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Far between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll

We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing

As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds

Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing

Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight

Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight

An’ for each an’ ev’ry underdog soldier in the night

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing



In the city’s melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched

With faces hidden while the walls were tightening

As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin’ rain

Dissolved into the bells of the lightning

Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake

Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an’ forsaked

Tolling for the outcast, burnin’ constantly at stake

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing



Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail

The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze

Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind

Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind

An’ the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing



Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales

For the disrobed faceless forms of no position

Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts

All down in taken-for-granted situations

Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute

Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute

For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an’ cheated by pursuit

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing



Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed

An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting

Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones

Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail

For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale

An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing



Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught

Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended

As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look

Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended

Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed

For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse

An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe

An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing





Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-ooh-whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
You know you love me (yo), I know you care (uh-huh)
Just shout whenever (yo), and I'll be there (uh-huh)
You are my love (yo), you are my heart (uh-huh)
And we will never, ever, ever be apart (yo, uh-huh)
Are we an item? (Yo) girl, quit playin' (uh-huh)
"We're just friends" (yo), what are you sayin'? (Uh-huh)
Said, "There's another" (yo), and looked right in my eyes (uh-huh)
My first love broke my heart for the first time, and I was like (yo, uh-huh)
"Baby, baby, baby, oh"
Like, "Baby, baby, baby, no"
Like, "Baby, baby, baby, oh"
I thought you'd always be mine, mine
"Baby, baby, baby, oh"
Like, "Baby, baby, baby, no"
Like, "Baby, baby, baby, oh"
I thought you'd always be mine, mine
Oh, for you, I would've done whatever (uh-huh)
And I just can't believe (yo) we ain't together (uh-huh)
And I wanna play it cool (yo), but I'm losin' you (uh-huh)
I'll buy you anything (yo), I'll buy you any ring (uh-huh)
And I'm in pieces (yo), baby, fix me (uh-huh)
And just shake me 'til you wake me from this bad dream (yo, uh-huh)
I'm goin' down (oh), down, down, down (uh-huh)
And I just can't believe, my first love won't be around, and I'm like
"Baby, baby, baby, oh"
Like, "Baby, baby, baby, no"
Like, "Baby, baby, baby, oh"
I thought you'd always be mine, mine
"Baby, baby, baby, oh"
Like, "Baby, baby, baby, no"
Like, "Baby, baby, baby, oh"
I thought you'd always be mine, mine (Luda!)
When I was 13, I had my first love
There was nobody that compared to my baby
And nobody came between us, nor could ever come above
She had me goin' crazy, oh, I was starstruck
She woke me up daily, don't need no Starbucks (woo)
She made my heart pound
And skip a beat when I see her in the street and
At school on the playground
But I really wanna see her on the weekend
She knows she got me dazin'
'Cause she was so amazin'
And now, my heart is breakin'
But I just keep on sayin'
"Baby, baby, baby, oh"
Like, "Baby, baby, baby, no"
Like, "Baby, baby, baby, oh"
I thought you'd always be mine, mine
"Baby, baby, baby, oh"
Like, "Baby, baby, baby, no"
Like, "Baby, baby, baby, oh"
I thought you'd always be mine, mine
I'm gone (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now, I'm all gone (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now, I'm all gone (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now, I'm all gone (gone, gone, gone)
I'm gone

You know the force has got a lot of power
But what makes you think it gives a shit about you...who are you anyway?

joe jackson
T. V. Age
https://youtu.be/TA0sxWDRf2A?si=6Iyy8fCKecq3lhxU

sunday papers
https://youtu.be/BgTcsdltfec?si=FNpK4K4v0MdVv-Td

Written in the 16th century by a man about a man.



"The Dark Night Of The Soul"

Upon a darkened night
The flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest

Shrouded by the night
And by the secret stair I quickly fled
The veil concealed my eyes
While all within lay quiet as the dead

Oh night thou was my guide
Oh night more loving than the rising sun
Oh night that joined the lover
To the beloved one
Transforming each of them into the other

Upon that misty night
In secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
Without a guide or light
Than that which burned so deeply in my heart
That fire t'was led me on
And shone more bright than of the midday sun
To where he waited still
It was a place where no one else could come



Within my pounding heart
Which kept itself entirely for him
He fell into his sleep
Beneath the cedars all my love I gave
From o'er the fortress walls
The wind would brush his hair against his brow
And with its smoothest hand
Caressed my every sense it would allow



I lost myself to him
And laid my face upon my lover's breast
And care and grief grew dim
As in the morning's mist became the light
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair

accelafine wrote: ↑Sat Jan 04, 2025 10:24 pm Interesting that the past couple of decades has produced NO great songwriters or music in general (for the first time in recent history). Clearly the shallow online world of Tik Tok and clickbait, with an obsessive need for 'likes', is not conducive to creative genius.

Lol, what? What do you think the last great song was? Surprised you aren't an Adele fan tbh, seems like the medium grade songwriting that you would go for.

Be honest with yourself for once, the thing that makes a great song for somebody like you is mainly that it takes you back to a time before you became the joyless washed up old rag that you have been for at least the last couple of decades.

Te celebrate Veggie's failure to enter the 21st century as any workable approximation of a human being, let's all enjoy a 10 year old song about a strange death on an Adelaide beach in 1948.

THE DRONES: TAMAN SHUD
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OkgaCRII7I

It's rather funny when people on here try to 'insult' you with things they couldn't possibly know about you I mean, would there be any point in me making fun of smellygrotpants' huge red bulbous nose? What about his disgusting breath and foul, blackened teeth? Or his greasy comb-over? Don't even get me started on his urine and faeces infested sole pair of trousers and overwhelming body stench. That would be a bit silly don't you think?

I let it fall, my heart
And as it fell, you rose to claim it
It was dark and I was over
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me
My hands, they were strong
But my knees were far too weak
To stand in your arms
Without falling to your feet
But there's a side to you
That I never knew, never knew
All the things you'd say
They were never true, never true
And the games you'd play
You would always win, always win
But I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name
Your name
When I lay with you
I could stay there
Close my eyes
Feel you here forever
You and me together, nothing is better
'Cause there's a side to you
That I never knew, never knew
All the things you'd say
They were never true, never true
And the games you'd play
You would always win, always win
But I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name
Your name
I set fire to the rain
And I threw us into the flames
When it fell, something died
'Cause I knew that that was
The last time, the last time
Sometimes I wake up by the door
That heart you caught must be waiting for you
Even now, when we're already over
I can't help myself from looking for you
I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name
Your name
I set fire to the rain
And I threw us into the flames
When it fell, something died
'Cause I knew that that was the last time
The last time
Oh, oh, no
Let it burn
Oh, oh
Let it burn
Let it burn



Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you're older must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Moloney, O'Connell, and Keane
there were roses cover
https://youtu.be/jorfQa3VyZc?si=zTquznYC3kvd4Wls

The Tannahill Weavers
At The End Of A Pointed Gun
https://youtu.be/k-_0gezY3nI?si=BQz63ZKoKY58XwX1

Saltwater (Original) by Chicane

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ET1-6Bef9xU

FlashDangerpants wrote: ↑Sat Jan 04, 2025 10:46 pm ..let's all enjoy a 10 year old song about a strange death on an Adelaide beach in 1948.

Odd that u know about that.

The song is too dull/boring tuneless noise to listen to, not sure if u r talking about the chap that was found dead on a beach..

attofishpi wrote: ↑Sun Jan 05, 2025 4:56 am

FlashDangerpants wrote: ↑Sat Jan 04, 2025 10:46 pm ..let's all enjoy a 10 year old song about a strange death on an Adelaide beach in 1948.

Odd that u know about that.

The song is too dull/boring tuneless noise to listen to, not sure if u r talking about the chap that was found dead on a beach..

Let's celebrate fishpie's ability to enjoy refreshing beverages all day and all night with a song about a strong alcoholic cocktail, and simultaneously indulge his inability to enjoy songs that aren't from the time in the early 90s when he still had some sort of life ahead of him, just like his grandma Veggie who finally died inside some time in the 80s.

Pavement - Blue Hawaiian
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5SnS7Td2jE

FlashDangerpants wrote: ↑Sun Jan 05, 2025 11:45 am

attofishpi wrote: ↑Sun Jan 05, 2025 4:56 am

FlashDangerpants wrote: ↑Sat Jan 04, 2025 10:46 pm ..let's all enjoy a 10 year old song about a strange death on an Adelaide beach in 1948.

Odd that u know about that.

The song is too dull/boring tuneless noise to listen to, not sure if u r talking about the chap that was found dead on a beach..

Let's celebrate fishpie's ability to enjoy refreshing beverages all day and all night with a song about a strong alcoholic cocktail, and simultaneously indulge his inability to enjoy songs that aren't from the time in the early 90s when he still had some sort of life ahead of him, just like his grandma Veggie who finally died inside some time in the 80s.

Pavement - Blue Hawaiian
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5SnS7Td2jE

Although I appreciate at least some form of interaction from his high 'anus'..especially where he attempts with some level of 'wit'..

Allow me to point out that I was into local Adelaide punk in the early 90s - exploding white mice, to name 1.

I remember Pavement (*music) and will listen to that...

..perhaps thru at least a quart of my 1ltr bottle of Vodka (yeah, I fukin RARELY drink the spirits afforded to man, beer down, spirits on da way), right now tho...Satan has me running errands.

I promise to have a listen...naaaw, pavement.

attofishpi wrote: ↑Sun Jan 05, 2025 12:10 pm
I remember Pavement (*music) and will listen to that...

..perhaps thru at least a quart of my 1ltr bottle of Vodka (yeah, I fukin RARELY drink the spirits afforded to man, beer down, spirits on da way), right now tho...Satan has me running errands.

I promise to have a listen...naaaw, pavement.

As we celebrate our Antipodean friend's completely plausible suggestion that he avoids drinking to excess, obviously we need an Australian song about waking up still drunk and stumbling out of the house on a mission to get some shades so that nobody will notice how fucked up you still are.

Tropical Fuck Storm - Braindrops
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCpwN1d7as0

Dealing with the big questions now... We're living in a simulation, so why not buy a pair of Chinese Ray-Bans?

FlashDangerpants wrote: ↑Sun Jan 05, 2025 1:04 pm Dealing with the big questions now... We're living in a simulation, so why not buy a pair of Chinese Ray-Bans?

...honestly?

I don't listen (as probably at least 80% of people don't) to all the shite 'music' others post..

NE Time U want to debate about SIMULATION or DIVINE REALITY..

Start it up squire, let's have it out..




OR R U CHICKEN?





www.androcies.com

attofishpi wrote: ↑Sun Jan 05, 2025 1:33 pm

FlashDangerpants wrote: ↑Sun Jan 05, 2025 1:04 pm Dealing with the big questions now... We're living in a simulation, so why not buy a pair of Chinese Ray-Bans?

...honestly?

I don't listen (as probably at least 80% of people don't) to all the shite 'music' others post..

NE Time U want to debate about SIMULATION or DIVINE REALITY..

Start it up squire, let's have it out..

Of course I don't have any interest in that debate with anybody, let alone a witless drunken racist buffoon. It's just a line from the song. Your loss for not listening, but you wouldn't get it.

FlashDangerpants wrote: ↑Sun Jan 05, 2025 1:35 pm

attofishpi wrote: ↑Sun Jan 05, 2025 1:33 pm

FlashDangerpants wrote: ↑Sun Jan 05, 2025 1:04 pm Dealing with the big questions now... We're living in a simulation, so why not buy a pair of Chinese Ray-Bans?

...honestly?

I don't listen (as probably at least 80% of people don't) to all the shite 'music' others post..

NE Time U want to debate about SIMULATION or DIVINE REALITY..

Start it up squire, let's have it out..

Of course I don't have any interest in that debate with anybody,

So Y R U on a philosophy forum, perchance, U have all the answers already?

FlashDangerpants wrote:..let alone a witless drunken racist buffoon.

Provide some evidence of either.

FlashDangerpants wrote:It's just a line from the song. Your loss for not listening, but you wouldn't get it.

Admittedly, I do have comprehension difficulty with people posting idiotic statements & "music" (stupid people).

Oi!

I am 6 beers & qtr ltr VODKA in, c'mon man, you got a chance here...