‘Dark Side of the Moon’ has to be one of the greatest albums of all time. The mood it sets up is fantastic for relaxing. The lyrics are phenomenal, and that drum sound gets me every time.
I could really put up any “pre-Wall” Floyd, but “Dark Side” is my favourite. I’ve listened to this album on and off since I was 11, and it never fails to mesmerise me.
Us, and them
And after all were only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows its noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end its only round and round.
Havent you heard its a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
Theres room for you inside.I mean, theyre not gunna kill ya, so if you give em a quick short,
Sharp, shock, they wont do it again. dig it? I mean he get off
Lightly, cos I wouldve given him a thrashing – I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really…i mean good manners
Dont cost nothing do they, eh?Down and out
It cant be helped but theres a lot of it about.
With, without.
And wholl deny its what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, its a busy day
Ive got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
Couldn’t find the version from “Still” on Blip… but the original is still a very good song…
She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters
When everything is meaninglessFragile
She doesnt see her beauty
She tries to get away
Sometimes
Its just that nothing seems worth saving
I cant watch her slip awayI wont let you fall apart
She reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by
Hoping someone can see
If I could fix myself id-
But its too late for meI wont let you fall apart
Well find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide
Ill build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
But they keep waiting
And pickingIts something I have to do
I was there, too
Before everything else
I was like you
Something for a nice easy Friday morning. The immortal Bob Dylan….
I went to see Mr. Dylan in Glasgow a few years back and, due to illness and the absolute utter crap sound quality, I walked out less than halfway through. Mr Dylan sat at a piano, and the way the stage was set-up I could only see the top of his hat. His voice was extremely gravelly, and I could barely hear a word that was being sung. Apparently the second night was a million times better, but I still love listening to the man, and even his latest album is amazing!
Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Well, you must tell me, baby
How your head feels under somethin’ like that
Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hatWell, you look so pretty in it
Honey, can I jump on it sometime?
Yes, I just wanna see
If it’s really that expensive kind
You know it balances on your head
Just like a mattress balances
On a bottle of wine
Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hatWell, if you wanna see the sun rise
Honey, I know where
We’ll go out and see it sometime
We’ll both just sit there and stare
Me with my belt
Wrapped around my head
And you just sittin’ there
In your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hatWell, I asked the doctor if I could see you
It’s bad for your health, he said
Yes, I disobeyed his orders
I came to see you
But I found him there instead
You know, I don’t mind him cheatin’ on me
But I sure wish he’d take that off his head
Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hatWell, I see you got a new boyfriend
You know, I never seen him before
Well, I saw him
Makin’ love to you
You forgot to close the garage door
You might think he loves you for your money
But I know what he really loves you for
It’s your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
This track never fails to get my blood pumping…
Bass! How low can you go?
Death row. What a brother knows.
Once again, back is the incredible
the rhyme animal
the incredible D, Public Enemy Number One
“Five-O” said, “Freeze!” and I got numb
Can I tell ‘em that I really never had a gun?
But it’s the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell ’cause my records, they sell
‘Cause a brother like me said, “Well…
…Frarrakhan’s a prophet and I think you ought to listen to
what he can say to you, what you ought to do.”
Follow for now, power of the people, say,
“Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical”
Black is back, all in, we’re gonna win
Check it out, yeah y’all c’mon, here we go againTurn it up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!Never badder than bad ’cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that’s corrupt as a senator
Soul on roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
‘Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I’m saying inside music that the critics are all blasting
me for
They’ll never care for the brothers and sisters
now across the country has us up for the warWe got to demonstrate, come on now, they’re gonna have to wait
Till we get it right
Radio stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black, but we’ll see if they’ll play thisTurn it up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My DJ is warm, he’s X, I call him Norm, ya know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock’n'roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin’, you call a band, man
Makin’ a music, abuse it, but you can’t do it, ya know
You call ‘em demos, but we ride limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run-DMC first said a DJ could be a band
Stand on its feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B. and LL, as well, hell
Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells
Ever forever, universal, it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-itTurn it up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! Bring the noise!From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
“Stan my man, The beat’s the same with a boost toast
Rock with some pizzazz, it will last. Why you ask?
Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as
We got to plead the Fifth, we can investigate
Don’t need to wait, get the record straight
Hey, posse’s in effect, got the Flavor Terminator
X to sign checks, play to get paid
We got to check it out down on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you
Yeah, I’m telling you…