If you started the new year by watching the movie of your life and you had to assign a soundtrack to such, what would you choose?

So far, in no order, I have...


The Church - Under the Milky Way Tonight
Blondie - Once had a Love (Not heart of glass)
Bob Dylan - Subterranean Homesick blues
Melanie - Candles in the rain
Pink Floyd - Mother
Echo & the Bunnymen - Ocean Rain
Roy Orbison - Crying
Indigo Girls - Closer to Fine
Nine Inch Nails - Something I can Never Have
Mamas & the Papas - Dream A little Dream
Concrete Blonde - Joey

There would be Joseph Arthur and Neil Finn and Van Morrison.

And a myriad of local boys playing.

Bob Dylan, Visions of Johanna

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

Coming from the man who would delete this thread entirely...

I’ve never deleted a thread no matter how much it pissed me off.

Besides, it’s the sad face behind the mask.

I'm drunk too.

The sad clown.



And not in the John Wayne Gacey kinda way.

I can't think of a time Cros actually posted in a music thread.
I am speechless.
For now, I mean.

I'll cheers to it!




If that isn't inspiration for a new year... than I don't know what is.

I never cared about the music threads, one way or another. The only thread I ever wanted to kill was about pet peeves. And that was only because of the whining, politically correct bullshit.

Damn Cros, now I want to listen to it but I don't have it. "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall" will have to do.

I had to buy some boxed set to get a great version of it.

I left the clown reference out on a ‘cuz I creep Abby out enough as it is.

No worries. If she hasn't run away screaming by now, I'm pretty sure you've won her over.

Oh Yeah,

Let's add Joni Mitchell's - Free Man In Paris to my list.

Hmm...I try to establish Curtis Mayfield's "Superfly" as my life soudtrack, but for some reason Devo songs just keep getting in the way.

I could probably throw this in too.

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/bunny.php

Are We Not Pimps?


No. We Are DEVO!

The soundtrack of my life would include entire Joni Mitchell albums:

Blue
Hejira
Court and Spark
The Hissing of Summer Lawns

Mine would be the theme song from Sanford and Son, looped over and over.

Dark Side of the Moon

Lush Life - Coltrane with Johnnie Hartman

The Pink Panther theme

Imagine

That's a funky-ass track.

Weird Al Yankovic - Fat

Slipknot.

"Strange" - Galaxie 500

Nick Cave.

Whenever I walk into a room full of people, I would like the A-Team theme to start playing.

Oh yeah, and "Touch My Tooter" by Ween.

The Yeastie Girls - You Suck

I always pictured yours to be the theme song from "What's Happening."

nope.

BJ and the Bear

"Banging in the Nails" by the Tiger Lillies.

I thought that was the theme song at The Cuff...

BJ and the Bear, that is.

I bet you were talkin' to CG, but it works either way.

I hear the Cuff has their very own special Passion Play on Good Friday.

My soundtrack would be:
To Here Knows When--My Bloody Valentine

Under the Milky Way--The Church (just because Y picked it doesn't mean I can't)

Digital Bath--Deftones

The Earth Died Screaming--Tom Waits

Love Will Tear Us Apart-- Joy Division

Harold & Joe--The Cure

Sabrina (I Wish these could be your colours)--Einsturzende Neubauten

Killing an Arab--The Cure

Symphonie Fantastique--Hector Berlioz

There is a light that never goes out--The Smiths

In The Evening--Led Zeppelin

Crazy Train--Ozzy Osbourne

Nocturnal Me--Echo & The Bunnymen

Black Celebration--Depeche Mode

I Am The Sun--Swans

Golliwog's Cakewalk--Claude Debussy

Twin Peaks Theme--Angelo Badalamenti

Coral Atoll--Hans Zimmer (From The Thin Red Line soundtrack)

Primal--Slowdive

And last but not least:
http://www.erentblast.com/Kermit/Songs/WildThing.mp3

That Lucky Old Sun

(Gillespie/Smith)


Up in the Mornin', out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
But that Lucky Old Sun has nothin' to do
But roll, roll around heaven all day

Fuss with my woman toil for my kids
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray
While that Lucky Old Sun got nothin' to do
But roll, roll around heaven all day.

Lord above, can't you hear me pinin'?
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver linin',
Lift me up to Paradise

Show me that river, take me across
And wash all my troubles away.
Like That Lucky Old Sun, give me nothin' to do
But roll, roll around heaven all day
Roll, roll around heaven
I want to roll around heaven all day

The soundtrack to my life would be the album "Tago Mago" by Can.

Mine would either be Teo (Miles Davis & John Coltrane) or Dark Side of the Moon.

"Those Were The Days"
I went to see the Bob Dylan show last night,
sitting in the crowd,
I was just beginning to think the old days were dead when,
a puff of blue smoke appeared above the crowd,
as I was reminiscing ,
6 orange shirted guards appeared and made the man put out the cigarette,
the reveler had almost gotten off Scot free
when security discovered 3 bottles of contra ban water hidden in his bag,
they tackled him and hauled him and hauled him off.
Watching them converge on him was like watching the invasion of Normandy.

Fooking selfish water drinkers always spoiling things for everybody.

Well it's Ninth and Hennepin
All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky
Like a tarp thrown all over this
And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
And the steam comes out of the grill
Like the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And all the rooms, they smell like diesel
And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept there
And I'm lost in the window
and I hide in the stairway
And I hang in the curtain
and I sleep in your hat

Cheers

grate record. I like Future Days even better, though.

The soundtrack to my life sounds remarkably like the music from Benny Hill.

Doesn't seem right.

That'd fit CG better.

pretty much.

Yeah, I was thinking something more like one of those songs the German chicks with deep voices likes to sing.

the soundtrack to SPAZ-ASS's life sounds like a mix between Cruising, Revenge of the Nerds, & The Sissy Duckling.

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