The Jukebox

[Slammer]

Somthin' about this song that simply puts a smile on my face. Can't think just what it is... /default_smile.png

 

[d.j.rek1]

I'm Doing Me ...

 

[dave2002]

I saw those guys in 98 when they saturated the radio waves with Metallica. It was one giant bloody mosh pit, kids smashing each others heads in as me and my girl @ the time sat near by chillaxin. Good show! Jerry Cantrell and Days of the New opened for them!

 

[dave2002]

Cantrell is the guit player for Alice in Chains and did his own stuff after the singer OD'd. Now they got a new singer and still kickass. I listened to a lot of Crass too and I followed their stuff for a long time. 

 

[FridayImInLove]

Mad Season-Wake Up. Sorry Dave I was trying to post here and pm'd you.

Sent from my SAMSUNG-SGH-I537 using Tapatalk

 

[Slammer]

One of my favorite songs. I don't think there's anybody who could write lyrics like Dylan did, these days. Besides maybe Justin Bieber, of course /default_wink.png 

And imagine performing that kind of song with lyrics, which could fill a book, all from memory and without the aid of a teleprompter. As Dylan had to do during the 60's, 70's, 80's and even continues to do as I type. Mind you he does mumble them up and change the heck out of them now. Oh well, that's Dylan for ya....  

"It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)"

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proved to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to you ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their marks
Made everything from toy guns that sparks
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You loose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand without nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despite their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platforms ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God Bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges, watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me ?

And if my thought-dreams could been seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

 

[thor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxuThNgl3YA

 

[thor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPhWR4d3FJQ

 

[thor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMOGaugKpzs

 

[thor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loWXMtjUZWM&list=RDloWXMtjUZWM

 

[thor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Du-CWASm20

 

[thor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxEPV4kolz0

 

[thor]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1lWJXDG2i0A

 

[dave2002]

Lisa Dalbello singing at her best!

 

[Slammer]

                                                                       "Closing Time"

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing 
and the band is really happening 
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high 
And my very sweet companion 
she's the Angel of Compassion 
she's rubbing half the world against her thigh 
And every drinker every dancer 
lifts a happy face to thank her 
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime 
all the women tear their blouses off 
and the men they dance on the polka-dots 
and it's partner found, it's partner lost 
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: 
it's CLOSING TIME 
Yeah the women tear their blouses off 
and the men they dance on the polka-dots 
and it's partner found, it's partner lost 
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: 
it's CLOSING TIME 

Ah we're lonely, we're romantic 
and the cider's laced with acid 
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" 
And the moon is swimming naked 
and the summer night is fragrant 
with a mighty expectation of relief 
So we struggle and we stagger 
down the snakes and up the ladder 
to the tower where the blessed hours chime 
and I swear it happened just like this: 
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss 
the Gates of Love they budged an inch 
I can't say much has happened since 
but CLOSING TIME 

I swear it happened just like this: 
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss 
the Gates of Love they budged an inch 
I can't say much has happened since 
CLOSING TIME 

I loved you for your beauty 
but that doesn't make a fool of me: 
you were in it for your beauty too 
and I loved you for your body 
there's a voice that sounds like God to me 
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you 
And I loved you when our love was blessed 
and I love you now there's nothing left 
but sorrow and a sense of overtime 
and I missed you since the place got wrecked 
And I just don't care what happens next 
looks like freedom but it feels like death 
it's something in between, I guess 
it's CLOSING TIME 

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked 
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex 
looks like freedom but it feels like death 
it's something in between, I guess 
it's CLOSING TIME 

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing 
but there's nothing really happening 
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night 
And my very close companion 
gets me fumbling gets me laughing 
she's a hundred but she's wearing 
something tight 
and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth 
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth 
except to say it isn't worth a dime 
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice 
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ 
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights 
we're busted in the blinding lights, 
busted in the blinding lights 
of CLOSING TIME 

The whole damn place goes crazy twice 
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ 
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights 
we're busted in the blinding lights, 
busted in the blinding lights 
of CLOSING TIME 

Oh the women tear their blouses off 
and the men they dance on the polka-dots 
It's CLOSING TIME 
And it's partner found, it's partner lost 
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops 
It's CLOSING TIME 
I swear it happened just like this: 
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss 
It's CLOSING TIME 
The Gates of Love they budged an inch 
I can't say much has happened since 
But CLOSING TIME 
I loved you when our love was blessed 
I love you now there's nothing left 
But CLOSING TIME 
I miss you since the place got wrecked 
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.

 

[d.j.rek1]

You think nothing is wrong HAH!

 

[d.j.rek1]

We all have these days

 

[d.j.rek1]

I don't know how but I'm still kicking ,I guess the Strong Survive.

 

[Slammer]

Even if you weren't a fan of PRIDE or dislike the UFC and MMA in general, you gotta admit this song totally and 100% completely suits the fighter and it often a DJ's tune to "trip-out" the Club with a mix of intense energy and passion.

Though, I'm no DJ and have never been to such "rave' or Club, but I can seem to imagine it. 

Some of the members are DJ's, maybe they can tell me a little bit about this song. As for the former PRIDE and UFC, I enjoy watching some of the fighters. But most of them, aside from Shogun, are slowly retiring - such as Cro Cop from Croatia,etc.

Enjoy the energy and intensity of the video/music....

 

[Slammer]

Anybody know where I can buy one of those jackets? /default_huh.png