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If you had your own theme tune to describe your self or job what would it be
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Make Me Lose Control-Eric Carmen
Writing quality explicit material for over eight one-hundredths of a century.
"If, after hearing my songs, just one human being is inspired to say something nasty to a friend, or perhaps to strike a loved one, it will all have been worth the while." - Tom Lehrer
"There is no such thing as good luck or bad luck; only adequate or inadequate preparation for a statistical universe." - Robert Heinlein
"If, after hearing my songs, just one human being is inspired to say something nasty to a friend, or perhaps to strike a loved one, it will all have been worth the while." - Tom Lehrer
"There is no such thing as good luck or bad luck; only adequate or inadequate preparation for a statistical universe." - Robert Heinlein
I'm not for everyone
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Thunderstruck - AC/DC
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So many men, so little time - Miquel Brown (Sinita's mother)
Cryptic Vigilante
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Cryptic Vigilante
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But more seriously...
This song can be freely interpreted, but I perceive it as a person constantly shifting between a virtuous life and one of defiance and revolt. Each and every time the person makes the transition, his 'family' bids him welcome, which can either be perceived as his legitimate honorable family, or the crew of rebellious freaks he keeps getting back to. This person has both righteous and wicked ambitions, which keep intertwining with one another.
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray, it's a constant motion and all the same in the end, and what creates this person's distinct identity.
Runaway Returns - Fugazi (1991)
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
There's nothing living, there's nothing given
Weekender's vision, turns to working shoes
There's nothing living, there's nothing given
Weekender gives in, puts on his working suit
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent
Nothing forgiven for the young idea
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent
Nobody seems surprised, the runaway returns
Home? Son? Doing? Gone?
Welcome home, misplaced son
Guess what we were doing, while you were gone?
Cocktail party's in gear, we're glad that you're here
Why don't you sit down?
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the family car
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the family's arms
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent
Nothing forgiven to the young idea
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent
Seems like you've been misused, the runaway returns
Home? Son? Doing? Gone?
Welcome home, misplaced son
Guess what we were doing, while you were gone?
Party's in gear, we're so glad that you're here
Why don't you sit down?
Welcome back!
This song can be freely interpreted, but I perceive it as a person constantly shifting between a virtuous life and one of defiance and revolt. Each and every time the person makes the transition, his 'family' bids him welcome, which can either be perceived as his legitimate honorable family, or the crew of rebellious freaks he keeps getting back to. This person has both righteous and wicked ambitions, which keep intertwining with one another.
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray, it's a constant motion and all the same in the end, and what creates this person's distinct identity.
Runaway Returns - Fugazi (1991)
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
There's nothing living, there's nothing given
Weekender's vision, turns to working shoes
There's nothing living, there's nothing given
Weekender gives in, puts on his working suit
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent
Nothing forgiven for the young idea
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent
Nobody seems surprised, the runaway returns
Home? Son? Doing? Gone?
Welcome home, misplaced son
Guess what we were doing, while you were gone?
Cocktail party's in gear, we're glad that you're here
Why don't you sit down?
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the family car
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray
Out of the ashtray, into the family's arms
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent
Nothing forgiven to the young idea
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent
Seems like you've been misused, the runaway returns
Home? Son? Doing? Gone?
Welcome home, misplaced son
Guess what we were doing, while you were gone?
Party's in gear, we're so glad that you're here
Why don't you sit down?
Welcome back!
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Brown eyed girl - Van Morrison...
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Lil Suzy- Tesla.....or Suzy is a headbanger-Ramones
hard choice
hard choice
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Nothing Else Matters - Metallica
Crank the dB's and enjoy the choice tune
Crank the dB's and enjoy the choice tune