• Oh HELL yes

    Apr 4 2012, 3:21

  • More Wisdom from the Master

    Set 21 2006, 16:58

    Who can argue with this?

    I'll be your fantasy, but I won't be your property
    Love you eternally, but I'll never be your property
    Love from me's not guaranteed
    Just because you think I'm property
    I can love you totally and still not be your property

    Every girl and boy wants to grow up to be loved someday
    And you can't wait to give your heart away
    But it's like worship in their eyes walking down the aisle
    When you slip on that ring, they start to treat you like a thing, yeah

    I call it slavery when you call someone your property
    Don't waste your vanity, I will never be your property

    Something wonderful happens when people fall in love
    Your happiness is all they're thinking of
    But it's like "anything you say" 'til the wedding day
    When they get it in ink, they start to tell you what to think, yeah

    Darkest day in history when someone invented property
    Cause of our misery is the constant lust for property

    Since god began it, we've been dividing up the planet
    When you see something you want it
    You've got to put your name tag on it
    And we go on carving, meanwhile half the world is starving
    It's a crime .. hands off what is mine!

    Take all you can 'til you slam on the parking brake
    And you need space to make your own mistakes
    But it's like "I won't hold you back" 'til the bags are packed
    Then they're struttin' about like they own you inside out

    I call it slavery (you can't make me a slave),
    when you call someone your property
    Don't waste your vanity (don't be so vain),
    I will never be your property
    Darkest day in history (why did you have to do a thing like that)
    when someone invented property
    Cause of our misery (misery, misery)
    is the constant lust for property

    Property 1.0
  • All I gotta say in life...

    Set 20 2006, 0:49

    Thanks, TR.

    Let me tell you 'bout the new world order
    Not the kind to make you run for the border
    It's a new religion wrapped in a revolution
    With a proven solution for your mental pollution

    Cars and gold bars and chains and diamond rings
    These are the symbols, we want the real things
    Peace in the soul and a natural insight
    Things that please the mind and make the body feel right

    Don't let no one tell you that god ain't got a sense of humor
    Someone said he's pissed off, but that was just a rumor
    I know he's laughin' when the preacher starts to scream about
    How trippin' is evil, and sex is unclean

    Nature wants your life to go on long and on strong
    To have children and show them where you went wrong
    So if your life style leads you into hell or into prison
    Wake up and listen, this is what you're missing

    Free will, we can't seem to get our fill
    We are beggers, we are choosers drunk on a lack of power
    I believe in understanding, I've got to know where we're landing
    I'm takin' my survey now, hands up if you're with me
    Do you want different choices? Can't hear the quiet voices
    Got to dim all the lights, turn down the volume
    Put on a little more forgiveness, who's gonna be my witness?
    If we must endure this trial, someone is bound to touch us

    Do you want more sex, more comforting
    A little more foreplay and afterglow, let my people go
    Everybody wants peace on the earth, children sheltering
    Calling every man, every woman
    We're gonna take control of our own bodies

    Peace breaks out in the battle of the sexes
    We start to learn what the other one expects is
    We stay away from what the other one rejects is
    And have respect for individual perspectives

    We're gonna break out of this cycle of dependency
    And liberate each other from a hopeless life of drudgery
    And face up to the truth as we dispel all of this secrecy
    And simplify the situation when we learn to speak plainly

    We're gonna take control of the machinery
    Bad little actors that chew up the scenery
    Job number one is gonna be findin' a way
    That we can rave all night and meditate all day

    Mankind's strugglin' hard to see the light
    To hear the voice of the spirit in the night
    To lay down his heavy burden and pick up his soul power
    And build a heaven on earth hour by hour by hour

    Child protection, more careful mate selection
    Everyone wants to be wanted by a natural father and mother
    Lookin' for a sense of wonder, don't let your faith go under
    This is a beautiful world, if we could only give up fighting
    The answer is surrender, every race, every gender
    Beat our swords into plowshares on the anvil of a pure heart
    We gotta have honest answers and the courage to take our chances
    Opportunity's knockin' loud, give me your attention

    No World Order 1.1
  • OK, you get exactly ONE choice.....

    Giu 21 2006, 0:01

    No cheating, no fudging, no hedging. You get to choose one song. Just one. The song, be it rock, punk, hip hop, a classical symphony, or NES midi piece- the one song that you will, without reservation, name as the greatest ever.
    Hard question? Yeah. Impossible? No. Your opinion, and mine, may change next week. Or tomorrow. And when something plays in iTunes that triggers the urge to slap your forehead and go "MAN! I forgot that one!".

    Just answer the question. What is the greatest song ever?

    I'll start, and it may be a slight surprise....


    I submit for your perusal:
    Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
    Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
    You better watch out,
    There may be dogs about
    I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
    Things are not what they seem.

    What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
    Meek and obedient you follow the leader
    Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
    What a surprise!
    A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
    Now things are really what they seem.
    No, this is no bad dream.

    The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
    He makes me down to lie
    Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
    With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
    He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
    He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
    For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
    When cometh the day we lowly ones,
    Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
    Master the art of karate,
    Lo, we shall rise up,
    And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.

    Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
    Wave upon wave of demented avengers
    March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

    Have you heard the news?
    The dogs are dead!
    You better stay home
    And do as you're told.
    Get out of the road if you want to grow old.

    That, David Gilmour's pure genius, and the best bass ever all add up to my pick.

  • Whatever Happened to Individuality and Innovation?

    Mag 20 2006, 16:10

    It's one of the things that strikes me as I listen through my collection, be it mp3s, CDs, or, and rock in particular, has always been innovative. There's always been someone doing something different, pushing the envelope, making us notice them by the tracks they put on a record. Or so the story goes....

    I notice a disturbing lessening of this as time goes on. I hate to be one of 'those people', but it's an unavoidable observation, and it's hard to ignore: With each passing decade, the innovation and uniqueness has disappeared little by little, and it seems we're being left with a cookie cutter formula for musical success, one that few artists are willing (able?) to stray from. It's saddening, really. And maybe wrong. Perhaps my daughter will take a look back 20 years from now and miss the wild variety in music from the 2000-2010 era.

    I just know, when I listen to Animals, A Wizard, A True Star, or Dark Side of the Moon, I really miss the days when musicians and groups were more known for what they did on stage and in the studio than they were for who they just divorced, or for which politician they despise. Maybe it's just nostalgia. Maybe my age skews my vision. But the albums I mentioned (not exclusively, but they're prime examples) have something in them that seems to have been lost over time.

    Am I alone in thinking this way?
  • Some of the best, anywhere, period....

    Mag 10 2006, 4:23

    Listening to Dark Side of the Moon for probably the hundredth time, and it just never gets old. I think there are some things that are just timeless- Casablanca, Citizen Kane, and a few of my favorite records. I already mentioned Dark Side of the Moon, but there are others.
    Right at the top of my list, I'd have to put 3 in particular: Something/Anything and A Wizard, A True Star by Todd Rundgren, and The Queen Is Dead. A bit of an odd set, probably, but that comes from having 4 decades of life behind you. Tastes expand with time, I think. The list is by no means limited to just those- I could go on all day, with things like Bad Music for Bad People, the brilliant Some Great Reward, Some Girls, Led Zeppelin could get tiresome, if it hasn't already.

    Music is a beautiful thing.
  • I never realized

    Mag 4 2006, 1:06

    how lazy I've always been about properly tagging my mp3s. Makes for a lot of working fixing my stupid!
  • 27 and counting.....

    Mag 3 2006, 6:52

    ..until THE NEW CARS show! It's a 6 hour drive, and it'll probably rain...but I don't care. I can't wait.

    "I don't know what that cologne is
    But it's working like a charm
    Makes it easy to imagine
    Walking you on my arm..."

    Let the good times roll again!