tune of the moment.., ~what are you listening to? |
tune of the moment.., ~what are you listening to? |
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![]() Deus-Ex MachinA ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Neophyte Caste Posts: 668 Joined: 8-June 03 From: everywhere.. Member No.: 44 ![]() |
~it's been awhile since i posted one of these; to those that know me, one of my passions is music - the power of sound is an amazing thing if composed right...since there are lots of new faces present, me thinks this is a good way of learning everyones' particular tastes..
keep in mind* - 1 tune per post, & if you wish to comment on your selection, then feel free to do so - music is known to bring worlds together; ok, time to start this one off proper.. ![]() kamaya painters : endless wave ~an impressive instrumental european dance track that cannot help but fill one's soul with thoughts of crystal dreams; very inspirational for dancing.. |
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![]() Hyper Frame ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Paragon Caste Posts: 489 Joined: 12-October 03 From: Brooklyn, NY Member No.: 67 ![]() |
Artist: Pink Floyd
Song: Time Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking And racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say Home, home again I like to be here when I can And when I come home cold and tired It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells. -------------------- "So this Zealot comes to my door, all glazed eyes and clean reproductive organs, asking me if I ever think about God. So I tell him I killed God. I tracked God down like a rabid dog, hacked off his legs with a hedge trimmer, raped him with a corncob and boiled off his corpse in an acid bath. So he pulls an alternating-current taser on me and tells me that only the Official Serbian Church of Tesla can save my polyphase intrinsic electric field, known to non-engineers as 'the soul.' So I hit him. What would you do?" -- Warren Ellis, Transmetropolitan
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