Music II

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LILI

Saturday, January 15, 2011 5:46 AM

Oh wow, I never thought to be so delighted by a Justin Timberlake song! Oh, I'll be laughing half the night.

Some classic songs released shortly after I was born, so I grew up with these:

I think the title of this thread should be changed to "Song Sharing: Volume Two" or something. I notice fewer folks coming into this one.

Facts are stubborn things.

PHOENIXROSE

Saturday, January 15, 2011 5:58 AM

Ah, those songs were released shortly before I was born, but I know them well. Crumbling Down is a good song, but I think my favorite Mellencamp song would probably be:

A funny and catchy reason I'm a Mighty Boosh fan:

Some classic fantastic Bad Religion:

Anyone like musicals with muppets?

Couple songs I can't find good links to:

Freak of the Week by Marvelous 3 - junior high era me.
Mutant Generations by Steve Macdonald - some wonderful filking.

And my favorite Nightwish song is probably Sleeping Sun. I won't link it, though, just in case (horror of horrors) anyone is getting burnt out on the Nightwish in this thread.

I do not need the written code of a spiritual belief to act like a decent human being.

KWICKO

Saturday, January 15, 2011 12:56 PM

This is handy.

http://www.mediaconverter.org/

It converts YouTube videos to mp3 (or other) formats. Great for tracking down those hard-to-find-on-iTunes tracks, live sets, etc., (especially since LimeWire was killed by injunction...)

Five song conversions per day for free, or unlimited if you join. I ain't joinin'. :)

This Space For Rent!

SIGNYM

Saturday, January 15, 2011 4:31 PM

Cantata Profana

"Once there was an old man,
One, who treasured nine sons
Fair and sturdy
Seed of his own body,
Nine fair, sturdy fellows
Naught of work he taught them,
Neither trade nor farming,
Ploughing not, nor sowing,
Naught of handling horses
Nor the care of cattle.
Only this he taught them:
Hill and vale to wander
Hunting the noble stag

Through forest aroving, hey-yah!
The bounded ahunting, hey!
All nine sons and sturdy brothers
Through forest aroving hunted.
Farther still they wandered
The hunted on and on
Still longer and longer, until
Deep lay a mysterious bridge
Wondrous stags had crossed it,
Heedless on they followed
Not knew where they wandered
Lost in forest shadows,
All were changed to stags
Slender stags, enchanted roving
Through the forest

Hey, at last the loving father
Could abide no longer
Straight he took his rifle
And set forth to find them
Hey, his nine fair children.
On he roamed to where the bridge lay,
Found where the wondrous stags had crossed it
Nine enchanted stags had passed there
Swiftly then their trail he followed
Reached at last a cooling wellspring,
Nine stags astanding. Falling on one knee,
Hey, he sighted on the leader.

Ai! But the largest stag gave answer
Ai! Of all the sons the dearest,
Ai! Called in answer to his father:
"Dearest, loving father,
Aim not at thy children!
Or surely our antlers
Must pierce thee and pin thee,
Must hammer and hurl thee,
Crashing valley to valley,
And boulder to boulder,
and mountain to mountain,
Will dash thee, smash thee, slash thee
Crashing cliff to crater,
Flesh be paste and bones be powder,
Naught but dust survive thee,

Then the loving father
Called unto his children,
And grieving answered,
pleading called
unto his children:
"Oh, my dearest loved ones,
Oh, my darling children,
Come, oh come,
and follow home now,
Come now,
your sweet mother waits you.
Come with me,
my children,
Your mother stands waiting, lonely,
Loving, grieving,
all to herself alone.
The lanterns are lit.
The tables are set
The glasses are filled
As glasses stand waiting,
So does your mother stand,
As wine in them brimming,
So, too, your mother's eyes."

Yet again the leader,
Dearest of all children
Called aloud and answered thus
Unto his father:
"Dearest loving father,
Go back, oh, go home now
To our lonely, dear, sweet mother,
But we cannot go!
We shall never return,
Because our antlers
Cannot pass thy doorway,
Only roam the forest groves;
And our slender bodies
Ne'er in clothes can wander,
Only wear the wind and sun;
And our dainty legs can
Never stand the hearthstone,
Nor tread but leafy mold;
And our mouths no longer
Drink from crystal glasses
But only mountain springs."

Once there was an old man,
One, who treasured nine sons
Fair and sturdy
Naught of work he taught them,
Neither trade nor farming,
But only to wander as
Nine huntsman ahunting.
And farther, farther
On and on they wandered.
All were changed to stags then,
There in the forest shadows.
And so their antlers
Cannot pass through doorways,
Only roam the forest groves;
Their slender bodies
Ne'er in clothes can wander
Only wear the wind and sun,
Their dainty legs
Can never stand the hearthstone,
Only tread the leafy mold;
Their mouths no longer
Drink from crystal glasses
Only from clear springs.

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I can't really explain why I like it so much. Here is the last part, which tells the end of the story.("Csak tiszta forrásból" is "clear mountain streams)...

1KIKI

Saturday, January 15, 2011 4:48 PM

OK - here's one of mine:

Kwicko - you like Bach too?

PHOENIXROSE

Saturday, January 15, 2011 5:18 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Kwicko:

This is handy.

http://www.mediaconverter.org/

It converts YouTube videos to mp3 (or other) formats. Great for tracking down those hard-to-find-on-iTunes tracks, live sets, etc., (especially since LimeWire was killed by injunction...)

Five song conversions per day for free, or unlimited if you join. I ain't joinin'. :)

http://www.zamzar.com/ does much the same thing, and I've yet to hit a daily limit for not joining, they just say it's faster and more convenient if you join. I've found it fairly fast and convenient anyway.

I do not need the written code of a spiritual belief to act like a decent human being.

SIGNYM

Saturday, January 15, 2011 6:12 PM

So much good music, so little time!

DT, I really like your music. Also, I liked the classic rock posted... and pretty much everything else!

SIGNYM

Saturday, January 15, 2011 6:16 PM

But the Music Police are everywhere....

A federal jury Thursday found a 32-year-old Minnesota woman guilty of illegally downloading music from the Internet and fined her $80,000 each -- a total of $1.9 million -- for 24 songs.
http://articles.cnn.com/2009-06-18/justice/minnesota.music.download.fi
ne_1_jury-instructions-fined-sheryl-crow?_s=PM:CRIME

Student to Challenge $675,000 Illegal Music Download Fine
http://mp3.about.com/b/2010/01/06/student-to-challenge-675000-illegal-
music-download-fine.htm

This copyright crap has really gotten out of hand. Effing RIAA.

FREMDFIRMA

Saturday, January 15, 2011 6:20 PM

Indeed, Siggy, but here's a blast from the past, including the Lyrics - I think it almost pathetically hilarious that I had a Libertarian mention it today as especially relevant, only to have me yank the CD from the rack and loan it to him.

Judas Priest - Electric Eye

Quote:
Up here in space
I’m looking down on you
My lasers trace
Everything you do

You think youve private lives
Think nothing of the kind
There is no true escape
I’m watching all the time

I’m made of metal
My circuits gleam
I am perpetual
I keep the country clean

I’m elected electric spy
I’m protected electric eye

Always in focus
You cant feel my stare
I zoom into you
You dont know Im there

I take a pride in probing all your secret moves
My tearless retina takes pictures that can prove

I’m made of metal
My circuits gleam
I am perpetual
I keep the country clean

I’m elected electric spy
I’m protected electric eye

Electric eye, in the sky
Feel my stare, always there
Theres nothing you can do about it
Develop and expose
I feed upon your every thought
And so my power grows

I’m made of metal
My circuits gleam
I am perpetual
I keep the country clean

I’m elected electric spy
Im protected electric eye

Protected. detective. electric eye

Man does THAT ever sound familiar these days!

-Frem

I do not serve the Blind God.

WULFENSTAR

Saturday, January 15, 2011 6:54 PM

"Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies"

P.S I'm all out of fuken bubblegum.

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