What are you listening to?

[Pship Destroyer]

All the blazing suns
Suck up all the gods and punks

[Pship Destroyer]

You know you're quite a hot topic
You've gotta nothin' in your head
You've got your ass in the back seat
We all agree you're over-fed
You're from the suck generation
Like a doggie with a bone
You like your lame fuckin' music
You love a-talkin' on your phone

You're stone monolithic
I smell it on your breath
You got about a-nothin' to say
So buy your stupid garbage
And love yourself to death
'Til Daddy takes your T-Bird away

[Gianluca]

Be Mine - Ofenbach

[Evergrey]

My own wheezing struggle to breathe with a swollen up throat. :/

[BKR]

My own wheezing struggle to breathe with a swollen up throat. :/

[submessenger]

[Pship Destroyer]

Not that I enjoy getting biblical, but the title of this tune (and Heinlein's masterwork) is based on Exodus 2:22 (ger shom, 'a sojourner there')

And she bare him a son, and he called his name Gershom: for he said, I have been a stranger in a strange land.

[Pship Destroyer]

Another classic 80's tune, inspired by a Heinlein tale.

Google it yourselves, I'm tired. 1982.

IS that you in this video, Neal? Bowler cap and cigar smokin...

[hungryjoe]

Good stuff there BKR!

Young people! If you smoke now, throw that shit away. Ask BFM. I'll second.

[Pship Destroyer]

Fair is fair.

1985.

[kimjonghng]

Well the soundtrack to one of my favourite shows is finally out for this volume so catching up on what the Williams' have been up to.

[MisterMR]

For dog lovers

[Pship Destroyer]

Red 7, a short lived side project band led by Mike Rutherford of Genesis and Mike and the Mechanics fame.

Soooooo 1985, as well as the end credits theme of one of my favorite movies, Manhunter, which features William Peterson in hot pink shorts saving turtles and people from impending doom.

What a man, what a man, what a man... what a mighty good man.

[Pship Destroyer]

For dog lovers

Any resemblance to existing or existing persons is purely fortuitous ...

I can never make you believe
That it will never be cold again
I will not even give you hope
Anyway, you do not want it

You will not smile at me tonight
Tomorrow morning, I do not count
Your blue eyes are covered with black
And it's not cinema

Yes but I'm still there
Like your two dogs and their passion
And to embrace you, my two arms
At your disposal

Your lips will not tell me good night
Tonight, my mouth does not come back to you
The room will be your booth
And you do not expect anything from me

I do not offer you a handkerchief
It's useless, you do not cry
Nothing can move you
For now, nothing is going

Yes but I'm still there
Like your two dogs and their passion
And to embrace you, my two arms
At your disposal

Our beautiful speeches are illusory
It is better to be silent in these cases
Anyway everything is temporary
I have sometimes observed it

I wounded you unintentionally
And tomorrow you'll forgive me
You killed me without knowing it
But tomorrow, I'll forget all about it

Yes but I'm still there
Like your two dogs and their passion
And to embrace you, my two arms
At your disposal

[Pship Destroyer]

I'm still having a hard time processing that I saw U2 play this song, live, just the other day.

I really should post my shitty video...but here's the Rattle and Hum version.

It was just like this, only this time there was a 200 ft wide LED screen.

http://www.nj.com/entertainment/musi...tlist_201.html

In the howlin' wind
Comes a stingin' rain
See it drivin' nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain.

From the firefly
A red orange glow
See the face of fear
Runnin' scared in the valley below.

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue.

In the locust wind
Comes a rattle and hum.
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome.

You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire.
We see them burnin' crosses
See the flames, higher and higher.

Woh, woh, bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue.

Suit and tie comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peelin' off those dollar bills
(Slappin' 'em down)
One hundred, two hundred.

And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the tin huts as children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street.
Up the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into his saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan.
Outside, is America
Outside, is America
America.

See across the field
See the sky ripped open
See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound
Howlin' the women and children
Who run into the arms
Of America.