Music Thread

[rodheadlee]

 

[rodheadlee]

 

[rodheadlee]

This song brings me back to being 17 and living in the city. I had never even heard of the Church yet. Life seemed so desperate at that age.

 

One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat
And hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreets

Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing
Where desperate lovers park, we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
Huddled in our cars, waiting for the bells that ring
In the deep heart of the night they set us loose of everything
To go running on the backstreets
Running on the backstreets
Terry, you swore we'd live forever
Taking it on them backstreets together

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Where famous dancers scraped the tears up off the street, dressed down in rags
Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying
At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying
Blame it on the lies that killed us, blame it on the truth that ran us down
You can blame it all on me, Terry, it don't matter to me now
When the breakdown hit at midnight, there was nothing to say
But I hated him, and I hated you when you went away

Laying here in the dark, you're like an angel on my chest
Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see
Trying to learn to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be
And after all this time, to find we're just like all the rest
Stranded in the park and forced to confess
To hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Where we swore forever friends
On the backstreets until the end

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets

Songwriter: Bruce Springsteen

[rodheadlee]

 Part 2 of being 17 in the city. If you love the Saxophone you'll like this.

 

The Rangers had a homecoming
In Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane

Well, the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids 'round there live just like shadows
Always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails
Tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand
Down in Jungleland

The midnight gang's assembled
And picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign
That brings this fair city light
Man, there's an opera out on the Turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, Cherry-Tops, rips this holy night
The street's alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they flash unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switchblades
Hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted
Explode into rock 'n' roll bands
That face off against each other out in the street
Down in Jungleland

In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing
To the records that the DJ plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on
Just one look and a whisper, and they're gone

Beneath the city, two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked in whispers
Of soft refusal and then surrender
In the tunnels uptown, the Rat's own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light

Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here don't write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife, they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland

Songwriter: Bruce Springsteen

[Tacenda]

16 minutes ago, rodheadlee said:

 Part 2 of being 17 in the city. If you love the Saxophone you'll like this.

 

The Rangers had a homecoming
In Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane

Well, the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids 'round there live just like shadows
Always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails
Tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand
Down in Jungleland

The midnight gang's assembled
And picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign
That brings this fair city light
Man, there's an opera out on the Turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, Cherry-Tops, rips this holy night
The street's alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they flash unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switchblades
Hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted
Explode into rock 'n' roll bands
That face off against each other out in the street
Down in Jungleland

In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing
To the records that the DJ plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on
Just one look and a whisper, and they're gone

Beneath the city, two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked in whispers
Of soft refusal and then surrender
In the tunnels uptown, the Rat's own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light

Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here don't write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife, they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland

Songwriter: Bruce Springsteen

For many years I didn't know how talented Bruce was in his writing/singing career. I know my husband was a big fan. But didn't realize the songwriter he is, until I saw this movie, Blinded by the Light. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt8266310/

While dating my husband drove a mustang with "The Boss" on his license plate in honor of Bruce Springsteen. 

[rodheadlee]

1 hour ago, Tacenda said:

For many years I didn't know how talented Bruce was in his writing/singing career. I know my husband was a big fan. But didn't realize the songwriter he is, until I saw this movie, Blinded by the Light. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt8266310/

While dating my husband drove a mustang with "The Boss" on his license plate in honor of Bruce Springsteen. 

Point!

[Stargazer]

I really like The Hindley Street Country Club's covers of various tunes. Here's Mr. Mister's Kyrie:

 

Edited April 18, 2023 by Stargazer

[Pyreaux]

Symphonic Metal denotes any metal band that makes use of symphonic or orchestral elements. When Scandinavian heavy Metal bands would employ a female Operatic singer became popular, its sound became copied in America with the band Evanescence.

Within Temptation

Nightwish

 

Classic Symphony & Metalica

 

A little Disturbed 

 

[Calm]

I have discovered this is often the perfect music to listen to if my rls is through the roof and I am trying to sleep.  It’s complicated enough to really engage the brain plus it’s quite beautiful, but also has almost a white noise effect so I am drifting more than attending to it.  The bass is what somehow calms the restlessness, maybe gets in sync with it.  I am thinking it may be similar to putting an infant to sleep by turning on the vacuum, but a really cool sounding vacuum.

Edited April 19, 2023 by Calm

[rodheadlee]

9 hours ago, Calm said:

I have discovered this is often the perfect music to listen to if my rls is through the roof and I am trying to sleep.  It’s complicated enough to really engage the brain plus it’s quite beautiful, but also has almost a white noise effect so I am drifting more than attending to it.    I am thinking it may be similar to putting an infant to sleep by turning on the vacuum, but a really cool sounding vacuum.

My parents used to drive me around in the car until I would fall asleep standing up in the backseat. 

[rodheadlee]

Did somebody say symphonic metal? Scandinavian?

 

[Calm]

47 minutes ago, rodheadlee said:

My parents used to drive me around in the car until I would fall asleep standing up in the backseat. 

I have heard many say the same thing, how only thing that would put their kid to sleep was driving around. My son was happy enough in the stroller. My daughter…she required more elaborate measures. 

Edited April 19, 2023 by Calm

[Calm]

28 minutes ago, rodheadlee said:

Did somebody say symphonic metal? Scandinavian?

 

Great beginning. Love it. 
 

Always loved the song too.  Not sure I like his singing in this version, though I like the instruments. His voice sounds much tighter than I remember.  Could be age and overuse, but maybe if he wasn’t performing live, the depth and richness could be heard. As it is, it feels painful for me. So sad. Have to go listen to the original now. 

Edited April 19, 2023 by Calm

[Pyreaux]

I put Symphony & Metallica on blast to help me stay awake while driving, yeah... it made it worse, I didn't wreck but I was driving on the pavement tread.

I sometimes late-night binge an anime, I love the old hand-drawn ones, one of my favorites is the Record of Lodoss War, but you can't late night binge it with a friend, the violins are extreme and will get you. I didn't know what to do, I just let my friend sleep sitting up.

 

Edited April 19, 2023 by Pyreaux

[Pyreaux]

On 4/19/2023 at 11:45 AM, rodheadlee said:

Did somebody say symphonic metal? Scandinavian?

Is Golden Earring metal? I just don't hear a double bass drum. Sounds more like a hard rock and roll.

Reminds me of the Australian post-punk rock band that has some of that classic rock sound to it, the Living End. 

 

 

 

[rodheadlee]

It's a matter of perspective. Those classifications didn't really divide up rock and roll until the middle to late seventies. Was Led Zeppelin heavy metal or just metal? What about Deep Purple? Jimi Hendrix? Was David Bowie and the Spiders from Mars punk or metal? I guess Black Sabbath was the grandfather of heavy metal if you want to go that route.

Plain ordinary rock and roll would be like Humble Pie or 10 years after. I guess.

Have you listened to Humble Pie Rock in the Fillmore? I Don't Need No Doctor is that metal or just rock and roll?

 

Edited April 30, 2023 by rodheadlee

[rodheadlee]

 

Yes this was my Patti so many years ago. Road trip at the drop of a hat.

[rodheadlee]

 

[rodheadlee]

 

[rodheadlee]

 I hope you all talk to God everyday.

 

 

[rodheadlee]

One thing to notice about this song is 174 million people want to be saved from themselves. Most of you don't realize that when you take your first hit of hard drugs you are jumping off a cliff with no parachute. It is a lifetime struggle after that happens. Please pray for the addicted and the homeless. Look them in the eyes on the street, treat them human, give food instead of money. I thank God that He fought for me, literally.

 

[rodheadlee]

last one for a while.

 

[rodheadlee]

Where is poptart? Are you doing ok?

[Calm]

17 minutes ago, rodheadlee said:

Where is poptart? Are you doing ok?

They appear to be following the thread, maybe they will say hi next time they pop in.

[rodheadlee]

talk about juxtaposition

these guys were running for their lives

while these guys were making millions playing on the beach.

they just wound up on my music queue together