Song Meme from Gaile at Deployment (Again)
DU HAST - Rammstein
1. Put Your iTunes on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the 'next song' button to get your answer.
3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5. Tag at least 10 friends (this was originally a FaceBook Meme)
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What do your friends think of you?
Scarlet Ribbons - Harry Belefonte
If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say...
Deliver Me - INXS
How would you describe yourself?
Fight the Good Fight - Triumph (OK, I like this one ...)
What do you like in a guy/girl?
I'm Number 1 - Nelly, featuring Baby and DJ Khaled
How do you feel today?
Dark Horse - Amanda Marshall (Oh, food for thought ...)
What is your life’s purpose?
Peace of Me - Natasha Bedingfield (LMAO - one can hope ...)
What is your motto?
Follow You Home - Nickleback (snort. In some ways, saldy, true ... )
What do you think about often?
Reaching - Carolyn Arends (sigh ... )
What is 2+2?
I'm Your Man - Particia O'Callaghan
What do you think of your best friend?
Now or Never - Mya
What do you think of the person you like?
Every Time I Turn Around - Joss Stone
What is your life story?
Skin - Rascal Flats ( O_o )
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Middle Man - Jack Johnson
What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Fool For Love - Sandy Rogers ( LMAO again!!! )
What will you dance to at your wedding?
Maria Maria - Santana (Ya, baby)
What will they play at your funeral?
Don't Listen to a Word You've Heard - Justin Nozuka
What is your hobby/interest?
Good Enough - Sarah McLachlan
What is your biggest fear?
A Gift of a Thistle - James Horner and the London Symphony Orchestra (Braveheart Soundtrack)
What is your biggest secret?
What Hurts the Most - Rascal Flats (Ouch)
What do you think of your friends?
Sleep Through the Static - Jack Johnson (Hey! LOL )
What will you post this as?
Du Hast - Rammstein
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Sunday, April 3, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Mushy Mouse Mix song samples ...
Wait For Me, from Theory of a Deadman, is one of Sebastian's favorite "Deployment Songs"; he calls it "The Soldier's Song". I keep it on my iPod, on what he has christened my "Mushy Mouse Mix". The other song I have been going to a lot lately is Mike Corrado's "My Watch Tonight".
More samples, next time I am in the mood. In the mean time, enjoy.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Twisted
**Please note, this post has been recorded live before a studio audience (well, OK, the dogs). I am off enjoying my reunion. I will catch up with you all on my return**
So ... I went to You Tube to find a video of Scott Wesley Brown's "This Little Child" to post on my December 25 Christmas post. I have always thought of that song as a Chritmas song, even though others have informed me it is not. I has the post written, had it embedded, and was watching it run through. I was very happy with it ... until I got to about 3:33 in the video and then WHOA! Am I seeing what I think I am, and what's that next? Ghaa! Stop that right now.
NOT what I have thought about with this song.
I post it here, below, and you can watch or not, as you choose ... but I warn you that at 3:33 in the video, this amazing Cristmas song becomes a platform for someone else's hate, and gay bashing, and political ... I am not really sure what to call it.
I am very tolerant of other people's opinions ... as long as they afford the same courtesy back. I don't know Scott Wesley Brown personally, but to me "fools who march to win the right to justify their sins" is not a reference to same-sex marriage, and "Every nation that has fallen, has fallen from within" showing the 9/11 attacks ... wrong, wrong, wrong.
So ... I went to You Tube to find a video of Scott Wesley Brown's "This Little Child" to post on my December 25 Christmas post. I have always thought of that song as a Chritmas song, even though others have informed me it is not. I has the post written, had it embedded, and was watching it run through. I was very happy with it ... until I got to about 3:33 in the video and then WHOA! Am I seeing what I think I am, and what's that next? Ghaa! Stop that right now.
NOT what I have thought about with this song.
I post it here, below, and you can watch or not, as you choose ... but I warn you that at 3:33 in the video, this amazing Cristmas song becomes a platform for someone else's hate, and gay bashing, and political ... I am not really sure what to call it.
I am very tolerant of other people's opinions ... as long as they afford the same courtesy back. I don't know Scott Wesley Brown personally, but to me "fools who march to win the right to justify their sins" is not a reference to same-sex marriage, and "Every nation that has fallen, has fallen from within" showing the 9/11 attacks ... wrong, wrong, wrong.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Changed for Good
** Happy 100th post to me **
From the Broadway Musical Wicked
For Good on You Tube
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives
For a reason,
Bringing something we must learn.
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them,
And we help them in return.
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true,
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you.
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun.
Like a stream that meets a boulder
In a distant wood.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good.
It well may be
That we may never meet again
In this lifetime.
So let me say before we part,
So much of me
Is made from what I learned from you.
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart.
And now whatever way our stories end,
I know you have rewritten mine
By being my friend.
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea.
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have have been changed for good.
And just to clear the air,
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for.
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share,
And none of it seems to matter anymore.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better.
And because I knew you
I have been changed for good.
For Good lyrics and music © Stephen Schwartz
That people come into our lives
For a reason,
Bringing something we must learn.
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them,
And we help them in return.
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true,
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you.
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun.
Like a stream that meets a boulder
In a distant wood.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good.
It well may be
That we may never meet again
In this lifetime.
So let me say before we part,
So much of me
Is made from what I learned from you.
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart.
And now whatever way our stories end,
I know you have rewritten mine
By being my friend.
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea.
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have have been changed for good.
And just to clear the air,
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for.
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share,
And none of it seems to matter anymore.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better.
And because I knew you
I have been changed for good.
For Good lyrics and music © Stephen Schwartz
Thursday, November 5, 2009
When In Rome: Holiday CD Giveaway
I usually don't do anything even remotely Christmassy until after November 11th, but Sara over at When In Rome is doing a holiday giveaway of a new Christmas CD, The Greatest Gift: Songs of the Season by Alexis Cole. Alexis Cole, the artist, is an international Jazz musician who has dedicated her life to serving others, and has recently entered basic training for the US Army. For more info, and an interview with the artist, see Sara's blog at When In Rome: Holiday Giveaway . You can listen to samples of some of the tracks, and learn more about Alexis, and purchase the album at www.alexiscole.com . All profits from the CD are to be donated to World Bicycle Relief .
I listened to the sample tracks, and I agree with Sara that Alexis' voice is reminiscent of an earlier time, evoking a smoky basement lounge with ladies in long satin or velvet dresses, updo's, and bright red lipstick. But there is also a hint of a celtic lilt in some of the tracks, and that quirky little rhythm or unexpected note that makes jazz what it is.
I listened to the sample tracks, and I agree with Sara that Alexis' voice is reminiscent of an earlier time, evoking a smoky basement lounge with ladies in long satin or velvet dresses, updo's, and bright red lipstick. But there is also a hint of a celtic lilt in some of the tracks, and that quirky little rhythm or unexpected note that makes jazz what it is.
Sara has asked people what their favorite Christmas song is. I don't have one favorite, but here are some of the ones that make the list:
This Little Child, Scott Wesely Brown. I know this isn't *really* a Christmas song, it was originally actually a Viet Nam protest song, but to me it speaks to the spirit of Christmas, and one of the songs I always this of first when I am asked this.
Do You Hear What I Hear?
Breath of Heaven, Amy Grant
The Bare Naked Ladies / Sara McLachlan version of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen / We Three Kings
Saturday, October 24, 2009
The Green Fields of France
Well, how do you do, young Willie McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.
© Eric Bogle
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