Legion World Forums LEGION COMPANION The Anywhere Machine Kareoke anyone?

Now, for your delight, the best song Led Zepellin never did, it's 'Sand' by the Lovemongers... take it away Nance..

I asked a distant star
I wonder where you are
The shadow at my door
A friend who is no more
I watched him go to the wind
I closed me eyes
Goodbye,
Goodbye my friend

Friends and family
The branches of the tree
Sheltered in the rain
Telling me again
No matter how the raindrops run
The world will turn
Turn back to the sun
Yeah yeah yeah

A trick of light upon our eyes
A trick of time upon our lives
Ancient songs cry out to you
Surely this sweet sand is slipping through

I watched him go to the wind
I closed my eyes
Goodbye,
Goodbye my friend

A trick of light upon our eyes
A trick of time upon our lives
Ancient songs cry out to you
Surely this sweet sand is slipping through

Slipping through the glass of time
(Slipping through the glass of time)
Surely this sweet sand will run us by
And by
And while the days come down to you
(While the days come down to you)
You are just a traveller passing through

Passing through now

here's a classic oldie for you all.... Nancy Sinatra's greatest hit 'These boots are made for walking'


You keep saying you got something for me
something you call love, but confess
you been a messing where you shouldn't be messing
Now someone else is getting all your best

These boots are made for walking
and thats just what they'll do
One of these days these boots
are gonna walk all over you
yeah

You keep lying when you oughta be truthing
You keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep saming when you oughta keep changing
What's right is right but you aint been right yet

These boots are made for walking
And thats just what they'll do
One of these days these boots
are gonna walk all over you

you keep playing where you shouldn't be playing
you keep thinking that you'll never get burned (hah!)
I just found me a brand new box of matches
And what he knows you aint had time to learn

These boots are made for walking
And thats just what they'll do
One of these days these boots
Are gonna walk all over you

Are you ready boot?

Start walking

I'm going to give you a performance of the sexiest song ever, and Ladies, if you want your man to give you that extra attention then sing this to him - originally by the sublime Carmille Yarborough, later massacred by Fat Boy Slim, it's Take yo' Praise:


We’ve come a long long way together
Through the hard times and the good
I have to celebrate you baby
I have to praise you like I should

You’re so rare
So fine
I’m so glad you’re mine
You’re so rare
So fine
I’m so glad you’re mine

You make me glad I’m a woman
‘cause you’re a feeling thinking man
and any time I know you’re near me
I’m gonna please you anyway I can

You’re so rare
So fine
I’m so glad you’re mine
You’re so rare
So fine
You clear the questions from my mind

I was a afraid to say I love you
Afraid to take and to eager to give
You helped me deal with what I’m feeling
With why and how I want to live

You’re so rare man
So fine
Y’know I’m so glad you’re mine
You’re so very rare
So fine
I’m sure glad you’re mine

I have to praise you when you hold me
When you work your way around
Ain’t a part of me left over
That your sweet love ain’t found
You make my moan turn to whisper
You make my whisper turn to call
You make me scream and scream that I love you
When you make me rise and fall

You’re so rare
So fine
And I’m so very very very glad you’re mine
You’re so rare
So fine
Oh you’re mine all mine

You know
You know I want the best for you babe
And what you want I want for you
And we can work together
To see it all come true

‘Cause you’re so rare
And you’re so fine
And Lord knows I’m so glad you’re mine
You’re so rare so rare
And you’re so very very fine
You cleared all the questions from my mind

We’ve come a long long way together baby
Through the hard times and all the good
And I’m gonna take this day to celebrate you baby
‘Cause I have to stop and praise you like I should

You’re so rare, take your praise
So fine
And I hope you know I’m glad you’re mine
Take your praise
You’re so rare
Take your praise
You’re so fine

Here is a song by Kate Bush about what happens if you stop trusting your lover.

Babooshka

She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do:
A pseudonym to fool him.
She couldn't have made a worse move.

She sent him scented letters,
And he received them with a strange delight.
Just like his wife
But how she was before the tears,
And how she was before the years flew by,
And how she was when she was beautiful.
She signed the letter

"All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!"

She wanted to take it further,
So she arranged a place to go,
To see if he
Would fall for her incognito.
And when he laid eyes on her,
He got the feeling they had met before.
Uncanny how she
Reminds him of his little lady,
Capacity to give him all he needs,
Just like his wife before she freezed on him,
Just like his wife when she was beautiful.
He shouted out, "I'm

All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!"

Ladies and Gentlemen, a song about the nature of love. Courtesy of Leonard Cohen

I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord,
But you don't really care for music do you.
It goes like this the fourth the fifth,
the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Baby I've beeen here before.
I know this room I've walked this floor.
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
whats really going on below
but now you never show it to me do you?
I remember when I moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Now maybe there's a god above
but all I ever learned from love
is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And it's no complaint you hear tonight
and it's not some pilgrim who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a lonely Hallelujah

I did my best it wasn't much.
I couldn't feel so I learned to touch.
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong,
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

OH my Gawd Semi, I was just about to post this song, you Naltorian Songspinner you!! Have you heard the Jeff Buckley version? It takes a a few listens if you've been used to the original but the clarity of the guitar sound and the vocals carry it very well.

No I haven't heard Jeff Buckley's version. But I love this song. I want to collect every version of it.

Try Patricia O'Callaghan's version on Real Emotional Girl.

I'm sure I heard a version on Shrek, but am clueless as to who sung that version...

Since I'm on a Leonard Cohen kick, my other big favorite is Famous Blue Raincoat. It takes on a totally different meaning when sung by a woman (i.e., Jennifer Warnes).

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It’s four in the morning, the end of december
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New york is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on clinton street all through the evening.

I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desert
You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You’d been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without lili marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody’s wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see jane’s awake --

She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

I think that one's by John Cale.

IIRC, the version in the film and on the soundtrack disc are by different artists.

It's Kareoke time!!

It's an old favourite of mine, and I'll like you all to sing along... all you got to do is sing three words! You can do that can't you?

Those three words are "Do You Realise"

.... **ahemm*....

Do you realise
That you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realise
You’re floating in space?
Do you realise
That happiness makes you cry?
Do you realise
That everyone you know
Someday will die?

And instead of saying
All of your goodbyes
Let them know you realise
The clock goes fast
It’s hard to make the good things last

You realise
the sun don’t go down
It’s just an illusion
Caused by the world spinning ‘round

Do you realise?
Do you realise?

Do you realise
That everyone you know
Someday
Will die?

And instead of saying
All of your goodbyes
Let them know you realise
That life goes fast
It’s hard to make the good things last

You realise
the sun don’t go down
It’s just an illusion
Caused by the world spinning ‘round

Do you realise
That you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realise?

and I would walk 500 miles.....

Oh no I wouldn't.
Sorry Sonnie.

Totally understandable Numph, I can barely reach the bus stop sometimes...

Evan Dando's 'The Hard Drive'

This is the town I’m living in
This is the street I’m walking down
These are the friends I’m visiting
These are the clothes I’m wearing now
This is the house I’m building here
This is the girl I’m marrying
This is the chord I’m strumming now
This is the faith I’m leaning on
This is the child I’m bearing now
This is the love that I’ve always had
This is the face I make when I’m sad
This is the town I’m living in

This is the Hard Drive
This is the Ocean

Have you ever felt yourself in motion?
Have you ever felt yourself in motion?

These are the feet I’m standing on
These are the hands that built a world
This is the bed I’m sleeping in
This is the shirt I’m buttoning
This is the pace I’m moving at
This is the tune I’m humming now
This is the road I’m walking down
These are the lips that form my words
This is the stone that I want to turn
These are the people that I love
These are the eyes that look up above
This is the town I’m living in

This is the Hard Drive
This is the Ocean

Have you ever felt yourself in motion?
Have you ever felt yourself in motion?


...... thank you!

For Keith, an accoustic redition of my favourite Dusty Springfield number:


Sonny, yesterday my life was filled with rain.
Sonny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain.
The dark days are gone, and the bright days are here,
My Sonny one shines so sincere.
Sonny one so true, I love you.

Sonny, thank you for the sunshine bouquet.
Sonny, thank you for the love you brought my way.
You gave to me your all and all.
Now I feel ten feet tall.
Sonny one so true, I love you.

Sonny, thank you for the truth you let me see.
Sonny, thank you for the facts from A to C.
My life was torn like a windblown sand,
And the rock was formed when you held my hand.
Sonny one so true, I love you.

Sonny

Sonny, thank you for the smile upon your face.
Sonny, thank you for the gleam that shows its grace.
You're my spark of nature's fire,
You're my sweet complete desire.
Sonny one so true, I love you.

Sonny, yesterday my life was filled with rain.
Sonny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain.
The dark days are gone, and the bright days are here,
My Sonny one shines so sincere.
Sonny one so true, Sonny one so true,
Sonny one so true

I love you.

The Ship Song

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, darling
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down

Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, darling
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around


this song touches me every time I hear it, Nick Cave may look like a sick camel in an ill fitting wig but he does write some pretty poignant songs! Got to love Nick!

These bastards stole their power from the victims of the Us v. Them years,
wrecking all things virtuous and true.
The undermining social democratic downhill slide into abysmal
lost lamb off the precipice into the trickle down runoff pool.
They hypnotised the summer, Nineteen seventy-nine.
Marched into the capital brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready,
heartless, and labeled. Super U.S. citizen, super achiever,
mega ultra power dosing. Relax.
Defense, defense, defense, defense. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.

The information nation took their clues from all the sound-bite gluttons.
Nineteen eighty, eighty-four, eighty-eight, ninety-two too, too.
How to be what you can be, jump jam junking your energies.
How to walk in dignity with throw-up on your shoes
They amplified the autumn, Nineteen seventy-nine.
Calculate the capital, up the republic my skinny ass.

T.V. tells a million lies. The paper's terrified to report
anything that isn't handed on a presidential spoon,
I'm just profoundly frustrated by all this. So, fuck you, man. (Fuck 'm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.

If they weren't there we would have created them. Maybe, it's true,
but I'm resentful all the same. Someone's got to take the blame.
I know that this is vitriol. No solution, spleen-venting,
But I feel better having screamed. Don't you?
They desecrated winter, Nineteen seventy-nine.
Capital collateral. Brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready,
heartless, and labeled. Super U.S. citizen, super achiever,
mega ultra power dosing. Relax.
Defense, defense, defense, defense. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And after that REM classic it's time for an oldie, so here for your delight is Frankie Valli's awesome 'Can't take my eyes off you'

You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just to good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you

Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real
You're just to good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you

I love you baby
And if it's quite all right
I need you baby
To warm the lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when i say
Oh, pretty baby
Don't bring me down, i pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that i found you, stay
And let me love you, baby
Let me love you

You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
You'd be liKe heaven to touch
And I wanna hold so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just to good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you

I love you baby
And if it's quite all right
I need you baby
To warm the lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when i say
Oh, pretty baby
Don't bring me down, i pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that i found you, stay
Oh, pretty baby
Trust in me when I say

Hmmm... I wonder if any music teachers post on this board? I also wonder if Karioke is music?

no.

to both.

I'd like to dedicate this next song to my good friend cHarles. It's a song by one of my favourite bands in the early nineties, Arrested Development. It's called "Give a Man a Fish"


Lately I've been in a life like limbo
Looking out of a smudged up window
We're not sure where our lives are going
Friends, it's summer outside but yet we're snowed in
Don't know where our next dollar's coming from
Living the life of a poor musician
Headliner's strong so he keeps his 9 to 5
Cutting brothers' hair as a means of staying alive
If it wasn't for the rhythm
I think we would have given up by now
This system has gotten the best of me
Now I pray for God to invest in me
My dignity, invest his glory
Give me the strength so I can finnish the story
Keep on searching for the right way to go out
coz going out is what it's all about
huh! You can't be passive, gotta be active
Can't go with what looks attractive
Gotta learn all I can while I'm able
Headliner expresses his feeling on those turntables
When we get our chance
to make a good living of the music we program
We don't sell out just to be sold out
Brothers and sisters, do you know what I'm yapping about ?
Coz if they take away our contract
we still got talent and we still got contacts
Coz we're worked real hard to get this far
We're catching the bus before we bought the car
Ya see !

[CHORUS:]
Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day
Teach him how to fish and he'll eat forever (2x)

Got to get political
Political I gotta get
Grown but can't hold my own
So this government needs to be overthrown
Brothers with the AKs and the 9 MMs
need to learn how to correctly shoot'em
Save those rounds for a revolution
Poor whites and blacks bumrushing the system
But I tell you:
Ain't no room for gangstaz
Coz ganstaz do dirty work and get pimped by mobsters
Some fat Italian eating pasta 'n lobster
Brothers getting jailed and mobsters own the coppers
so you you want out of the ghetto
First the political prisoners must be let go
And you must let go of your power master
You'll never get out without much discipline
Raise your fist but also raise your children
So when you die the movement moves on
Coz with revolution, ain't no future in front o' y'all
haha! Direct your anger, love
Nothing's ever built on hate, instead love
Love your life, tackle the government
The spooks that break down the door are heaven sent
and my phrase went...

[CHORUS] (2x)

Alright !

Rhythm makes you move your body, rhythm makes you move your mind
Rhythm makes your elbows groove, rhythm makes that behind move
Rhythm makes the people move, rhythm makes you want to move
Rhythm makes your mind soothe, next stop is Jerusalem

And Thanks for the song too...

I think it must be time for a Patti Smith song! Oh I know, it's always time for a Patti Smith song , here's Free Money for your entertainment. Enjoy.


Every night before I go to sleep
Find a ticket, win a lottery,
Scoop the pearls up from the sea
Cash them in and buy you all the things you need.

Every night before I rest my head
See those dollar bills go swirling 'round my bed.
I know they're stolen, but I don't feel bad.
I take that money, buy you things you never had.

Oh, baby, it would mean so much to me,
Oh, baby, to buy you all the things you need for free.

I'll buy you a jet plane, baby,
Get you on a higher plane to a jet stream
And take you through the stratosphere
And check out the planets there and then take you down
Deep where it's hot, hot in Arabia, babia, then cool, cold fields of snow
And we'll roll, dream, roll, dream, roll, roll, dream, dream.

When we dream it, when we dream it, when we dream it,
We'll dream it, dream it for free, free money,
Free money, free money, free money, free money, free money, free money.

Every night before I go to sleep
Find a ticket, win a lottery.
Every night before I rest my head
See those dollar bills go swirling 'round my bed.

Oh, baby, it would mean so much to me,
Baby, I know our troubles will be gone.

Oh, I know our troubles will be gone, goin' gone
If we dream, dream, dream for free.
And when we dream it, when we dream it, when we dream it,
Let's dream it, we'll dream it for free, free money,
Free money, free money, free money,
Free money, free money, free money, free.

Time to get groovin' , yup here's a louis Atmstrong inspired version of "It don't mean a thing (if it aint got that swing)"


What good is melody, what good is music
If it ain't possessin' something sweet

It ain't the melody, it ain't the music
There's something else that makes the tune complete

It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing
It don't mean a thing, all you got to do is sing

It makes no diff'rence if it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm ev'rything you got

It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing

It don't mean a thing, it don't mean a thing
If it ain't got that swing boy
bab aloob ahee boosha saeeba shooba loozzawayy

I said it don't mean a thing as all you got to do is sing like la la la la loo loo luh lizoot

It makes no diff'rence if it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm ev'rything you got

It don't don't mean a thing boy if it ain't got a lot of swing, baboo baboop baboo sing it too me