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[Sunray]

 

[Reddhott]

 

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Geetar/Bass/Drums/Percussion:

Thanks SUN, I knew someone would appreciate the awesomeness....

 

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Yeah SD, it's funny. BUT it's true. If y'all don't believe me, do your own research.
Skynet is here and active.

The Globalist's theme song:


Your cellphone, your wallet, your time, your ideas
No barcode, no party, no iodine, no beers
Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears
No simcard, no disco, no photo, not here

Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets
Your office, your timeoff, your fashions,
Your sex, your pills, your grass, your ...., your ..., your laughs, your balls, we want

We want your soul
We want your soul
We want your soul
We want your soul

Tell us your habits, your facts, your fears
Give us your address, your shoe size, your years
Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes
Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life
Show us your children, your photos, your home
Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan
Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit
Play the lottery, play football, play the field, sports on two

Well show you things well show you swings
We'll buy you things, llamas, big yard birds
Well sell you crap well charge you fat
Were gonna find big guns & a drunk in your kitchen

We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)

Your thoughts, your emotions
Your loves, your dreams, your checkbook
Your essecnse, your sweat, your screams
Your security your soberiety
Your innocence
Your society, your self your place your distance your space

We want your soul

Here's boy bands here's matters, here's britney, here's cola
Here's pizza, here's tv, here's some rock and some plur
Watch commercials, more commercials, watch jerry, not oprah
buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshake, here's blue jeans
Here's padded bras, here's long cars, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
Here's live talk shows, here's video games, here's cola lite, here's timberlake
Here's fingertips, here's colegen, here's all night bars, here's plastic hips

We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)

We want your soul
We want your soul
We want your soul
We want your soul

No cookies, no stray, no drop-outs
No gays, no leftys, no loonies
No opinions, no way, no bankers
No teachers, no facts, no freaks
No skaters, no tweekers, no truth

We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)

(Your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
(Your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
(Your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
(Your cash, your house, your phone, your life)
We want your soul (your cash, your house, your phone, your life)

Songwriters: ADAM CHARLES FREELAND, DAMIAN TAYLOR

 

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Dangit Hazy, How could I like ONE of those themens songseses?
Please post one at a time...

 

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Getting a late start...

Sounds like the employees of the offices in which I'm working...
...pampered little millenialseses that need a good old fashioned spanking.
I would post pix of the "romper-rooms" and giant beanbags, but I cannot due to nondisclosure agreements...
Sleep-rooms/safe-space rooms/ Romper rooms/ BeanBags/ Beer on tap/ Buncha pampered poosois figgits...( I use that word to not describe one's preference, I don't care).
I will say that we are all doomed. Very, Very, DOOMED
Remember Idiocracy?
Here we are...

 

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My coworker says that digi is better.
He is wrong.

 

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A little sleepy-bye toon for y'all
(EQ the 120-63Hz up a notch)

 

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Thou shalt not .....foot around with this one.
Crank it. Observe the stereo L-R snare. You gotta pay some attention here.
The entire album has some kinda L-R phasing thing.
Hypno approved. Won't make you puke. It's OK

 

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You thought that was a Ventures tune(so did I)
NOPE it was the Tornadoes from the UK.
It was the first song to feature an electronic instrument....

 

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RARE film of Buddy using match-grip.
There must have been an injury.

HEY YOU! Watch this:

 

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YOU did not ask for this.
THE Master:

 

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If you know enough chops, you don't need a drumset.
CARL:

 

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It's so good, That I named a dog after the Album...

Don't be a poosie:






[I. Eruption]

[Instrumental]

[II. Stones of Years]

Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?
Have the days made you so unwise?
Realize, you are

Had you talked to the winds of time
Then you'd know how the waters rhyme
Taste of wine

How can you know where you've been?
In time you'll see the sign
And realize your sin

Will you know how the seed is sown?
All your time has been overgrown
Never known

Have you walked on the stones of years?
When you speak, is it you that hears?
Are your ears full?

You can't hear anything at all

[III. Iconoclast]

[Instrumental]

[IV. Mass]

The preacher said a prayer
Save every single hair on his head
He's dead

The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared
Who cared?
The weaver in the web that he made

The pilgrim wandered in
Commiting every sin that he could
So good

The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved
From the grave
The weaver in the web that he made

The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones that prayed
And all obeyed

The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time
A sign
The weaver in the web that he made

A bishops rings a bell
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground
Without a sound

The silent choir sing and in their silence
Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground
The weaver in the web that he made

[V. Manticore]

[Instrumental]

[VI. The Battlefield]

Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our victory
You talk of freedom, starving children fall
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?

Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace

Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly
Where the victims of your armies lie
We're the blades of grass and arrows rain
Then there will be no sorrow
Be no pain

[VII. Aquatarkus]

[Instrumental]

 

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HAMMOND B3

Shhhh....



Was only seventeen
I fell in love with a gypsy queen
She told me "hold on"
Her father was the leading man
Said "you're not welcome on our land"
And then as a foe, he told me to go

He took me to a little shack
And put a whip across my back
Then told her "leave me"
I was out for quite a time
Came back with her on my mind
Sweet little girl
She means all the world

Ah

Oh, I want my gypsy queen
Will she still be torn between
Her father and lover
One day I will go to him
Strong enough to fight and win
The kind of a man
That he'll understand

Ah
Ah
Ah

Songwriters: DAVID GARRICK, MICK BOX

 

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Y'all ready for some Heep?
Yeah, you're ready:

You, who brought
The sunshine to my eyes
You, who wondered
Through my sad disguise
And I have a love
That cannot die, for you
High priestess of my heart
Tell me that we won't part
Then let's get together in the sky
To leave the lonely world
To wonder why
For we have a love
We can't deny, so true
Songwriters: Ken Hensley

 

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HAMMOND B3
It's such a badaiss instrument.

PSST.
SILENCE




Somewhere in your eyes
That very special glow
Something drawing me
To where I do not know
I never really thought
That I would lose myself
Now I'm going faster
Than anybody else
You move without a sound
And touch me with your hand
Just like the rain that fondles
Every grain of sand
This thing we're gonna do
It's just for you and me
I'm gonna make it good
Good as it can be
Your kiss is sweeter now
Your breath is getting warm
We must take our time
And last it through til dawn
I wonder will it be
Oh, I expect it to
There have been other girls
No-one else like you
I feel a power here
I never felt before
And I begin to see
What drives us to want more
Oh, girl of all my dreams
Please tell me if I'm wrong
Because I've been blue
But we belong
As time passed and all too fast
I just knew we couldn't last
And I guessed that the end
Was near at hand
Though we tried our love inside
It just crumpled up and died
What went wrong
I will never understand
You tell me why
Alone again
How could you leave me
Alone again
I don't want to be
Alone again
There's a line in a rhyme
I was going to send to you
It says, "All that is to be
Will surely be"
So oh, though you had to go
'Cause you needed someone new
Is there still a chance
That you'll come back to me
I want you back you see
Alone again
How could you leave me
Alone again
How could you leave me
Alone again
I don't want to be alone again
Somewhere in your eyes
That very special glow
Something drawing me
To where I do not know
I never really thought
That I would lose myself
But now I'm going faster
Than anybody else
You move without a sound
And touch me with your hand
Just like the waves that fondle
Every little grain of sand
This thing we're gonna do
It's just for you and me
And I'm gonna make it good
Just you wait and see
Songwriters: Ken Hensley

 

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Lyrics just get in my way.
Please observe the awesomenesssesssess:

 

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OK then, You haven't had your aise kicked enough?
There is an answer for that.


Thelonius my old friend
Step on in and let me shake your hand
So glad that you're here again
For one more time
Let your madness run with mine
Streets still unseen we'll find somehow
No time is better than now

Tell me where are you driving
Midnight cruiser
Where is your bounty
Of fortune and fame
I am another
Gentlemen loser
Drive me to Harlem
Or somewhere the same

The world that we used to know
People tell me it don't turn no more
The places we used to go
Familiar faces that ain't smilin' like before
The time of our time has come and gone
I fear we been waiting too long

Tell me where are you driving
Midnight cruiser
Where is your bounty
Of fortune and fame
I am another
Gentlemen loser
Drive me to Harlem
Or somewhere the same

Songwriters: DONALD JAY FAGEN, WALTER CARL BECKER