"We only said goodbye with words.."
Forever loving Amy <3
/jams aggressively/
0:00 Socialism Is Love
2:49 Natty Socialist
5:30 We A Socialists
9:29 Social Living
14:03 People's Decision
17:21 Let the Power Fall
19:46 Socialism Train
22:37 The Time Has Come
25:40 Strike, Strike, Strike
28:25 Strike
31:12 Rich Man, Poor Man
33:37 Fidel
37:00 Better Working Conditions For Workers
41:29 More Power to the Workers
45:18 Working Class
48:14 To Be Rich Should Be A Crime
52:07 A Change Is Gonna Come
54:26 Socialist Dub
56:35 Communist Dub
Do you believe in love at first sight? The Beatles and Doors do.
her arms are wicked and her legs are long. when she moves my brain screams out this song
Hello, I love you
Won't you tell me your name?
It is similar to pretty woman Cassandra
I love this girl the second I saw her walking down the street.
She's walking down the street
Blind to every eye she meets
Do you think you'll be the guy
To make the queen of the angels sigh?
"And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it, and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them."
Gregg Allman - RIP
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Ohhhh beautiful
"There Goes The Neighborhood"
There goes the neighborhood.
Here come them fuckin' niggas
with their fancy cars.
Who gave them fuckin' niggas
those rock guitars?
Who let 'em in the club?
Did you make 'em pay?
Who let 'em on the stage?
Whose lettin' 'em play?
Don't they know rock's just for whites
don't they know the rules?
Those ******s are too hard core
this shit ain't cool.
Those blacks want everything
in the fuckin' world
That nigga plays so good
he took my muthafuckin' girl
there goes the neighborhood.
"And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it, and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them."
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Nice version of a great song.
Charlotte Rampling is easy on the eyes, too.
We are all just ants. he is calling us cowards btw. how we are afraid to take chances and live restricted lives. We take these chances and put them in a box for a quieter time. But before you know it or open it, lights are up and the play is over. You are dead.
He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends the week begins
She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
These crimes between us grow deeper
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well his concerns
He forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Driving in on this highway
All these cars end up on the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged
No time to exchange
And all the little ants are marching
Red and black antennas waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss
Program cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut
On the fence, could not to offend
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Lights down, you up and die
"And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it, and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them."
Look @Subteigh what's on
Probably my favorite pop song of the last ten years. It's just... perfect. In every conceivable way.
To be honest this is one of the most moving, depressing songs I've ever heard. While Superman is the example they're going with, my reading is it's not even really about that. It's about ignoring heroes, turning away from an innocent sense of goodness and compassion to everyone, because we're just not capable of living up to it. If that's what we have to look up to, we'll be looking so far up that our necks snap. So we turn to heroes more in our image, to justify our failings.
Who are they? Who are you? Who am I? Tell 'em I'm Doctor Who
Hi there, nice to be with you, glad you could stick around.
Like to introduce `Legs' Larry Smith, drums
And Sam Spoons, rhythm pole
And Vernon Dudley Bohay-Nowell, bass guitar
And Neil Innes, piano.
Come in Rodney Slater on the saxophone
With Roger Ruskin Spear on tenor sax.
I, Vivian Stanshall, trumpet.
Big hello to Big John Wayne, xylophone
And Robert Morley, guitar.
Billy Butlin, spoons.
And looking very relaxed, Adolf ****** on vibes. Nice!
Princess Anne on sousaphone. Mmm.
Introducing Liberace, clarinet
With Garner "Ted" Armstrong on vocals.
Lord Snooty and his pals, tap dancing.
In the groove with Harold Wilson, violin
And Franklin McCormack on harmonica.
Over there, Eric Clapton, ukulele. Hi Eric!
On my left Sir Kenneth Clark, bass sax.
A great honour, sir.
And specially flown in for us, a session's gorilla on vox humana.
Nice to see Incredible Shrinking Man on euphonium.
Drop out with Peter Scott on duck call.
Hearing from you later, Casanova on horn.
Yeah! Digging General de Gaulle on accordion.
Rather wild, General! Thank you, sir.
Roy Rogers on Trigger.
Tune in Wild Man of Borneo on bongos.
Count Basie Orchestra on triangle. Thank you.
Great to hear the Rawlinsons on trombone.
Back from his recent operation, Dan Druff, harp.
And representing the flower people, Quasimodo on bells.
Wonderful to hear Brainiac on banjo.
We welcome Val Doonican as himself.
Very appealing, Max Jaffa.
Mmm, that's nice, Max!
What a team, Zebra Kid and Horace Batchelor on percussion.
A great favourite and a wonderful performer of all of us here, J. Arthur Rank, on gong.
This song is awesome.
I just remembered this song existed and I love it a lot.