Thanks Mongrel!

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

For you:



Meow!

GREG

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?

That's one mighty guy.

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

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

Beethoven: Piano Concerto #1 In C, Op. 15 - 3. Rondo: Allegro Scherzando... from a box of Ludvig's piano concerti.

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.

I f-ing love Foals.

For @Pneumenon and all those with heavy metal hearts.

70s Iranian funk. I'm guessing 1979 put a stop to this sort of thing.

Was always a black metal guy myself. Still don't mind Iron Maiden or Venom, though. :D

One of my favorite songs by one of my favorite groups (sadly no longer together). Canopy Shade, by Trophy Wife.

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:

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...

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

Very peaceful song.

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

:D

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?"

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I tried but the link is just not working for me.

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!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwSZvHqf9qM