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Jun 11 2009 01:52pm

Quote (Gorikain @ Thu, Jun 11 2009, 02:52pm)

I have like 30 versions of the song on my computer... and I love most of 'em. It's just a great song.
Especially Tempest's... but it's not on youtube. :/

Yeah, I love the song.

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Jun 11 2009 02:24pm

Youtube needs at least one Siòbhan tune.
I uploaded one.

Turn it up and enjoy some awesome.

Siòbhan
Dance Of The Old Brigade

All of the boys have gone down to the fight
The balalaika's ringing out through the night
Everyone turns in surprise and delight
As Vasily orders a drink
He knows that I fell alone
Screaming out through blood and through bone
But the song comes over the gramophone,
The Dance of the Old Brigade

Alas, says he, with a wave of his hands
When the armies of the madman they tore through this land
We lost more than you kids understand
And now there is nothing to save
And my heart is dry as a stone
As he turns to take the southern roads home
And I know that soon I'll be left alone
With the dance of the old brigade

And you who would make a fire in these men
Their guts for your kindling and a whispered amen
When the armies of the Saviour come marching again
You’ll lie in the beds that you've made
For somewhere by the banks of the Lee
There's a woman waiting forever for me
And the song goes whistling through the chestnut trees
The dance of the Old Brigade

This post was edited by Gorikain on Jun 11 2009 02:25pm

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Jun 11 2009 03:30pm

Quote (Gorikain @ Thu, Jun 11 2009, 03:24pm)

Youtube needs at least one Siòbhan tune.
I uploaded one.

Turn it up and enjoy some awesome.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIeOri41VPo

Siòbhan
Dance Of The Old Brigade

All of the boys have gone down to the fight
The balalaika's ringing out through the night
Everyone turns in surprise and delight
As Vasily orders a drink
He knows that I fell alone
Screaming out through blood and through bone
But the song comes over the gramophone,
The Dance of the Old Brigade

Alas, says he, with a wave of his hands
When the armies of the madman they tore through this land
We lost more than you kids understand
And now there is nothing to save
And my heart is dry as a stone
As he turns to take the southern roads home
And I know that soon I'll be left alone
With the dance of the old brigade

And you who would make a fire in these men
Their guts for your kindling and a whispered amen
When the armies of the Saviour come marching again
You’ll lie in the beds that you've made
For somewhere by the banks of the Lee
There's a woman waiting forever for me
And the song goes whistling through the chestnut trees
The dance of the Old Brigade

I liked, thanks.

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Jun 11 2009 03:32pm

Glad you did.
That's a band that needs to regroup as soon as fucking possible.

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Jun 11 2009 03:32pm

Quote (Gorikain @ Thu, Jun 11 2009, 04:32pm)

Glad you did.
That's a band that needs to regroup as soon as fucking possible.

They broke up?

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Jun 11 2009 03:44pm

Quote (Ridetheinferno @ Thu, Jun 11 2009, 04:32pm)

They broke up?

yeah, like 3 or 4 years ago. I don't know why.
They do a reunion show every so often, according to their site.

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Jun 11 2009 04:38pm

Buck 65
Indestructible Sam

Well this here's the story of Samuel Donbay
A man like any other at the end of a long day
Guts and muscles and maybe a little more
He worked as a grave digger after the civil war
Miles around competition burned with the deepest rage
The work was hard and Sam did it for the cheapest wage
Seemed that the other Man's shoes didn't fit him
When he was out working the others were out to get him

They called him indestructible Sam,
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands
That's right, they called him indestructible Sam
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands

Diggin' all day Sam's pockets got richer
But the others were wishing he was out of the picture
So late one night some of the competition went to see Doctor Beauregard a local magician
They asked if he could help put things in reverse
They pooled all their money for a fifty dollar curse
Next morning at work was a commotion
Digging a grave Sam heard an explosion
Followed by a moaning, cursing and mumbling
From the nearby bushes a figure came stumbling
Sam shrugged his shoulders and surveyed the damages
Later Dr Beauregard was seen wearing bandages
Worse for wear he wasn't taking suggestion
Said he'd hex anyone that asked him any questions
The coast wasn't clear trouble kept lurking
The others kept scheming and Sam kept working

They called him indestructible Sam,
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands
That's right, they called him indestructible Sam
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands

The other gravediggers lamented their blown chance
Decided to take matters into their own hands
Thoughts full of poison and making a trap
They blew up the shed where Sam was taking a nap
The others were astonished and totally annoyed
Cause Sam walked away while the shed was destroyed
Next they tied him up and they were sure that they got him when they threw him in a lake and watched him sink to the bottom
Below and behold and to the others dismay
Sam was back at work again the very next day
They burned his house down to the ground they were possessed
And when that didn't work they finally shot him in the chest
So hold your head low and fly the flag half mast
But it was actually Samuel who had the last laugh
He recovered again, lord be praised
He lived to be a hundred and dug the others graves

They called him indestructible Sam,
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands
That's right, they called him indestructible Sam
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands

And he did
They called him indestructible Sam,
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands
That's right, they called him indestructible Sam
And he died with a shovel in his hands

And this is an even true song
It was wrote on account of old Sam workin' so hard
And I reckon that's how it 'ought to be

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Jun 12 2009 01:22am

Tarkio
My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist

My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist
In pre-war Paris
Smuggling bombs for the underground.
And she met my father
At a fete in Aix-en-Provence.
He was disguised as a Russian cadet
in the employ of the Axis.
And there in the half-light
Of the provincial midnight
To a lone concertina
They drank in cantinas
And toasted to Edith Piaf
And the fall of the Reich.

My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy
And left for the cattle
But later was found by a communist
Who'd deserted his ranks
To follow his dream
To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina.
I get letters sometimes.
They bought a plantation
She weeds the tobacco
He offends the nation
And they write, "Don't be a stranger, y'hear?
Sincerely, your sister."

So my parents had me
To the disgust of the prostitutes
On a bed in a brothel.
Surprisingly raised with tender care
'Til the money got tight
And they bet me away
To a blind brigadier in a game
Of high stakes canasta.
But he made me a sailor
On his brigadier ship fleet.
I know every yardarm
From main mast to jib sheet.
But sometimes I long to be landlocked
And to work in a bakery.

This post was edited by Gorikain on Jun 12 2009 01:30am

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Jun 12 2009 01:23am

Quote (Gorikain @ Thu, Jun 11 2009, 05:38pm)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FL9rZF4Z7Lk

Buck 65
Indestructible Sam

Well this here's the story of Samuel Donbay
A man like any other at the end of a long day
Guts and muscles and maybe a little more
He worked as a grave digger after the civil war
Miles around competition burned with the deepest rage
The work was hard and Sam did it for the cheapest wage
Seemed that the other Man's shoes didn't fit him
When he was out working the others were out to get him

They called him indestructible Sam,
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands
That's right, they called him indestructible Sam
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands

Diggin' all day Sam's pockets got richer
But the others were wishing he was out of the picture
So late one night some of the competition went to see Doctor Beauregard a local magician
They asked if he could help put things in reverse
They pooled all their money for a fifty dollar curse
Next morning at work was a commotion
Digging a grave Sam heard an explosion
Followed by a moaning, cursing and mumbling
From the nearby bushes a figure came stumbling
Sam shrugged his shoulders and surveyed the damages
Later Dr Beauregard was seen wearing bandages
Worse for wear he wasn't taking suggestion
Said he'd hex anyone that asked him any questions
The coast wasn't clear trouble kept lurking
The others kept scheming and Sam kept working

They called him indestructible Sam,
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands
That's right, they called him indestructible Sam
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands

The other gravediggers lamented their blown chance
Decided to take matters into their own hands
Thoughts full of poison and making a trap
They blew up the shed where Sam was taking a nap
The others were astonished and totally annoyed
Cause Sam walked away while the shed was destroyed
Next they tied him up and they were sure that they got him when they threw him in a lake and watched him sink to the bottom
Below and behold and to the others dismay
Sam was back at work again the very next day
They burned his house down to the ground they were possessed
And when that didn't work they finally shot him in the chest
So hold your head low and fly the flag half mast
But it was actually Samuel who had the last laugh
He recovered again, lord be praised
He lived to be a hundred and dug the others graves

They called him indestructible Sam,
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands
That's right, they called him indestructible Sam
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands

And he did
They called him indestructible Sam,
He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands
That's right, they called him indestructible Sam
And he died with a shovel in his hands

And this is an even true song
It was wrote on account of old Sam workin' so hard
And I reckon that's how it 'ought to be

BUCK 65!!!!!

<333

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#260

Jun 13 2009 01:42am

Prolyphic & Reanimator
Survive Another Winter

Verse 1 (Prolyphic):

This is my soul on a postcard stamped with no address
I just hope it gets to where its got to go and beats the cold stress
Cuz those who can’t take it go west coast, on the search for gold
Let see how far you get before your progress slows
And the California dream gets old and overrated
Its where mediocre artists go to settle for less as broke waiters
They travel in packs like chain smokers
With the hopes of being famous, but can’t make it on their own
I seen their bandwagon pass me by, while I was dragging my boycott
Pulling my own weight in stride
It was my choice not to ask for a ride, cuz one at a time
I’d come across those who’ve fallen off and careers died
On the side of the road like no one noticed or thought twice
That you were covered in snow and frost bite
Oh, the irony when karma catches up, taste your own medicine
Means just see where you end up
Where the fuck are they now as time passed
They’re miles back in piles and all I do is smile and laugh
Cuz once it hits November its just another winter
Don’t think I won’t remember who should get the middle finger
Cuz I’ve gone this far and I’ve counted these days
With my soul on this postcard and it found its way
Through the bullshit and politics, in and out of this
From the bottom up, I finished what I started, survived another winter.

Verse 2, first half (B Dolan):

Some heads go blind everytime the sun sets
Feeling the chill of sudden death
They up and run for the West
While we survive these winters of disconnect
Thrive, whither, and die with the sun
surrender to death, then resurrect
with fire on our tongues
And thicker blood
Stubborn as the earth
Waiting for the blizzard to come
Its just a mystery to some
Who feel the cold tell their bones to lay down
Afraid to stay around
They're hopping planes trains and greyhounds
L.A. Bound
The days are shades of grey now
Stay in and pull the shades down
The rain will flood the gutters and slush will suck at our boots
Winter is the curse we shuffle through
Huddled in groups. Growing indestructible roots
And hold mics like they're frozen
I hope the plates don't shift and drop your fragile state into the
ocean
New England patriots!
Its in our nature to resist
That's what the fuck we're known for
Eyes forward til the cold war is over;
Survived another winter.

Verse 2, second half (Alias):

Survived Another Winter
by pinning myself to the frozen ground this time.
syncopated to the sound of falling snow with this rhyme
the constant sunshine of the west made me lose track
eyes toward where the sun rises, so I decided to move back
because I'd rather fill my lungs with chimney smoke
as opposed to California smog that always seemed to make me choke
yeah, yeah...the silence of falling snow, enough to make you deaf
give me overcast days and snow drifts
I wanna watch my breath float away into the sky
season change: two words that I need to live my life by
ask why Jack Frost is my friend again
then pretend that in a couple of months, I won't be climbing up these walls again
but I'll invite the cabin fever in with open arms
nothing else to do but sit and write and set alarms
snowed in, writing new raps, watching snow fall out the studio window
is how I survived another winter.

Verse 3 (Sage Francis):

When the look-alikes insisted that I go west
I didn't book a flight, I shook my right fist full of protest.
I slipped right into the snow vest. Respect the dress code.
We see our own breath when it gets cold. The heart rates get slow.
Every move is purposeful.
The crowd stands with their arms crossed, boss, don't take it personal.
It's grey skies, white lies and black ice.
When the day dies the night time's my afterlife.
I made my sacrifice. I'm not confined to this Island, drifter.
Time shifter. Get the troubles off your mind, sister.
Don't be sensitive. Slip inside a hide that's thicker.
Sure, hide your figure.
Survive a winter wonderland and understand that sometimes we shiver
to stay alive. We don't follow the signs of a quitter.
He's talking with his mouth full. Looking like his eyes were bigger
than his stomach, but fuck it,
because shuckin' and jivin' just does damage to the inside like liquor
inside your liver. Slap me with a parental advisory sticker.
You want constant sunshine? That's a side splitter.
Got no time for punchlines, that's why I'm bitter.
Frostbite sarcasm sealed, signed and delivered.
Don't cry or whimper.
Fight the tide with a counter-current. Never getting swept up by the river.
Keeping sober until it freezes over. Survive another winter.

This post was edited by Gorikain on Jun 13 2009 01:44am

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