WOW I go to work for a few hours and missed such a hot topic!
ok music!
well Lech I agree that the Beatles are overated in some regards. it drives me NUTS when they are voted on #1 band all the time on those damn lists of top 200 artists etc
I love Dire Straits, Love The Police – there are so many bnds I love!!!
Was talking to sales manager of fairly large industrial manufacturer today, they had projected 10% sales increase over a (bad) last year. Sales up 32%, they can’t get enough inventory going.
Warren Buffet said something similar the other day.
Biff – Hands down my fave Peter Gabriel is Mercy Street. Coincidentally, Jester posted the full lyrics to the song here a while back. I’ll do it again:
looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams all made real
all of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody’s head
she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam
lets take the boat out
wait until darkness
let’s take the boat out
wait until darkness comes
nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of day
there in the midst of it so alive and alone
words support like bone
dreaming of mercy st.
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy(‘s arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
‘swear they moved that sign
dreaming of mercy
pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
tugging at the darkness, word upon word
confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
to the priest-he’s the doctor
he can handle the shocks
dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
of kissing Mary’s lips
dreaming of mercy st.
wear your insides out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy’s arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
‘swear they moved that sign
looking for mercy
in your daddy’s arms
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Anne, with her father is out in the boat
riding the water
riding the waves on the sea
I’m having an 80’s throwback day. Depeche Mode, Ultravox and New Order.
lechacal:
A. My post wasn’t directed at you, but good to see how thin-skinned you’ve become.
2. That’s the best response you could muster? You’re slipping.
You are easily amused if that was a “wheeeeee” m4l.
If the rest of the world got things done at the snails pace that lawyers get things done – there would be no world. Suck that, lawyer boy!
WOW I go to work for a few hours and missed such a hot topic!
ok music!
well Lech I agree that the Beatles are overated in some regards. it drives me NUTS when they are voted on #1 band all the time on those damn lists of top 200 artists etc
I love Dire Straits, Love The Police – there are so many bnds I love!!!
Denton – I’m not qualified to evaluate your prurience: that, after all, is subjective.
so rob, what WAS that chick lit title you were reading today?
Was talking to sales manager of fairly large industrial manufacturer today, they had projected 10% sales increase over a (bad) last year. Sales up 32%, they can’t get enough inventory going.
Warren Buffet said something similar the other day.
Biff – Hands down my fave Peter Gabriel is Mercy Street. Coincidentally, Jester posted the full lyrics to the song here a while back. I’ll do it again:
looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams all made real
all of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody’s head
she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam
lets take the boat out
wait until darkness
let’s take the boat out
wait until darkness comes
nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of day
there in the midst of it so alive and alone
words support like bone
dreaming of mercy st.
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy(‘s arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
‘swear they moved that sign
dreaming of mercy
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/mercy-street-lyrics-peter-gabriel.html ]
in your daddy’s arms
pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
tugging at the darkness, word upon word
confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
to the priest-he’s the doctor
he can handle the shocks
dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
of kissing Mary’s lips
dreaming of mercy st.
wear your insides out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy’s arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
‘swear they moved that sign
looking for mercy
in your daddy’s arms
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Anne, with her father is out in the boat
riding the water
riding the waves on the sea