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Post by felonious on Dec 30, 2017 16:25:47 GMT
6 Music
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Post by GeneralFaye on Jan 3, 2018 8:45:09 GMT
Stoke City..
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jan 3, 2018 23:59:48 GMT
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Post by felonious on Jan 5, 2018 20:18:22 GMT
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Post by felonious on Jan 5, 2018 20:34:14 GMT
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jan 6, 2018 13:26:02 GMT
Usually a proponent of 'less is more' musically, but the absolute excess and complexity of this makes me grin. The third or fourth lead guitarist, in the chair cracks me up. 1984! it's like they've been locked in a powder riff from mid seventies California. Cowbell
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Post by felonious on Jan 6, 2018 18:28:13 GMT
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jan 6, 2018 19:01:33 GMT
It's not all gloom when Serling's on the tranny. Going to a go go.
Soul-on-Trent.
Ktf.
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Post by felonious on Jan 6, 2018 19:20:41 GMT
It's not all gloom when Serling's on the tranny. Going to a go go. Ktf. You forgot this to kick off
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Post by bigjohnritchie on Jan 6, 2018 19:35:51 GMT
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Post by bigjohnritchie on Jan 6, 2018 19:40:05 GMT
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Post by felonious on Jan 6, 2018 20:54:13 GMT
I bet Oldstoke would like this if he was still posting
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jan 8, 2018 0:31:07 GMT
Bauhaus. More than just a chair.
Mask.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jan 8, 2018 0:38:18 GMT
The Birthday Party. Play.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jan 8, 2018 0:43:38 GMT
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Post by GeneralFaye on Jan 8, 2018 8:35:19 GMT
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Post by maninasuitcase on Jan 8, 2018 20:54:09 GMT
From the amazing album 'Sulk'
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jan 9, 2018 22:19:12 GMT
Frippertronics.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jan 10, 2018 0:25:22 GMT
Wrong circles. Queueing for a free MacD toy. Funny.
Beeen missing out on this. Step up Oatcake music scouts.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jan 10, 2018 1:45:22 GMT
Philip Larkin for now.
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Post by misterken on Jan 10, 2018 4:45:03 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 23:38:51 GMT
Up on the white veranda She wears a necktie and a Panama hat Her passport shows another face From another time and place She looks nothing like that And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild wind She walks across the marble floor Where a voice from the gambling room is calling her to come on in She smiles, walks the other way As the last ship sails and the moon fades away From Black Diamond Bay.
As the morning light breaks open the Greek comes down And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write "Pardon monsieur" the desk clerk says Carefully removes his fez "Am I hearing you right ?" And as the yellow fog is lifting The Greek is quickly heading for the second floor She passes him on the spiral staircase Thinking he's the Sovjet Ambassador She starts to speak, but he walks away As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches away On Black Diamond Bay.
A soldier sits beneath the fan Doing business with a tiny man who sells him a ring Lightning strikes, the light blow out The desk clerk wakes and begins to shout "Can you see anything ?" Then the Greek appears on the second floor In his bare feet with a rope around his neck While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle Says "Open up another deck" But the dealer say "Attendez-vous, s'il vous pl it" As the rain beats down and the cranes fly away From Black Diamond Bay.
The desk clerk heard the woman laugh As he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough He tried to grab the woman's hand Said, "Here's a ring it cost a grand" She said, "That ain't enough" Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb She passed the door that the Greek had locked Where a handwritten sign read, "Do not disturb" She knocked on it anyway As the sun went down and the music did play On Black Diamond Bay.
"I've got to talk to someone quick !" But the Greek said, "Go away" and he kicked the chair to the floor He hung there from the chandelier She cried, "Help there's danger near Please open op the door" Then the volcano erupted And the lava flowed down from the mountain high above The soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner Thinking of forbidden love But the desk clerk said "It happens every day" As the stars fell down and the fields burned away On Black Diamond Bay.
As the island slowly sank The loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room The dealer said "It's too late now You can take you money, but I don't know how You'll spend it in the tomb" The tiny man bit the soldier's ear As the floor caved in and the boiler in the basemen blew While she's out on the balcony where a stranger tell her "My darling je vous aime beacoup" She sheds a tear and then begins to pray As the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away From Black Diamond Bay.
I was siting home alone one night in LA Watching old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news It seems there was an earthquake that Left nothing but a Panama hat And a pair of old Greek shoes Didn't seem like much was happening So I turned it off and went to grab another beer Seems like every time you turn around There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear And there's really nothing anyone can say And I never did plan to go anyway To Black Diamond Bay.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 23:41:35 GMT
What on Earth are you doing, God? Is this some sort of joke you're playing? Is it 'cause we didn't pray? Well I can't see the point of the word without the action Are you just hot air, breathing over us and over all? Is it fun watching us all? Where's your son? We want him again!
And next time you send your boy down here Give him a wife and a sexy daughter Someone we can understand Who's got some ideas we can use, really relate to We've all read your rules, tried them Learnt them in school, then tried them They're impossible rules And you've made us look fools Well done, God, but now please...
Don't hunt me down, for Heaven's sake! You know that I'm only joking, aren't I? Pardon me, I'm very drunk! But I know what I'm trying to say And it's nearly night time And we're still alone Waiting for something unknown, still waiting So throw down a stone, or something Give us a sign, for Christ's sake!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 23:44:52 GMT
David's on piano and I may play on a drum And we'll try to make the music work, we'll try to have some fun But I just can't help thinking that if you were here with me I'd get all my thoughts in focus and play more excitingly
I love you still, Caroline I want you still, Caroline I need you still, Caroline
If you call this sentimental crap you'll make me mad 'Cause you know that I would not sing About some passing fad And if my attempts at rhyming aren't convincing to your ear Then memories betray you through the passing of the year
I love you still, Caroline I want you still, Caroline I need you still, Caroline
You must think it doubtful that I mean the words I sing Or that all attempts to reach you this way Could not mean a thing But you must admit we both thought we'd be man and wife And that I could make you happy For the best part of your life
I love you still, Caroline I love you still, Caroline I love you still, Caroline I love you still, Caroline
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Post by Boothen on Jan 10, 2018 23:49:14 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 23:52:46 GMT
The big bookcase it hides the window It means I cannot see out No ragged heads, no ragged minds are
Going to mess me, mess me about Going to keep it right, don't mention the night Down by the lakeside, I'm sitting with pamphlets strewn all over me White squares of paper full of ideas I throw them all in into the sea They sail away, sail away Because the world is full of fools Ah, the world is full of fools Yes, the world is full of fools But it doesn't make them bad people It's a sunny day, sun like a bauble rolling over the sky Telephone conversation, someone tells me the weather is Mighty fine, the sun's divine Come on outside, enjoy yourself But I can't, I don't know why Maybe you can change that for me I know I'm deep I seem to be asleep Hold me now, squeeze me now You can do it somehow It's not too late Tell me, tell me, tell me The world is full of fools Yes, the world is full of fools Oh, the world is full of fools But it doesn't make me a bad person
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 23:58:23 GMT
Girl of my dream, Marlene You know who I mean, Marlene You're just a dream oh Marlene Why don't you let me come in, let me come in
Verse You sit there every night, Marlene You are just right, Marlene When I turn on my light, oh Marlene Why don't you let me come in, let me come in
Verse Paper is torn, Marlene Paper on the wall, Marlene And I'm just a boy, oh Marlene Why don't you let me come in, let me come in
I say hey, hey pretty girl I say hey, hey pretty girl I say hey, hey pretty girl Hey pretty girl, hey pretty girl
Verse Turn off my light, oh Marlene You are just a fright, Marlene Come here tonight, Marlene Why don't you let me come in, let me come in
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2018 0:09:25 GMT
We had an apartment in the city Me and Loretta liked living there Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown A life of their own left us alone John and Linda live in Omaha And Joe is somewhere on the road We lost Davy in the Korean war And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore
Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day Old people just grow lonesome Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more She sits and stares through the back door screen And all the news just repeats itself Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen Someday I'll go and call up Rudy We worked together at the factory But what could I say if asks "What's new?" "Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do."
So if you're walking down the street sometime And spot some hollow ancient eyes Please don't just pass 'em by and stare As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2018 0:18:45 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2018 0:23:41 GMT
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