What are you listening to?

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We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun, where the hot springs flow

The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde, and sing and cry
Valhalla, I am coming!

On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore

We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow

How soft your fields so green
Can whisper tales of gore
Of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overlords

On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore

So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing

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Why the fuck are all these kids throwing the moloich at Zoso?

Children these days.

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This performance (from The Song Remains the Same) made me pick up guitar, and spend an outrageous amount of money on a Les Paul Studio Gothic.

Madison Square Garden, 1973.

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"All my tears, they fell like rain".

Did Rutger Hauer reference Zeppelin when he added the famous addition to his soliloquy?

The world will never know.

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Page just brought out the Gibson Double Neck SG.

You know what that means. Stairway is coming.

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Best extended live performance of this song.

Walking side-by-side with death
The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot that's slow
The dogs of doom are howling more

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Extended Page finale solo.

And I just saw it performed live, flawlessly. Madness.

The crowd was wilder than GWAR by the end. There are people crying, holding each other.

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Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
Stars fill my dream
I'm a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been

Sit with elders of a gentle race
This world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed

Talk in song in tongues of lilting grace
Sounds caress my ear
There are not a word I heard could I relate
Story was quite clear

Oh yeah I been flyin'
Love oh ain't no denyin', no
Oh, ooh yea, I been flyin'
Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

All I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land

Try to find, try to find what I feel

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Search inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear

When I'm on, when I'm on my way,
When I see, when I see the way, you stay
Tryin' to find, tryin' to find where I been
when I'm down
well I'm down
Ooh, let me take you there