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Re: The Music Thread

Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 8:58 pm
by Tarq
Tom Waits just released his seven hundredth album, and the title track is a total Tarq-Annie song.

You’re the head on the spear
You’re the nail on the cross
You’re the fly in my beer
You’re the key that got lost
You’re the letter from Jesus on the bathroom wall
You’re mother superior in only a bra
You’re the same kind of bad as me

I’m the hat on the bed
I’m the coffee instead
The fish or cut bait
I’m the detective up late
I’m the blood on the floor
The thunder and the roar
The boat that won’t sink
I just won’t sleep a wink
You’re the same kind of bad as me

No good you say
Well that’s good enough for me

You’re the wreath that caught fire
You’re the preach to the choir
You bite down on the sheet
But your teeth have been wired
You skid in the rain
You’re trying to shift
You’re grinding the gears
You’re trying to shift
And you’re the same kind of bad as me

They told me you were no good
I know you’ll take care of all my needs
You’re the same kind of bad as me

I’m the mattress in the back
I’m the old gunnysack
I’m the one with the gun
Most likely to run
I’m the car in the weeds
If you cut me I’ll bleed
You’re the same kind of bad as me
You’re the same kind of bad as me

Re: The Music Thread

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 5:10 pm
by Aelflaed
Dark, twisted, prowling, and venomous, Annata is Yael Naim's cover of Toxic.

Re: The Music Thread

Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 12:55 pm
by Tarq
I went ahead and uploaded a Quintessential Tarquin Playlist to Grooveshark. I think it makes for good listening whether or not you want to spend time in his head. Enjoy!

Re: The Music Thread

Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 10:54 pm
by Illithias
Done the same; putting together a Quintessential Illithias Playlist up on Grooveshark.

Re: The Music Thread

Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:37 pm
by Threnn
A song from Alan Doyle, fitting for The Man They Couldn't Hang:
"Testify"

I feel the irons on my wrist and lament it's come to this;
When they hang me from the gallows tree, “Such is life,” you’ll hear me hiss.
I’m not the reddest handed bandit here, but I’m the one who’ll take the fall;
This smoking gun’s been smothered by the long arm of the law.
The Chaplin says, “The end is started, and your Judgement has begun,
Prayers can lead to God’s forgiveness for all the foolish things you’ve done.
You’ve got tonight to find some peace of mind before you leave this world."
And I hope and pray that I may never get what I deserve.

Take me down to the river, Preacher, take me by the hand,
Take me down to the river, mend the soul of a broken man,
Drown me in forgiveness, wash these bloody hands of mine,
Take me down to one last river, Lord,
Let me testify.

I believe in God's benevolence,
And I have seen with my own eyes,
in the river just outside the gate,
Sunday sinners get baptized.
And I'll pray for my redemption,
But I'm quite sure that he won't hear,
I've never had that watered cross,
trickle in my ear.

The chaplain's face it grew sadder,
He said "you've not been christened, Son?"
"No," I said, and I hung my head,
"Is there nothing to be done?
If I could get down to that river,
Can't you see how cleansed I'd be?
The latest lamb, in God's hands.
And my soul would be set free."

Take me down to the river, Preacher, take me by the hand,
Take me down to the river, mend the soul of a broken man,
Drown me in forgiveness, wash these bloody hands of mine,
Take me down to one last river, Lord,
Let me testify.

They take me to the river banks,
Two guards and the chaplain.
The moonlight shines on the holy tides,
My prayers have been answered.
I take my sodden walk to Jesus,
All piety and grace.
The guards release my shackles,
But they cannot read my face.

The deepest breath that I can take,
As I plunge under the water.
The chaplain had the kindest ways,
But he could have been a whole lot smarter.
Two kicks and I'm traveling,
Beneath the muddy waters gleam.
And by the time I take a second breath,
I'm a hundred yards downstream.

Take me down to the river, Preacher, take me by the hand,
Take me down to the river, mend the soul of a broken man,
Drown me in forgiveness, wash these bloody hands of mine,
Take me down to one last river, Lord,
Let me testify.

Re: The Music Thread

Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 3:14 am
by than
Catgroove by Parov Stelar

Someday, the Pig and Whistle will become a speakeasy.

Re: The Music Thread

Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 11:03 pm
by Shaurria
This has been stuck in my head for the past week, and I just realized it's eerily appropriate for Shaurria and Rheugan.

Thrice- Anthology

Our lives built on tin cans and string
But the cornerstone laid is a wondrous and beautiful thing
Sure in the ground

While the North wind is taking its toll
You have helped me to find my way back and to anchor my soul
Safe in the sound

Oh you know me
Oh and I know you
And I know that
We can see this through

I'm bragging of baring my bones
Said if we heard the howling
I'd run out to face it alone
To meet it half way

But I've still got badges to earn
So keep sifting my soul
Cause I think that I'm starting to learn
To love you that way

Oh you know me
Oh and I know you
And I know that
We can see this through

It's true that you could snap my neck
I trust you'll save my life instead
Cause our love's a loyalty sworn
If we hold to our hope
Then I know we can weather the storm
Whatever they say
Come what may

Oh you know me
Oh and I know you
And I know that
We can see this through

Re: The Music Thread

Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 1:53 am
by Tarq
Norman Blake adapted "Northern Winds" for a Steve Earle album from an old Irish fiddle tune. It's an instrumental, but gives me a very Riders-y vibe.

Re: The Music Thread

Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 8:57 am
by Illithias

Re: The Music Thread

Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 2:20 am
by Illithias
Tangentially - This song here - vocals from 0:30 onwards are pretty much exactly how I imagine Illithias' voice.