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Pavement - Range Life

After the glow, the scene,
The stage, the set
Talk becomes slow
But there's one thing I'll never forget
Hey, you gotta pay your dues
Before you pay the rent

Over the turnstile turn out in the traffic
There's ways of living
It's the way I'm living
Right or wrong,
It's all that I can do,
And I wouldn't want to let you be
I want a range life,
If I could settle down,
If I could settle down,
Then I would settle down
I want a range life,
If I could settle down,
If I could settle down,
Then I would settle down

Run from the pigs, the fuzz,
The cops, the heat
Pass me your gloves, there's crime
And it's never complete
Until you snort it up or shoot it down
You're never gonna feel free
Out on my skateboard
The night is just hummin'
And the gum smacks are the pulse
I'll follow if my walkman fades
But I've got absolutely no one,
No one but myself to blame
Don't worry
We're in no hurry
School's out,
What did you expect?
I want a range life,
If I could settle down,
If I could settle down,
Then I would settle down
I want a range life,
If I could settle down,
If I could settle down,
Then I would settle down

Out on tour with the Smashing Pumpkins
Nature kids, I/they don't have no function
I don't understand what they mean
And I could really give a fuck
The Stone Temple Pilots,
They're elegant bachelors
They're foxy to me
Are they foxy to you?
I will agree
There isn't absolutely nothing
Nothing more than me
Dreamin' dream dream dream
 
Μετά απο πολύ καιρό (σχεδόν το είχα ξεχάσει) το ξανακούω το αγαπημένο δισκάκι...

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Now... in this faraway land
Strange... that the palms of my lands
Should be damp with expectancy

Spring... and the air's turning mild
City lights... and the glimpse of a child
Of the alleyway infantry

Friends... do they know what I mean
Rain... and the gathering green
Of an afternoon out-of-town

But Lord I had to go
My trail was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of fame
Or make a drunkyard's name for me
Though now this other life
Has brought a different understanding
And from these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
And though I count the hours
To be alone's no injury...

My home... was a place near the sand
Cliffs... and a military band
Blew an air of normality.
 
Σαν χτες στις 25 του Σεπτεμβρη του '80 εφυγε ο Bonzo....Και μαζι του τελειωσαν και οι Led Zeppelin...


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Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
Its like a whirlpool and it never ends

Ana ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

All alone at the 64 worlds fair
Eighty dolls yelling small girl after all
Who was at the dupont pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating:

Ana ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
I don't want the world, I just want your half

They don't need me here, and I know you're there (don't need me)
Where the world goes by like the humid air (world goes by)
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away (it goes home)
And the truth is, we don't know anything (don't know)

Ana ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

Ana ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

Ana ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presence
Listen ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
 
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"Spanish Caravan" is a song by The Doors from the album Waiting for the Sun released in 1968. Its basic flamenco track is an established form of flamenco music known as Granadinas. The beginning riff was taken from Asturias (Leyenda), a classical piece of music by a Spanish composer Isaac Albeniz (1860–1909). It also borrows a similar sounding riff from Malaguenia.

The lyrics may refer to romantic theme of searching for beautiful and rich lands, typical i.e. for George Byron. In Spanish Caravan the lyrical subject declares will to travel by a caravan to Portugal and Andalusia in Spain where 'a treasure is waiting'. The means of transport suggest that the mysterious subject wants to be 'taken away' back to Europe from an African desert. However, there are also 'galleons lost in the sea' mentioned. Of course, the treasure, the ship etc. could be a figure of something else.

In the Doors' performances the feeling of brutal lust or even desperation was especially underlined

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Half a mile from the county fair
And the rain keep pourin' down
Me and Billy standin' there
With a silver half a crown
Hands are full of a fishin' rod
And the tackle on our backs
We just stood there gettin' wet
With our backs against the fence
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Hope it don't rain all day

Chorus:
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin' home
And it stoned me

Then the rain let up and the sun came up
And we were gettin' dry
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by
So we jumped right in and the driver grinned
And he dropped us up the road
We looked at the swim and we jumped right in
Not to mention fishing poles

Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Let it run all over me

Chorus

On the way back home we sang a song
But our throats were getting dry
Then we saw the man from across the road
With the sunshine in his eyes
Well he lived all alone in his own little home
With a great big gallon jar
There were bottles too, one for me and you
And he said Hey! There you are

Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Get it myself from the mountain stream
 
Ντορίαση καλπάζουσα τελευταία .... ομολογώ όμως ότι είναι από τα ελάχιστα του τότε που θα ακούσω 2-3 φορές τον χρόνο....
 
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