title says it all

post a piece of music (or a song) that makes you think, "wow, it's almost as if they wrote that piece for me " or "wow, that music/song/melody suits my mood/character perfectly, that's me"

another way to know each other. This could be interesting, I wanna see your choices

this melody perfectly defines me: funky, greasy, straight to the point. This piece inexplicably pops out everytime I enter a crowded room, lol

[Edited 7/28/11 15:20pm]

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late

If you got the money for a rehab cure
You ain't got a problem you can't afford
I was very nearly clean you know
Cos I only had twelve steps to go

The only time I'm drink and drug free
Is when I don't have to pay for what I need
That's rare indeed

If your willpower's weak temptation's strong
Lord knows how we're going to get along
But the worst thing about your kind of disease
is you know who can charge whatever she pleases ?
It's 28 days for 13 grand
Better go get myself and insurance plan
She's my man ?

I ain't got to where I'm going to
by hanging round with people like you
But then again I ain't never got
anywhere I wanted to get to

I ain't got to where I'm going to
by hanging round with people ain't my friends
But then again I ain't never got
anywhere I wanted in the end

If you got the money for me how come
You ain't got a problem you can't afford
I was very nearly clean you know
Cos I only had twelve steps to go

The only time I'm drink and drug free
Is when I get my drugs and drink for free
That's the mean

If your willpower's weak temptation's strong
Lord knows how we're going to get along
And I don't think I'm gonna find Jesus Christ
So I'd rather spend my cash on vice

28 days for 13 grand
Better go get myself an insurance plan
She's my man

Do some knitting, get some rest
Group therapy gets me depressed
You might get banned if you relapse,
We'll take you back when you got some cash

You're just as likely to find inner peace
by buying your stuff from off the street,
come on, come on

This first time I heard this song I broke into tears, although it fits into a much more complex concept album on it's own this song related in every way to my struggles with my family as a gay adolesent, my feelings about God and the guilt of being raised Catholic.

my jail shoes on
the well kept cemetery lawn
both of them weeping
their once good son now was gone
the irony to see my dad down on his knees
crying out to jesus
but lord i've always done what's right
and all the while
the good lord smiled
and looked the other way

when we were kids
I did my best to make them proud
it just wasn't in me
I could not fly straight to save my life
and all the while
the good lord smiled
and looked the other way

their big success is now their biggest failure
their golden child has been dethroned
their reputation is now in ruins
their tower to heaven has come tumbling down
and all the while
the good lord smiles
and looks the other way

TheDigitalGardener said:

Wow that is spectacular,

You just made me a fan.

Timmy84 said:

Prince- Letitgo

All my life I've kept my feelings deep inside

Never was a reason to let somebody know....

But now I've got to letitgo

Lay back and let the vibe just flow

I wanna just letitgo

Lay back and let my feelings show

I'm ready for the real

All my life this hear's been under lock and key

My curtains were drawn. There wasn't nobody home

Trigger here, trigger there- everybody's high except for me

Better off dead if I couldn't be alone

EDIT: Forgot the rule about Prince vids.

[Edited 7/28/11 18:37pm]

CREEP

Radiohead

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out the door
She's running out
She runs runs runs

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

[Edited 7/28/11 18:51pm]

SUPRMAN said:

CREEP

Radiohead

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out the door
She's running out
She runs runs runs

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

[Edited 7/28/11 18:51pm]

I don't think you're a creep

Such a classic though.

SUPRMAN said:

CREEP

Radiohead

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out the door
She's running out
She runs runs runs

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

[Edited 7/28/11 18:51pm]

I love this song.

RKJCNE said:

SUPRMAN said:

CREEP

Radiohead

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out the door
She's running out
She runs runs runs

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

[Edited 7/28/11 18:51pm]

I don't think you're a creep

Such a classic though.

But the writer aspires to be more than he ever thinks he can be.

He wants to be worthy of the object of his affection. By comparison, he's a creep.

He would do anything, but she runs away. My dreams . . . .

SUPRMAN said:

RKJCNE said:

I don't think you're a creep

Such a classic though.

But the writer aspires to be more than he ever thinks he can be.

He wants to be worthy of the object of his affection. By comparison, he's a creep.

He would do anything, but she runs away. My dreams . . . .

I have so been there.

all i wonder
i would trade for
all i hold
hold my hand
and i'll be happy
to grow old
all i've
squandered
i would trade for
all i've sold
take one hand
and with the other
let me go

will the moon on a
dark sea raze a
way for me ?

i need your faith
to wander....

..........anyway
I DONT KNOW
WHAT YOU
WANT
BUT YOU DONT
KNOW WHAT
YOU WANT
ANYWAY
AND YOU DONT
KNOW WHAT I
WANT
BUT I DONT
WANT WHAT I
WANTED
YESTERDAY

what day is it
anyway?
has something
changed?
i'm going
away......

AND I DONT
KNOW WHO
YOU ARE
BUT YOU DONT
KNOW WHO
YOU ARE
ANYWAY
AND YOU DONT
KNOW WHO I AM
BUT I AM NOT
WHAT I WAS
YESTERDAY

what day is it
anyway?
has something
changed?
i gotta get away.

what day is it
anyway?
has nothing
changed?
i'm going away....

PDogz said:

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late

Oh no! MY song too! Even the Linda Ronstandt version!

[Edited 7/29/11 1:36am]

JoeTyler said:

title says it all

post a piece of music (or a song) that makes you think, "wow, it's almost as if they wrote that piece for me " or "wow, that music/song/melody suits my mood/character perfectly, that's me"

another way to know each other. This could be interesting, I wanna see your choices

this melody perfectly defines me: funky, greasy, straight to the point. This piece inexplicably pops out everytime I enter a crowded room, lol

[Edited 7/28/11 15:20pm]

The whole Crocodile Dundee soundtrack is brilliant.

wildgoldenhoney said:

PDogz said:

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late

Oh no! MY song too! Even the Linda Ronstandt version!

Gotta give it up for Linda Ronstadt! Quite literally; a LIVING legend!

And on those rare days when my mojo is working:

I hope that no one here feels that this song defines them:

This is one of the songs that I feel most connected to

stand up
you've got to manage
i won't sympathize
anymore

and if you complain once more
you'll meet an army of me

you're allright
there's nothing wrong
self-sufficience please!
and get to work

and if you complain once more
you'll meet an army of me

you're on your own now
we won't save you
your rescue-squad
is too exhausted

and if you complain once more
you'll meet an army of me

One Two Three Four!
Feelin' sorry
Feelin' sad
So many ugly people
I feel bad
I'm so cute
They're so homely
Some of them
At home 'n' lonely
Wish they could be
Very cute like me
But they will never
Get to be
Some folks got it
Some folks don't
Some so ugly
They never won't
Everybody
See his hair
See his clothes
I'm sure you care
Terry Ted
Is really sweet
Watch the way he keep the beat

Sweet as honey
He's a piece of cake
From the ginseng root
'N'stuff he take
Vitamin E
'N' all the B's
He's so cool he'll make you freeze
Make you freeze
Make you freeze
Excuse me please
Step aside
I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna strut
I'm gonna slide
Hey, ugly folks,
Go get some cyanide
An' die DIE DIE DIE DIE

A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-ren-nen-nen-uh-rennda
A-ren-nen-nen-ah-ren-nen-nen
A-rennda-rennda-rahhh

Ugly is bad
And bad is wrong
And wrong is sinful
And sin leads to eternal damnation
An' hot burnin' fire
Hot burnin'fire
Hot burnin' fire
Hot burnin' fire
Screams of agony
Screams of agony
Screams of agony
Screams of agony
Arrrrrrrghhhhhhh!
One Two Three Four
I'm so cute!
I'm so cute!
I'm so cute!
I'm so cute!

^ No, you are not.

[Edited 7/29/11 8:05am]

Tortilla said:

This is my angry dancing in underwear after shower song.

rialb said:

^ No, you are not.

[Edited 7/29/11 8:05am]

No??

Emancipation89 said:

rialb said:

^ No, you are not.

[Edited 7/29/11 8:05am]

No??

Sigh, you know I can't resist those eyes. OK, maybe you are so cute.

As with my taste in music, i'm not stuck in one bag.
I can go from cool & cerebral to wild & crazy.


Quincy Jones...



...Killer Joe


Jimi Hendrix...



...If 6 Was 9


Yeah, sing the song, Bro'

If the sun refuse to shine
I don't mind, I don't mind
If the mountains fell in the sea
Let it be, it ain't me

Got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you

Now if 6 turned out to be 9
I don't mind, I don't mind
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
I don't care, I don't care

Dig, 'cause I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you

White collared conservative flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me
They're hoping soon my kind'll drop and die
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high

Wave on, wave on

Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go ahead on Mr. Business Man, you can't dress like me

Don't nobody know what i'm talkin' about
I got my own life to live
I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die
So let me live my life, the way I want to

Sing on brother, play on drummer

Music for adventurous listeners

tA

Tribal Records

Yall complex guys

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