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What are you listening to now?

Started by Sandy Eggo, December 27, 2006, 10:44:19 PM

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Da Wham

 :biggrin:

Primus - Lee Van Cleef

Got a badge, a Red Rider at Rocket Camp out at (?Nohack?) Peak
Lookin' for jailbirds left and right tryin'a knock 'em up out the trees
Everybody I know's watchin' Clint, we all like watchin' Clint
Hi Hi Hi Hiii
All the li'l Snaps wanna be like Clint; they all wanna be like Clint
But I wanna be like Lee Van Cleef; ya know I wanna be like Lee
Whatever happened to Lee Van Cleef; whatever happened to Lee?

A yellow Studebaker with a 302, I see the GREEN NAUGAHYDE
He put a coupla dings in that pick-up truck, a few more dents in his pride
At Hilltop Drive-In they're watchin' Clint; they all like watchin' Clint
Hi Hi Hi Hiii
All the babies scream they wanna see ol' Clint; they all wanna see ol'
Clint
But I wanna see Lee Van Cleef; ya know I'd like to see ol' Lee
Whatever happened to Lee Van Cleef; whatever happened to Lee?

(Just a lil ol' tease o' Ler...)

Now the Studebaker's gone, Lee's passed on, Clint's still sharp as can be
Hilltop Drive-In is an Auto Mall, but no one's built over Lee
He'll get a kick outta watchin' Clint, we all get a kick outta Clint
Hi Hi Hi Hiii
But Lee never been none quite like Clint, there's really only one Clint
But I really did like Lee Van Cleef; I sure did really like Lee
Whatever happened to Lee Van Cleef; whatever happened to Lee?

(Now for the full Ler experience...)

We still get a kick outta watchin' Clint; we all get a kick outta Clint
Hi Hi Hi Hiii
There ain't never been one quite like Clint, there's really only one Clint
I always did like Lee Van Cleef; always did like Lee
Nobody's steely like Lee Van Cleef. Whatever happened to Lee?
Whatever happened to Lee Van Cleef? Don't forget about Lee





Da Wham



libby

All of life is a process of testing and initiation, always preparing for a higher level of consciousness -- and illumination. -- John Horn


libby

 :clap: :music1: Loved it! What a great band! I haven't listened to Springsteen in quite a while. There's an article about him in today's Washington Post (FREE for ALL page), written by a member of the E Street Band:

How the Boss maximizes spontaneity

Published: April 6, 2012

Your March 31 Style article "The Boss rocks out with a teleprompter. Can you roll with it?" left out some important points.

On the last E Street Band tour ("Working on a Dream"), we played 192 different songs. Dozens of those songs were from request signs that Bruce Springsteen would collect from the audience and dump in front of the drum riser. He would then rifle through them, sailing them around him until he found a song to attempt — much like a college kid rummaging through a pile of dirty laundry in search of one clean shirt.

Many songs were covers we had never performed live. Ever! He would show us the sign and then immediately "frisbee" it down the stairs to the teleprompter crew to surf the Net and find the lyrics while we all talked up a quick arrangement at his microphone, knowing he'd be counting it off in 20 seconds.

Many of those audibles were Bruce songs unrehearsed or played in years or decades. These audibles, enhanced by our collective musical memory, hand signals and teleprompter, allow for those ambitious, ad lib moments and an inspired, musical recklessness I believe is unique to our shows.

These points might have brought some additional perspective to your article. In our case, the teleprompter has a much more ambitious use and purpose than your article indicated.

Nils Lofgren, Darnestown
The writer is a member of the E Street Band.

© The Washington Post Company

All of life is a process of testing and initiation, always preparing for a higher level of consciousness -- and illumination. -- John Horn



Henry Hawk

I just listened to Don Mcleans "American Pie"
Now, I know it is about Buddy Holly's death...but those words are either REALLY deep or just plain goofy.  I think Mclain is probably very very deep and emotional with this song...but to read those words make one wonder, just how he came up with them...

Not knocking it at all, just an obseration...

A long long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
...

So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Now, for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the Jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh and while the king was looking down
The Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
Landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
they were singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
"The heart of the wise inclines to the right, but the heart of the fool to the left."
Ecclesiastes 10:2 - It all makes sense to me now...


"The future ain't what it used to be."– Yogi Berra

"Square roots are rarely found on any plant." FTW

Bo D

Quote from: Henry Hawk on April 27, 2012, 09:37:14 AM
I just listened to Don Mcleans "American Pie"
Now, I know it is about Buddy Holly's death...but those words are either REALLY deep or just plain goofy.  I think Mclain is probably very very deep and emotional with this song...but to read those words make one wonder, just how he came up with them...

Not knocking it at all, just an obseration...


Saw him in a live concert on TV the other night. He looked and sounded terrible. I hate it when old rockers never come out with any new stuff and just go around singing their same two or three hits for 40 years.

Anyway, I tend to agree with you.
"Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former."  Carl Sagan