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  • marye
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    Great story, Mr. P...
    I congratulate myself on my fortunate escape from ever setting foot in the place!
  • GRTUD
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    I'm fairly certain that Pid was a BlocKhead (in one manner of speaking or other) at one time in his life, at least. Speaking of which, I saw John Turnbull play with World Party at Bonnaroo in 2006 which was awesome. He and Karl Wallinger were perfect together and I was told (and heard a few "tapes" proving the point) that some of the other shows they played together were hot as hell (I think they played together in San Fran). I wasn't into the Disco scene either, but I remember folks calling Terrapin Station "Disco Dead" when it was released (too funny). "Dancin', dancin', dancin' in the streets..."
  • Mr. Pid
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    Okay, hit me with your rhythm stick
    Perhaps you do have a point, badger. To me, disco sound (i just can't refer to it with the M word) was just an incessant stream of indistinguishable throbbing. The most common complaint that I get from people who don't appreciate GD is that to them it "all sounds the same." So I guess art really is in the eye, or ear, of the beholder. Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
  • cosmicbadger
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    we're smokin them all out now! Good story Mr P.. But hang on, aren''t be being a bit snobbish; Lots of people dressing up getting high and dancing to loud music and flashing lights? Sounds a bit familiar. What's wrong with that? Just a different generation. The whole acid house thing was the same in the 80s. I think the problem is the effect of the substance of choice for these movements and the culture it creates. What fuelled the psychedelic movement and the dance music of the last 20 years is very different from what fuelled the disco movement. As the wonderful and much missed Ian Dury once said: 'one snort and you're a fascist'
  • Hal R
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    Thanks for the story Mr. Pid
    Very well written. I was drugged at times into going to discos, I must admit. Friends would say "There are women there". My reply was "But not our kind of women". My reaction when there was one of three 1. Run for the nearest exit 2.Shrivel up and become invisible 3. Get as messed up as possible, maybe I will just not notice or care I will be so numb. Or any combination of the 3. If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake
  • Mr. Pid
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    My Studio 54 Story
    WARNING! No Dead angle here. I only post this because the subject came up, and there was an inquiry about what Studio 54 was all about. Those of you who were fortunate enough to have avoided direct exposure to Studio 54 can consider your perfect records intact. I was not so lucky, and so for the benefit of anyone interested I will relate my experience. Studio 54 was the "brain child" and first business enterprise of two guys named Steve Rubell and Ian Schrager. Steve Rubell is no longer visiting this planet, and these days Ian Schrager spends his time developing high end boutique hotels. Anyway, their nightclub idea was located in a former television studio located in New York on West 54th Street between Broadway and Eighth Avenue, so you can see how much thought went into the name of the place. They intentionally restricted admission to only fancy, upscale-looking people and it quickly became a celebrity hotspot. The bouncers at the door were the arbiters of who got in, and getting past their velvet ropes became sort of a status symbol. The only other way in was to be "on the list," which actually had a panache of its own. No waiting in the line, just walk right up, speak a few words and the velvet ropes part. The stage was used as the main dance floor, and disco was all that ever got played there. They charged ridiculous prices for drinks, and in reality the place ran on cocaine, which proved to be its eventual undoing. In 1980 I was in a band that had professional management. One of their other "artists" got booked into 54 to lip-synch two of her her so-called songs, and our manager asked us to please attend. After all, we would be "on the list!" I am absolutely certain that the only reason I was admitted was because I was on the list. I still periodically kick myself for having stooped so low as to have actually gone there. So in we go, me, my band, the manager, and this caterwauling ditz named Lenore O'Malley who was really just a white Gloria Gaynor clone. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. It was relentless, and getting louder as we went down the stairs. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. It was at this point that I coined the term Brain Slapping Disco. There was just no other way to describe it. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. The gain on the bass was jacked up so high it made your pant legs wave in the breeze. It was what an old sound engineer friend of mine used to describe as Too Loud For Humans. Manager and Ditz headed off to get ready for her act. I looked out at the writhing sea of what I could only assume was humanity on the dance floor. There was more polyester than a recycling plant, enough gold chains to rival Fort Knox, and the most ridiculously overproduced hair I had ever seen. None for me, thanks. Where's the bar? OK, there we go. EIGHT bucks for a beer? Twelve bucks for a well drink? Christ, it was 19 freaking 80. There are lots of places now that still don't have the cojones to charge that much! I didn't ask how much for the lines all those people were doing. And you certainly didn't need to bring your own weed. Oh well, it was far too hot and smoky in there to not have something to wet the whistle. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Doesn't it ever stop? How much longer am I going to have to put up with this insipid crap? Time to hit the john. Good lord, there's some freak in a tux in here with an array of bottles filled with various types of chemical stench, turning the faucets on and off, and handing out towels. He seems to think I somehow owe him money for the privilege of using the urinal. "It's okay, buddy, I don't need any help with this, I've had lots of practice already. Maybe I should charge YOU something for the show?" What sort of a weirdo would ever take a job like that? I thought about asking him how much to piss on him instead, but decided I really didn't want to know the answer, especially if it involved him paying me, which seemed like it could be a distinct possibility! Couldn't get out of there fast enough, and I really didn't want to know what was going on in that stall. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. My brain hurts! Please make it stop! Thud-thud-thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud-thud. Finally, it's the Ditz's numbers! They're only about three minutes each, the end is in sight! Manager reappears and says, "Hey, what do you think?" At least that's what I think he said, it was almost impossible to hear over the thud-thud-thud-thud. So I tried to scream back at him "Couldn't I just pound railroad spikes into my temples instead?" I'm not sure if he got it, though. He thought this stuff was cool! That night he was Somebody! Sap... Well, Ditz was done, we'd done our duty for the team, so the guitar player and I waved goodbye and got the hell out of there before we got infected. Apparently it was too late for the singer and the bass player who decided to hang around. They thought it was cool, too! More saps... Sometimes I kick myself for having had anything to do with that band. The material was all really just commercial pop crap that surprise, surprise, never went anywhere. So happy I never signed that record contract. Even happier that I never got dragged to 54 again. Okay, ccJoe, please enlighten us! Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
  • deadheadkid
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    no shes not a member. The evil Devin is brooding in her cave, sucking the marrow from the bones of her latest victims. think of the mother of Grendel from the book Grendel. except with red hair.
  • Gr8fulTed
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    I've got a great video, on DVD, of the BeeGees. Makes me want to put on my white suit and do some grinding.
  • Golden Road
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    Arch Nemesis?
    *looks Around and Around* (cue "Beat It", by Michael Jackson) Where? "All energy flows according to the whims of the Great Magnet. What a fool I was to defy him."
  • deadheadkid
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    Believe me, HalR, I know disco sucks. we have taken the liberty of purging most of it from our stations librarys, but the hunt goes on, for it seems our electronic DJ likes to taunt us and play it occasionally ;). good luck with the research. I am curious about this story also. But enlighten me on this Taj Mahal story. I need excitement in my life for all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy indeed. a little history that doent involve the depressing and sad conditions of the Industrial Revolution would be great. Also, anyhistory that does not involve having to deal with my arch nemesis here woulf be wicked awesome.
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according to this, it is April 17, 1972. which is kind of interesting since RR blues comes in the middle of the second set... 04/17/72 Tivolis Koncertsal - Copenhagen, XDenmark Set 1: Cold Rain And Snow Me And Bobby McGee Chinatown Shuffle Sugaree Black-Throated Wind Mr. Charlie China Cat Sunflower I Know You Rider Jack Straw He's Gone Next Time You See Me Playin' In The Band Casey Jones Set 2: One More Saturday Night It Hurts Me Too Ramble On Rose El Paso Big Railroad Blues Truckin' Dark Star Sugar Magnolia Caution (Do Not Stop On Tracks) Johnny B. Goode Encore: One More Saturday Night
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Azul grandes del ferrocarrilBien, mi momma me dijo que, mi poppa me dijera también Ahora, mi momma me dijo que, el pGXpa me dijera también Bien, no debo estar aquí tryin para cantar estos azul del ferrocarril. El deseo I tenía a'listened a lo que dijo mi momma. El deseo I tenía a'listened a lo que dijo mi momma. Bien, no estaría aquí tryin a dormir en esta cama fría del hierro. Bien, fui al depósito, yo nunca conseguí allí el tiempo Fue abajo al depósito, nunca conseguido el tiempo. Bien, mi tren hecho a la izquierda, ella es a'rollin traga la línea. El jailer del señor ahora va 'manera, no me dice ninguna mentira. El jailer del señor va 'manera, no me dice ninguna mentira. Cuando viene mi tren abajo, ella puede rodar arriba y abajo de la línea. Bien, mi momma me dijo que, mi poppa me dijera también Ahora, mi momma me dijo que, el poppa me dijera también Bien, no debo estar aquí tryin para cantar estos azul del ferrocarril. El deseo I tenía a'listened a lo que dijo mi momma. El deseo I tenía a'listened a lo que dijo mi momma. Bien, no estaría aquí tryin a dormir en esta cama fría del hierro.
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Truckinはdah人を配置しなさいように私の破片によって現金に換えられたin.のたくわえtruckin',を得た 一緒に、ライン、公正なたくわえのtruckinの多かれ少なかれ。 メイン・ストリートのネオンおよび点滅の玄関ひさしの矢。 シカゴ、ニューヨーク、デトロイトおよびそれは同じ通りのすべてある。 典型的のにかかわるあなたの典型的な都市は空想にふける それを切り、明日持って来るものが見なさい。 ソフトマシンを得られるダラス; ニユー・オーリンズに近いヒューストン、余りに; 方法を得られるニューヨーク; しかしどうしてもオハイオ州のNOあることを許可してはいけない。 あなたが通りで会う鋳造物のほとんどは本当愛の話す、 ほとんどの場合それらはsittinおよび家庭でcryinである。 そのうちに彼らは知っているよりよくgoinを得ることを のドアからそしてすべてに単独で通り。 のようなTruckin',はdah人を配置する。 私に「言われるあなたの手」をするなれば あなたのカードはダイムのそれらを置かなければ、時々価値がない、 私の時々ライトのすべてのshinin; 他の時間私はやっと見ることができる。 最近それは私へのoccurres何長く、奇妙な旅行それあった。 どう甘いジェーンはなったか。 彼女は彼女が同じでないことを彼女の輝き、知っている失った 赤、ビタミンCおよびコカインのLivin、 すべて友人は言うことができるある「でないそれ恥か」。 バッファローまでのTruckin',。 あってthinkin',が遅い円熟させることを得た 取得は時間を計る、および公正なたくわえのtruckinを続くために場所選ぶ。 ホテルの窓からのSittinそしてstarin。 それらが再度ドアを蹴ろうとしている先端を得た 私は私が旅する前に睡眠を得ることを望む、 しかし令状を得たら、私はin.来ることを予定していることを推測する。 、bowlinピンのような組み立てを、ブルボン通りで破裂させる。 たたかれて、それは薄いwearinに得た。 それらはどうしてもオハイオ州のNOあることを可能にしない。 hanginの病人であり、旅することを望む; travelinに疲れれば落ち着きたいと思う。 私はそれらがtryin',のためのあなたの精神を取り消すことができないことを推測する ドアから出、つけ、そしてすべてに見なさい。 私の時々ライトのすべてのshinin; 他の時間私はやっと見ることができる。 最近それは私へのoccurres何長く、奇妙な旅行それあった。 Truckin',私は家goinである。 私が属するところWhoaのwhoaの赤ん坊、背部、 背部家によっては、座り、私の骨が修繕し、そしてtruckinを取り戻す。 ちょっと今truckinを家に取り戻しなさい。
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Una nuova notte di sabato (One More Saturday Night!) Sono andato giù alla montagna, io stavo bevendo un certo vino, Osservato in su nel signore I di cielo ha visto un segno mighty, Fuoco attraverso il cielo, pianura di Writt'n come in bianco e nero; Ottenere preparato, là sta andando essere un partito stasera. Uhuh, Hey! Notte di sabato! Yeh, uhuh una nuova notte di sabato, Hey notte di sabato! Ognuno dancin si scola l'arsenale locale Con uno scantinato pieno di dinamite e di artiglieria in tensione. La temperatura mantiene risin', ognuno gittin alto; Viene il colpo di midnite, il posto intero del rockin che va volare. Uhuh, Hey! Notte di sabato! Yeh, uhuh una nuova notte di sabato, Hey notte di sabato! Accendere la scanalatura sei, il presidente viene sulle notizie, Dice, “non ottengo soddisfazione, ecco perché io canto gli azzurri.„ La sua moglie dice che “non ottenere pazzesco, il signore, voi conoscono appena che cosa fare, A gomito su quel vecchio Victrola, metterli sopra pattini del rockin. “ Uhuh, Hey! Notte di sabato! Yeh, uhuh una nuova notte di sabato, Hey notte di sabato! Allora senso del dio in su nel cielo, dato che qualunque ha valso, Pensato avrebbe un vecchio partito grande, pensiero che lo denominerebbe terra del pianeta. Non preoccupar circa domani, signore, voi la conoscerà quando viene, Quando la musica del rullo e della roccia viene a contatto del sole del risin.
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Azul de Mexicali Reclinado en un viejo salón, con un Peso en mi mano, Watchin vuela y los niños en la calle, Y cojo una ojeada de las muchachas negro-eyed que rieron nerviosamente cuando sonrío, Hay un pequeño muchacho que desea brillar mis pies. Y es tres días monta de Bakersfield y no sé porqué vine. Conjeturo que vine guardar de deudas del payin. Tan en lugar de otro tengo una botella y una muchacha que sea apenas catorce, Y una buena caja maldita de los azul de Mexicali. ¡Yeh! Hay cualquier cosa que un hombre no está parado para perder, ¿Cuándo el diablo desea tomarlo todo lejos? Acariciar bien tus pensamientos, y guardar un apretón apretado en tus licores, Causar el thinkin y el drinkin es todo lo que tengo hoy. Ella dijo que su nombre era Billy Jean y ella estaba fresca en ciudad. No sabía que una línea de la etapa funcionó de infierno. Ella tenía raven el pelo, un vestido rizado, un collar hecho del oro, Todo el perfume francés que cuidarías para oler. Ella me tomó para arriba en su sitio y susurró en mi oído, “Se enciende, mi amigo, hace cualquier cosa que eliges.” Ahora soy payin por esas horas felices que pasé allí en ella los brazos, Con el valor de un curso de la vida de los azul de Mexicali. Hay cualquier cosa que un hombre no está parado para perder, ¿Cuándo el diablo desea tomarlo todo lejos? Acariciar bien tus pensamientos, y guardar un apretón apretado en tus licores Causar el thinkin y el drinkin es todo lo que tengo hoy. Y entonces un hombre montó en la ciudad, algún pensamiento que él era la ley. El Billy Jean era waitin cuando él vino. Ella me dijo que él la tomara, si no utilicé mi arma, Tendría nadie pero mismo culpar. Fui abajo a esas calles polvorientas, sangre estaba en mi mente. Conjeturo que el extranjero no había oído las noticias Causarme tiró primero y te mató, señor, él incluso no dibujó Y él hizo que negocia la horca para los azul de Mexicali. Hay cualquier cosa que un hombre no está parado para perder ¿Cuándo él deja a mujer sostenerlo en ella las manos? Él apenas puede ser que se descubra allí a caballo en la obscuridad Ridin y runnin justos a través de esas arenas del desierto.
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Rue Stephen Saint Stephen avec une rose, dans et hors du jardin il va, Jardin de pays sous le vent et la pluie, Partout où il va le peuple tout se plaint. Stephen a prospéré dans son temps, puits qu'il peut et il peut refuser. A-t-il importé, le fait-il maintenant ? Stephen répondrait à s'il savait seulement. Souhaitant bien avec une cloche d'or, seau accrochant clairement à l'enfer, Maintenant et puis twixt à mi-chemin d'enfer, Suffisance de Stephen il vers le haut et s'abaissent vers le bas et s'abaissent vers le bas encore. Le doigt de Madame, plongé dedans cumulent deux emplois, écrivant pour « ce qui ? » à travers le ciel de matin. La lumière du soleil éclabousse, aube avec la réponse, l'obscurité gesticule et offre le jour au revoir. Flèche expédiante, dièse et étroit, Quel beaucoup de sujets passagers vous avez jeté. Plusieurs saisons avec leurs trahisons, Envelopper le bébé dans des couleurs d'écarlate, l'appeler vos propres. A-t-il douté ou a-t-il essayé ? Réponses abondamment dans le bye et le bye, Parler de votre abondance, parler de vos défectuosités, Un homme recueille ce qu'un autre homme se renverse. Saint Stephen restera, tous qu'il l'a perdu regagnera, Le bord de la mer a lavé par les lessives et la mousse, Été ici tellement longtemps, il doit l'appelant à la maison. La fortune vient une femme de calliope de crawlin', spinnin ce sens curieux de vos propres. Pouvez-vous répondre ? Oui je peux. Mais quelle serait la réponse à l'homme de réponse ?
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Diesen Zug, stark auf Kokain fahren, Casey Jones ist, aufpassen deine Geschwindigkeit bereit. Mühe voran, Mühe nach, Und du weißt, daß Begriff gerade meinen Verstand kreuzte. Diese alte Maschine bildet ihn rechtzeitig, Zeitraum der Blatt-zentralen Station 'ein Viertel bis neun, Erfolge Fluss-Verzweigung bei siebzehn zu, An einem Viertel bis 10 weißt du, daß es travlin wieder ist. Diesen Zug, stark auf Kokain fahren, Casey Jones ist, aufpassen deine Geschwindigkeit bereit. Mühe voran, Mühe nach, Und du weißt, daß Begriff gerade meinen Verstand kreuzte. Mühe voran, Dame im Rot, Meinen Rat befolgen, den du weg von den Toten besser sein würdest. Des schlafenden Switchmans, bilden hundert aus und zwei ist Auf der falschen Schiene und vorangegangen für dich. Diesen Zug, stark auf Kokain fahren, Mühe voran, Mühe nach, Und du weißt, daß Begriff gerade meinen Verstand kreuzte. Mühe mit dir ist die Mühe mit mir, Zwei gute Augen aber dich erhalten noch nicht sehen. Ringsum die Schlaufe, dich kommen wissen, daß es das Ende ist, Der Feuerwehrmann schreit und die Maschine glaenzt gerade…
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Magnolia del azúcar (Sugar Mag) just reading that title makes me chuckle... ( -: Magnolia del azúcar, floración de las flores, dirigió todo vacío y no cuido, Vio a mi bebé abajo al lado del río, sabía que ella tendría que subir pronto para el aire. La flor dulce viene en, debajo del sauce, podemos tener períodos culminantes si habitas Podemos descubrir las maravillas de la naturaleza, el rodar en las acometidas abajo por la orilla. Ella tiene todo encantador, ella tiene todo que necesito, Toma la rueda cuando estoy viendo el doble, paga mi boleto cuando apresuro Ella viene skimmin a través de rayos de la violeta, ella puede vadear en una gota del rocío, Ella no viene y no sigo, espera entre bastidores mientras que te canto. Bien, ella puede bailar un ritmo de Cajun, saltar como los willys en la impulsión de cuatro ruedas. Ella es un amor del verano para el resorte, la caída y el invierno. Ella puede hacer feliz a cualquier hombre vivo. Magnolia del azúcar, sonando ese bluebell, cogido para arriba en luz del sol, venir en hacia fuera cantar Caminaré tú en la sol, vengo en la miel, venido junto con mí. Ella tiene todo encantador, ella tiene todo que necesito, Una brisa en los pinos y el claro de luna del sol y brillante, el lazing en la sol sí de hecho. A veces cuando el griterío del cuco, cuando la luna es llanura intermedia, A veces cuando la noche está muriendo, Me tomo hacia fuera y vago alrededor, yo vago 'redondeo. La sol, soña despierto, caminando en los árboles altos, yendo a adonde va el viento Floreciendo como una rosa roja, respirando más libremente, Montar nuestro singin', que caminaré tú en la sol de la mañana La sol, soña despierto. La sol, soña despierto. El caminar en la sol.
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Titleالعنوان The Wheelالعجله The Wheelالعجله --------- The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,العجله تحول وأنت لا تستطيع ان تبطئ ، you can't let go and you can't hold on,لا يمكنك تركها وان لا يمكنك ان نتمسك ، you can't go back and you can't stand still,لا يمكنك العودة وانك لا تستطيع ان تقف دون حراك ، if the thunder don't get ya then the lightning will.اذا الرعد لا يحصل البالغ الصغير ثم سوف البرق. Won't you try just a little bit harder,انكم لن تحاول مجرد اصعب قليلا ، couldn't you try just a little bit more?لا يمكن لكم مجرد محاولة فيها اكثر قليلا؟ Won't you try just a little bit harder,انكم لن تحاول مجرد اصعب قليلا ، couldn't you try just a little bit more?لا يمكن لكم مجرد محاولة فيها اكثر قليلا؟ Round, round robin run round, gotta get back where you belong,جولة ، جولة جولة روبن البعيد ، يجب العودة المكان الذي تنتمون اليه ، little bit harder, just a little bit more,اصعب قليلا ، قليلا قليلا ، وأكثر a little bit harder than ya gone before.قليلا ذهبت البالغ الصغير اصعب من قبل. The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,العجله تحول وأنت لا تستطيع ان تبطئ ، you can't let go and you can't hold on,لا يمكنك تركها وان لا يمكنك ان نتمسك ، you can't go back and you can't stand still,لا يمكنك العودة وانك لا تستطيع ان تقف دون حراك ، if the thunder don't get ya then the lightning will.اذا الرعد لا يحصل البالغ الصغير ثم سوف البرق. Small wheel turnin' by the fire in the rod,عجلة صغيرة تورنين 'النار في القضيب ، big wheel turn by the grace of God,بدوره العجله الكبيرة بفضل الله ، every time that wheel turn round,ان العجله في كل مرة بدوره الجولة bound to cover just a little more ground.ملزمة لتغطية أكثر قليلا من الارض. The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,العجله تحول وأنت لا تستطيع ان تبطئ ، you can't let go and you can't hold on,لا يمكنك تركها وان لا يمكنك ان نتمسك ، you can't go back and you can't stand still,لا يمكنك العودة وانك لا تستطيع ان تقف دون حراك ، if the thunder don't get ya then the lightning will.اذا الرعد لا يحصل البالغ الصغير ثم سوف البرق. Won't you try just a little bit harder,انكم لن تحاول مجرد اصعب قليلا ، couldn't you try just a little bit more?لا يمكن لكم مجرد محاولة فيها اكثر قليلا؟ Won't you try just a little bit harder,انكم لن تحاول مجرد اصعب قليلا ، couldn't you try just a little bit more?لا يمكن لكم مجرد محاولة فيها اكثر قليلا؟ provided by e Lyrics.netه تقدمها ليريكس.نيت
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Band de tío Juan Manan los primeros días son los días más duros, no tú preocupación más, La 'causa cuando vida parece la calle fácil, allí es peligro en tu puerta. Pensar esto a través con mí, dejarme saben tu mente, ¿Wo, oh, qué deseo saber, soy soy tú bueno? Es opción de un bailarín del buck mi amigo; mejorar la toma mi consejo. Sabes todas las reglas ahora y el fuego del hielo. ¿Vendrás con mí? ¿No vendrás con mí? ¿Wo, oh, qué deseo saber, tú vengo con mí? ¿Goddamn, pozo que declaro, has visto los similares? Su pared se construye de cannonballs, su lema es “no pisa en mí”. Venido oír a tío John'n Band el jugar a la marea, Viene con mí, o va solamente, él se viene tomar a sus niños a casa. Es la misma historia que el cuervo me contó; es el único que él conoce. Como el sol de la mañana vienes y como el viento vas. No hay tiempo para odiar, mide el tiempo apenas para esperar, ¿Wo, oh, qué deseo saber, dónde el tiempo voy? Vivo en una mina de plata y la llamo la tumba del mendigo; Me conseguí un violín y te pido llamar la consonancia, cualquiera bien escogido, puedo oír tu voz. ¿Wo, oh, qué deseo saber, cómo la canción voy? Venido oír a Venda de tío Juan al lado de la orilla, Consiguió algunas cosas para hablar, aquí al lado de la marea de levantamiento. Venido oír a Venda de tío Juan el jugar a la marea, Se adelanta adelante, o va solamente, él se viene tomar a sus niños a casa. Wo, oh, qué deseo saber, cómo hace la canción ir.
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OK OK, so maybe I went a bit overboard with the translation thang... ( -; peace.
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just wondering how all of the old gang are doing?? anyone in touch with Gypsy Soul? I ain't heard hide nor hare from here for what seems like a while... out on the plains in a bad cowboy B movie, one cowboy remarks to the other: 'seems quiet 'round these parts' "yeah, too quiet." his pardner responds... peace. ( -: "Saint Stephen avec une rose, dans et hors du jardin il va, Jardin de pays sous le vent et la pluie, Partout où il va le peuple tout se plaint."
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I think with all the topics now available and sub-topics and super-forums, etc, its so easy to lose track of folks especially now that us old 'wild west' folks have been merged into the general population. Now, I wouldn't post without a link would I? No! I've been listening to 7-8-78 over and over again (Oroboros sent me some AUD's that I believe he engineered himself and well!) as it is just a great show. Wharf Rat>Franklin's is not to be missed! http://tela.sugarmegs.org/_asxtela/gd1978-07-08.asx | I'm just a, well...porpoise. |
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what is that porpoise line from??
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and I've always wondered where all of these good folks who are here now were during the wild west days??
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"Porpoise" is one of my songs, I will post the lyrics for your enjoyment: I'm just a porpoise that looks like a dog I got big funny ears, you might think I was a frog If you saw me But I'm just a, well...porpoise I got lots of gray fur All over my back I got a dorsal fin and my nose is black I'm just a, well...porpoise Re: all these wonderful folks: I think they were either not aware of the previous forum (Dead.net sent out emails to like, everyone about the new site) and/or the chaos of the old forum freaked 'em out and they couldn't deal. Either way, its too bad, 'cause we coulda used 'em! My turn for questions: Joe, ain't you shackin' up in Jersey? I grew up in Union, NJ. | I'm just a, well...porpoise. |
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Quote:Posted: June 15, 2007 - 3:50am Casey Jones in Berlin!! Diesen Zug, stark auf Kokain fahren, Casey Jones ist, aufpassen deine Geschwindigkeit bereit. Mühe voran, Mühe nach, Und du weißt, daß Begriff gerade meinen Verstand kreuzte. Diese alte Maschine bildet ihn rechtzeitig, Zeitraum der Blatt-zentralen Station 'ein Viertel bis neun, Erfolge Fluss-Verzweigung bei siebzehn zu, An einem Viertel bis 10 weißt du, daß es travlin wieder ist. Diesen Zug, stark auf Kokain fahren, Casey Jones ist, aufpassen deine Geschwindigkeit bereit. Mühe voran, Mühe nach, Und du weißt, daß Begriff gerade meinen Verstand kreuzte. Mühe voran, Dame im Rot, Meinen Rat befolgen, den du weg von den Toten besser sein würdest. Des schlafenden Switchmans, bilden hundert aus und zwei ist Auf der falschen Schiene und vorangegangen für dich. Diesen Zug, stark auf Kokain fahren, Mühe voran, Mühe nach, Und du weißt, daß Begriff gerade meinen Verstand kreuzte. Mühe mit dir ist die Mühe mit mir, Zwei gute Augen aber dich erhalten noch nicht sehen. Ringsum die Schlaufe, dich kommen wissen, daß es das Ende ist, Der Feuerwehrmann schreit und die Maschine glaenzt gerade… ----------------------------------------------------- Haha, did you translate this with a little help from Babel Fish ? I'm sorry, but it makes no sense at all. I translated your german version into french, than into portuguese and back to english. Let's what will happen: Casey Jones in Berlin! this convoy, on of the Kokain leads strong, is a Casey Jones, to make attention loan your speed. The effort ahead, effort, and you know that the notion crossed my agreement necessarily. It it time, the period of the leaf central offices affixes ' form this old device one room to the new, successes junction of river with dezassete too much, one room to the 10 knows you who are of new travlin.' This convoy, on of the Kokain leading strong, is a Casey Jones, making attention loan your speed. The effort ahead, effort, and you know that the notion crossed my agreement necessarily to follow an effort ahead, lady red, to mean the advice that you would be better distant deaths. The Switchmans that sleeps, one hundred form and of two on the false carril and had preceded for you. This convoy, on of the Kokain that goes down strong, ahead, the effort, and knows an effort that the notion crossed my agreement necessarily. The effort with is it of maintenance not still the effort with me, of two good eyes does not see it however. The closed circuit, comes it entour it knows that it was the end, walked the man of firemen and the device shines necessarily
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My guy just died and i cant get LSD anymore. Im to old to know where to find it now. Any advice on where would be a common place to find it would be nice i figured if anyone would know it would be you guys.
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Oooops. It seems I can't edit my last post. I mean: Let's see what will happen. Sorry.
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nope, but I did get pulled over by the NJ State troops enough to have spent a bit of 'time' there way back when... ( -: grew up in NYC, but I have loads of friends still in the tri state area, I head that way at least once or twice a year. some family still around there, too.
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some website did the translations... I do not have it bookmarked on this 'puter, but I am sure some liberties were taken. looks cool, though, don't it??
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and thanks for the lyrics, Sken!! what kind of tune? do you have a myspace or website or something that we can actually listen to your music? I'm gonna put in another plug for this stuff, just cause I dig Native American music so much and the website addy is so easy to remember... cornsmoke.com I dig it! ( -:
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Hey! Yeah, I got some music over at http://www.myspace.com/fralex9 but porpoise does not live there. Anyone wishing to hear this "Porpoise" can "private message" me and provide me with a real email address and I can send the individual an mp3 of that tune as recorded with a band I was in. I can't post it anywhere out of respect for the fellow musicians, but I'd provide it via email. I will check out this "cornsmoke.com". Anyone seen "leadbelly27" around? | I'm just a, well...porpoise. |
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I ain't seen leadbelly around here for a while either... on June 8th, I sent him and gypsy a couple of private messages which are still marked 'new' in the outbox. I think this means they haven't read them yet... so possibly they haven't logged onto the board? or more likely, they are ignoring private messages that I sent them. ( -; oh, and sken, you've got mail. peace.
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You have double mail! Now, who could ignore you? Cornsmoke is very cool indeed! | I'm just a, well...porpoise. |
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skenisahen.com I'm waiting on that one... peace.
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Hey Sken, I see Oroboros hit you with the same karma!!!! He sent me 7-8-78 as well...What a guy...And just like you, I can't stop listening to it...What a second set..Prophet>Other>Eyes>Drumz>Wharf>Franklin's>Sugar Mag is serious business!!!!!! What a great AUD from a great dude!!!!!!!! THANKS TO OROBOROS!!!!!! Dead to the Core myspace.com/bongwizard
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thankx for posting this vid up! it might seem totally fucked up, but back in the day there were actually tour busses bringing 'normal' folks around into the Haight to see the hippie freaks... Garcia, as usual, is quite well spoken as was Weir at the end there... I do dig the Prince Valient doo Phil is sporting! ( -: peace.
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I was wondering about gypsysoul, leadbelly and others myself. We had such a good time on the old board. Kind of sad that it's all gone, although I do like the new board (I wish I had my old name though). "This aggression will not stand, man....."
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I agree GRTUD... and where is Lou Davenport?? so many folks who were posting almost every day... and then suddenly stop. one issue: they might not never see this post or your post, and never hear of our concern. Still no answer from Gypsy or leadbelly from the private message I sent them a couple of weeks ago... peace.
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Good old Occam's Razor. Re: gypsy soul, leadbelly, lou, etc: Maybe, just maybe, they are on the road following RatDog or going to music festivals and generally enjoying the summer music party scene whilest we are here in cyber-land, they may be experiencing the joys of real life actual reality hippiedom. In which case, they'll be back! | I'm just a, well...porpoise. |
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yeah, the thought about the 'road' occurred to me, too. hopefully so. which, by the by, I'm heading EAST (the far east - that is) in a few weeks. long story, but the 'rats' in my life (you dirty rat) are keeping me from RatDog... I will bop back to the east coast and Hawaii for a bit, but point is, I will be 'offline' for about 3 months-- July, Aug, Sept. anyone wanna guest host 'Call the Tune'??? peace. "The highway is for gamblers, you'd better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence"