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marjoram_blues wrote:

Walker wrote:

marjoram_blues wrote:Love is Strange - Mickey & Sylvia

I remember that one. Elvis was the backlash.

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Martha and The Vandellas - Nowhere To Run (Ready Steady Go - 1965)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mG9m-6dVKRI

Singing to Vietnam, backlashing Elvis

Thanks for that, Walker.
Not sure what you mean by Elvis as a backlash, or backlashing Elvis.

Also. Re 'Nowhere to Run' - strange how a song can be seen. Sometimes you really need to get the backstory...

Walker wrote:Talkin out your ass, cozy chat.

I skimmed your line-by-line response. Not my thing.

I speak in principles when possible.

I advise it on a philosophy forum.

Otherwise the babble is just too f****** tedious.

I click my own links as little as possible.

I just like music.

Walker wrote:That’s terrific!

Nitin Sawhney - Prophesy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7l1CxznLbA

marjoram_blues wrote:Hey Spheres.

I still adore 'I talk to the wind' - the flute...everything...must listen again...
As to your other link for the fearful or the lazy - I'll listen later when I can give it my full attention. The opening bars are striking...

After reading a recent Guardian article [Desert Disc interview of someone's terminally ill sister), p3 Sunday Dec 20th viewtopic.php?f=20&t=18027&start=30 ] I now wonder what kind of music people would choose as an audio legacy of their life and philosophical pathways. Something of substance that could be listened to and you wouldn't shrivel up and die on the spot.

That's one of the reasons I come on here. To discover the new. Music I would never in my dreams simply chance upon.
It helps when people offer a bit more information than lazy links ( which I rarely open). I appreciate it when lyrics are provided.
Thank you.

Walker wrote:You know why I like You, marjoram_blues?

1. You are not a nag.

2. You have the sense to just get on with it.


Men who are nags ... It's just distasteful.

Walker wrote:Good grief.
Charlie Brown?
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Man Music

Oscar Peterson Trio Brotherhood Of Man Oscar Peterson Trio + One Clar 1964

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjruI-f_IjQ

As I recall from the album jacket ...

Oscar Peterson – piano

Clark Terry – trumpet

Ray Brown - bass (husband of Ella Fitzgerald)

drums - ?

You can look all day and you will not hear more sheer exuberance than Clark Terry.
Subjective art appreciation, yet some offer (i)allusions as if universal; hic!
Energy, huh?" Return To Forever - Sorceress"
Chick Corea - keyboards
Stanley Clarke - bass
Lenny White - percussion
Al Di Meola - guitar

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Question: Why do you train a puppy?
No, the real question is which is training which?

Answer: It’s the alternative to living like a dog.
'The Dogs of War?' Warning video is rough, but honest!

Dogs of war and men of hate
With no cause, we don't discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Hell opened up and put on sale
Gather 'round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
Even our masters don't know the webs we weave

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

Invisible transfers, long distance calls,
Hollow laughter in marble halls
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war
You can't stop what has begun
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
We all have a dark side, to say the least
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast

Ain't it a shame when the possibilities of a Godfather parallel pool into a puddle of infantile interpretations.
Freudian Slip, or..., which suits your minds eye best?

Walker wrote:Shirley, you jest.

Keep working on that redemption with the suggested modifications.
Then you woke up! Just a dream, just a dream!

Poor cerebral Michael got confused about the definition and purpose of family, as did dopey Fredo.
Purpose, purpose, take your pick, sounds like objects to me, and so my heart bleeds for thee. "Then according to the man that showed his outstretched arm to space, he turned around and pointed revealing all the human race, I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place." You know, he was the brother of, "The Fool on the Hill"

Or so it goes completely (18:41), A ProgRock Classic:

.................................Yes
.........................Close to the Edge
.........................(Anderson/Howe)
................................1973
Jon Anderson - Vocals, light percussion
Steve Howe - Guitars, Pedal Steel Guitar
Rick Wakeman - Moog, Mellotron, various other keyboards
Chris Squire - Bass's
Bill Bruford - Drumkit


.Including:........I The Solid Time Of Change
.....................II Total Mass Retain
.....................III I Get Up I Get Down
.....................IV Seasons Of Man

I The Solid Time Of Change

A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour

And assessing points to nowhere leading every single one,
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun
And take away the plain in which we move and choose the course you're
Running down at the edge, Round by the corner.
Not right away
Not right away
Close to the edge, Down by a river
Not right away
Not right away

Crossed a line around the changes of the summer
Reaching out to call the colour of the sky,
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see
Getting over all the time I had to worry
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name.

Down at the end
Round by the corner
Close to the edge
Just by the river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up. I get down.
Now that its all over and done
Now that you find, Now that your whole.

II Total Mass Retain

My eyes convinced eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.

Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see
As armored movers took approach to overlook the sea
There since the cord, The license or the reasons we understood will be

Down at the end, close by a river
Close to the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, Down by the corner
Down at the edge, round by a river.

Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory
All in all the journey takes you all the way
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known.

Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb half way into the void
As we cross from side to side we hear the total mass retain.

Down at the edge
Round by the corner
Close to the end
Down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up. I get down.

III I Get Up I Get Down

In her white lace you could clearly see
the lady sadly looking saying that she'd take the blame
for the crucifiction of her own domain.

I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.

Two million people barely satisfy
Two hundred women watch one woman cry
Too late.

The eyes of honesty can achieve......She would coil their said amazement
How many millions do we deceive....of her story asking only interest
Each day?.................................could be laid upon the children
............................................of her domain.

I get up . I get down.
I get up . I get down.

In charge of who is there in charge of me......She could clearly see the lady
Do I look on blindly and say I see................sadly looking saying that she'd take the blame
The way?............................................for the crucifiction of her own domain.

The truth is written all along the page........ She would coil their said amazement
How old will I be before I come of age.........of her story asking only interest
For you?............................................could be laid upon the children
......................................................of her domain.
I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.

I get up. I get down.
I get up. I get down.

IV Seasons Of Man

The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes,
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man so it seems,
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develope time lost social temperance rules above.

Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed revealing all the human race,
I shook my head and smiled a whisper knowing all about the place.

On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley
Called to witness cycles only of the past
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark

Close to the edge, down by a river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by
Now that its all over and done
Called to the seed right to the sun
Now that you find now that you're whole
Seasons will pass you by.

I get up.
I get down.

I get up.
I get down.

I get up.

I get down.


Diamond Needle and Me wore the grooves off this vinyl.
I had a Techniques semi-auto/manual, direct drive, heaver platter, strobe adjusted speed, pickering cartridge, with stereohedron stylus, tracking at no more than one gram.
Not much, but it served me well! Now a polycarbonate optical disc lover, backed up to a computer HD.

Return to Forever, MUSICMAGIC
Tubas, trumpets, the works. Simple lyrics, masterful music.
Which was the why of my bringing them up; at least one thing we have in common!
An awesome tune until the singing starts. Yeah, and I prefer realism/idealism over impressionism too!

And since I have a much wider view ; thanks for sharing the link.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAlilIp ... WB&index=2


Hello Again (A Stanley Clarke tune)
Vocals – The lovely and ethereal Gayle Moran
So hello my friend
Good to see you again
You’ve been gone for awhile
Now you’re back
And I’m so glad you are here.