She surely TCB (made this one all her own). :fire:

What you want
Baby, I got it
What you need
Do you know I got it?

All I'm askin'
Is for a little respect
When you come home
(just a little bit)
Hey, baby
(just a little bit)
When you get home
(just a little bit)
Mister
(just a little bit)

I ain't gonna do you wrong
While you're gone
Ain't gonna do you wrong
'Cause I don't wanna

All I'm askin'
Is for a little respect
When you come home
(just a little bit)
Baby
(just a little bit)
When you get home
(just a little bit)
Yeah
(just a little bit)

I'm about to give you all of my money
And all I'm askin' in return, honey
Is to give me my propers
When you get home

(just a, just a, just a, just a)
Yeah, baby
(just a, just a, just a, just a)
When you get home
(just a little bit)
Yeah
(just a little bit)

Ooh, your kisses
Sweeter than honey
And guess what?
So is my money

All I want you to do for me
Is give it to me when you get home
(re, re, re ,re)
Yeah, baby
(re, re, re ,re)
Whip it to me
(respect, just a little bit)
When you get home, now
(just a little bit)

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Take care, TCB

Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me
Sock it to me, sock it to me)
A little respect
(sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)
Whoa, babe
(just a little bit)
A little respect
(just a little bit)

I get tired
(just a little bit)
Keep on tryin'
(just a little bit)
You're runnin' out of foolin'
(just a little bit)
And I ain't lyin'
(just a little bit)

(re, re, re, re) 'spect
When you come home
(re, re, re, re)
Or you might walk in
(respect, just a little bit)
And find out I'm gone
(just a little bit)
I got to have
(just a little bit)

"Respect" (2:29)
I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You, 1967
writer Otis Redding (d. 1967)
performer Aretha Franklin

Sorry, didn't see that in time. I wish Brexit could be solved with music. You Brits have given the world tons of great musicians and songs. The Beatles were only the beginning... So here's just a few random British songs that have brighten my live over the years.







and a word of wisdom from Mick:

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin...
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the Mom's and Brad's are away

To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

At the center of the Earth, in the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is, but what a shame
'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much but it only confirmed that
The center of the earth is the end of the world
And I could really care less

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care (etc.)

Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave

We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia
Land of make-believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make-believe
And it don't believe
And I don't care!

Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying...
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist

So I run, I run away
To the lights of masochists
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time!

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah, you're leaving home..

Sorry, didn't see that in time. I wish Brexit could be solved with music — Olivier5

That's OK - the rage I felt that day I knew would not last but it didn't go gently.
It's been building up and the dam burst...

Thanks for all the music. It helps with perspective. Some have even more reason to be angry given their circumstances. The homeless.

To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist — Olivier5

Echoes - Pink Floyd

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBca3xf-j3o

Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb toward the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance, two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can?

And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday
You fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

My mama told me these days would surely come
But I wouldn't listen to her,
said I've got to have some fun...

"Done Somebody Wrong" (2:20)
A-side single, 1960
Elmore James

*

One of these days,
I'm going to cut you
into
little
pieces

"One of These Days" (5:57)
Meddle, 1971
Pink Floyd

On the first beat of the waltz
All alone you smile already
On the first beat of the waltz
I am alone but I can see you
And Paris who beats the tempo
Paris who measures our emotion
And Paris who beats the tempo
Whispers to me, whispers softly
A waltz with three beats
Which still offers the time
Which gives itself the time
To offer itself detours
On the side of love
How charming it is
A waltz with four beats
It is much less dancing
It is much less dancing
But just as charming
As a three-beat waltz
A four-beat waltz
A waltz at twenty / with twenty beats
It is much more troubling
It is much more troubling
But much more charming
Than a three-beat waltz
A waltz at twenty / with twenty beats
A waltz with a hundred beats
A waltz in a hundred years
A waltz you can hear
At each crossroads
In Paris that love
Freshens up in the spring
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz that took the time
To wait for twenty years
For you to be twenty
And for me to be twenty
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz with a thousand beats
Offers alone to the lovers
Three hundred and thirty-three times the time
To build a novel

On the second beat of the waltz
We are two, you are in my arms
On the second beat of the waltz
We both count, one two three, one two three
And Paris who beats the tempo
Paris measures our emotion
And Paris beats the tempo
We go hum, hum already
On the third beat of the waltz
We waltz finally all three
On the third beat of the waltz
There's you, there's love and there's me
And Paris who beats the tempo
Paris who measures our emotion
And Paris who beats the tempo
Let finally burst out its joy
A waltz with three beats
Which still gives itself the time
Who still has the time
To offer itself detours
On the side of love
How charming it is
A waltz with four beats
It is much less dancing
It is much less dancing
But just as charming
As a three-beat waltz
A four-beat waltz
A waltz at twenty / with twenty beats
It is much more troubling
It is much more troubling
But much more charming
Than a three-beat waltz
A waltz at twenty / with twenty beats
A waltz with a hundred beats
A waltz in a hundred years
A waltz you can hear
At each crossroads
In Paris that love
Freshens up in the spring
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz with a thousand times
A waltz that took the time
To wait for twenty years
For you to be twenty
And me to be twenty
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz with a thousand times
Offers alone to the lovers
Three hundred and thirty-three times the time
To build a novel

(Thank you DeepL)

Now for an Italian entry, very folkish which is rare in these parts, by Edoardo Bennato. About Utopia I guess.


Second star on the right, this is the path
And then straight until the morning
Then you'll find the road by yourself
It leads to the island that isn't

Maybe this will seem strange to you
But reason has got you carried away a little
And now you are almost convinced that
There cannot exist an island that isn't

And to think about it, what madness
It's a fairy tale, just a fantasy
And who is wise, who is mature knows
It cannot exist in reality

I agree with you, there is no land
Where there are no saints nor heroes
And if there are no thieves, if there's never war
Perhaps it is precisely the island that isn't

And it is not an invention
And not even a play on words
If you believe it, that's enough for you because
Then you can find the road by yourself

I agree with you, no thieves and no gendarmes
What kind of island is this?
No hatred, no violence, no soldiers, no weapons
Perhaps it is precisely the island that isn't

Second star on the right, this is the path
And then straight until the morning
You can't go wrong, because
It's the island that isn't

And they'll make fun of you if you keep looking for it
But don't give up, because
Who has already given up and laughs behind your back
Maybe is even crazier than you are

You want to see this till the end.

:naughty: :fire: :clap:

:point: And these ...

My favorite song by Otomo Yoshihide:

"Eureka (Live In Lisbon)" by Otomo Yoshihide's New Jazz Quintet

If you think that it's too repetitive, then, you just didn't get it.

NB: "happiness" (eudaimonia) <— ek-stasis, numinous events / encounters, ja-sagen, jouissance, joy, unselfing ... (not mere contentment, safety, etc)



[chorus 6x]

Clap along
if you feel
like a room without a roof

(Because I'm happy)

Clap along
if you feel
like happiness is the truth

(Because I'm happy)

Clap along
if you know
what happiness is to you

(Because I'm happy)

Clap along
if you feel
like that's what you wanna do

"Happy" (3:63)
Girl, 2013
Pharrell Williams

I am indebted to you for those Rage Against the Machine clips. I never listened to them much before. Keep them coming.

Beethoven's Hymn to Joy, by the Red Army Choir:

Also, should that plan never get off the ground, there's always Baroque Shoegaze, which is kinda already just Galaxie 500, Postmodern Punk, which is kinda already just Marnie Stern, and Dream Rock, which is a hypothetical genre that I created for Tellurian consisting of a band led with a synth player and jazz flutist, a second guitarist with a silver Gibson hollowbody, a Fender Twin Reverb and a Tone Master headstock, a first guitarist with a gold Gibson Les Paul, a Marshall half-stack and Marshall headstock, a bassist with a tea-burst Fender Jazz bass and whatever amp, and drummer with kind of a lot of cymbals. It's only hypothetically deep, but it'll do.

That's definitely all that I came back for.

Again, ☮!

:up:

Rereading this thread ...



"Guerrilla Radio" (3:26)
The Battle of Los Angeles, 1999
Rage Against the Machine

Rereading this thread ... — 180 Proof

:-) That's something I do too: post here a song brought to mind by a discussion on another thread.

R.E.M. - Everybody Hurts (Official Music Video)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rOiW_xY-kc

Everybody Hurts
R.E.M.
When your day is long
And the night, the night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough
Of this life, well hang on

Don't let yourself go
'Cause everybody cries
Everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along

When your day is night alone (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go (hold on)
If you think you've had too much
Of this life, well hang on

'Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts

Don't throw your hand, oh no
Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone
No, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much
Of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody cries
Everybody hurts, sometimes

And everybody hurts sometimes
So hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on

Everybody hurts

Songwriters: Peter Lawrence Buck, William Thomas Berry, John Michael Stipe, Michael Edward Mills
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch

George Harrison - All Things Must Pass (2020 Mix / Audio)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWV4pFV5nX4

Sunrise doesn't last all morning
A cloudburst doesn't last all day
Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away

Sunset doesn't last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
None of life's strings can last
So, I must be on my way
And face another day

Now the darkness only stays the night-time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away

"Does Not Suffice" by Joanna Newsom

I wrote this expressionist folk album:

Where I Have Found You Now

It's no good, as I can't sing, but it's kind of a bit deeper than almost all Folk musicians excluding Bob Dylan. I have kind of complex over not being able to sing, which plays into everything else. It's just what it is, though.

There exists not the "indie" bosh to follow that with. Let us proceed, however, with "The Ballad of El Goodo", with nothing else to proceed from.

Yeah, man, a lonely hipster has just claimed his right over prostitution, that of it being safe, which, should you deny, you will find yourself in conflict with.

It's the first track. Don't fuck with us.

It doesn't exist, y'know. The "song of storms"...It just doesn't exist.

We have the godsend and..., well, we have the godsend.

What about "Box of Rain", though, can you really contend with "Box of Rain"?

Okay, but "pretty, witty, and white". Where're we going?

I beg to differ.

It's not that the primary targets of misogyny are feminists who deviate from the social norm: it's that the primary targets of the sex trade are those who don't.

I mean, y'know, what "false consciousness: is and what false consciousness does...