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Traveling Wilbury's... best "super group" that's ever been assembled.

R.I.P. Roy Orbison
 
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The Briggs new CD, "Come All You Madmen" :thumbs:

Punk band from Los Angeles. Van's Warped Tour 2008 just started and The Briggs will be doing the whole tour this summer. So will the Street Dogs. :thumbs:

The major indie label "Side One Dummy" is Flogging Molly's label as well.
 
This week is:
Grateful Dead-Mars Hotel
Cannibal Ox- Cold Vein
Queens of the Stone Age- Lullabys to Paralyze
Thelonius Monk- Monks Dream
Bob Dylan- Live at Royal Albert Hall 1966 Disc 1. This may be in my top 5 favorites of all time. Desolation Row, Vision of Johanna, She Bleongs to Me & Its All Over Now, Baby Blue. A must buy for anybody.... No really;)
 
the Bottle Rockets :cool: Dexateens, steady dose of Mofro, Ryan Adams, Whiskeytown,
 
Been playing alot of "The man in black" Johnny Cash and Van Morrison this week. Sometimes you just can't beat older classic songs.
 
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The Briggs new CD, "Come All You Madmen" :thumbs:

Punk band from Los Angeles. Van's Warped Tour 2008 just started and The Briggs will be doing the whole tour this summer. So will the Street Dogs. :thumbs:

The major indie label "Side One Dummy" is Flogging Molly's label as well.

I saw the briggs twice..they opened for the Dropkick Murphys and then I saw them a while ago opening for anti-flag...probably my favourite "new" punk band

today it has been the two solo Mike Ness records..to get primed to go see him tomarrow
 
Natural splits sunburn jets price marks smart bets
Strikers luck pitch backs heap tips pit slacks
Dressed pints demon shrinks bread drunk dead drinks
Stretch clubs models box draw skin black shocks
Money spines paper lung kidney bingos organ fun
Flag stunt rock stone dole axe crash dive
Breathe thrift take speed double take weekends
Skull row drugs hall colour bars sex calls
Sparkle finds rented rings pretty things clipped wings
Gold street spy fleet scandal food poor treat
Fire run club gun rule mob burn some
Bomb time pop crime stock frame steady climb
Fresh name donor game fair meat all the same

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My play list right now:
Detharmonica- Dethklok
Vitamin String Quartet- Several ways to die trying(Tribute to Dashboard Confessional)
Vitamin String Quartet- Rapid Hope Loss(Tribute to Dashboard Confessional)
Vitamin String Quartet- The Swiss Army Romance(Dashboard again)
Vitamin String Quartet- The Red(Tribute to Chevelle)
La Donna E Mobile- Luciano Pavarotti
Nessun Dorma- Luciano Pavarotti


Good stuff :thumbs:
 
Stealing down an alley on a cold dark night
I see a halo in the rain around the street light
I stop and look, and listen to the sound
As the raindrops penetrate the silence all around
Alone, I gaze into the glistening street
The distant thunder echoing my heartbeat
Urging me on to a secret goal
Away from the light from this lamp on a pole
So I turn, slip away into the rain
Drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane
Clutching the tools of my trade in my hand
An old box of matches and a gasoline can
Darkness envelopes the scene like a shroud
A veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds
Filling up the cracks in this desolate place
Cradled by the night in an icy embrace

Moving to the town like a ghost in the rain
A dim reflection in a dark window pane
Blackness beckons from every side
Creeping all around like an incoming tide
A broken window in an empty house
I slip inside and begin to douse
The whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire
And push back the night, taking me higher
On out of the darkness in a defeaning roar
The match in my hand is the key to the door
A simple turn of the wrist will suffice
To open a passage to paradise
I pause, I think about the past and the gloom
The smell of gasoline permeates the room
Everyone has a little secret he keeps
I light the fires while the city sleeps...

The match makes a graceful arc to the floor
And time stands still as I turn for the door
Which explodes in a fireball and throws me to the street
I hit the ground running with the flames at my feet
Reaching for the night which recoils from the fire
The raindrops hiss like a devilish choir
Dying in the flames with a terrible sound
Calling all the names of the sleepers all around
But then in the arms of the night, they lay
Their dreams, sprout wings and fly away
Out of the houses in a gathering flock
Swarming overhead as I hurry down the block
I make my escape with the greatest of ease
And savor the darkness, drop to my knees
And the lightless window, my hand on the latch
I reach in my pocket, and pull out a match...


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