MarcM

I hate to go into all too common territory, but this guy looks like he is "playing a solo"....Just look at his face. Do I even need to mention the arm?

I believe in them and they believe in me. www.coasttocoastam.com

I got my first record at the same time I got my first record player. It was at a St James Episcopal Church rummage sale and I was about 8. The record was "MeetThe Beatles." I wore it out.

I think "Smack My Bitch Up" by Prodigy might scare a girl away. Or not,,,depends on the girl.

Running a close second, "I Want You"- Elvis Costello Oh my baby baby I love you more than I can tell I don't think I can live without you And I know that I never will Oh my baby baby I want you so it scares me to death I can't say anymore than "I love you" Everything else is a waste of breath I want you You've had your fun you don't get well no more I want you Your fingernails go dragging down the wall Be careful darling you might fall I want you I woke up and one of us was crying I want you You said "Young man I do believe you're dying" I want you If you need a second opinion as you seem to do these days I want you You can look in my eyes and you can count the ways I want you Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget I want you Since when were you so generous and inarticulate I want you It's the stupid details that my heart is breaking for It's the way your shoulders shake and what they're shaking for I want you it's knowing that he knows you now after only guessing It's the thought of him undressing you or you undressing I want you He tossed some tattered compliment your way I want you And you were fool enough to love it when he said "I want you" I want you The truth can't hurt you it's just like the dark It scares you witless But in time you see things clear and stark I want you Go on and hurt me then we'll let it drop I want you I'm afraid I won't know where to stop I want you I'm not ashamed to say I cried for you I want you I want to know the things you did that we do too I want you I want to hear he pleases you more than I do I want you I might as well be useless for all it means to you I want you Did you call his name out as he held you down I want you Oh no my darling not with that clown I want you I want you You've had your fun you don't get well no more I want you No-one who wants you could want you more I want you I want you I want you Every night when I go off to bed and when I wake up I want you I'm going to say it once again 'til I instill it I know I'm going to feel this way until you kill it I want you I want you --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lyrics: Holiday In Cambodia So you been to school for a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz On your five grand stereo Braggin that you know how the n*****s feel cold And the slums got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich But your boss gets richer on you Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers til you starve Then your head skewered on a stake Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need my son: Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot [etc.] And it's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul

My dad loved big band and jazz. He had his own big band in the late fourties and they played quite a few gigs. As he reached his 20's, he played jazz. He paid his way through college playing in bars. He played the piano up until 6 months before his death with a bunch of other semi pro guys his age. They always had a great time when they got together, which was monthly. They got gigs too. We had a Dixieland band play at his graveside service. My mom liked the same music my dad did, but also liked The Beatles and Simon and Garfunkle.

I seem to remember "Monkey Man" by The Specials being used in a commercial, but do not remember what they were hawking. Does the song you heard sound like ska?

"Sad songs, they say so much"...Reggie

Thank you, Annabelle, I think I will go check it out!

I like Let It Be. I have not yet heard Let It Be naked... Any thoughts on that cd. I heard that the songs are in the order that The Beatles wanted them in BP (before Phil.)

London Calling-The Clash

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You sound like Zelig! http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086637/

Lyrics for: For What It's Worth There's something happening here What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down There's battle lines being drawn Nobody's right if everybody's wrong Young people speaking their minds Getting so much resistance from behind I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down What a field-day for the heat A thousand people in the street Singing songs and carrying signs Mostly say, hooray for our side It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Paranoia strikes deep Into your life it will creep It starts when you're always afraid You step out of line, the man come and take you away We better stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop, now, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop, children, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down

"Loser" is the song that pops into my head when I think of Beck. I dont have any Beck albums, though. Just the single for "Loser." It's a very catchy song and the lyrics are great! Loser In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey, butane in my veins so I'm out to get the junkie with the plastic eyeballs, spraypaint the vegetables, dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose, kill the headlights and put it in neutral, stockcar flaming with a loser in the cruise control, baby's in Reno with the vitamin D, got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat, someone came sayin' I'm a saint (I'm insane) to complain about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt, don't believe everything that you breathe, you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve, so shave your face with some mace in the dark, saving all your food stamps for burning down the trailer park, yo, cut it Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me, double barrel buckshot, Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me, forces of evil on a bozo nightmare, ban all the music with a phony gas chamber cause one's got a weasel and others got a flag, one's on the pole, shove the other in the bag, with the rerun shows and cocaine nose job, the daytime crap of the folk singers slop, he hung himself with a guitar string, a slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing, I can't write if ya' can't relate, trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate, and my time is a piece of wax, fallen on a termite, who's chokin' on the splinters Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me get crazy with the cheez-wiz, Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me drive, by, body pierce yo bring it on down Soy (em llik uoy t'nod yhw os ybab resol a m'I, rodedrep nu yoS) I'm a driver, I'm a winner things are gonna' change I can feel it Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me I can't believe it Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me Sprechen sie deutsch, baby Soy un perdedor, I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me You know what I'm sayin'

Yes he was. I saw him at Pasadena City College in 1985 and he and his band were amazing. Heard he had a bit of an ego though. I guess a lot of the greats do.

Rodger Daltry's scream after the synth solo in "Wont Get Fooled Again" is my favorite. A classic rock moment, I think.

How about "Dreams" by Van Halen? World turns black and white Pictures in an empty room Your love starts fallin' down Better change your tune Yeah, you reach for the golden ring Reach for the sky Baby, just spread your wings We'll get higher and higher Straight up we'll climb We'll get higher and higher Leave it all behind Run, run, run away Like a train runnin' off the track Got the truth bein' left behind Falls between the cracks Standin' on broken dreams Never losin' sight, ah Well just spread your wings We'll get higher and higher Straight up we'll climb We'll get higher and higher Leave it all behind So baby dry your eyes Save all the tears you've cried Oh, that's what dreams are made of 'Cause we belong in a world that must be strong Oh, that's what dreams are made of Yeah, we'll get higher and higher Straight up we'll climb Higher and higher Leave it all behind Oh, we'll get higher and higher Who knows what we'll find? So baby dry your eyes Save all the tears you've cried Oh, that's what dreams are made of Oh baby, we belong in a world that must be strong Oh, that's what dreams are made of And in the end on dreams we will depend 'Cause that's what love is made of

X-Los Angeles Prounounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Soap.....I would rather remain a lobster. At least they taste good...The highest poster, Muzik Tyme, is rated at "Sea Anemone"...I did not know that the sea anemone was the king o' the sea....go figure.

I think Hitler may have been a little worse than a rapist, with the millions killed and all, but I understand your anger. How about we put the rapist on Hitler's lap...

I read in a review that the writer or director (bad memory) said that the name was taken from "some real guy" he met in New York. The guy must have got it from EC...The guy being interviewed denies knowing anything about Costellos use of the name.

You are started out as a "tadpole" with the hope that you will become addicted to the site and rise up the Songfacts evolutionary scale. It seems like yesterday that I was a tadpole, but look at me now! I am a lobster!! I aspire to become a manatee.