What are you listening to right now?

[Laodicean]

[Jeff]

[American Dream]

Wait for the groove @ 3:20...

[justdrew]

[Allegro]

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Wir Sind Wir | Paul van Dyk & Peter Heppner



LYRICS.
Day by day, year by year
When I'm walking along this street
I'm seeing the ruins crowing up to houses

Many windows still stay empty
There was no return for many people
About the things what just happened
No one speaks about it anymore

But I'm still asking who we are

We're what we are
We're standing here
Divided, defeated and else
We are still alive!

We're what we are
We're standing here
It can't be over yet
No time for sadness
We're what we are
We're standing here
We're what we are

We thought 'resurrection from the ruins'
Dreams had to come true
40 years of united power
We made ashes into gold

Now everything changed
Things from the past are worthless today
Now we can get everything
But didn't we want more than that?

And I'm asking where we are

We're what we are
We're standing here
Reunited in one country
Rich and burned out

We're what we are
We're standing here
we're not going down
No time to be angry
We're what we are
We're standing here
We're what we are

We're what we are
Divided, defeated and else
Finally, we still exist!

We're what we are
We will get over it
Because life has to go on

We're what we are
This is just a bad phase
We will never give up!

[Allegro]

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Robodock 2010 | The FeniX Orchestra
— You'll have to click over to watch the 20-minute,
high resolution documentary. Here's a trailer.



What is Robodock 2010? [YOUTUBE NOTES.] Robodock presents THE FENIX: a hypnotising industrial fairytale on the slope of the NDSM wharf. After a century of adventures, the mythological firebird has landed at Robodock. Her nest is drifting on the waves. In a cacophony of overwhelming mechanical soundscapes, blazing fire sculptures and music from all over the globe, the ancient bird prepares for her last breath.

While she burns in scorching flames, the Fenix sings her enchanting song for the last time. She is accompanied by her own special effects orchestra, the FX Orchestra. Instruments like sirens, blowers, huge water canons, flame throwers and fire organs create an overwhelming soundtrack for her exit. There is much more music: talented up and coming bands, big established names and fresh, international dj's…

[justdrew]

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[Bruce Dazzling]

Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fibre ignorance, cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows

Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts, gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens

Waiting, the season of the button
The penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes
For the fashionably
For the terminally ... insane, insane
Do you realise? Do you realise? Do you realise?
This world is totally fugazi

Where are the prophets?
Where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets, to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?

[barracuda]

[justdrew]

excellent barracuda

[IanEye]

http://rigorousintuition.ca/board2/viewtopic.php?p=220372#p220372

Intro Lick:

E Emaj7 F#m repeat
|--12-12-------------11-11-------------9--9----------------|
|----9--9--------------9--9-------------10-10--------------|
|---------9-(let ring)------9-(let ring)------11-(let ring)|
|----------------------------------------------------------|
|----------------------------------------------------------|
|----------------------------------------------------------|

E Emaj7 F#m
She comes down from Yellow Mountain
E Emaj7 F#m
On a dark, flat land she rides
Amaj7 G#m
On a pony she named Wildfire
Amaj7 G#m
Whirlwind by her side
F#m G#m (intro lick)
On a cold Nebraska night.


Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came an early frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down its stall,
In a blizzard she was lost.

Amaj7 G#m
She ran calling Wild---fire,
Amaj7 G#m
Calling Wild---fire,
Amaj7 G#m F#m B Amaj7 (intro lick)
Calling Wi----i----ld----fi----i----re.


E Emaj7 F#m
By the dark of the moon I planted
E Emaj7 F#m
But there came an early snow.
Amaj7 G#m
Been a hoot owl howlin' outside my window now,
Amaj7 G#m
For six nights in a row.
F#m G#m
She's comin' for me, I know
F#m G#m
And on Wildfire we're both gonna go.


We'll be ridin' Wildfire,
Ridin' Wildfire,
We'll be ridin' Wildfire
On Wildfire we're gonna ride,
Gonna leave sodbustin' behind.
Get these hard times right on out of our minds,
Ridin' Wildfire.

[Laodicean]

Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fibre ignorance, cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows

Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts, gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens

Waiting, the season of the button
The penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes
For the fashionably
For the terminally ... insane, insane
Do you realise? Do you realise? Do you realise?
This world is totally fugazi

Where are the prophets?
Where are the visionaries?
Where are the poets, to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?

Hey Bruce, check this out - Fugazi Live Series Releases (Dischord Records).



^ Filmed by Brenden Canty. He later came out, donned the lab coat, and banged out All Along the Watchtower.

[Bruce Dazzling]

Hey Bruce, check this out - Fugazi Live Series Releases (Dischord Records).

Nice.

Thanks, Laodicean!

[Laodicean]

You are welcome.

[Bruce Dazzling]