What exactly is a “collie man”? Off of the “Live and Direct” cd, this song delivers to all listeners. Relaxing, simple, and re-list-en-able. A Californian band with a great mix of acoustic, reggae, blues, rock, hip-hop, and funk, check them out.
lyrics
And some man live his life
For profits alone
That very same man
He lives his life all alone
And the road to life
Yes it goes up and down
Doesn’t really matter
As long as the music goes on
Hey mister collie man
Why don’t you come round no more
Hey mister collie collie man
Don’t you hear me troubled call
Hey mister collie man
Look i didn’t come to disturb
You best not be come ’round here
Unless you’ve got me sensi herb
I never needed any
Reason for me to say
Through all them troubled times
Yes me love you any way
And the roughest path
You know the rocky rocky road
You know that
Life and love is a
Heavy heavy load
Hey mister collie man
Why don’t you come ’round no more
Hey mister collie collie man
Dont you hear me troubled call
Hey mister collie man
Look i didn’t come to disturb
You best not be come round here
Unless you’ve got me sensi herb
You best not be come round here
Unless you’ve got me sensi herb
Sports and Music. Both packed with vibe, aggression, anticipation, excitement, noise, energy, and soul. As an athlete, hearing a song that boils your blood and widens your eyes is just one small characteristic in which music can transcend physically into your own actions and thoughts. Eclectic restaurants and lounges are effective with paralleling their visual atmosphere to the aura it emits. Sport venues are no different. Rarely, unless you are at a cricket match, will the arena blair ‘Mozart’s 21st concerto in C major’ at the height of battle. 4th and 2 and one play to win or lose the game, here are the top 10 (due to change with time).
Blue October is a band that I came across two years ago as I was in a downloading frenzy for new music. Hailing from Houston, Texas, Blue October produces fairly catchy songs without being “too” mainstream. A lot of their songs incorporate violin, which I always find appealing in a rock n’ roll setting. This is a song, that at first listen seems to be upbeat, but take a look at Justin Furstenfeld’s lyrics and one can argue quite the contrary. The troubled leadsinger often sings about suicide and hatred but in a really beautiful way. Anyways, I thought I’d share this with you and am curious to hear what the rest of you think. Check out the lyrics and the part in bold is my favorite verse…has a good ring to it while he sings. Enjoy!!!!!
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Ever carried the weight of another?
For how long?
I walk as far as they need to recover
For how long? (ha!)
I want to carry a piece of who I was before
So when I hit the wall, I really hit the wall
I want to tear away the death again
A whiter shade of fucking meth again
I want to stick to clues, I want to come unglued
I want to shape the world to fit the way you move
Oh, should I listen for a dress size?
I owned up, I’ve grown up, do you remember me?
I showed up and so what if I’m the used to be
I’m here to tell you that I’m sorry I was sorry
But I’m happy that you’re happy
This is no longer about me
Trade rules, switch sides for your beautiful eyes
Let him be you through your beautiful cries
Let him hold you up so you can touch affordable skies
Live your life just like a dream
Without the pain of goodbyes
Goodbye!
Ever carried the weight of another?
For how long?
I walk as far as they need to recover
For how long?
I been a drunk disrespectful little street punk
Unlock the back of my trunk
You see, you take this bat
And bash my head into the street again
No-ones around so I keep beating it
Pull my hair back, look me in the eye
There’s a self-destructive meaning in the bleeding of a guy
It’s the guilt of what reality has given me
Making sense of all mistakes and my stupidity
And when you’re sick you seem to think
You’ve failed eternally
And that the people you let in are only crumbling
When you’re sick of thinking life in this recovery
When my decision paved the road
That lies in front of me
So to my friends that even call but I don’t call back
I want you deep inside my heart upon a hill
It seems to hide sometimes and run away and wonder
I’m really sick of saying sorry but I will
Ever carried the weight of another?
For how long?
I walk as far as they need to recover
For how long?
But are we scared to take the ride?
Or dare to look inside?
I’m floating far away (far away)
I’m floating far away (leaving home)
I’m floating far away (so far away)
I’m floating far away
I want to learn to walk with others as an equal
I want to treat the ones who love me with respect
I want to tell the world I’ll give them all a piggyback
And try to take away my negative effect
I want to kiss the girl, I know I’ll never lie again
I want to call my dad and tell him that I care
I want to let my brother know
He saved my life a thousand times
Throughout the years he’s been my friend
Who’s always there
Last song off of the “Spiritual Machines” record. A memorable guitar riff with some edgy and tremendous drumming complimented by an easy yet flowing bassline combined with an extraordinary melody makes this tune a keeper. <–that was just a run-on sentence, but u catch my drift) Unfortunately, its the last track off of the album and extends to 20 minutes, with about 14 minutes of dead air and a minute of robotism. Luckily for you, I edited that nonsense out. Rock it and chill.
This past week, rumors surfaced that Aerosmith frontman Steven Tyler was leaving the band to pursue his own personal brand. The ageless rocker, troubled with drug addiction and alcoholism back in 70s and 80s primarily (also recently this past year), has called it quits, for now. “I don’t know what I’m doing yet, but it’s definitely going to be something Steven Tyler: working on the brand of myself — Brand Tyler,” he told Classic Rock magazine recently.
Joe Perry, superstar guitar player for the band, spoke to the Las Vegas Sun saying “Steven quit as far as I can tell. I don’t know anymore than you do about it. I got off the plane two nights ago. I saw online that Steven said that he was going to leave the band. I don’t know for how long, indefinitely or whatever. Other than that, I don’t know.” Perry went on to say that the band plans on moving on, with or without Tyler, and will look for a new lead singer. I’m going to sound very hypocritical here because I have been in full support of bands moving on without a key ingredient to their mix (ie. Slash leaving Guns N’ Roses) but I just find this completely absurd. First of all, replacing a singer isn’t easy. Most average music listeners identify a band with the voice first. Is it impossible to replace a vocalist? Absolutely not. Van Halen replaced David Lee Roth with Sammy Hagar and went on to become ever bigger. AC/DC did it after Bon Scott passed away and continued to rock out kick ass albums after albums. But if Perry is serious about replacing Tyler’s voice with some new character, he will fail. Aerosmith is way past their prime. It happens to every band. I’m not trying to be a hater, believe me. Aerosmith is a Boston band. I’m a Bostonian. Of course I love Aerosmith and have pride in them just like I do for the Sox or Pats, but this just isn’t right, mainly because of their age. Aerosmith’s last successful album arguably was 20 years ago, “Pump”. They then went on to create some hits off of the records “Get a Grip”, “Nine Lives”, and also their most notable and first ever number 1 single of the late 90s “I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing”, but any fan could tell you that their earlier work was far more potent.
Joe Perry should take a step back and look at that body of work and realize that maybe putting Aerosmith to rest isn’t such a bad idea. I mean, they are in their 60s, have made multimillions, and haven’t quite tarnished the Aerosmith name, although many can argue that they are just a pop mainstream act post-1993. He is walking in seriously dangerous territory if he is really contemplating moving on and replacing Tyler. It will not work out. Let it go, man. Enjoy what you’ve accomplished. Keep your options open for Aerosmith only if Steven is on board and ready to get back on the saddle. If not, you’re talented and an icon yourself. Shuttle your work away from Aerosmith and keep creating. Don’t allow the critics to laugh at this legendary band you’ve helped build. It will happen and I, for one, don’t want to see it occur. Long live Aerosmith.
Did you hear that New York bad boy Jay-Z came up on stage last night with U2 before the kickoff of European Music Awards? That’s right, the jiggaman popped up during “Sunday Bloody Sunday” live in Berlin, Germany in front of the Brandenburg Gate giving the 10,000 fans a treat of musical brilliance. U2 arrived in their 750k-a-day spaceship, putting on a free 20 minute setlist to fans outside the venue. Both artists, neither ever shy in the past of backing down from a collaboration, showed why two musical genres, if done right, can work together in harmony. Bono, mid-song, introduces Jay as the “mayor of New York city” as he appears from the background to bust out a 40 second rhyme. HOV manages to represent his badass mofo ways by dropping the “motherfucker” bomb during his rap. Bono then goes on to scream “Wipe your tears away!” sounding peculiarly comparable to Bob Marley. Two artists, both icons for longevity in their respective fields of music, displayed why mixing and matching two types of beats into one can be a treat for any music lover.
One of the most relaxing songs ever. Could listen to it on repeat for hours. Short and sweet though. Last song off the “Road Apples” record. I’m kinda a Hip fan…enjoy
Well today was an interesting day. It all started back on July 4th, 2009 when I was on the beach having some beers with friends and girlfriends enjoying our “Independence” Day under the hot summer sun. A few wiffle ball games, some tosses of the football, and hey, how about a few beers. I mean, fuck, it was a holiday and a Saturday. Doesn’t make you a bad guy getting a buzz on once in a while does it? True story, I’m half a beer deep, that’s right…ONE beer, haven’t even started crushing yet and we see some middle-aged, short short wearing, yuppie typed tough guy come over and kick over our beers.
“Holy Shit, is this deuchbag for real?” I’m thinking, holding in all my rage to see what’s next.
He then, like he practiced it in the mirror all winter, lifted his shirt a bit and and flashed his wickedly awesome badge. Man, I was so not envious of him. I actually felt bad for the robot. Anyways, still thinking I did no wrong knowing that I’m close to 7 years over the legal drinking age,I proceeded to go up to the beach house with my buddy, fetch our ID’s along with everyone else’s, and show these tyrants they are making a mistake. Much to my complete disbelief, the two officers have already gotten a head start on writing each one of us a ticket. We’re grown adults. Its Independence Day for Christs Sake. I’m 27 years old and I’m getting a drinking ticket? Are you for real???? No one even had a beer in hand but we were found guilty of being in possession of a substance that keeps our struggling economy alive on some levels. What a catch 22. It took alot of patience from me not to instigate more issues with the officers, so I said my piece and was mum.
Obviously, when I got the $100 dollar violation in the mail, I immediately checked the “Appeal” Box which leads me to my rant. So, I’m sitting in Newburyport District Court this morning waiting for my hearing and I see yuppie-boy sitting next to the judge in the small little room where my case would be heard. It took about an hour and half to finally get a chance at redemption and I didn’t back down. Fuck that. I figured I was going to pay the ticket anyways so I might as well be heard. I first started off by telling them I hadn’t drank since 2007 (a blatant lie, but honestly, I didn’t murder anyone so my conscience is clear and I could really care less), I told them what a joke I thought this whole ticket process was on a national holiday, Did I really commit a crime? I also mentioned that the police officer violated my personal information rights by asking my girlfriend continuously for my social security number while I was inside collecting all of our ID’s. The judge and officer both completely dismissed my disagreement over my social security number and said its common practice. Oh really? I don’t ever remember giving out someone elses social in order to expedite their process of writing our a ticket. Apparently, they’re naive to identity theft as well. Then I it got heated. I wish I could have got an audio of this judge ripping me a new one. Worse than I ever got from any coach that I’ve played hockey for, but I really didnt mind. I was laughing inside, I said my piece, its a free country. Apparently, Judge Judy thought I disrespected Jesus (who I believe in) or a highly ranked army officer (which I respect the hell out of), telling me never to talk to a cop or a judge the way I did. It was a good 2 minute rant on her behalf. What a bitch she was. All I kept saying in my head continuously was “I don’t care, Fuck you, I don’t care, Fuck you, I don’t care fuck you etc”. At the end of her little speech, she let me off! Hahahahah. She believed me about not drinking. What a joke. If I told the truth I woulda had to pay that 100 big ones. I know for a fact because I was listening to the hearings before and everyone took the apologetic approach like they killed someones dog in order to get off the ticket. I simply told a little story. They lie to us. I will lie right back. I respect what most cops do. I really do. But drinking a beer on our nations holiday?!?!?!? Pleeeeeeeease, you aren’t getting my dough. So, got up, thanked her for dismissing my case and walked out of the room only to see everyone chuckling and staring at me because they heard the fireworks going off. Right when I got in my truck, I drove off and put this song on right away. Capital G off of Nine Inch Nails 2007 album “Year Zero”, It kinda fit the mood. Trent Reznor, full of so much rage, anti capitalism, and truth. An industrial God. Keep on rockin, Enjoy your night, and Fight for Your Rights!
Capital G (lyrics)
NIN
I pushed the button and elected him to office and a
He pushed the button and he dropped the bomb
You pushed the button and could watch in on the television
Those motherfuckers didn’t last too long
I’m sick of hearing about the have and have not’s
Have some personal accountability
The biggest problem with the way that we are doing things is
The more we let you have the less that I’ll be keeping for me
Well I use to stand for something
Now I’m on my hands and knees
Trading in my god for this one
and he signs his name with a capital G
Don’t give a shit about the temperature in Guatemala
Don’t really see what all the fuss is about
Ain’t gonna worry about no future generations
And I’m sure somebody’s gonna figure it out
Don’t try to tell me that some power can corrupt a person
You hadn’t had enough to know what it’s like
You’re only angry cause you wish you were in my position
Now nod your head cause you know that I’m right..alright!
Well I use to stand for something
But forgot what that could be
There’s a lot of me inside you
Maybe you’re afraid to see
Well I use to stand for something
Now I’m on my hands and knees
Trading in my god for this one
and he signs his name with a capital G
Well I use to stand for something
But forgot what that could be
There’s a lot of me inside you
Maybe you’re afraid to see
Well I use to stand for something
Now I’m on my hands and knees
Trading in my god for this one
and he signs his name with a capital G
I often think about what it’d be like if we never lost Jim Morrison at such an early age. The guy would only be turning 66 this December. Man oh man, what a huge loss. In my minds eye, I can see him, still in his worn out leather pants, more fragile nowadays and Dylan-isque up on stage doing some creative solo rendition of “The End” with some cool bongo player in the back adding some percussion. Or maybe he’d be performing with Ray Manzarek, Rob Kreiger and the rest of the Doors collecting royalties off of so many countless platninum albums through the 70s, 80, 90s, and 2000s. His music surely would have evolved with times. Morrison was just way too talented to be making boring records. Experimentation with folk, electric, rock, techno, industrial, country, and hip hop would surely be something the then acid-rocker would have dabbled in. Our whole musical culture would have certainly been different. Imagine The Doors doing an MTV Unplugged show matching something reminescent of Nirvana. You were the Lizard King, and You could Do Anything…Why’d you have to hit the bottle so hard?
