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Capn Sunshine Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Dec-27-09 10:40 PM
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Till I Die- Beach Boys
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Dec-27-09 11:36 PM
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1. Beautiful..........thank you!
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abq e streeter Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-28-09 01:31 AM
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2. almost posted that but posted Surfs Up on that idiotic Eagles or Beachboys..who's worse
Edited on Mon Dec-28-09 02:12 AM by abq e streeter
thread. Precious few bands have ever been as good, much less better than these two. Mind boggling lack of taste and/or ears from many Duers there ( including one who I'd mentioned by name as generally knowing his shit musically). Same mentality as people who dismiss anything good that was also popular in order to feel hipper than everyone else. ( Plus probably a few who just really have no ears).And for our beloved Peggy, who seems to have not been familiar with some of the magnificent stuff the post-surf and cars Beachboys did ( although I LOVE their early surfin' and car songs too):


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hYIlH4nOEo

Surf's Up ( not a "surf song" at all)

and Trader; their history of America's violent colonization in 5 heartbreakingly beautiful minutes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4dxHyhRDlc








A diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand some drummed along, oh
To a handsome man and baton
A blind class aristocracy
Back through the op'ra glass you see
The pit and the pendulum drawn
Columnated ruins domino

Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?

Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
The music hall a costly bow
The music all is lost for now
To a muted trumperter swan
Columnated ruins domino

Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping, Brother John?

Dove nested towers the hour was
Strike the street quicksilver moon
Carriage across the fog
Two-Step to lamplight cellar tune
The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne

The glass was raised, the fired rose
The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting
While at port, adieu or die

A choke of grief HEART hardened I
Beyond belief a broken man too tough to cry

Surf's Up
Aboard a tidal wave
Come about hard and join
The young and often spring you gave
I heard the word
Wonderful thing
A children's song

Child, child, child, child, child
A child is the father of the man
Child, child, child, child, child
A child is the father of the man
A children's song
Have you listened as they played
Their song is love
And the children know the way
That's why the child is the father to the man
Child, child, child, child, child
Child, child, child, child, child
Na na na na na na na na
Child, child, child, child, child
That's why the child is the father to the man
Child, child, child, child, child





Beach Boys Trader lyrics

Hi
Trader
Trader sailed a jeweled crown
Humanity rowed the way
Exploring to command more land
Scheming how to rule the waves.
Trader spied a virgin plain
And named it for velvet robes
Wrote home declaring,
There's a place
Where totally folks are free
(Happily completely)
Nourishment fills the prairies and the hillsides
And animals stalk the mountains and the seaside
And fish abound the lakes and birds the skies
Signed sincerely.
Trader found the jeweled land
Was occupied before he came
By humans of a second look
Who couldn't even write their names shame
Trader said they're not as good
As folks who wear velvet robes
Wrote home again and asked, Please help
Their breasts I see; they're not like me
Banish them from our prairies and our hillsides
Clear them from our mountains and our seaside
I want them off our lakes so please reply
Signed sincerely.
Trader he got the crown okay
Cleared humanity from his way
He civilized all he saw
Making changes every single day say
Shops sprang over the prairies and the hillsides
Then roads cut through the mountains to the seaside
The other kind fled to hide, by and by,
And so sincerely
Cried.
Making it softly
Like the evening sea, trying to be
Making it go
Creating it gently
Like a morning breeze, a life of ease
Eyes that see
Beyond tomorrow, through to the time without hours
Passing the Eden of Flowers
Reason to live.
Embracing together
Like the merging streams, crying dreams
Making it full
Begging intently
For a slight reprieve, a night of ease
Hands to touch
Beyond the sorrow, on to the force without power
Piercing the crust of the tower
Reason to live.
Hoping
Like a budding rose, humbling shows
Making it.
Struggling lonely
Like a desert field, break the seal, make it real
Ears to hear
Beyond the showers, on to the suns of tomorrows
Burning the flesh of all sorrows
Reason to live.
Reason to continue
Reason to go on
Reason to live
Reason to live
Reason to live

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abq e streeter Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-28-09 01:54 AM
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3. and California Saga-10 minutes, but worth it.( including a Robinson Jeffers poem)The Beaks of Eagles
Edited on Mon Dec-28-09 02:21 AM by abq e streeter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4BiHBwQlg8

An eagle's nest on the head of an old redwood on one of the
precipice-footed ridges
Above Ventana Creek, that jagged country which nothing but a
falling meteor will ever plow; no horseman
Will ever ride there, no hunter cross this ridge but the winged
ones, no one will steal the eggs from this fortress.
The she-eagle is old, her mate was shot long ago, she is now mated
with a son of hers.
When lightning blasted her nest she built it again on the same
tree, in the splinters of the thunderbolt.
The she-eagle is older than I; she was here when the fires of
eighty-five raged on these ridges,
She was lately fledged and dared not hunt ahead of them but ate
scorched meat. The world has changed in her time;
Humanity has multiplied, but not here; men's hopes and thoughts
and customs have changed, their powers are enlarged,
Their powers and their follies have become fantastic,
The unstable animal never has been changed so rapidly. The
motor and the plane and the great war gone over him,
And Lenin has lived and Jehovah died: while the mother-eagle
Hunts her same hills, crying the same beautiful and lonely cry and
is never tired; dreams the same dreams,
And hears at night the rock slides rattle and thunder in the throats
of these living mountains.
It is good for man
To try all changes, progress and corruption, powers, peace and
anguish, not to go down the dinosaur's way
Until all his capacities have been explored; and it is good for him
To know that his needs and nature are no more changed in fact
in ten thousand years than the beaks of eagles."

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Bunny Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-28-09 08:03 AM
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4. Wouldn't It Be Nice - I think this video is pretty cute.
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dembotoz Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Dec-28-09 09:43 AM
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5. oh beach boys--please die NOW
hate em

hate em

hate em

make the eagles look talented...
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