"What are you listening to"?

**Jan Taihwo** · January 21, 2007, 01:44 PM

If you really want to know.. the you can just look here!

http://www.last.fm/
Great site, i recommend it to everyone!

**mitrandil20** · January 21, 2007, 02:07 PM

dire straits - sultans of swing

**Niles Crane** · January 21, 2007, 03:20 PM

I am currently listening to Presence Of The Lord by Blind Faith. POTL is generally regarded as being one of the greatest rock songs, and even though it was as early as 1969, it was a good presentation for Clapton's songwriting abilities... and his searing guitar solos.

**~~Atheist Peace~~** · January 21, 2007, 03:50 PM

Originally Posted by Jan-Taihwo

If you really want to know.. the you can just look here!

http://www.last.fm/
Great site, i recommend it to everyone!

Last.fm thread

Last.fm does indeed rock, though.

I'm listening to Kid Dynamite's cover of Black Flag's "Rise Above." Of course it's not nearly as good, but it's not bad.

**RZZZA** · January 21, 2007, 03:53 PM

Fu-gee-la by the Fugees

**Shazbot** · January 21, 2007, 05:34 PM

Bat Country - Avenged Sevenfold

**~~Atheist Peace~~** · January 21, 2007, 08:11 PM

The Jam - "All Mod Cons"

Rocks.

**Anachronist** · January 21, 2007, 08:19 PM

System of a Down-"Holy Mountains".

**Sétanta** · January 21, 2007, 08:37 PM

Celtic Symphony by the Wolfe Tones

**Lavastein** · January 21, 2007, 08:43 PM

hillary duff- so yesterday then i will hear avril lavigne- why should i care

....what?

**_TheChevalier_** · January 21, 2007, 08:50 PM

Just finished to listen Ich Will - Rammstein, now I'm listening Benzin, also from Rammstein

**Yamoto** · January 22, 2007, 12:25 PM

Genesis- The Carpet Crawlers

He returns from his mixed-up memories to the passage he was previously stuck in. this time he discovers a long carpeted corridor.

There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
- gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping theyll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
Theres no hiding in my memory.
Theres no room to avoid.

The walls are painted in red ochre and are marked by strange insignia, some looking like a bulls-eye, others of birds and boats. further down the corridor, he can see some people; all kneeling.
Broken sighs and murmurs they struggle, in their slow motion to move towards a wooden door at the end. having seen only the inanimate bodies in the grand parade of lifeless packaging, rael rushe
Talk to them.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, theyve more lifeblood than before.
Theyre moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needles eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

Whats going on? he cries to a muttering monk, who conceals a yawn and replies its a long time yet before the dawn. a sphinx-like crawler calls his name saying don
K him, the monk is drunk. each one of us is trying to reach the top of the stairs, a way out will await us there. not asking how he can move freely, our hero goes boldly through the door.
D a table loaded with food, is a spiral staircase going up into the ceiling.

Theres only one direction in the faces that I see;
Its upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing theyre free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing
Bright.
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
Its the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

**God** · January 22, 2007, 02:04 PM

This thread still isn't closed?

Deep Purple -- Space Truckin'

**Your Lame Sister** · January 23, 2007, 06:04 AM

slayer - raining blood. stupid lyrics - awsome music!

**Nasheim** · January 24, 2007, 06:21 AM

Agalloch - Bloodbirds

**megaflus** · January 24, 2007, 09:41 AM

asalångastockar - Jag samlar mina tankar

**~~Atheist Peace~~** · January 24, 2007, 10:00 AM

Ted Leo and the Pharmacists - "Walking to Do"

Won't you take me where my feet feel happy in their own time
And the Cathedral of Reason lets the bells chime, and the lightning is fine?
I'm old enough to know that people waiting for some big sign
Should quit their waiting on the Divine. Divine is what's in your mind
I've seen the cruel and hard, and I've seen them hard on you
But I'll buy you brand new shoes if you cross to my side –
there's a whole lot of walking to do

And if we're near or far from out city by the sea-side
Well, as long as we keep our stride, I believe we'll be fine

You've seen the years roll on, and you've seen me roll with you
I see the road is long, so get on my side, there's a whole lot of walking to do

And if we stay on our feet, we'll make it in our own time
And though the road has got some steep climbs, I believe we'll be fine

From your house, to my house, to the Mews –
there's a whole lot of walking to do
Bethnal Green, to the tube – there's a whole lot of walking to do
Aoyama to Shobuya – there's a whole lot of walking to do
Rock Creek Park, to The Ave., and on past the zoo – there's a whole lot of walking
whole lot of walking to do

Well I'm here, I'm here, and you're here, and it's true – there's a whole lot of walking to do
And you're cool, you're cool, and I'm cool, and it's true – there's a whole lot of walking to do
There's no fuss, no fuss! and I trust, I trust you- there's a whole lot of walking to do
And you're strong, I'm strong, and I can be too – there's a whole lot of walking to do
And you do, and I do – there's a whole lot of walking to do

The best song ever written.