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8192. anomie - 5/11/2006 12:22:10 AM Fabchannel.com
Here's an interesting web site to check out for free concert videos and music. The sound seems pretty good but I'm on a cheap laptop.
The Amsterdam music website Fabchannel.com has received the Webby Award in the category music.
Webby Awards are for websites what Oscars are for movies. Fabchannel broadcasts pop concerts which were given in the Amsterdam theatres Paradiso and the Melkweg on the internet.
According to the manager of Fabchannel, Mr Justin Kniest, it is the biggest concert archive on the internet.
8193. anomie - 5/11/2006 12:24:14 AM Last three paragraphs above should be in quotes...from the A-dam news site. 8194. Ulgine Barrows - 5/13/2006 4:32:01 AM meh 8195. DanDillon - 5/15/2006 8:23:06 PM Yet another fine reason for this forum's name... from Wiktionary
mote (verb)
1. to embarass or patronize either with or without malice, especially in a case of situational irony; short for demote;
"And as Elizabeth tripped Frank — causing him to drop his soda — Andrew, who was looking on happily, shouted, 'Moted!'" 8196. wonkers2 - 5/15/2006 11:42:53 PM Welcome back, Mr. Dillon. Long time no see. 8197. wonkers2 - 5/15/2006 11:43:07 PM Stick around! 8198. arkymalarky - 5/16/2006 2:22:47 AM I second Wonk! How are the children doing? 8199. DanDillon - 5/17/2006 9:45:47 PM We're all well. Thanks for asking. How's life in your neck o' the woods? 8200. arkymalarky - 5/17/2006 11:01:25 PM Very good. School's out in two weeks and the kid's home cleaning my house (remuneration is generous--a tank of gas). 8201. alistairconnor - 5/18/2006 10:46:40 AM Moted! I like it...
French translation (courtesy of the daughters) :
Cassssssééééééééééééé!
(Cassé, broken) 8202. wonkers2 - 5/19/2006 2:02:07 PM Interesting obituary.R.I.P. Peter Viereck. 8203. wonkers2 - 5/19/2006 2:28:25 PM "God is like Kilroy; He,too, sees it all;
That's how he knows of every sparrow's fall;
That's why we prayed each time the tightropes cracked
On which our loveliest clowns contrived their act.
The G. I. Faustus who was
everywhere
Strolled home again. "What was it like outside?"
Asked Can't, with his good neighbors Ought and But
and pale Perhaps and grave-eyed Better Not;
For 'Kilroy' means: the world is very wide.
He was there, he was there, he was there!
And in the suburbs Can't sat down and cried."
Final stanza of Peter Viereck's "Kilroy Was Here"
8204. wonkers2 - 5/19/2006 2:51:57 PM From Poetry Magazine:
"Schlessinger, recalling that Viereck, amazingly enough was the great-grandson of Kaiser Wilhelm I, through the Kaiser's mistress, the actress Edwina Viereck, calls him a 'romantic classicist, a poetic constitutionalist, an immoderate moderate, a Bohemian who argues for propriety and restraint.' Viereck himself put it this way: 'Progress is achieved in zig zags, by constant readiness to readjust to reality. A straight line is th longest distance between two points and the bloodiest.'" 8205. wonkers2 - 5/25/2006 1:11:21 PM The Feds in My Head 8206. jexster - 5/26/2006 7:33:13 PM For the ages...
check out #2 on ITunes/MSNMusic/Rhapsody etc...
"Chimes Of Freedom" - The Byrds
"Chimes Of Freedom" - Youssou N'Dour
"Chimes Of Freedom (live)" - Bruce Springsteen
"Chimes Of Freedom (Live Version)" - Bob Dylan
Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
8207. Ulgine Barrows - 5/27/2006 6:55:31 AM All that i'm asking tonight, is that I make it back home alive
No explosions, no crashes, no fights, I wanna get back home...
Back home...back home...
I wanna get back home...
Back home...back home...
I wanna get back home...
Back home...back home...
I wanna get back home...
Back home...back home...
Back home tonite
~Lost On Yer Merry Way
Grandaddy 8208. Ulgine Barrows - 5/27/2006 6:58:47 AM Here comes the chaos
Perfectly on time again
Is it ever gonna end
I feel so far away from home
Always so far away
ooopsie...Grandaddy again....goodnight
demolition can be fun 8209. Ulgine Barrows - 5/27/2006 7:44:03 AM Off on a merry way, Often in a lotta days, Lost on yer merry way
Cause unrevealed and never known...And never known...
Trouble with people like me, Tie 'em down and then they vanish instantly
Let this one fly...
Its really no problem, you see, When the sky ignites and your days crash quietly,
Let this one fly...
Off on a merry way, Often alotta days, Lost on yer merry way
~yeah, I forget: Grandaddy again 8210. Ulgine Barrows - 5/27/2006 8:03:00 AM Mary Anne, doesn't understand,
I wanna be her man, stupid Mary Anne.
Now I must complain, that she lacks a brain,
But my hearts in pain, it's driving me insane.
I think it's funny that Mary's such a dummy
You gotta really love her coz she has a lot of money,
And if she would only marry me,
It would really improve my economy.
Oh, Mary Anne, doesn't understand,
I wanna be her man, oooohhh stupid Mary Anne.
Stupid Mary Anne
I think it's funny that Mary's such a dummy
You gotta really love her coz she has a lot of money,
And if she would only marry me,
It would really improve my economy.
Oh, Mary Anne, doesn't understand,
I wanna be her man, oooohhh stupid Mary Anne.
DEAD MILKMAN......yay
Mary Anne, Mary Anne I wanna be your man,
Mary Anne, I wanna take your hand,
Mary Anne, I wanna see your plans,
Mary Anne, Oh won't you understand,
Mary Anne, I wanna be your man,
Mary Anne, I wanna take your hand,
Mary Anne, Oh won't you understand
OOOhhhhhhh - stupid Mary Anne 8211. Ulgine Barrows - 5/27/2006 8:08:17 AM I won't be the one who's going to let you down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around
I won't be the one who's going to let you down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around
The trick is to keep breathing
~garbage
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