What are you listening to: Part 2

[DoggyDaddy]

 

[DoggyDaddy]

Listening to this now... Listened to "Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers" earlier.

 

[Cameramonkey]

You may not like Christian music. But this song isnt your typical. Gets me going every time. Gotta watch my right foot if I'm driving.

 

[DoggyDaddy]

Been seeing commercials for a VanGogh display at Newfields and it made me think of this.

 

[foszoe]

 

[DoggyDaddy]

Man, how freakin' awesome would it be to be in some smoky little bar, watching Muddy Waters and have the Rolling Stones walk in and take the stage??

 

[Cameramonkey]

Man, how freakin' awesome would it be to be in some smoky little bar, watching Muddy Waters and have the Rolling Stones walk in and take the stage??

And the look on Mick's face. He KNOWS he is in the presence of royalty, not the big man in the room, and is enjoying that feeling he gives others for a change.

 

[DoggyDaddy]

And the look on Mick's face. He KNOWS he is in the presence of royalty, not the big man in the room, and is enjoying that feeling he gives others for a change.

He's revered among all the royalty of rock too.

 

[foszoe]

His song gave them the band's name

 

[littletommy]

Been seeing commercials for a VanGogh display at Newfields and it made me think of this.

The older I get, the more amazing that song gets. I never knew it was about VanGogh until maybe 20 years ago. The day I figured that out, my mind was blown!

 

[BigRed]

You want to grow up to paint houses like me
A trailer in my yard till you're twenty three
You want to be old after forty two years
Keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears
Well, I used to go out in a Mustang, a 302 Mach One in green
Me and your Mama made you in the back and I sold it to buy her a ring
And I learned not to say much of nothing so I figured you already know
But in case you don't or maybe forgot, I'll lay it out real nice and slow
Don't call what you're wearing an outfit, don't ever say your car is broke
Don't worry about losing your accent, a southern man tells better jokes
Have fun, stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister's birthday
Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus, don't give it away
Five years in a St. Florian foundry, they call it Industrial Park
Then hospital maintenance and tech school just to memorize Frigidaire parts
But I got to missing your Mama and I got to missing you too
And I went back to painting for my old man and I guess that's what I'll always do
So don't let 'em take who you are boy, and don't try to be who you ain't
And don't let me catch you in Kendale with a bucket of wealthy man's paint
Don't call what you're wearing an outfit, don't ever say your car is broke
Don't sing with a fake British accent, don't act like your family's a joke
Have fun, but stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister's birthday
Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus, don't give it away
Don't give it away

 

[BigRed]

It's Decoration Day
And I've a mind to roll a stone on his grave
But what would he say
"Keeping me down, boy, won't keep you away"

It's Decoration Day
And I knew the Hill Boys would put him away
But my Daddy wasn't afraid
He said "We'd fight till the last Lawson's last living day"

I never knew how it all got started
A problem with Holland before we were born
And I don't know the name of that boy we tied down
And beat 'til he just couldn't walk anymore

But I know the caliber in daddy's chest
And I know what Holland Hill drives
The state let him go, but I guess it was best
'Cause nobody needs all us Lawson's alive

Daddy said one of the boys had come by
The lumber man's favorite son
He said "Beat him real good, but don't dare let him die
And if you see Holland Hill run"

Now I said, "They ain't give us trouble before
That we ain't brought down on ourselves"
But a chain on my back and my ear to the floor
And I'll send all the Hill Boys to hell
I'll send all the Hill Boys to hell

It's Decoration Day
And I've got a family in Mobile Bay
And they've never seen my daddy's grave
But that don't bother me, it ain't marked anyway

'Cause I got dead brothers in Lauderdale South
And I got dead brothers in East Tennessee
My Daddy got shot right in front of his house
He had no one to fall on but me

It's Decoration Day
And I've a mind to go spit on his grave
If I was a Hill, I'd have put him away
And I'd fight 'til the last Lawson's last living day
I'd fight 'til the last Lawson's last living day
I'd fight 'til the last Lawson's last living day

 

[BigRed]

 

[DeadeyeChrista'sdad]

Getting in touch with my inner eurotrash. Can't sleep.

 

[DoggyDaddy]

 

[BigRed]

The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody's looking for
Somebody's arms to fall into
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
There's frost on the graves and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government
And shovel hot food down
The lights are out in city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep
And it's cold on the tollgate
With the wagons creeping through
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
The garrison sleeps in the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient stones
High up on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone
And high on the wind
The highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past just comes
And stares into my soul
And it's cold on the tollgate
With the Caledonian blues
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
What it is
It's what it is now
There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick
There's a lantern in the tower
Wee willie winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours
On Charlotte Street
I take A walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of little nell
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
Oh, it's what it is
What it is now

 

[BigRed]

I'm an old man now, I can't do nothing
Young folks don't pay me no mind
But in my day I sure was something
Before I felt the heavy hand of time
I'm an old man now, I'm bound for glory
Time to lay these burdens down
Had enough of this old world
Of worry
Gonna trade my troubles for a crown
I will make my way across the fields of cotton
And wade through muddy waters one last time
And in my dreams I come out clean
When I reach the other side
Waste away the sunsets
Where rainbows never die
I've got on last thing to do
One more mile before I'm through
Casting off these earthly chains
Going where there's no more pain
I will make my way across the fields of cotton
And wade through muddy waters one last time
And in my dreams I come out clean
When I reach the other side
Waste away the sunsets
Where rainbows never die
I'm an old man now, can't do nothing
Young folks don't pay me no mind

 

[TheGrumpyGuy]

 

[TheGrumpyGuy]

 

[indyblue]

IMO, Stevie had already surpassed Mr. King by then. So smooth and precise.