• Mayor of Simpleton
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    Thanks Mongrel!

    I wanted to start this thread, but considering my history it would be a bit too self-indulgent.

    For you:



    Meow!

    GREG
  • Mongrel
    3k
    I wanted to start this thread, but considering my history it would be a bit too self-indulgent.

    For you:
    Mayor of Simpleton

    :D. Love it.

    This is a song I come back to every now and then. It's about how there are multiple words surrounding you at all times. I first heard it on one of the first alternative stations. This station had trouble paying its bills so it disappeared from time to time.. Don't look at the video.. just listen to the song.. if you want to come closer to what it's like in my world :)

    What song would you pick to say something about the world where you spend most of your time?

  • Wosret
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    That's one mighty guy.
  • Mayor of Simpleton
    661
    The guys who gave me my user name:



    Never been near a university,
    Never took a paper or a learned degree,
    And some of your friends think that's stupid of me,
    But it's nothing that I care about.

    Well I don't know how to tell the weight of the sun,
    And of mathematics well I want none,
    And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
    But I know one thing,
    And that's I love you.
    When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
    You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.

    I can't have been there when brains were handed round
    (Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
    Or get past the cover of your books profound,
    (Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
    And some of your friends thinks it's really unsound,
    That you're even seen talking to me.

    Well I don't know how to write a big hit song,
    And all crossword puzzles well I just shun,
    And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
    But I know one thing,
    And that's I love you.

    I'm not proud of the fact that I never learned much,
    Just feel I should say,
    What you get is all real,
    I can't put on an act,
    It takes brains to do that anyway. (And anyway...)

    And I can't unravel riddles, problems and puns,
    And the home computer has me on the run,
    And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
    But I know one thing,
    And that's I love you (I love you).

    If depth of feeling is a currency,
    (Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
    Then I'm the man who grew the money tree,
    (No Chain of Office and no hope of getting one).
    Some of your friends are too brainy to see,
    That they're paupers and that's how they'll stay.

    Well I don't know how many pounds make up a ton,
    Of all the Nobel prizes that I've never won,
    And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
    But I know one thing,
    And that's I love you.

    When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
    You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
    You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
    You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor.
    (Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton.)

    Songwriters: PARTRIDGE, ANDY



    Thanks Andy!!!

    Meow!

    GREG
  • Mayor of Simpleton
    661
    I'll try again, since the last time I linked my video in the wrong thread:



    I wish I'd write a single post as well as these two write a song.

    Maybe one day...

    Meow!

    GREG
  • BC
    13.1k
    Beethoven: Piano Concerto #1 In C, Op. 15 - 3. Rondo: Allegro Scherzando... from a box of Ludvig's piano concerti.
  • invizzy
    149


    This is a song by a friend of mine about house hunting around the northern suburbs of Melbourne, where we live. The video is shot around that part of town too.
  • S
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  • _db
    3.6k
    I f-ing love Foals.

  • Baden
    15.6k


    For @Pneumenon and all those with heavy metal hearts.
  • Jamal
    9.1k
    70s Iranian funk. I'm guessing 1979 put a stop to this sort of thing.

  • Pneumenon
    463
    Was always a black metal guy myself. Still don't mind Iron Maiden or Venom, though. :D
  • _db
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    One of my favorite songs by one of my favorite groups (sadly no longer together). Canopy Shade, by Trophy Wife.

  • BC
    13.1k
    This probably won't appeal to black metal guys, but who knows? Classical Tracks on MN Public Radio this morning featured Louise Dubin, The Franchomme Project (Delos), a disk of rediscovered music by a 19th century cellist and composer. August Franchomme was an orchestral cellist and a chamber musician. He played in the orchestras of all three Parisian opera houses; he was a teacher; and he was appointed solo cellist to the King in 1832. See, I'd like to have a solo cellist on hand too.

    Anyway, this disk of Franchomme's music can be heard at Minnesota Public Radio (for a limited time). Or, try this:

  • ArguingWAristotleTiff
    5k

    Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
    South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio

    Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
    North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe

    Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
    Brando, "The King and I" and "The Catcher in the Rye"

    Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen
    Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye

    We didn't start the fire
    It was always burning
    Since the world's been turning
    We didn't start the fire
    No we didn't light it
    But we tried to fight it...
  • Mayor of Simpleton
    661


    I was sitting, on the roof of my house
    With a shotgun
    And a six pack of beers, six pack of beers, six pack of beers.
    The newscaster says, "The enemy is among us"
    As bombs explode on the 30 bus,
    Kill your middle class indecision,
    Now is not the time for liberal thought,

    So I go hunting for witches
    I go hunting for witches
    Heads are going to roll
    I go hunting for..

    ... I was an ordinary man with ordinary desires
    I watched TV, it informed me
    I was an ordinary man with ordinary desires
    There must be accountability
    Disparate and misinformed
    Fear will keep us all in place

    So I go hunting for witches
    I go hunting for witches
    Heads are going to roll


    Meow!

    GREG
  • _db
    3.6k
    Very peaceful song.

  • BC
    13.1k
    Listening to some Quartetto Gilato -- Border Crossing. Violating borders seems to be in these days, so give it a listen.

  • _db
    3.6k


    :D
  • ArguingWAristotleTiff
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    HQ_Lyrics.jpg
    Finding out that Medicare and Medicade will drain my Dad of his last dollar before he will be eligible for Skilled nursing.
    "Looks like we are in for stormy weather, that ain't no cause to leave, just lie here in my arms, let it wash away the pain, and it feels like rain, it feels like rain...can you feel it?"
  • ArguingWAristotleTiff
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    Buddy_Guy_One_Room_Country_Shack.jpg
    images upload
    I tried but the link is just not working for me.
  • BC
    13.1k


    La Seine est aventureuse
    De Châtillon à Méry,
    Et son humeur voyageuse
    Flâne à travers le pays...
    Elle se fait langoureuse
    De Juvisy à Choisy
    Pour aborder, l'âme heureuse,
    L'amoureux qu'elle a choisi!

    Elle roucoule, coule, coule
    Dès qu'elle entre dans Paris!
    Elle s'enroule, roule, roule
    Autour de ses quais fleuris!
    Elle chante, chante, chante, chante,
    Chante le jour et la nuit,
    Car la Seine est une amante
    Et son amant c'est Paris!

    Elle traîne d'île en île,
    Caressant le Vieux Paris,
    Elle ouvre ses bras dociles
    Au sourire du roi Henri...
    Indifférente aux édiles
    De la mairie de Paris,
    Elle court vers les idylles
    Des amants des Tuileries!

    Elle roucoule, coule, coule
    Du Pont-Neuf jusqu'à Passy!
    Elle est soûle, soûle, soûle
    Au souvenir de Bercy!
    Elle chante, chante, chante, chante,
    Chante le jour et la nuit...
    Si sa marche est zigzaguante
    C'est qu'elle est grise à Paris!

    Mais la Seine est paresseuse,
    En passant près de Neuilly,
    Ah! comme elle est malheureuse
    De quitter son bel ami!
    Dans une étreinte amoureuse
    Elle enlace encore Paris,
    Pour lui laisser, généreuse,
    Une boucle... à Saint-Denis!

    Elle roucoule, coule, coule
    Sa complainte dans la nuit...
    Elle roule, roule, roule
    Vers la mer où tout finit...
    Elle chante, chante, chante, chante,
    Chante l'amour de Paris!
    Car la Seine est une amante
    Et Paris dort dans son lit!
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