^ Lulz - that album was the first hiphop record I bought.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6s0Mp7LFI-k

grosse fugue, animated score

smoke a bowl, and realize what Beethoven was doing


edit: dont give up on it after only 5 minutes

Camu Tao
R.I.P.

Be a Big Girl


King Of Hearts


DEATH

and this one goes out to Slim1988, Tommyt24, MuckFicon and Jeffersonwhogivesafuck

Can't resist.. must repost masterpiece...



1. From A Dusty Bookshelf


2. All That Great Heart Lying Still


The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves

A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids, of Whitman`s and the Ride
Raving harlequins, gigantic toys

A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure-heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old Dead Boy`s song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

A midnight flight into Covington Woods
A princess and a panther by my side
These are Territories I live for
I`d still give my everything to love you more

(repeat br.+ch.)


3. Piano Black

A silent symphony
A hollow opus #1,2,3

Sometimes the sky is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

Resting pipes, verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door

Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing


4. Love

I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street, with a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do, but walk by.

An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic.
It`s half-light and he`s in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.

I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild drooling eyes.
I wish I had my leg to spare.

A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
She`s never loved him more.

An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweet perfume deafens me.
She`s going to dinner alone.
That makes her even more beautiful.

I see a model`s face on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that worships flesh.


The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering man telling his story
It was you, the grass under my bare feet
The campfire in the dead of the night
The heavenly black of sky and sea

It was us
Roaming the rainy roads, combing the gilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no-one`s seen before
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty`s finest robe

Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature
In early air of the dawn of life
A sight to silence the heavens

I want to travel where life travels, following its permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love, Goodness, and Simplicity
( While violated and imprisoned by technology )


The thought of my family`s graves was the only moment I used to experience true love
That love remains infinite, as I`ll never be the man my father is

How can you "just be yourself" when you don`t know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how you feel"
How could anyone know how another feels?

Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, whore, politician, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already

Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule
There`s no fear in a dream

"Is there a village inside this snowflake?"
- a child asked me
"What`s the color of our lullaby?"

I`ve never been so close to truth as then
I touched its silver lining

Death is the winner in any war
Nothing noble in dying for your religion
For your country
For ideology, for faith
For another man, yes

Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty

Careless realism costs souls

Ever seen the Lord smile?
All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground

I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will ever change

I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all I am
Is smoke and mirrors
Still given everything, may I be deserving

And there forever remains that change from G to Em

Just won 'Best Country Duo Performance' @ Grammy's...



Had read of this band before, finally heard them last night. Dug their sound right away, I guess immediately reminding me of a country/folk version of White Stripes.

Bumpworthy? Probably not, but maybe Crowe or tony will post something that is.

Because words are important:

May or may not have posted this b4. Don't really care. you get it as I feel it.

I know, you all hate bryan adams as much as I do but i forgive him this one song that brings me home every single fucking time.

Gretchen Menn - Hot, sick female guitar player.

Awesomely awful