I'm A Fisherman's Son -- The Rankin Family
Judas Priest live streaming stuff from their web site.
Hey OAK,
...I'm not at all surprised, that you would have a clydesdale in your avatar. :wink:
They are magnificent horses Booman. Gentle Giants.
I've gone back to Willie Dixon's Poet of The Blues CD
Did you see a thread about John Lee Hooker is running
http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=8766&highlight=
Some tutti-frutti baroque piece with lots of woodwinds and quietly respectful violins . . .
OAK,
...Not to mention the Clydesdales represent Budweiser, the "King of beers"
Simple Plan - Worst Day Ever
You put your right foot in
You take your right foot out
You put your right foot in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!
Hi Booman ====== yeah the Budweiser site is pretty good. They had a whole load of pictures of their horses.
There are still a couple of breweries in London who deliver on short journeys using horse drawn dreys. Said to be cheaper than buying a bloody great truck.
Oh I'm listening to Rod Stewart CD --- Reason To Believe
My life's in jeopardy
Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be
I ain't been home since Friday night
And now my wife is coming after me
Give me police protection
Gonna buy a gun so
I can look after number one
Give me a bodyguard
A back belt Judo expert with a machine gun
Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane
When she catches up with me
Won't be no time to explain
She thinks I've been with another woman
And that's enough to send her half insane
Gonna buy a fast car
Put on my lead boots
And take a long, long drive
I may end up spending all my money
But I'll still be alive
All I did was have a bit too much to drink
And I picked the wrong precinct
Got picked up by the law
And now I ain't got time to think
Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane
When she catches up with me
Won't be no time to explain
She thinks I've been with another woman
And that's enough to send her half insane
Gonna buy a fast car
Put on my lead boots
And take a long, long drive
I may end up spending all my money
But I'll still be alive
And I'm oh so tired of running
Gonna lay down on the floor
I gotta rest some time so
I can get to run some more
She's comin'!
She's comin'!
Ah, yes, the late great John Entwhistle sang that, if memory serves. I never could figure out what "lead boots" meant, unless it has to do with having a heavy foot on the gas pedal...
Bruce Springsteen, "The Rising"
Bruce Springsteen, "The Ghost of Tom Joad"
The Beatles, Anthology Album.-"Money"
A special radio broadcast (i.e., not available on recording) of the Columbus Symphony Orchestra performing the Fourth Symphony of Johannes Brahms, under the baton of Allesandro Siciliani . . .
Even now
The world is bleedin'
But feelin' just fine
All numb in our castle
Where we're always free to choose
Never free enough to find
I wish somethin' would break
Cuz we're runnin' out of time
And I am overcome
I am overcome
Holy water in my lungs
I am overcome
These women in the street
Pullin' out their hair
My master's in the yard
Givin' light to the unaware
This plastic little place
Is just a step amongst the stairs
And I am overcome
I am overcome baby
Holy water in my lungs
I am overcome
So drive me out
Out to that open field
Turn the ignition off
And spin around
Your help is here
But I'm parked in this open space
Blockin' the gates of love
I am overcome
I am overcome
Holy water in my lungs
I am overcome
I am overcome
I am overcome
Holy water in my lungs
I am overcome
Beautiful drowning
This beautiful drowning
This holy water
This holy water
Is in my lungs
And I am overcome
I am overcome
I am overcome
I am overcome
Everclear - I Will Buy You A New Life
Well, far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashin'
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sun;
Sayin', it may be the chimes of freedom flashin'
Flashin' for the warriors whose strength is not to fight;
Flashin' for the refugees on their unarmed road of flight.
And for each and every underdog soldier in the night
We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin'
Well, in the city's melted furnace unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden here while the walls were tightenin'
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain;
Dissolved into the wild bales of lightnin'
Yeah, tollin' for the rebel, yeah, tollin' for the raked
Tollin' for the luckless, the abandoned and forsaked.
Yeah, tollin' for the outcasts burnin' constantly at stakes
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin'
And then through a cloud-like curtain in a far off corner flashed
There's a hypnotic, splattered mist was slowly liftin'
Well, electric light still struck like arrows
Fired but for the ones condemned to drift or else be kept from driftin'
Well, tollin' for the searching ones on this speechless, secret trail
For the lonesome haunted lovers with too personal a tale.
And for each young heart for each channeled soul misplaced inside a jail
Yeah, we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin'
Well, starry eyed and laughin' I recall when we were caught,
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time, and we watched with one last look
Spellbound and swallowed "Has the tollin' ended?"
Yeah, tollin' for the achin' ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless, confused, accused, misused strung out ones at worst.
And for every hung out person in the whole wide universe
We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin'
--Bob Dylan
Peter, Paul & Mary - Leaving On A Jet Plane
