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The Lemonheads — "Two Weeks In Another Town" [Creator, 1988]:
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All the houses look the same to me;
Dogs bark in the driveways.
There's the garden I've seen before:
Bright porch, dark doorway.

Two weeks in another town:
Wake me up when it's over— again!
Night turns into morning;
A walk in the spring rain.

Climbing up to the attic;
Smell the dust and the sunshine, again.
You just said a mouthful:
"You can't take it with you. . . y'know??"

Two weeks in another town:
Wake me up when it's over— a-gai-ii-n!
Night turns into morning;
A walk in the spring rain.
 
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i feel drowned in my thoughts while listening to this. forever favorite - reminds me of my good and worst times, reminds me of those happy moments i was with my love & how we both promised for not being apart ever :) this track is just too deep for me not sure if ya'll would like it
 
The Godfathers — "Birth, School, Work, Death" (1987)

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I've felt torture, I've felt pain,
Just like that film with Michael Caine.

I've been abused and I've been confused
And I've kissed Margaret Thatcher's shoes. [....]

Birth! School! Work! Death! [×2]
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Heroin was the love you gave
From the cradle to the grave.

Boys and girls don't understand,
The devil makes work for idle hands. [....]
 
A song by the legendary Klaus Dinger, off his first release using this Franco-Germanic moniker, the LP Viva! (as in «¡Viva Che!»), which expands upon Neu!'s timeless motorik sound and their political lyrics. . . So without further ado, I present to you:

La Düsseldorf — "Geld"[1978] {w/ selected lyrics in English translation}
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Geld ist das Trauma dieser Welt.
Geld langsam ihr Gesicht entstellt.
Geld zerbricht unsere Liebe — Geld.
Geld macht aus Engeln Diebe — Geld.
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Money is the trauma of this world.​
Money gradually disfigures her face.​
Money breaks our love apart — money!​
Money makes angels thieves — money!​


Geld regiert die Welt, zwei drei vier.
Egal ob's uns gefällt
Geld macht Krieg und Geld macht Frieden.
Geld, Geld, Geld. Geld regiert die Welt.
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Money rules the world (two–three–four...),​
Whether or not we like it,​
Money makes war and money makes peace.​
Money, money, money! Money rules the world.​
 
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fastandbulbous said:
No idea how to attach a song to a post (nearly 60!), but the one that I find too painful to listen to, after my wife dying the way she did, is Fleetwood Mac's 'Man of the World' (Peter Green trying to come to terms with a really painful LSD experience).
Too close for anything but overwhelming sorrow...
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fastandbulbous said:
No idea how to attach a song to a post (nearly 60!), but the one that I find too painful to listen to, after my wife dying the way she did, is Fleetwood Mac's 'Man of the World' (Peter Green trying to come to terms with a really painful LSD experience).
Too close for anything but overwhelming sorrow...
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When did she pass?
 



It’s not like I want it back again
It’s not like I want the sky to open
And rain down in visions of black again
But now that the Sun has finally broken through
There’s not a lot I can do
There’s not a lot I can do
The sky is perfectly blue

The wind comes and whips the trees bare again
The wind comes, exposing secrets of the form
Part of me wants to be there again
Restless, naked, howling for the dawn
I’m not invoking a storm
I’m not invoking a storm
The air is perfectly warm

It’s not like I want it back again
Chaos can find another lover
It’s not like I’m wearing all black again
The days come sweet, but are they cutting through?
There’s not a lot I can do
There’s not a lot I can do
The sky is perfectly blue

If it’s not love then make it pain
Not some sort of half life I can’t explain
And if it’s peace then make it real
Not this sort of numbness I cannot feel
Take all my joy but leave me my fears
This sort of half life bores me to tears

So bring me rapture
And bring me bliss
Or take it all away
But don’t leave me this

It’s not like I want it back again
It’s not like I want my heart ripped open
In some sort of vicious attack again
But now that the Sun has finally broken through
There’s not a lot I can do
There’s not a lot I can do
The sky is perfectly blue


--Wendy Rule
 
New Beavis and Butthead film coming out soon :rockon:
Beavis And Butthead 90S Tv GIF


 
Didn't mean to be back so soon but want to confess I don't get anxious except when my drug consumption has offended modern society like they know better

 



It's empty in the valley of your heart
The Sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

'Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind

So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker's hand

So make your Sirens call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say

'Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be

And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again


Songwriters: Benjamin Walter David Lovett / Edward James Milton Dwane / Marcus Oliver Johnstone Mumford / Winston Aubrey Aladar Marshall


In the allegory "The Cave," Socrates describes a group of people who have lived chained to the wall of a cave all their lives, facing a blank wall. The people watch shadows projected on the wall from objects passing in front of a fire behind them and give names to these shadows. The shadows are the prisoners' reality, but are not accurate representations of the real world. The shadows represent the fragment of reality that we can normally perceive through our senses, while the objects under the sun represent the true forms of objects that we can only perceive through reason.

Socrates explains how the philosopher is like a prisoner who is freed from the cave and comes to understand that the shadows on the wall are actually not the direct source of the images seen. A philosopher aims to understand and perceive the higher levels of reality. However, the other inmates of the cave do not even desire to leave their prison, for they know no better life.
 
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