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It's a country girl kinda mornin...
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still love this song and video :)
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4-wheelin? fishin? camping? Hell to the yeah!!!!
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Hurricane -Thirty Seconds to Mars (Uncensored Director's Cut)
This is NOT for the squeamish or easily offended. There is some graphic imagery (sex, violence, BDSM content) here that even made me go "Whoa!" at times, so be forewarned if you decide to take a look!
If you're daring though, ENJOY! Hurricane (This is War) - Thirty Seconds to Mars: http://www.vevo.com/watch/thirty-sec...t/USVI31000069 The promises we made were not enough |
earth wind & fire (playlist)
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A smooth evening ...
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Just followin' my arrow.
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My favorite Richie Havens song....
RIP Richie. We're going to miss you, buddy!!! (f) Follow -- Richie Havens Let the river rock you like a cradle Climb to the treetops, child, if you're able Let your hands tie a knot across the table. Come and touch the things you cannot feel. And close your fingertips and fly where I can't hold you Let the sun-rain fall and let the dewy clouds enfold you And maybe you can sing to me the words I just told you, If all the things you feel ain't what they seem. And don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream. The mocking bird sings each different song Each song has wings - they won't stay long. Do those who hear think he's doing wrong? While the church bell tolls its one-note song And the school bell is tinkling to the throng. Come here where your ears cannot hear. And close your eyes, child, and listen to what I'll tell you Follow in the darkest night the sounds that may impel you And the song that I am singing may disturb or serve to quellyou If all the sounds you hear ain't what they seem, Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream The rising smell of fresh-cut grass Smothered cities choke and yell with fuming gas I hold some grapes up to the sun And their flavour breaks upon my tongue. With eager tongues we taste our strife And fill our lungs with seas of life. Come taste and smell the waters of our time. And close your lips, child, so softly I might kiss you, Let your flower perfume out and let the winds caress you. As I walk through the garden, I am hoping I don't miss you If all the things you taste ain't what they seem, Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream . The sun and moon both arise And we'll see them soon through days and nights But now silver leaves are mirrors, bring delights. And the colours of your eyes are fiery bright, While darkness blinds the skies with all its light. Come see where your eyes cannot see. And close your eyes, child, and look at what I'll show you; Let your mind go reeling out and let the breezes blow you, And maybe when we meet then suddenly I will know you. If all the things you see ain quote t what they seem, Then don't mind me 'cos I ain't nothin' but a dream . And you can follow; And you can follow; follow... (f) ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
A song for all time....
What's Going On -- Richie Havens Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother Far too many of you dying You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today Father, father We don't need to escalate War is not the answer Only love can conquer hate You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality Speak to me, so you can see What's going on What's going on What's going on What's going on Mother, Mother Mother everybody thinks we're wrong But who are they to judge us Simply 'cause our hair is long You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today Picket signs and picket lines Don't punish me with brutality Talk to me So you can see What's going on What's going on What's going on What's going on ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
When I Paint My Masterpiece -- Bob Dylan and "The Band" Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble Ancient footprints are everywhere You can almost think that you're seein' double On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs Got to hurry on back to my hotel room Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece She promised that she'd be right there with me When I paint my masterpiece Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum Dodging lions and wastin' time Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody When I paint my masterpiece Sailin' round the world in a dirty gondola Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola! I left Rome and landed in Brussels On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside Newspapermen eating candy Had to be held down by big police Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent When I paint my masterpiece ~Theo~ :winky::listening::bouquet: |
Amerca Psycho - The Misfits
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90 minutes of the best music on Bandcamp including Belgian boogie, vintage soul jazz, and various shades of dub from all corners of the world. This week's episode features music by French soul man Dandy Teru, Toronto-based funky post punk outfit Odonis Odonis, and the raucous sound of Melt Yourself Down (Episode no. 3).
http://bandcamp.com/?g=all&s=top&f=all&w=-1&p=3 |
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Listening tooooo (this woman rawks the violin)
Elements-Lindsey Stirling (original dubstep) Beautiful video and music!
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