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So what are your favorite song lyrics?

I've been quoting songs now at random and inopportune moments so often, so why not let's start this:

Currently listening to Vernon Dalhart, "The Runaway Train" (from the soundtrack to the Coen brothers' movie, O Brother, Where Art Thou?):

Quote:
THE RUNAWAY TRAIN
(Robert E. Massey / Harry Warren / Carson Robison)

Vernon Dalhart - 1925
Carson Robison & His Pioneers - 1932
Michael Holliday - 1956

T'was in the year of eighty-nine, on that old Chicago line**
When the winter wind was blowin' shrill
The rails were froze, the wheels were cold, then the air brakes wouldn't hold
And Number Nine came roaring down the hill.....oooooh!

The runaway train came down the track and she blew, she blew
The runaway train came down the track and she blew, she blew
The runaway train came down the track, her whistle wide and her throttle back
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew

The engineer said the train must halt and she blew, she blew
The engineer said the train must halt and she blew, she blew
The engineer said the train must halt, he said it was all the fireman's fault
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew

The fireman said he rang the bell and she blew, she blew
The fireman said he rang the bell and she blew, she blew
The fireman said he rang the bell, the engineer said "You did like hell!"
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew

The porter got an awful fright and she blew, she blew
The porter got an awful fright and she blew, she blew
The porter got an awful fright, he got so scared he near turned white
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew

A donkey was standing in the way and she blew, she blew
A donkey was standing in the way and she blew, she blew
A donkey was standing in the way and all they found was just his bray
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew

A drummer sat in the parlor car and she blew, she blew
A drummer sat in the parlor car and she blew, she blew
A drummer sat in the parlor car and he nearly swallowed a fat cigar
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew

The conductor said there'd be a wreck and she blew, she blew
The conductor said there'd be a wreck and she blew, she blew
The conductor said there'd be a wreck and he felt the chills run up his neck
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew

The runaway train went over the hill and she blew, she blew
The runaway train went over the hill and she blew, she blew
The runaway train went over the hill and the last we heard she was going still
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew


** Dalhart sang "Chicago" as "Shy-Cago"
** Sometimes sung as "Great Western line"
(Note weblinks could be justly provided here, but then this stuff tends to be copied all over pertinent lyrics sites for it, with there usually being no telling who started it. Yes, they'll usually be with their mistakes and typos 'n' all. One might seek to correct those where possible.)
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Cheb Khaled, "Oran Marseille," really like this (and many of his other) song. I know some heavily politically involved North African friends of mine consider him way too popular and in fact sexist; I know no better than just his songs extolling love were/are quite revolutionary in Algeria at the time. He of course stood at the forefront of what is known as Raï music. He's still very much active, btw. Now usually known as just "Khaled"; Cheb just means little I think, and he's not so little no more.

A rendering of the text and an attempt at translation, here: http://www.allthelyrics.com/forum/ar...lle-added.html.

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Cheb Khaled - Oran Marseille

Goulo l'oomri galbi ma yensakshi
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
Men wahrane l'marseille dellali
Golo l'oomri el kbda tgataat bin zoj

men Oran l'marseille dellali
men Oran l'marseille dellali

Yana bghit lglaibi lmehna lfakra
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
men wahrane l'marseille dellali

Khaliw lebhar yakoulni oulla z'aafha
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
men wahrane l'marseille dellali

Yana klet el hema yana beha nhaneha
men Oran l'marseille dellali
Men wahrane l'marseille dellali

Yana klet el lef'aa ya beha nsameha
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
men wahrane l'marseille dellali

Heta ngol nbatal o terda li alee
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
men wahrane l'marseille dellali

Tellement nebghiha yanebda njeebha
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
men Oran l'marseille dellali

Wekhti ezin el arbi wetgol gaouri
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
men wahrane l'marseille dellali

Ye'atik mehna ki mahenti ta'edibek ou ya
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
men wahrane l'marseille dellali

**** Translation:

Goulo l'oomri galbi ma yensakshi
tell my lover that my heart never forgets her

men wahrane l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)

Men wahrane l'marseille dellali

from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)


Golo l'oomri el kbda tgataat bin zoj
tell my lover that my nostalgia has benn devised by two

men Oran l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)
men Oran l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)

Yana bghit lglaibi lmehna lfakra

i wanted my heart to go through the crisis
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)

Khaliw lebhar yakoulni oulla z'aafha
let the sea eat me ................
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)

Yana klet el hema yana beha nhaneha
if she broke the promise then i congratulate her
men Oran l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)
Men wahrane l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)
Yana klet el lef'aa ya beha nsameha
i can call her the snake ever since
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)

Heta ngol nbatal o terda li alee
i say what don't i cancel so she comes back to me
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)
Tellement nebghiha yanebda njeebha
i love her so much that i can bring her here
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)
men Oran l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)

Wekhti ezin el arbi wetgol gaouri
the one with the arabic beauty and she says yes
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)
men wahrane l'marseille dellali
from wahran(algerian town ) to marseille(a french town)
Ye'atik mehna ki mahenti ta'edibek ou ya
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Patti Smith, always and somehow epitomizes America for me. This album (Trampin') I know drove me close to tears hearing it not that long after 9/11:

Quote:
"Radio Baghdad" - Patti Smith
(Smith/Ray)

Suffer not Your neighbor's affliction
Suffer not Your neighbor's paralysis
But extend your hand Extend your hand
Lest you vanish in the city And be but a trace
Just a vanished ghost And your legacy
All the things you knew Science, mathematics, thought
Severely weakened Like irrigation systems
In the tired veins forming From the Tigris and Euphrates
In the realm of peace All the world revolved
All the world revolved Around a perfect circle
City of Baghdad City of scholars
Empirical humble Center of the world
City in ashes City of Baghdad
City of Baghdad Abrasive aloof

Oh, in Mesopotamia Aloofness ran deep
Deep in the veins of the great rivers
That form the base Of Eden
And the tree The tree of knowledge
Held up its arms To the sky
All the branches of knowledge All the branches of knowledge
Cradling Cradling
Civilization In the realm of peace
All the world revolved Around a perfect circle
Oh Baghdad Center of the world
City of ashes With its great mosques
Erupting from the mouth of god Rising from the ashes like
a speckled bird Splayed against the mosaic sky
Oh, clouds around We created the zero
But we mean nothing to you You would believe
That we are just some mystical tale We are just a swollen belly
That gave birth to Sinbad, Scheherazade We gave birth
Oh, oh, to the zero The perfect number
We invented the zero And we mean nothing to you
Our children run through the streets
And you sent your flames Your shooting stars
Shock and awe Shock and awe
Like some, some Imagined warrior production
Twenty-first century No chivalry involved
No Bushido

Oh, the code of the West Long gone
Never been Where does it lie?
You came, you came Through the west
Annihilated a people And you come to us
But we are older than you You come you wanna
You wanna come and rob the cradle
Of civilization And you read yet you read
You read Genesis You read of the tree
You read of the tree Beget by god
That raised its branches into the sky Every branch of knowledge
Of the cradle of civilization

Of the banks of the Tigris and the Euphrates
Oh, in Mesopotamia Aloofness ran deep
The face of Eve turning What sky did she see
What garden beneath her feet The one you drill
You drill Pulling the blood of the earth
Little droplets of oil for bracelets Little jewels
Sapphires You make bracelets
Round your own world We are weeping tears
Rubies We offer them to you
We are just Your Arabian nightmare
We invented the zero But we mean nothing to you
Your Arabian nightmare

City of stars City of scholarship
Science City of ideas
City of light City
City of ashes That the great Caliph
Walked through His naked feet formed a circle
And they built a city A perfect city of Baghdad
In the realm of peace And all the world revolved
And they invented And they mean nothing to you
Nothing to you Nothing

Go to sleep Go to sleep my child
Go to sleep And I'll sing you a lullaby
A lullaby for our city A lullaby of Baghdad
Go to sleep Sleep my child
Sleep Sleep...
Run Run...

You sent your lights Your bombs
You sent them down on our city Shock and awe
Like some crazy t.v. show

They're robbing the cradle of civilization
They're robbing the cradle of civilization
They're robbing the cradle of civilization

Suffer not The paralysis of your neighbor
Suffer not But extend your hand
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Patti Smith again, same album. Beautiful:

Quote:
"Trespasses"
(Smith/Daugherty)

Life is designed With unfinished lines
That another sings Each story unfolds
Like it was gold Upon a ragged wing

The bold and the fair Suffer their share
He whispered to his kin All of my debts
Left with regrets I'm sorry for everything

Trespasses stretch like broken fences Winding as they may
Trespasses stretch like broken fences Hope to mend them one day

And she pinned back her hair Shouldered with care
The burdens that were his Mending the coat
That hung on the post In heart remembering

Trespasses stretch like broken fences Winding as they may
Trespasses stretch like broken fences Hope to mend them one day

And her time was to come Called to her son
This your song to sing All of our debts
Wove with regrets Upon a golden string
And he found the old coat Hung on a post
Like a ragged wing And took as his own
The sewn and unsown Joyfully whistling
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"The Taliban Song" Toby Keith, Lyrics:

"I'm just a middle-aged, middle-eastern camel herdin' man
I got a little, 2 bedroom cave here in North Afghanistan
Things used to be real nice and they got out of hand when they moved in
They call themselves the Taliban
(ooooo yeah the taliban) (taliban baby)

Now I ain't seen my wife's face since they came here
They make her wear a scarf over her head that covers her from ear to ear
She loves the desert and the hot white sand
But man she's just like me, nah she can't stand
The Taliban (ooo taliban baby)

You know someday soon we're both gonna saddle up and it'll be
Ride Camel Ride
My old lady she'll be here with me, smilin right by my side
We should do just fine out around Palestine or maybe Turkmenistan
We'll bid a fair adieu and flip the finger to the Taliban
(oh yeah the taliban) (baby)

I know where you comin from brother!
This is a patriotic love song
So y'all feel free to salute if you want,
You got my permission.

Now they attacked New York City cause they thought they could win
Said they would, stand and fight until the very bloody end
Mr Bush got on the phone with Iraq and Iran and said "Now, you
sons-of-bitches you better not be doin any business with the taliban"
(Taliban baby)

So we prayed to Allah with all of our might
Until those big U.S. jets came flyin one night
They dropped little bombs all over their holy land
And man you should have seen em run like rabbits, they ran
(the taliban)

You know someday soon we're both gonna saddle up and it'll be
Ride Camel Ride
My old lady she'll be here with me, smilin right by my side
We should do real fine out around Palestine or maybe Turkmenistan
We'll bid a fair adieu and flip a couple fingers to the Taliban
(oh yeah, taliban)
we'll bid a fair adieu and flip a big boner to The Taliban (baby)"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hPjatgRjL4

http://www.tobykeith.com/
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. ~
T. S. Eliot
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Hm. How's about that classic (late 1960's, early '70's at the very latest):

Quote:
Country Joe And The Fish - "Vietnam Song"

Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on Wall Street, don't be slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
But just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Now you can go out and get those reds
'Cause the only good commie is the one that's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, and don't hesitate
To send your sons off before it's too late.
And you can be the first ones in your block
To have your boy come home in a box.

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
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George Harrison's "Brainwashed"

Brainwashed in our childhood
Brainwashed by the school
Brainwashed by our teachers
And brainwashed by all their rules
Brainwashed by our leaders
By our Kings and Queens
Brainwashed in the open
And brainwashed behind the scenes

God God God
A voice cries in the wilderness
God God God
It was on the longest night
God God God
An eternity of darkness
God God God
Someone turned out the spiritual light

Brainwashed by the Nikkei
Brainwashed by Dow Jones
Brainwashed by the FTSE
Nasdaq and secure loans
Brainwashed us from Brussels
Brainwashed us in Bonn
Brainwashed us in Washington
Westminster in London

God God God
You are the wisdom that we seek
God God God
The lover that we miss
God God God
Your nature is eternity
God God God
Your are Existence, Knowledge, Bliss

The soul does not love, it is love itself
It does not exist, it is existence itself
It does not know, it is knowledge itself
("How to Know God", page 130)

They brainwashed my great uncle
Brainwashed my cousin Bob
They even got my grandma
When she was working for the mob
Brainwash you while you're sleeping
While in your traffic jam
Brainwash you while you're weeping
While still a baby in your pram
Brainwashed by the military
Brainwashed under duress
Brainwashed by the media
You're brainwashed by the press
Brainwashed by computer
Brainwashed by mobile phones
Brainwashed by the satellite
Brainwashed to the bone

God God God
Won't you lead us through this mess
God God God
From the places of concrete
God God God
Nothing's worse than ignorance
God God God
I just won't accept defeat

God God God
Must be something I forgot
God God God
Down on Bullshit Avenue
God God God
If we can only stop the rot
God God God
Wish that you'd brainwash us too

Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare Mahadev
Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare
Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare

Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva
Hare Hare Hare Hare Mahadeva
Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva
Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva

Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare
Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare
Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva
Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva
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Nice one, Theyyam

This must have been covered by so many, not sure where it originates. Probably just a traditional. Listening to the Diamanda Galás version:

Quote:
"My World Is Empty Without You"

My World Is Empty Without You, babe.
And as I go my way alone,
I find it hard for me to carry on.
I need your strength,
I need your tender touch
I need the love, my dear, I miss so much.

My World Is Empty Without You, babe.
My World Is Empty Without You, babe.
From this old world I try to hide my face,
But from this loneliness there's no hiding place.
Inside this cold and empty house I dwell,
in darkness with memories I know so well.

I need your love more than before,
I can hardly carry on anymore.
My World Is Empty Without You, babe,
without you babe,without you babe,
My mind and soul have felt like this,
Since love between us no more exist.
And each time that darkness falls,
if finds me alone with these four walls.

My World Is Empty Without You, babe.
My World Is Empty Without You, babe.
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Tom Waits - Kentucky Avenue

The last verse in particular is probably my favorite bit of music I've come across yet.

Quote:
Well, Eddie Grace's Buick got four bullet holes in the side
And Charlie DeLisle is sittin' at the top of an avocado tree
Mrs. Storm will stab you with a steak knife if you step on her lawn
I got a half a pack of Lucky Strikes, man, so come along with me
And let's fill our pockets with macadamia nuts
And go over to Bobby Goodmanson's and jump off the roof

Well, Hilda plays strip poker when her mama's cross the street
Joey Navinski says she put her tongue in his mouth
And Dicky Faulkner's got a switchblade and some gooseneck risers
That eucalyptus is a hunchback, there's a wind down from the south
So let me tie you up with kite string and I'll show you the scabs on my knee
Watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks on
And come along with me

Let's follow that fire truck, I think your house is burnin' down
And go down to the hobo jungle and kill some rattlesnakes with a trowel
And we'll break all the windows in the old Anderson place
And we'll steal a bunch of boysenberries and I'll smear 'em on your face
I'll get a dollar from my mama's purse and buy that scull and crossbones ring
And you can wear it 'round your neck on an old piece of string

Then we'll spit on Ronnie Arnold and flip him the bird
And slash the tires on the school bus, now don't say a word
I'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials in my arm
And I'll show you how to sneak up on the roof of the drugstore

I'll take the spokes from your wheelchair and a magpie's wings
And I'll tie 'em to your shoulders and your feet
I'll steal a hacksaw from my dad and cut the braces off your legs
And we'll bury them tonight out in the cornfield
Just put a church key in your pocket, we'll hop that freight train in the hall
We'll slide all the way down the drain to New Orleans in the fall
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Originally Posted by Shiver me Timbers View Post The last verse in particular is probably my favorite bit of music I've come across yet.
Ah, yes; but then about 3/4 of Waits's work fits that bill to me Nice one, indeed!

(You'll know his The Black Rider, in collaboration with Robert Wilson and William Burroughs? Another such beauty, and just a month too early. The singing saw to go with it is also just perfect: )

Quote:
"November"

No shadow no stars
no moon no cars
November
it only believes
in a pile of dead leaves
and a moon
that's the color of bone

No prayers for November
to linger longer
stick your spoon in the wall
we'll slaughter them all

November has tied me
to an old dead tree
get word to April
to rescue me
November's cold chain

Made of wet boots and rain
and shiny black ravens
on chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
you're my firing squad
November

With my hair slicked back
with carrion shellac
with the blood from a pheasant
and the bone from a hare
tied to the branches
of a roebuck stag
left to wave in the timber
like a buck shot flag

Go away you rainsnout
go away blow your brains out
November
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Here's another favorite of mine:

Organized Konfusion - Stray Bullet

Link to lyrics here (may not be entirely appropriate to post on IM)
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Nice one, Shiver. Didn't know them; would have to study the lyrics some more. But feels good. Catchy. Jazzy. "Up."

People have asked me what's that subtitle to my username. So, er, here's the lyrics, and here's the song.
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btw Tom Waits again. This is one I'd like, nay, insist, to be played at my funeral:

Quote:
"On The Nickel"

sticks and stones will break my bones, but i always will be true, and when
your mama is dead and gone, i'll sing this lullabye just for you, and what
becomes of all the little boys, who never comb their hair, well they're lined
up all around the block, on the nickel over there.

so you better bring a bucket, there is a hole in the pail, and if you don't
get my letter, then you'll know that i'm in jail, and what becomes of all the
little boys, who never say their prayers, well they're sleepin' like a baby,
on the nickel over there.

and if you chew tobacco, and wish upon a star, well you'll find out where
the scarecrows sit, just like punchlines between the cars, and i know a place
where a royal flush, can never beat a pair, and even thomas jefferson, is on
the nickel over there.

so ring around the rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain, and you're always
late for supper, and man you let me down again, i thought i heard a
mockingbird, roosevelt knows where, you can skip the light, with grady tuck,
on the nickel over there.

so what becomes of all the little boys, who run away from home, well the
world just keeps gettin' bigger, once you get out on your own, so here's to
all the little boys, the sandman takes you where, you'll be sleepin' with a
pillowman, on the nickel over there.

so let's climb up through that button hole, and we'll fall right up the
stairs, and i'll show you where the short dogs grow, on the nickel over there.
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More Nick Cave. I got a little bored with him after roughly his Let Love In, but really liked him before. I've seen him perform this live, it's a duet with Blixa Bargeld, of Einstürzende Neubauten fame, playing the father's role answering him, it's quite touching:

Quote:
"The Weeping Song"
Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds

Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too

Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long

Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son
O, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long

O father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch
O then I'm so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
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... Man, it's sometimes fun to just click on at YouTube & see where you get.

What all have I been looking at just now, and by way of childhood sentiment: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, "Mercy Seat"; Tom Waits, "Hold On"; Talking Heads, "Burning Down the House"; Men At Work, "Down Under"; Eurythmics, "Sweet Dreams"; Dr. Alban, "It's My life"; Ace Of Base, "All That She Wants"; Snap, "The Power" (man, that's just so good. I'd completely forgotten about it. Nice video, too, don't think I ever saw it before.)

Etc. Ah, I see Enigma's "Knocking on Forbidden Doors" popping up now.
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