Mr. Musicface Posted September 22, 2004 Report Share Posted September 22, 2004 "St. Augustine In Hell" by Sting, particularly the spoken word breakdown part:Relax, have a cigar, make yourself at home. Hell is full of high court judges, failed saints. We've got Cardinals, Archbishops, barristers, certified accountants, music critics, they're all here. You're not alone, you're never alone. Not here you're not. Okay, break's over!Peace,- Mr. M. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Schwa. Posted September 22, 2004 Report Share Posted September 22, 2004 Tears of a Clown - Smokey Robinson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
zero Posted September 22, 2004 Author Report Share Posted September 22, 2004 That last one I can relate to. That and the Great Pretender. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Schwa. Posted September 22, 2004 Report Share Posted September 22, 2004 How about this one: Banana Phone! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MarcO Posted September 22, 2004 Report Share Posted September 22, 2004 "Oooops! I Did It Again!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MarcO Posted September 22, 2004 Report Share Posted September 22, 2004 or, "Careless Whispers" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shitidiot Posted September 22, 2004 Report Share Posted September 22, 2004 You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking And after a while, you can work on points for style Like the club tie, and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye and an easy smile You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to So that when they turn their backs on you You'll get the chance to put the knife in You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder It's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south Hide your head in the sand Just another sad old man All alone and dying of cancer And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around So have a good drown, as you go down alone Dragged down by the stone I gotta adfmit that I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner And everything's done under the sun And you believe at heart everyone's a killer Who was born in a house full of pain Who was trained not to spit in the fan Who was told what to do by the man Who was broken by trained personnel Who was fitted with collar and chain Who was given a pat on the back Who was breaking away from the pack Who was only a stranger at home Who was ground down in the end Who was found dead on the phone Who was dragged down by the stone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr. Musicface Posted September 22, 2004 Report Share Posted September 22, 2004 Good call shitidiot, but actually I think another song from that album would be Zero's tribute to the rest of humanity: Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away; Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air. You better watch out, There may be dogs about I’ve looked over jordan, and I have seen Things are not what they seem. What do you get for pretending the danger’s not real. Meek and obedient you follow the leader Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel. What a surprise! A look of terminal shock in your eyes. Now things are really what they seem. No, this is no bad dream. The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want He makes me down to lie Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by. With bright knives he releaseth my soul. He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places. He converteth me to lamb cutlets, For lo, he hath great power, and great hunger. When cometh the day we lowly ones, Through quiet reflection, and great dedication Master the art of karate, Lo, we shall rise up, And then we’ll make the bugger’s eyes water. Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream. Wave upon wave of demented avengers March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream. Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead! You better stay home And do as you’re told. Get out of the road if you want to grow old. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bokonon Posted September 22, 2004 Report Share Posted September 22, 2004 "it's not unusual" by tom jones Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
phishin4groove Posted September 23, 2004 Report Share Posted September 23, 2004 relaxation station ~~ K.Williams Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
guigsy Posted September 23, 2004 Report Share Posted September 23, 2004 merry christmas, sgt. kraulis - martin tielli. hey luke, were you at the show last year, oct. 1, when his band played the e-bar in guelph? one of my best musical experiences of 2003 for sure. "make me invisible, you fu©ker!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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