memory A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas Like dead rats held by their tails So as not to infect this newly oiled skin I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal I can think of nothing less likely to fly There are no wings more weighted I too have felt a heaviness The stare of man guessing at my being Yes I am homeless A homeless man making offerings to the after-future Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles A nation unified in exhale A cloud of smoke A native pipe ceremony All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps Snow covered mountains Lipsticks smeared and shriveled Offerings to an afterworld Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me I have seeded a forest of myself Little books from tall trees It matters not what this paper be made of Give me notebooks made of human flesh Dried on steel hooks and nooses Make uses of use, uses of us It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me I have seeded a forest of myself Little books from tall trees On bended knee Prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter vs. spirit. Through meditation I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation (Release)x3 [Lyrics Born] The heaven-sent benevolent medicine man reverend Peddling deliverance that resemble amphetamines to The residents in the meadow of pestilence Who developed a chemical dependence on pessimism, now Is he is, or is he ain't The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers Yes he is, oh, yes indeed So distinguished, so close some people think he's half [incomprehensible] Ain't no secret, people, trust me It's mostly hustling That moves me upstream But just focus on the unseen Boasting and fussing They both so unproductive Suppose it go in my blood stream Let me pose this question Ask anybody, that's anybody They'll tell you that the antibody to the petty Potty mouth gossiping is Success at something To be the best at something And not to stress the dumb s*** Cause you ain't missing nothing You got to [Gift of Gab] Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate Grow and make weight of your older days Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate fate Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate fate Astrologists, colleges follow this through the metropolis The dominant brown bomber, I'm in it, being prominent Walking it mean, talking it, clean the scene, stalking it Volcanic, got ya'll panicking, false canyon And allways all day Outlandish bandits be slandering what we mastering Cause they can't catch us They all pray for our downfall Maybe one day, sike! You never get no balance if you're crooked so play right, snake I'm mongoosing on you, stormtrooping through your form [Incomprehensible] bar none Oncoming, onslaught, on one Chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk Long running champ and rocking s*** 'till I'm gone You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy Strong thunder, all summer long, keep on coming Dawn, dusk, night, morning I'll bust tight poems Raw, just mic zoning ya'll With the right mode of motivation Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate Grow and make weight of your older days Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate faith Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate faith
03-10-2013, 08:45 AM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSjfkwvOOAM
good old Greensleeves was used in a movie I watched the other day, though I can't recall what it was just right now. some music just speaks across time, and is not subject to fashion or passing tastes. It is *deep*
04-20-2013, 06:44 PM
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The song in this video, as well as the video itself were touching:
http://www.wimp.com/spentbirthday/ I liked the lyrics: "I'm gonna make this place your home."
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04-21-2013, 04:04 PM
Universe has been one of my favorite instrumentals.
Once again I remembered a vague song from childhood. This time however I decided to succumb myself to finding the song. Turns out it was a hybrid combination of the songs "Freedom" and "Pray" in my head which rang. I like em, added "Everybody" which has such a nice feel to it. Enjoy .)
DJ BoBo - Freedom DJ BoBo - Pray DJ BoBo - Everybody
I wore out the stylus of my dads record player with this album.
Faith by The Cure. Awesome atmospheric music - with a touch of depression. The chord sequence is amazing - Dm.-Dm9-Bb-G-Gm9-Eb etc... Repeats thoughout the entire song - mesmerizing... The Drowning Man
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04-29-2013, 09:52 PM
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This goes out to Monica, another hardcore Gabriel fan.... Here's to you, dear, and for all you do to make the world a better place....   Humdrum - from his first solo album, 1977 Mother Of Violence - from his second solo album, 1978 Walk Through The Fire - the original version, from the movie soundtrack, Against All Odds, 1984. This is my all-time favorite song of his - to me, it's truly transcendental....
05-03-2013, 04:54 AM
intro music for Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood. without a doubt, the GREATEST TV SHOW ever made. the last 5 episodes had me in constant tears, with a jaw dropping storyline finale around episode 60. depicts a fine example of what opening the indigo gateway might be like, and seeing 'truth'. character development is outstanding; and you will fall in love with almost everyone in this show; even the 'baddies'. depicts what 3d service orientation is all about; brotherhood, comraderie, enduring difficulties. and like all truth; deeply deeply satisfying. Fills you up with wonder and astonishment at the 'creation'; of which this anime is just a very succint microcosm. f*cking mindblowing. plenum
05-04-2013, 07:28 PM
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Phil Collins Look Through My Eyes, from Disney's Brother Bear.
Too bad I can't stream Fullmetal Alchemist:Brotherhood on Netflix.
05-04-2013, 09:59 PM
(05-04-2013, 06:12 PM)Ashim Wrote: Great song by two inspired and inspiring artists.... The video makes me a bit uncomfortable but hey, it's just a music video...   Gabriel does a cover of this song on his Scratch My Back album, but the original by the Talking Heads is the bomb. Talking Heads - Listening Wind
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05-21-2013, 11:29 PM
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RIP Ray Manzarek, founding member of The Doors. We will miss you, Ray. Thanks for the memories....  Back Door Man Love Street
05-22-2013, 08:57 AM
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05-26-2013, 07:46 AM
I likey this song and the video is just awe-some!
05-26-2013, 01:27 PM
05-27-2013, 05:36 AM
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05-29-2013, 06:58 PM
05-29-2013, 07:29 PM
(05-29-2013, 06:58 PM)plenum Wrote: wake up sleepyheads!! http://www.wimp.com/greatdance/
06-09-2013, 04:36 PM
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Moody Blues / Story In Your Eyes
06-15-2013, 05:32 PM
This is a more personal post because the artists featured are both close childhood friends, who, due to their love of music and sheer determination , have manged to forge out a living out of their passion.
Simon Maragh with his indie band Betty & the Id, from Birmingham UK, and my one and only guitar teacher Pete Brychmore, now lead guitarist in the popular UK punk band Goldblade. Enjoy. Simon's band. Pete (tank's) band. |
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