Long time, no hear...

[LooseTooth]

My brother's a BIG fan of Rush. I'd wake every morning to the sounds of "Tom Sawyer" blasting from his stereo.

They're hard to match

 

[jazz lady]

They're hard to match

Very true. We tried to get tickets for one of their concerts in Richmond while I was staying with him for awhile (late 70's/early 80's) and had no luck.

 

[LooseTooth]

Should have slept in the parking lot like I used to

Her's one more...


"A Passage To Bangkok"

Our first stop is in Bogota
To check Colombian fields
The natives smile and pass along
A sample of their yield
Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams
Golden Acapulco nights
Then Morocco, and the East
Fly by morning light

[Chorus:]
We're on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best

Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon
We burn the midnight oil
The fragrance of Afghanistan
Rewards a long day's toil
Pulling into Katmandu
Smoke rings fill the air
Perfumed by a Nepal night
The Express gets you there

[Chorus]

 

[meangirl]

Rob Thomas did this one with Santana. This video is where he met his wife. That lucky chick!


Santana

Smooth


Man it's a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whispering the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My muñequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
You're my reason for reason
The step in my groove

And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better sooth your mood
'Cause you're so smooth

And it's just like the ocean under the moon
Oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah
Gimme your heart, make it real
Or let's forget about it

I'll tell you one thing
If you would leave it would be a crying shame
In every breath and every word
I hear your name calling me out
Out from the barrio
you hear my rhythm on your radio
You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow
Turning you round and round

And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better sooth your mood
’Cause you're so smooth

And it's just like the ocean under the moon
oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin’ that can be so smooth, yeah
Gimme your heart, make it real
Or let's forget about it

And it's just like the ocean under the moon
oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin’ that can be so smooth, yeah
Gimme your heart, make it real
Or else forget about it

Or else forget about it
Or let’s forget about it
Let’s don’t forget about it
Gimme your heart, make it real
Let’s don’t forget about anything
Let’s don’t forget about anything
Let’s don’t forget about anything
Let’s don’t forget about anything
Let’s don’t forget about it

 

[jazz lady]

more rush...

Begin the day
With a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays that song that’s so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood

Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact
In your happy solitude

Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price ---
Almost free...

All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted
It’s really just a question
Of your honesty

One likes to believe
In the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion
Of integrity

For the words of the profits
Are written on the studio wall,
Concert hall ---
Echoes with the sounds...
Of salesmen.

 

[meangirl]

One of my favorite all time live bands. They would always start out their tours in my hometown of Pensacola, FL. I'd camp out to get tickets and make a party out of it with a few friends.

This one's is for me, cause I'm working right now- and there's no end in sight...

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I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin'
Yes, I'm workin' all the time

:guitar: :guitar: :guitar: :guitar: :guitar:

Hope the work eases up soon!

 

[tomchamp]

Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown

Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone

Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone

Subdivisions -
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions -
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth

Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night

Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight

Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights...

 

[jazz lady]

Rob Thomas did this one with Santana. This video is where he met his wife. That lucky chick!


Santana

Smooth


And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better sooth your mood
'Cause you're so smooth

This is one of my all time FAVORITE songs. I play it QUITE often on the jukebox in the bars. All my friends play it for me, too.

 

[LooseTooth]

Glad to see you take the time to actually read my posts Jazz

Begin the day with a friendly voice
A companion unobtrusive
Plays the song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood

Off on your way, hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude

[Chorus:]
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

All this machinery making modern music
Can still be open hearted
Not so coldly charted
It's really just a question of your honesty, yeah
Your honesty
One likes to believe in the freedom of music
But glittering prizes and endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity

[Chorus]

For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds of salesmen

 

[jazz lady]

Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights...

Another great song by Rush!

 

[jazz lady]

Glad to see you take the time to actually read my posts Jazz

Oops. I missed it. I have a couple of browser windows open and a slow-azz dial-up connection to help confuse me.

 

[LooseTooth]

Hope the work eases up soon!

Tanks there Meanie. I made a lot more work for myself today by solving a major mystery. Now I have to put it in our report

Looks good on me though! I have every one here fooled into thinking I'm really smart

 

[meangirl]

This is one of my all time FAVORITE songs. I play it QUITE often on the jukebox in the bars. All my friends play it for me, too.

This is one of my favorites too Jazz! Have you seen Rob's new look? The almost shaved head? He looked so much better with hair. He's still WAY HOT though!

 

[meangirl]

Tanks there Meanie. I made a lot more work for myself today by solving a major mystery. Now I have to put it in our report

Looks good on me though! I have every one here fooled into thinking I'm really smart

OMG, how in the world did YOU accomplish that?
You know I'm kidding LT!

 

[LooseTooth]

OMG, how in the world did YOU accomplish that?
You know I'm kidding LT!

I nod knowingly at all the right times during group meetings.

I say things like, "I'm in agreement, we need to do further analysis. Is there any fresh coffee?"

It's working great so far!

Night peeps. I gotz to go get serious.

 

[jazz lady]

This is one of my favorites too Jazz! Have you seen Rob's new look? The almost shaved head? He looked so much better with hair. He's still WAY HOT though!

Yes, I saw it and I'm not fond of the new look, but he's still sexy as all get out.

I bought his new album "...something to be" a couple of weeks ago and it's awesome!

 

[jazz lady]

Night peeps. I gotz to go get serious.

'Night, LT. I remember working nights and you have my sympathy.

 

[meangirl]

Yes, I saw it and I'm not fond of the new look, but he's still sexy as all get out.

I bought his new album "...something to be" a couple of weeks ago and it's awesome!

I bought it right after you did Jazz...after you posted in another thread about how awesome it was.

 

[jazz lady]

listening to some r.e.m. now...

What’s the frequency, kenneth? is your benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I’d pegged you an idiot’s dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider’s screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh

I’d studied your cartoons, radio, music, tv, movies, magazines
Richard said, withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

What’s the frequency, kenneth? is your benzedrine, uh-huh
Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
I never understood, don’t f*** with me, uh-huh

 

[meangirl]

I love me some REM.... Here is my favorite...


"Man On The Moon"

Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.

Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.

Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling [wrestling bears]. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.