On the CD Player (Turntable) Today

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Jethro Tull - Wind Up

When I was young and they packed me off to school
and taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked underneath my arm --
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So I asked this God a question
and by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines --
how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song
`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.

- N
 
So Did We

By Isis - From Panopticon

Our skin worn thin
Our bones exposed
Life reduced to ticks'


From forest caves and azure skies
We crash upon this earth
The years they passed so did we
But resistance would be brought
 
http://ingeb.org/songs/dixie.mid
I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Old times dar am not forgotten,
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land.
In Dixie Land whar I was born in
Early on one frosty mornin'.
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land.

Refrain:
Den I wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I'll took my stand,
To lib an' die in Dixie,
|: Away, away,
Away down south in Dixie. :|
 
Deep Purple - Child In Time
Deep Purple - Lazy
Deep Purple - Soldier Of Fortune
Deep Purple - Demon's Eye
Bob Dylan - Blonde On Blonde (album)
 
Just finished listening to Who Cares A Lot? by Faith No More as I left the house.

The Flemster.
 
Wolf Parade.

Pretty slick stuff and the first thing I've gotten into since the downloading of music illegally has resumed.
 
Rodriguez - After the Fact
Carol King - Live in New York
The Doors - LA Woman
Van Morrison - Too Long In Exile
Pearl Jam - Unplugged and Undrugged
Elvis Costello - Trust
 
Buffalo Springfield - Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing

Who's that stomping all over my face?
Where's that silhouette I'm trying to trace?
Who's putting sponge in the bells I once rung
And taking my gypsy before she's begun
To singing the meaning of what's in my mind
Before I can take home what's rightfully mine.
Joinin' and listenin' and talkin' in rhymes
Stoppin' the feeling to wait for the times.

Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing,
'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing.

And who's all hung-up on that happiness thing?
Who's trying to tune all the bells that he rings?
And who's in the corner and down on the floor
With pencil and paper just counting the score?
And who's trying to act like he's just in between?
The line isn't black, if you know that it's green.
Don't bother looking, you're too blind to see
Who's coming on like he wanted to be.

Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing,
'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing.

And who's coming home on the old nine-to-five?
Who's got the feeling that he came alive,
Though havin' it, sharin' it ain't quite the same
It ain't no gold nugget, you can't lay a claim
Who's seeing eyes through the crack in the floor
There it is baby, don't you worry no more
Who should be sleepin', but is writing this song
Wishin' and a-hopin' he weren't so damned wrong.

Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing,
'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing.

- N
 
The Rolling Stones - Salt of the Earth

Let’s drink to the hard working people
Let’s drink to the lowly of birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Let’s drink to the salt of the earth

Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth

And when I search a faceless crowd
A swirling mass of gray and
Black and white
They don’t look real to me
In fact, they look so strange

Raise your glass to the hard working people
Let’s drink to the uncounted heads
Let’s think of the wavering millions
Who need leaders but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio

And when I look in the faceless crowd
A swirling mass of grays and
Black and white
They don’t look real to me
Or don’t they look so strange

Let’s drink to the hard working people
Let’s think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Let’s drink to the salt of the earth

Let’s drink to the hard working people
Let’s drink to the salt of the earth
Let’s drink to the two thousand million
Let’s think of the humble of birth

- N
 
( ) by Sigur Ros
Give Up by The Postal Service
Grace by Jeff Buckley
Three Cheers for the Sweet Revenge by My Chemical Romance
Dookie by Green Day
How to Save a Life by The Fray
Simple Things by Zero 7
Plans by Death Cab for Cutie
The Autumn Effect by 10 Years
 
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