Blackmore's Night - I Still Remember

Από το 3ο LP των Blackmore's Night , Fires at Midnight [2001]
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I thought of you the other day
How worlds of change led us astray
Colors seem to fade to gray
In the wake of yesterday…
You looked into my eyes
You had me hypnotized
And I can still remember you

I had a dream of you and I
A thousand stars lit up the sky
I touched your hand and you were gone
But memories of you live on…

You looked into my eyes
You had me hypnotized
And I can still remember you
Those moments spent together
Promising forever
And I can still remember you

Do you ever think of me
And get lost in the memory
When you do, I hope you smile
And hold that memory a while…

Deep Purple - You Keep On Moving

Ένα από τα καλύτερα αλλά όχι τοσο γνωστά κομμάτια των Deep Purple. Από το Come Taste the Band(1975) -εδώ live στην Ιαπωνία- με τον Tommy Bolin στην κιθάρα και το συνδυασμό David Coverdale και Glenn Hughes στα φωνητικά.
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You keep on moving
Far away, far away
You keep on moving
Far away, far away
Everyday, wheels are turning
And the cry... still returning

Dawn will soon be breaking,
The day has just begun.
You put your arms around me
Like a circle 'round the sun.
Dance across the seasons
To a place that no one knows
Where angels fear to tread...

Deep Purple - Perfect Strangers

Από το ομώνυμο LP του 1984 . Το Perfect Strangers σηματοδοτούσε την επανένωση των Deep Purple με την πιο πετυχημένη τους σύνθεση.

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Can you remember remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold spirits of ice
All my life
I am the echo of your past

I am returning the echo of a point in time
Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day

And if you hear me talking on the wind
Youve got to understand
We must remain
Perfect strangers

I know I must remain inside this silent well of sorrow

A strand of silver hanging through the sky
Touching more than you see
The voice of ages in your mind
Is aching with the dead of the night
Precious life (your tears are lost in
Falling rain)

And if you hear me talking on the wind
Youve got to understand
We must remain
Perfect strangers

The Tea Party - Walking Wounded

Πιθανότατα το προηγούμενο κομμάτι έδωσε το όνομά τους στους The Tea Party. Το Walking Wounded βρίσκεται στο Tangents [2000]
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Is it safe to look within
And erase all that's been
And all that's been between
Is it gone, tell me what went wrong
'cause baby i'm not that strong

And I'm walking wounded
All Alone
All Alone

Are you comfortable and numb
Do they all succumb
to all those lies
Does it satisfy the greed
Is it all you need
Is it all you want
well baby i'm not that strong

And I'm walking wounded
All Alone
and baby i'm not that strong
And I'm walking wounded
All Alone
All Alone

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
baby, now
How does it feel?
How does it feel?

If your memories do stray
Then they'll betray all that's past
And all that's been between
Is it gone, tell me what went wrong
'cause baby I'm not that strong

And I'm walking wounded
All Alone
and baby i'm not that strong
And I'm walking wounded
All Alone
All Alone

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
baby, now
How does it feel?
How does it feel?

How does it feel?
How does it feel?

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
baby, now

Led Zeppelin - Tea For One

Από το album των Led Zeppelin : Presence (1976)
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How come twenty four hours, Baby sometimes seem to slip into days?
Oh twenty-four hours, Baby sometimes seem to slip into days
A minute seems like a lifetime, baby when I feel this way
Sittin, lookin at the clock, time moves so slow
I've been watchin for the hands to move
Until I just can't look no more
How come twenty four hours, Baby sometimes seems to slip into days?
A minute seems like a lifetime, Baby when I feel this way.

To sing a song for you, I recall you used to say
"Oh baby this one's for we two", Which in the end is you anyway

How come twenty four hours, Baby sometimes slip into days?
A minute seems like a lifetime, baby when I feel this way.

There was a time that I stood tall, In the eyes of other men
But by my own choice I left you woman, And now I can't get back again

How come twenty-four hours, sometimes slip into days?
A minute seems like a lifetime, Baby when I feel this way
A minute seems like a lifetime
When I feel this way...I feel this way

Eric Burdon - Woman of the Rings

Από το LP του Eric Burdon : Surnivor.

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Alvina, spirit woman of the rings,
spirit woman from Kansas with a soul that sings.
Tell me baby baby, where you've been so long,
seen nothin' but trouble since you been gone.
Alvina with your master's eye around your neck,
looked everywhere baby, but I ain't seen you yet.
Heard you were in Africa, then again Spain
Heard you went to Texas and you brought the rain.

I remember you, down on the boulevard,
head held high, proud of your gypsie heart,
St. Cyr took you under her wings,
you grew up into a woman of the rings.

I still wear your bracelet upon my wrist,
I still carry the memory of your kiss,
can I see you one more time just to give it back?
For to give and to take is to surely be on the right track,
Alvina I'll give all my lovin' to you,
protect you 'till our lives are both over and through
I believed I talked to you last night in my dreams,
I felt you lay beside me, Lawd you were my gypsie queen.

I remember you, down on the boulevard,
head held high, proud of your gypsie heart,
St. Cyr took you under her wings,
you grew up into a woman of the rings.

Τα χειρότερα album σύμφωνα με το Rolling Stone

Όπως δημοσιεύεται, στον πίνακα με τα χειρότερα album σύμφωνα με το Rolling Stone, την "κορυφή" καταλαμβάνει ο Bob Dylan με το Down In the Groove .

Ιδού ο σχετικός πίνακας:

1. Bob Dylan - Down In the Groove
2. Rolling Stones - Dirty Work
3. David Bowie - Tonight
4. Van Morrison - Beautiful Vision
5. The Clash - Cut the Crap
6. Neil Young - Old Ways
7. Van Halen - Diver Down
8. The Who - Face Dances
9. Elvis Costello - Mighty Like A Rose
10. Red Hot Chili Peppers - One Hot Minute

Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue - Where The Wild Roses Grow

Απαραίτητο συμπλήρωμα του Henry Lee
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They call me The Wild Rose
But my name is Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name is Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face

[CHORUS]

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"

On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "if I show you the roses will you follow?"

[CHORUS]

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

[CHORUS]

Nick Cave & P.J Harvey - Henry Lee

Από το Murder Ballads [1996]
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Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
I can't get down and I won't get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Come take him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him in this deep deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

Radiohead - Street Spirit (fade out)

Το Street Spirit Street Spirit (fade out) ,πέρα από το ότι είναι υπέροχο κομμάτι, συνδυάζεται με ένα πάρα πολύ καλό video clip. Για κατέβασμα σε άριστη ποιότητα υπάρχει στο Google Video .

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Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
Fade out again, Fade out.

This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all, go under
fade out again, fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
Fade out again, Fade out again

Immerse your soul in love
Immerse your soul in love

Rainbow - Weiss Heim

Το Weiss Heim υπάρχει στο ένατο album των Rainbow : " Final Vinyl" [1986] με live, b-sides και ακυκλοφόρητα κομμάτια.

Roger Waters - Leaving Beirut

Κυκλοφόρησε από το Roger Waters το Σεπτέμβριο του 2004 μόνο στο internet, μαζί με το κομμάτι To Kill A Child. Είχαν και τα 2 θέμα την εισβολή στο Ιράκ.
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So we left Beirut Willa and I
He headed East to Baghdad and the rest of it
I set out North
I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps
And hunkered in the curb side dusk
Holding out my thumb
In no great hope at the ramshackle procession of home bound traffic
Success!
An ancient Mercedes 'dolmus '
The ubiquitous, Arab, shared taxi drew up
I turned out my pockets and shrugged at the driver
" J'ai pas de l'argent "
" Venez! " A soft voice from the back seat
The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door
I stooped to look inside at the two men there
One besuited, bespectacled, moustached, irritated, distant, late
The other, the one who had spoken,
Frail, fifty five-ish, bald, sallow, in a short sleeved pale blue cotton shirt
With one biro in the breast pocket
A clerk maybe, slightly sunken in the seat
"Venez!" He said again, and smiled
"Mais j'ai pas de l'argent"
"Oui, Oui, d'accord, Venez!"

Are these the people that we should bomb
Are we so sure they mean us harm
Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime
Is this a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh George!
That Texas education must have fucked you up when you were very small

He beckoned with a small arthritic motion of his hand
Fingers together like a child waving goodbye
The driver put my old Hofner guitar in the boot with my rucksack
And off we went
" Vous etes Francais, monsieur? "
" Non, Anglais "
" Ah! Anglais "
" Est-ce que vous parlais Anglais, Monsieur? "
"Non, je regrette"
And so on
In small talk between strangers, his French alien but correct
Mine halting but eager to please
A lift, after all, is a lift
Late moustache left us brusquely
And some miles later the dolmus slowed at a crossroads lit by a single lightbulb
Swung through a U-turn and stopped in a cloud of dust
I opened the door and got out
But my benefactor made no move to follow
The driver dumped my guitar and rucksack at my feet
And waving away my thanks returned to the boot
Only to reappear with a pair of alloy crutches
Which he leaned against the rear wing of the Mercedes.
He reached into the car and lifted my companion out
Only one leg, the second trouser leg neatly pinned beneath a vacant hip
" Monsieur, si vous voulez, ca sera un honneur pour nous
Si vous venez avec moi a la maison pour manger avec ma femme "

When I was 17 my mother, bless her heart, fulfilled my summer dream
She handed me the keys to the car
We motored down to Paris, fuelled with Dexedrine and booze
Got bust in Antibes by the cops
And fleeced in Naples by the wops
But everyone was kind to us, we were the English dudes
Our dads had helped them win the war
When we all knew what we were fighting for
But now an Englishman abroad is just a US stooge
The bulldog is a poodle snapping round the scoundrel's last refuge

"Ma femme", thank God! Monopod but not queer
The taxi drove off leaving us in the dim light of the swinging bulb
No building in sight
What the hell
"Merci monsieur"
"Bon, Venez!"
His faced creased in pleasure, he set off in front of me
Swinging his leg between the crutches with agonising care
Up the dusty side road into the darkness
After half an hour we'd gone maybe half a mile
When on the right I made out the low profile of a building
He called out in Arabic to announce our arrival
And after some scuffling inside a lamp was lit
And the changing angle of light in the wide crack under the door
Signalled the approach of someone within
The door creaked open and there, holding a biblical looking oil lamp
Stood a squat, moustached woman, stooped smiling up at us
She stood aside to let us in and as she turned
I saw the reason for her stoop
She carried on her back a shocking hump
I nodded and smiled back at her in greeting, fighting for control
The gentleness between the one-legged man and his monstrous wife
Almost too much for me

Is gentleness too much for us
Should gentleness be filed along with empathy
We feel for someone else's child
Every time a smart bomb does its sums and gets it wrong
Someone else's child dies and equities in defence rise
America, America, please hear us when we call
You got hip-hop, be-bop, hustle and bustle
You got Atticus Finch
You got Jane Russell
You got freedom of speech
You got great beaches, wildernesses and malls
Don't let the might, the Christian right, fuck it all up
For you and the rest of the world

They talked excitedly
She went to take his crutches in routine of care
He chiding, gestured
We have a guest
She embarrassed by her faux pas
Took my things and laid them gently in the corner
"Du the?"
We sat on meagre cushions in one corner of the single room
The floor was earth packed hard and by one wall a raised platform
Some six foot by four covered by a simple sheet, the bed
The hunchback busied herself with small copper pots over an open hearth
And brought us tea, hot and sweet
And so to dinner
Flat, unleavened bread, + thin
Cooked in an iron skillet over the open hearth
Then folded and dipped into the soft insides of female sea urchins
My hostess did not eat, I ate her dinner
She would hear of nothing else, I was their guest
And then she retired behind a curtain
And left the men to sit drinking thimbles full of Arak
Carefully poured from a small bottle with a faded label
Soon she reappeared, radiant
Carrying in her arms their pride and joy, their child.
I'd never seen a squint like that
So severe that as one eye looked out the other disappeared behind its nose

Not in my name, Tony, you great war leader you
Terror is still terror, whosoever gets to frame the rules
History's not written by the vanquished or the damned
Now we are Genghis Khan, Lucretia Borghia, Son of Sam
In 1961 they took this child into their home
I wonder what became of them
In the cauldron that was Lebanon
If I could find them now, could I make amends?
How does the story end?

And so to bed, me that is, not them
Of course they slept on the floor behind a curtain
Whilst I lay awake all night on their earthen bed
Then came the dawn and then their quiet stirrings
Careful not to wake the guest
I yawned in great pretence
And took the proffered bowl of water heated up and washed
And sipped my coffee in its tiny cup
And then with much "merci-ing" and bowing and shaking of hands
We left the woman to her chores
And we men made our way back to the crossroads
The painful slowness of our progress accentuated by the brilliant morning light
The dolmus duly reappeared
My host gave me one crutch and leaning on the other
Shook my hand and smiled
"Merci, monsieur," I said
" De rien "
" And merci a votre femme, elle est tres gentille "
Giving up his other crutch
He allowed himself to be folded into the back seat again
"Bon voyage, monsieur," he said
And half bowed as the taxi headed south towards the city
I turned North, my guitar over my shoulder
And the first hot gust of wind
Quickly dried the salt tears from my young cheeks.