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BaldJean 
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Joined: May 28 2005
Location: Germany
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Points: 10387
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 Posted: August 07 2005 at 20:10 |
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Guru Guru's track "Was für 'ne Welt!" ("What a world!") from their album "Hey Du!" is self-ironic about them being in the studo with a displeased producer, but the lyrics are in German.
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 A shot of me as High Priestess of Gaia during our fall festival. Ceterum censeo principiis obsta
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Blacksword
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Joined: June 22 2004
Location: England
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Points: 16130
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Posted: August 08 2005 at 11:14 |
Not prog, but I love these Lyrics from Morrissey, about both a fans adoration for a rock star, and also the record companies greedy tactics to cash in on the stars death...
Paint a Vulgar Picture - The Smiths
At the record company meeting
On their hands - a dead star
And oh, the plans they weave
And oh, the sickening greed
At the record company party
On their hands - a dead star
The sycophantic sl*gs all say :
"I knew him first, and I knew him well"
Re-issue ! Re-package ! Re-package !
Re-evaluate the songs
Double-pack with a photograph
Extra Track (and a tacky badge)
A-list, playlist
"Please them , please them !"
"Please them !"
(sadly, THIS was your life)
But you could have said no
If you'd wanted to
You could have said no
If you'd wanted to
BPI, MTV, BBC
"Please them ! Please them !"
(sadly this was your life)
But you could have said no
If you'd wanted to
You could have walked away
...Couldn't you ?
I touched you at the soundcheck
You had no real way of knowing
In my heart I begged "Take me with you ...
I don't care where you're going..."
But to you I was faceless
I was fawning, I was boring
Just a child from those ugly new houses
Who could never begin to know
Who could never really know
Oh ...
Best of ! Most of !
Satiate the need
Slip them into different sleeves !
Buy both, and feel deceived
Climber - new entry, re-entry
World tour ! ("media whore")
"Please the Press in Belgium !"
(THIS was your life...)
And when it fails to recoup ?
Well, maybe :
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
I walked a pace behind you at the soundcheck
You're just the same as I am
What makes most people feel happy
Leads us headlong into harm
So, in my bedroom in those 'ugly new houses'
I danced my legs down to the knees
But me and my 'true love'
Will never meet again ...
At the record company meeting
On their hands - at last ! - a dead star !
But they can never taint you in my eyes
No, they can never touch you now
No, they cannot hurt you, my darling
They cannot touch you now
But me and my 'true love'
Will never meet again
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Ultimately bored by endless ecstasy!
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GoldenSpiral
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Joined: May 27 2005
Location: United States
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Points: 3839
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Posted: August 08 2005 at 11:23 |
tool's Hooker With a Penis, critical of those who accuse bands of "selling out"
I met a boy wearing Vans 501s and a
Dope Beastie tee nipple rings and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT
From '92
The first EP.
And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out
Layin' down
Suckin' up
To the man.
Well now I've got some
A dvice for you little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man
And if I'm the man
Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that f**kin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f**k.
I sold out long before you ever even
heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip sh*t, and you bought one.
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Velvetclown
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Joined: February 13 2004
Status: Offline
Points: 8548
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Posted: August 08 2005 at 11:40 |
Tinsel Town Rebellion Frank Zappa
From Madam Wong's to Starwood
To the Whiskey on the Strip
You can hear the crashing, blasting strum
Of bands that come to be real hip
And get a record contract
From a talent scout some day
They'll sell their ass, their cocks and balls
They'll take the check 'n walk away
If they're lucky they'll get famous
For a week or two perhaps
They'll buy some ugly clothes to wear
And hope the business don't collapse
Before some stupid magazine
Decides they're really good
They're a Tinsel Town Rebellion Band
From downtown Hollywood
Tinsel Town Rebellion,
Tinsel Town Rebellion Band
It's a little bitty Tinsel Town Rebellion
A Tinsel Town Rebellion Band
They used to play all kinds of stuff
And some of it was nice
Some of it was musical
But then they took some guy's advice
To get a record deal, he said,
They would have to be more punk
Forget their chops and play real dumb
Or else they would be sunk
So off they go to S.I.R. to learn some stupid riffs
And practice all their poses
In between their powder sniffs
Chop a line now, snort it up now
And when they think they've got it
They launch a new career
Who gives a f**k if what they play
Is somewhat insincere
Did you know that in Tinsel Town the people down there
Think that substance is a bore
And if your New Wave group looks good
They'll hurry on back for more
Of leather groups and plastic groups
And groups that look real queer
The Tinsel Town aficionados
Come to see and not to hear
But then again this system works
As perfect as a dream
It works for all of those record company pricks
Who come to skim the cream
From the cesspools of excitement
Where Jim Morrison once stood
It's the Tinsel Town Rebellion
From downtown Hollywood
Is everybody happy?
Oh, never mind!
No problem
Edited by Velvetclown
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Tiresias
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Joined: July 03 2005
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Points: 560
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Posted: August 08 2005 at 18:11 |
Welcome to the Machine by Pink Floyd
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Wh'ghal ng'fth mglw'y Ry'leh, Cthulhu fhtagn...
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MikeEnRegalia
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Joined: April 22 2005
Location: Sweden
Status: Online
Points: 21149
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Posted: August 08 2005 at 18:13 |
 Tiresias wrote:
Welcome to the Machine by Pink Floyd
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Closely followed ( ) by Have a Cigar.
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frenchie
Prog Reviewer
Joined: July 30 2004
Location: United Kingdom
Status: Offline
Points: 2234
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Posted: August 09 2005 at 16:59 |
GoldenSpiral wrote:
tool's Hooker With a Penis, critical of those who accuse bands of "selling out"
I met a boy wearing Vans 501s and a
Dope Beastie tee nipple rings and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT
From '92
The first EP.
And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out
Layin' down
Suckin' up
To the man.
Well now I've got some
A dvice for you little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man
And if I'm the man
Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that f**kin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f**k.
I sold out long before you ever even
heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip sh*t, and you bought one.
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amazing song. its rare that tool ever let loose like that. most of their lyrics and songs are much more thought provoking and serious. this is still a very clever theme!
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The Worthless Recluse
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noisegenerator
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Joined: August 13 2005
Location: Austria
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Points: 9
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Posted: August 14 2005 at 12:06 |
Interesting, there is so much stuff out there. I only knew Queen´s Death on Two Legs so far.
I do not know if Led Zeppelin did any kind of song like the above but they often mentioned (in interviews) that they weren´t interested in releasing any singles anymore due to pressure from the record company (before they founded their own label).
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Dan Bobrowski
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Joined: February 02 2004
Location: United States
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Points: 5243
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Posted: August 14 2005 at 19:20 |
The picture was posed ready to push that black and white charm
Highlighted in gloss and calligraphy for that rock and roll impact
You've got to wear your pout and your million dollar smile
Or look like the blues and you have been hanging out for a while
I cried inside when I saw it all done for the cause of art
And I've got to laugh when I see your sincerity
The simple things that seemed so good just don't taste the same
The projection's in need of a focus, it's all out of frame
It's not that the price has been set too high
It's never too high
It's just that I'm not sure I want...
To sell to those that want to buy
Go through hell for those that want to buy
Please don't take me the wrong way
If I don't excel for those that want to buy
Who's to say our voice should not be heard
Contrary to your opinion we will not go away
If something like this meant so much to you
Would you walk away and leave it
Or die with the taste still in your mouth?
Mine is might I am that's right, a bastard with a point
So you think your artistic insecurity can be shielded?
Cellophane personalities keep you nice and fresh
I sit with pen in hand wondering what to write
Should I cut myself and paint in crimson
Or use my plastic argument?
You sample words and collect the royalties
You're stereotyped with gold in hand
I'm naked for the world to see
The thing I think that scares me the most
Is that talent is seldom considered
It's all in a name as the waiting game
Grows tight around your throat
I'm sick of being passed on this time
I'm bored with all of your letters
They just hang on the wall for all to see who the next fool is
Skeleton bound delusions, freaks inside your head
Come to life as you realize insane is not so bad
We must be daft to want more rope
To feed the cause you criticize
We took the time to turn your heads
Now you will see what we're after
lyrics by ray and brett
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