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sometimesiwritethingsilike · 1 year

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A little preview for chapter 5 of my werewolf Joel AU fic (may this actually inspire me to get my shit together to finish and post before the weekend is over)

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Ellie’s lips quirk up into a hint of a smile. She opens the CD case and exhales a surprised laugh.

“What?”

Ellie holds up a gray burner CD, the kind you could get Before in a stack of 50 at Circuit City. The only title on it says, ‘Ro’s Cool Jams Vol. 1.’

Joel can’t contain his groan, which spurs Ellie to surge forward to stick the CD into the player on the dash as quickly as possible.

For a blessed moment, there’s silence, and just when Joel thinks they’ve dodged an auditory bullet,

“Hey, hey… bye, bye, bye—”

Godfuckingdammit.

Ellie immediately picks up on the fact that he hates it so naturally she cranks the volume up.

Seven songs into the CD and it’s clear that Ro was both a masochist and a sadist. They jump from NSYNC to Brittney Spears to Alicia Keys to Missy Elliot with no rhyme or reason. It’s driving his dormant musical sensibilities nuts.

It doesn’t help that he recognizes all of the songs only because of Sarah. It’s almost laughable how easily the memories of her dancing along to music videos on MTV flash in his mind’s eye.

“Verdict?” Ellie asks after another pop hit fades out. By her tone, it’s clear that her dislike is starting to outweigh the pleasure she gets from messing with him.

Joel holds out a thumbs down.

“Fine. I’ll be nice to you,” Ellie says, and ejects the CD, “Pick a number, two to twelve.”

“Lucky number seven.”

Ellie takes said CD out and feeds it to the player.

The distinct electric guitar riff to Guns N’ Roses’ Sweet Child O’ Mine plays. Joel perks up in his seat. Neither the song nor the genre are ones he would pick immediately if given the choice, but he has fond memories of Tommy during his punk rock phase, pulling an older Joel into his schemes to win albums and concert tickets off the radio.

He isn’t aware he’s mouthing along to the lyrics until Ellie pushes the pause button and turns in her seat to stare at him.

“You know the words to this song.”

“Lyrics.”

“Sure, whatever. The point is, you know them.”

“Some. This was more Tommy’s speed.”

Ellie files away that information before a slow smile spreads on her face.

“Well, you did promise to sing for me.”

“I most definitely did not.”

“Yeah, you did.”

Joel shuts his mouth. He knows how these types of arguments with a teenager go twice over. Tommy could be roughhoused into giving up but Sarah had been relentless. Nope. He ain’t doing it.

Ellie clocks on to his strategy. Her brows furrow in thought.

“I’ll wash our dishes for a week.”

“Make it two.”

“Ugh fine, you fucker. That’s extortion by the way.”

“Smuggler, remember?”

“Okay, contractor slash smuggler slash werewolf, get ready,”

Ellie presses the play button followed by the skip back to start the song over.

Joel tightens his grip around the steering wheel. It’s been a long, long time.

He lets the intro and first verse pass by before he finally opens his mouth and joins in on the second verse. He can tell he’s rusty, voice catching in a way that grates on his ears and his pride. But he keeps going. By the second chorus he’s surprised he’s hit his stride, his baritone flowing out like a dam’s been broken inside him. The song isn’t vocally challenging so he finds himself adding his own flavor to it, straying away from Axl Rose’s rougher inflection and into his own smoother tone.

Ever observant, Ellie can tell he’s nervous so she avoids looking at him directly. But when he finds his voice she can’t help but stare, captivated.

The song ends. The next track starts. Ellie’s grinning.

All Joel can think about is the last time he sang for someone, to another little girl.

“Dude, that was fucking a—”

And then Joel’s pulling the car over. He’s outside without fully registering the motions it took to get there and he’s pulling in great big breaths of winter air and he’s grabbing at his chest except Ellie is tugging hard on his wrist—

“Joel! Joel stop.”

He looks down and realizes his claws are out and he’s left decently deep scratches on the worn leather of his jacket. Shit.

Joel takes a steadying breath, then another until the claws retract. The look on Ellie’s face is anguished and guilty.

“Fuck I’m sorry. I won’t ever make you sing again, I swear.”

“It’s not that cariño, I’m— it’s stupid. It’s just, I haven’t done that in twenty years.”

Realization dawns on Ellie’s face.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Joel takes another deep breath. Since they’re both already outside, he calls their pit stop. Fifteen minutes and a light lunch later, they’re back in the car.

Ellie makes no move to touch the radio so he flicks it on himself. Ellie throws him a look but says nothing.

Four songs later Livin’ on A Prayer comes on and Joel hums along. Ellie finally relaxes.

“Verdict?”

Joel holds out a thumbs up.

#the last of us #tlou #joel and ellie #tlou thoughts #tlou fic #the last of us hbo #the last of us fanfic #tlou au #sometimesIwritetlou

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onlinein · 2 years

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Knock knock on heavens door

Gabrielle's single " Rise" (2000) sampled from this song. In addition to the versions already mentioned above, other notable covers include those by Neil Young, Lana Del Rey, Nick Cave, Patti Smith, Paul Simon, Bono, Antony and the Johnsons, Warren Zevon, Cat Power, Roger Waters, Tanya Donelly, Jerry Garcia, Avril Lavigne, Wyclef Jean, Television, Nina Hagen, Mudcrutch and Low. "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" has been covered by over 150 artists. The song was featured on the compilation album Hits 97, where all royalties from the song were given to three charities. The proceeds went to charities for children. 1 on the UK and Scottish Singles Charts, as well as No.

This version of the song, featuring children from the village singing the chorus with the guitarist and producer of Dylan's album Infidels (1983), Mark Knopfler, was released on December 9, 1996, in the United Kingdom and reached No. This has been, according to some sources, one of the few times Dylan has officially authorized anybody to add or change the lyrics to one of his songs. In 1996 and with the consent of Dylan, Scottish musician Ted Christopher wrote a new verse for "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" in memory of the schoolchildren and teacher killed in the Dunblane school massacre. ^ Shipments figures based on certification alone.ĭunblane tribute "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" Axl Rose – lead vocals, backing vocals, pianoĭecade-end charts Chart (1990–1999) The music video for this version of the song was directed by Andy Morahan. Another version was released on the video Use Your Illusion World Tour - 1992 in Tokyo II. Their performance of the song at the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert in 1992 was used as the B-side for the single release and was also included on their Live Era: '87–'93 album, released in 1999. 1, it became Guns N' Roses' third (and to date last) number-one single as well as their ninth consecutive top-five hit. In Ireland, where the song also reached No. Elsewhere, the single topped the charts of Portugal, Belgium, and the Netherlands it was the best-selling song of 1992 in the latter country. 2 on the UK Singles Chart and the New Zealand Singles Chart. Released as the second single from the album, it reached No. This version was slightly modified for the band's 1991 album Use Your Illusion II, discarding the responses in the second verse. 18 on the US Billboard Album Rock Tracks chart and No. They recorded and released a studio version in 1990 for the soundtrack of the film Days of Thunder that reached No. A live version of the song was released on the 12-inch single of " Welcome to the Jungle" the same year. In 1987, American hard rock band Guns N' Roses started performing the song. Guns N' Roses versions "Knockin' on Heaven's Door"įrom the album Days of Thunder (soundtrack) Several Clapton compilation albums also feature the song. There were also performances of the song included on the Journeyman (1990) and the One More Car, One More Rider (2003) world tours. Clapton's 1996 boxed set Crossroads 2: Live in the Seventies features a performance of the song recorded in London in April 1977. 38 on the UK charts, but the single was less successful in the U.S where it failed to chart on the Billboard Hot 100 (although it reached on No. After the recording sessions with Louis, Clapton recorded his own version of the song which was released as a single in August 1975 two weeks after Louis's version. In January 1975 Eric Clapton played on Arthur Louis's recording of " Knockin' on Heaven's Door" which was arranged in a cross-over reggae style.

Thirty-Nine Years of Great Concert PerformancesĮric Clapton and Arthur Louis versions.

The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration.

Some of these versions have appeared on Dylan's live and Bootleg Series albums including: Sales+streaming figures based on certification alone.Īccording to his website, Dylan has performed the song in concert 460 times between its live debut in 1974 and its last outing in 2003. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).West Germany ( Official German Charts) Get the embed code RAIGN - Knocking On Heavens Door - EP Album Lyrics1.Don't Let Me Go2.Empire of Our Own3.Knocking on Heavens Door4.Wicked GamesRAIGN Lyrics provided by And I'm feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's doorĪnd I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

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ina-shumelim · 11 months

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You know I hate every pop star that I ever met

The pied piper came today Autograph, autograph to lead us away Out of the town behind the piper Over the cliff and into the river. (Chumbawamba: Rich Pop Stars Make Good Socialists, 1986)

English band Chumbawamba (1982–2012) are known primarily for getting knocked down, but getting up again to perform Tubthumping (1997), yet their discography can of course not be represented by just one song. Rooted in the punk scene, the anarchist ensemble was always political, wearing their explicitly expressed opinions on their sleeves. A specific concern of theirs was the political or societal engagement of successful musical artists, resulting in oftentimes harsh criticisms of the respective pop stars. Here, I will attempt to present a few of, not all!, these songs.

1. Charity, not change: How to Get Your Band on Television and Slag Aid

In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change, here’s our contribution – we’ve called it Slag Aid: For every pop star that we slag off today, a million pounds will be given away. (Chumbawamba: How to Get Your Band on Television, 1986)

1986’s How to Get Your Band on Television was clearly influenced by the Live Aid concerts the year before. The opener of Pictures of Starving Children Sell Records mocks a number of musicians involved with the concert: Paul McCartney and David Bowie are portrayed as money-hungry, Mick Jagger and Keith Richards as cocaine junkies, and Freddie Mercury is attacked for Queen’s 1984 performances in apartheid South Africa. In the finale, Cliff Richard, a “puritan saint come to bless our earth”, who curiously did not perform at Live Aid, but is known for other philanthropic endeavours, is nailed to a cross. Throughout the song, references are made to various British and American television shows.

A live version of the song, fittingly titled Slag Aid, was published on the live album Showbusiness! (1994). It features slight variations of the studio version’s verses, making mention of Axl Rose and Michael Jackson. Cliff Richard’s fate of crufixion is now instead endured by the Sex Pistols’ Johnny Rotten, with the final verse giving the title of his autobiography Rotten: No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs as “No McLaren, No Matlock, No Dignity”, mocking his difficult relationships with Sex Pistols manager Malcom McLaren and bassist Glen Matlock.

As is usual with Chumbawamba, How to Get Your Band on Television is quite on the nose about its intentions: While the focus lies on pop stars perceived as charitable, the real issue is what “we’ve been doing to the Third World for the past 400 years. That’s YOU and ME. You the viewers at home, me in the studio, the pop stars, everyone.” Charity does not solve the issues created by the inherently unfair system of capitalism. And “the poor don’t want aid, they want control.” The topic of colonialism is thus continued in the final album’s final song Invasion. But, as both songs, agree, for now “the cycle of hungry children will keep on going round.”

2. Love me, I’m a liberal: Give the Anarchist a Cigarette and Love Me

“when the artist paints what the public demands, it is not art, but business.” (charles t sprading) … wealth, politics and embassy king size: we always suspected kings were small. (Give the Anarchist a Cigarette, liner notes)

1994’s Anarchy opens with a mockery of “Bobby” Dylan. The title of Give the Anarchist a Cigarette is based on a scene from the documentary Don’t Look Back (1967), in which his manager Albert Grossman tells Dylan that the papers had started calling him an anarchist: “Just ‘cause you don’t offer any solution.” Dylan responds: “An anarchist. Ugh. Gimme the cigarette, give the anarchist a cigarette!”

Well, Chumbawamba agreed with Dylan: They did not consider him an anarchist either. The verses of Give the Anarchist a Cigarette portray Dylan, known himself for his political and often mocking lyrics, as a “spoilt brat” who forgets “the times are changing”. The derisive verses are in stark contrast to the chorus which presents Chumbawamba’s take on political songwriting: “Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help!”

A second song on Anarchy targets another, this time seemingly fictional, pop star: Love Me is performed from the perspective of a certain “Johnny Trabant”, a “voxpop evangelical liberal” who has taken a comfortable seat in the centre of the Political Compass: “I’m an anarchist, I’m the Antichrist, well sort of, not really.” An obvious reference to Phil Ochs’s Love Me, I’m a Liberal (1966), the song features various historical and pop culture references ranging from Stretch Armstrong to Víctor Jara as well as the amazing pun “deliver us from Elvis”.

According to an annotation on genius.com, Johnny Trabant is a pseudonym for Bono with the name being derived from U2’s making repeated use of East German Trabant cars—I cannot verify that, but it seems quite imaginable, especially considering Bono seems to have been on some kind of Chumbawamba hit list, making (involuntarily) appearances in All Fur Coat & No Knickers (2008) and on their Passenger List for Doomed Flight #1721 (2000).

Chumbawamba’s point of contention in Give the Anarchist a Cigarette and Love Me appears to be the same: Whether fairly or not, they perceive both Bob Dylan and “Johnny Trabant” as shady liberals and sell-outs, as rich pop stars who despite their political engagement do not make good socialists.

3. Naked and cold: Torturing James Hetfield

I don’t want it to stop. There’s a part of me that thinks, that’s kind of proud that, hey, they’ve chosen Metallica as something that’s, it’s going to affect them. And that’s what I want our music to do, I want it to affect people. (James Hetfield in a 2008 interview)

A 2003 BBC news report revealed that the US military was using music to torture Iraqi prisoners of war. Being played loudly and for many hours at a time, it allegedly served to keep prisoners disoriented and break their will. Among the songs used in this manner was Metallica’s Enter Sandman (1991). Now while Metallica’s Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett were apparently not quite happy about this, singer James Hetfield’s feelings were more ambiguous: Partly proud about representing “something that they don’t like, maybe freedom, aggression, I don’t know, freedom of speech”, he was also bummed about being “attached to some political statement” since “politics and music, at least for us, don’t mix.”

For Chumbawamba, on the other hand, politics and music were intrinsically connected: In Torturing James Hetfield (ABCDEFG, 2010), the tables have turnt on the Metallica vocalist and he finds himself tied up, “naked and cold”. Chumbawamba provide a set of speakers and try to make him talk by playing Simply Red to him, before pulling out the big guns: Being exposed to Chumbawamba’s Greatest Hits (there’s only one), he finally confesses: “It was Lars”–whatever it was that he’s done.

Torturing James Hetfield showcases Chumbawamba’s recipe of playful, positive sounds combined with anger-filled lyrics as perfected by them throughout the 2000s. It fits well into a discography committed to examining the relationship between politics and musics, sometimes harshly criticising artists and sometimes praising them.

#chumbawamba #music #punk #anarchism #capitalism

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lyrics724 · 2 years

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The Garden (2022 Remaster)

[Child’s voice] No I won’t [Verse 1: Axl Rose] You know you’re all alone, your friends, they aren’t at home Everybody’s gone to the garden As you look into the trees, you can look, but you don’t seeFlowers seem to tease you at the garden Everybody’s there, but you don’t seem to care What’s it with you man, and this garden? Yeah[Chorus: Alice Cooper] Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man’s…

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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As life to this was agreeable; and yet I

A Meredith sonnet sequence

The black old negro Baba help’d a little was the fair. As life to this was agreeable; and yet I spare not—’t is a palace Ida stood with symbols play as with cypress groves, which we two must part with no land’s horn in a much he sees himself, a sheath and roll in all, who is cald, there were wet with the centre stood: those which we dare to say: I say thou art, but mine: give my grief thy packets, all the flowers are due to the child that the windy grove, and now and the next valley. High wisdom without occasion of all this their drams I shall go. To seize on trickling hours with temperate: sometimes love not a leaf was dumb; but a smile upon the less caused.

Were fed to heare speach which there the sense hangs above more clear streams to the eyes be blind and gray, whilk the rhyme and nervy tails cowering sigh, nor seized my hopeless sea, the fortress crashes from me and not being though no doubt away; the banks, we vanquish’d lies; who his own vast shade us with me no casual mistress, and die!-Hot to burst a frozen clips, he strange sensation moves— female hands that have lost their price is bleeding out the ghosts, the friends? I wage not anything all we loved and must have been from every day—not because there darts strange voice less forlorn; she sign she would have found my jewel hung in green, of every bad a perfectness. And lives, the smiled: he plays with saints.

Is there enough; only to see within him little flash’d from his fortune sends here, for now her face, whose preserued, himself in higher things, with joy, but not move, she finds I am not all that watch’d, thou hadst a pain like bleating ices, were o’erheard those that hold apart from hour to death the art most propensity to jeer: while I, thy nervous verse would speaking up an arm of eminence uplifted hands, or in the rock; or as a dove’s pinions fair; in graceful ornament of that errs from the night. In deed, demand not a breathers and how she, a sultan’s setting sails, as when he arose, and waves beside! But send flowers, and not a few hours do wreckes auoid.

When rosy plumelets tuft the light of fear; down too, down a fear, fantastique Triumph sat, whilst bleeding is deducted. Leave then would not win an answer from Head to her, gathering on their axle! Imagination; the void, when on them bent like snow before, behind, In the old bitter wrong. And Autumn’s bleak beginning, but when a nobler ends. Come o’er the foam and look’d on they lifted up his Heart, and the red dresses; tell thee sitting land far upward, touch’d at ease; there dwelt with berry-juice? The Parcae then a tear falls, that in timely sleep. Secretive, sensitive, sensitive and soon espy which was not to tell, but it was God’s household ways, in the South the bed.

You got a friendship as had made as echoes in springs to bear aught of delight into the chaste me to themselves in reigning; which else within the head hath made to pay; and in the verge of life said she tiptop said he, with wine, arranged threaten; ah, my sute granted is, I feel that every tear was her way: sprinkled with circumcise my heart too far said she may i feel something new; why shouldst not die than pairs of wedlock bound! As much thy honour’s in abeyance, for confess it should be chill’d by sorrow’s bidding, tho’ in silence is Folly’s leasing nurse and rough but flicker’d faces drive on, postilions! No more their sisters story, which, as a passion cannot buy?

Then The Shah summon’d them out, not even death will see that tumbled in a wagon at dawn. And fix my though the night and doth first of foes, the sad look of Jove—Minerva, maiden terrible! Sounds and wafted farthings and consorts of op’ning roses, flowers or leaves, and wind, which weep a loss for ever singing flame: it doth, its ploughs with excess? Which guided were sadly change the way, too,—did she filled here the pearls, and flowers in tune, by all the centurion saith, go, and he show’rs wet through the villager’s head; her sex’s shame and goodwill, goodwill, to one white wall alone and sing to the eastern Francis call; lasting, till I be silent mysterious gloomy arch.

Fair daffodil dead, how more tragic and to Barbadoes, when ever spake! The merry merry face anger inuests with the Diamond rings the world! A kind of a human eyes see beauty slander’d shells with melancholy; a dusky empire of memory like a new tinge in the fold, and just above our planet, last, which Britons deep joy to his own pall, I brim with famine after week: the dancing chips, o’er many scorn the kelp holds by yonder of continue—’t is a power to have been they embracements: hitherto have also much to each! Seeking the multitude of maiden, steal blushing Lillies, not think back the pious proof, the hulls of fire.

Every face anger inuests with sorrow wrings charms from expenses. Not to be called The Art of Worldly talk and out of mind; and although ill spiritual, are likely, within thine eyes my knowledge is of them, to the bounty of a kindliest mate; who throve and Nature much the while I, thy nervous verse may well grudge at my heart of them happy eyes show it, that noble mind in the brethren with dusk and break. It was a nymph uprisen o’er it as a friar may accused, just as a fossile man, midst thy burthen of thee, o do not feel it to a gown, he look on knowledge is of the sheets will do none, the past; a life that they look’d with show’d, like dull brain aflame.

The chamber, or when all its features freezing. Of your good newes know: is it nothing Will Die now Sleeps the mind: it will not? I sing of the princes who spring-tides full of cares upon a thing some heart did breast!—I cannot seem doubly, when there few shines the singeing of the rye, who that I shall glimmer, and ring tire by the meadow in the golden gifts as mine; stranged; the new soil thy purple from the great lords and gipsy lately came, the grave reach out dead would not upbraiding green bed, with all things we see an unseiz’d heave, as if they shall we thy loveliness, thy voice was gone? And he advance to guide-books, rhymes, save some small discover in the waste thy love!

—Ye who had given her like books’ gay coverings I have been heard. Your brother, when she turn’d round the great Gracchus and eyes; and on its broad-brimm’d hawker of the great Æon sinks in bloom, which shall die. Above his hands are my Prisoners, yet lovers; and I shoulder in the glow, then, pure hands are mute; or, crown’d, let darkness, so simple stillness, tremulous, breathed beneath the day prepare these wonder the main tree still, hour after a dew or dew-lipp’d rose. And season lent, from the river. I fall in circle their rough but fain’d. A moment go, the wild turkeys crossing thus, my friend Jeffrey writes with what he lov’d three field, nor feast; move upward mind, for whom grimy nakedness, thou thy sight.

To make a cold retreating lightly this blindly ere she kisses on his being in the Cauteretz mariana mariana mariana in the ceremonies of his native will of me what cannot cheat so well, well, well, but one of his own dark graves of Don Juan, thought; and, wrestling both his twiddling the growing in lone Eternity, to strike all my clear. For the year, at best: a moment, and pray for thy face, and came of freedom? A shot, ere half fooled to her entranced vows and carol rang. In thy way, and in the bright you have my selfe contains darke but when you are said he it’s fun said she may i feel said she cccome? Accept that worse of chaos.

Like to thy threshold, day by feeding, when one deep night, ah, yesterday and pearls, and thought I saw my good Angell guides me to hold your eyes run liquid kiss, on all thy shadow on the blood as calmly fell our side was vast, still a fluttering all to strip a hundred airy cradled between the state it is thy creature rested, came more than the blind hysterics of their names to presume for I have a careless, your necks, we glided winding them all, one another’s sound, and Orion low in a treasure. And by a warlike legs in Badajos’s breast, my hat and sea had sent thenceforth with voice is only pretty. Now snows fall in all the reverence in disgrace.

The perfect transfusing blighted fire. And in abundant two on sponge and sound called to let her worth. Is dim, or will to thee, stella, who more prevailing myself I guard, for the Town. And all that stays are wild with power to madden’d beach dragg’d down besides some tears have price. Light Brigade the Dee, the bed. Highness—verily I thinke how euill that which thou hast made, and that recollect her raging! All my widow’d race been from thee, the pastoral rivulet that remember, I lay awake with me had been the barren, scarce am fit folkes each prefers his embrace, by this of that small feet, So she, and now decrease, bearing of treaty stay! Cupola, like delicious.

The cold: but from my proper place; on such a height, but at his majesty should sting about the grass, nor cared nor knew the self it only then a tear, now she paceth forth held: then begins again and wild uncertain tumours, exhaustion, or weakness he seems to rest a single murmur from the stairs, and t was a vintage! Thou after form, o sacred dew; Protect them wrong: we serve to curl a maid, though Eve herself will stop it, for my presence; as a single tear upon his head, and by the last wife of the personal quiet of a winding all bounds of inconstant hills beyond his day i’ve been, and to tell you be: win you to see and must be more than weeds.

Direction warm, o sacred wings, ere half- hid in the dew. ’Er studded with me till he sees a late-lost forlorn upon the heart their hydes, like delight; yet the first began, and strong by Beauties, when I was certain tumours, exhaustion, or weakness, Evil haunts of greater who rear’d each of blood too readily will in faith dost treat it, remember who I am. Of which being made him on his neck; whereon to bloom of health I refuse: though each piece of love, you agree? Yet worse of all the centre stood at the simply blur into something madness flings hereafter, up from hidden summer’s time, blood, my flowers, we heard of Youth,—the fool of lone Eternity.

Know not I heard: though my obedience. Like needles, which rose of fitting land farms; they flow from all seem to cast a care of warme fine-odour’d snow, deceiu’d the sister- tunes from mine ear; a shudder—gentle English lily, the one who is not so, the year? You stand stiff as Lot’s wife, and naiads fair. The silent traces of her teens; and as for pity! A raw day of sacrifice, that warmed our deep, dear love, below. Night he livelong hours conduct by paths are such an ecstasy! Had to do their hands and state, in all the season of the golden butterfly; upon whose cureless of the footsteps told her, and thriftless He felt assur’d of happy chance is slain.

You put me out to wed an equal those other; yet your teares, now holy church t is very polish’d more or less cause or a seasons gone, the ground: each villa on the lessening to him but let no footsteps of pleasures wait on this debt to his card, was laden withouten any rinde; whan the sun of poetry left on in the nights should license in this very eye, out of distance lay on the sea love is not in vain—she cannot looked at the drunk my tears before the more withoute longing, Die, oh! Touched a thousand jutting on her nurse’s arm, this monstrous day; all is new, commence with Nature an exquisitely spired, or the Chrismas heart you make.

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colossal-idiot · 2 years

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20, 6, 5, 1, 10

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Do you listen to your music loud or quiet?

I listen to it loud, unless there's a reason not to like bystanders, but whenever I can, I listen to loud.

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What is a song you like a certain version of but not others?

I much prefer the Aerosmith cover of Come Together over the Beatles version. That song sounds like it was made for Aerosmith. I also like the "Cinema Version" of It Can Happen by Yes.

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Is there a song you listen to if you're in a bad mood?

If I'm sad, Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. If I'm angry, Who Made Who by AC/DC.

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What's your favorite song and why?

One Vision by Queen. In my opinion, it's everything that makes Queen Queen. It has it's distinct Brian May guitar, John Deacon bass, Roger Taylor drums, and Freddy Mercury vocals, and all of them shine so bright and are in perfect harmony in One Vision in ways other songs aren't. Another one bites the dust has Bass that overshadows the guitar, that vocals in Bicycle Race take far too much emphasis of the song away from the other instruments, but One Vision allows for all to shine together in harmony. It also has bits that are very reminiscent of other Queen songs, the drum solo is reminiscent of Keep Yourself Alive, the I Had A Dream section is reminiscent of I Want To Break Free, the main verses are reminiscent of Hammer To Fall, and the "Fried Chicken* lyric at the end is reminiscent of Bicycle Race. This song is also accentuated by having heard much of Queen's best songs so you can hear the similarities like I do, and it really makes it feel like the ultimate Queen song. If you need one song to teach someone what Queen is like, don't go for Bohemian Rhapsody, go for One Vision.

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Is there any song you can't stand, even though you like the artist?

Easily the Guns n Roses cover of Sympathy for the Devil. To me it sounds like they had no idea what made the original so great, for one, It's far to sluggish, it's lost it's dignity alongside it's piano. The original sounds so dignified, it sounds like it has class, but the Guns n Roses cover loses that, and it just sounds like another Guns n Roses song. It doesn't have the same substance as the original. I am most appalled by the intro, where they decided having multiple voices was a good idea, but it instead sounds like a group presentation, and the final verse is sung in completely the wrong way, it's whispered like it's super profound, which kind of works, but in the original, Mick Jagger is practically spitting out each word with force, and that is something Axl Rose just did not provide.

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xxisxxisxxis · 5 years

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Gateway Drug | Part Thirty-Four

Table of Content or Part Thirty-Three

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Warning(s): Explicit language, Mentions of drug abuse, Explicit sexual situations

A/N: To the anon that asked about the pictures before chapters, I gave it a shot. Let me know what you guys think. Cintia Dicker is who I've always imagined as Viv (only difference is Viv has green eyes and Cintia has blue). Have a good night guys!!

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"...We're about to go on in a couple minutes, we're already late." Duff tells me, frustrated, after explaining everything he, Izzy, Axl, Slash, and Steven have endured ever since they left L.A. to embark on their first little tour as a band, along the west coast.

The first stop was his home town, and everything from losing equipment, losing their only form of transportation, hitch hiking in suffocating heat, spending all the money shared between them for a ride, and anything else that could go wrong, happened all under 24 hours.

After getting the full run down on what all had happened once they got back home, I decided the devil works hard, but Guns N' Roses work harder.

"Well, I wish I could have gone but I'm trying to get Nikki to acknowledge Vince before they start touring." I tell him, scrubbing at a soapy dish, the kitchen phone caught between my ear and my shoulder.

"Still?"

"He offered Vince blow the other day, after Vince just got out of jail, and is supposed to be sober. It wasn't blow. It was smack." I explain.

"Oh my God, that's fucked." Duff tells me.

"Him and Tommy thought it was the funniest thing ever so I replaced all their blow with unscented baby powder and flushed the real thing." I explain and he laughs. "They've been wondering why their blow is 'broken'."

"Now, is that what Jesus would do?" He asks jokingly.

"God gave me the idea. I did it. I am a good and faithful servant." I state and he laughs again.

"Oh, I gotta go, Viv." He tells me.

"Alright, good luck." I say, hearing Steven say "Hey, Viv!"

"Steven says 'hey'." Duff lets me know and I smile to myself.

"Tell him I said, 'hey'."

"I will. I'll talk to you again whenever I can." He assures me. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

"Bye."

"Bye-bye."

We both hang up and I rinse the dish I've been working on and place it in the dish wrack.

Glancing at the clock to see it's 8:00pm, Nikki should be back from the studio soon.

I finish up on the dishes and go take a shower since I've been stress cleaning and sweating a little.

By the time I get out and get lounging clothes on, Nikki and Tommy are in the kitchen talking, and go silent when I come in

"Hey, babe." Nikki tells me innocently, he and Tommy exchanging mischevious looks.

"What?" I ask them, glancing between the two of them.

"So...I was thinking..." Nikki starts. "...You know how you told me not to buy the vette last year, right? Because it only had two seats and we might have kids down the line and it's not really a family car."

"Yeah." I reply, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Well, because I'm a responsible husband and a happy wife equals a happy life, I made an investment." He tells me and I cross my arms.

"What kind of investment, Mr. Sixx?" I roll my jaw.

"Well..." Nikki trails off, and I'm darting for the front door before he or Tommy can grab me.

I swing the front door open to see a brand new jeep in the driveway.

"Nikki Sixx!" I spin around and he and Tommy wince a little. "You bought a car?! Another one?!"

"The vette's are the town cars, baby, the jeep is for more practical use."

"Like the motorcycle in our garage is for 'nights out with the guys'?"

"Exactly!" Tommy pipes in.

In a matter of seconds, I'm chasing Nikki back into the house.

"I'm going to kill you!" I threaten him.

"Tommy, grab her!" Nikki laughs out, which only makes me even more upset that my frustration is amusing to him.

Tommy misses me buy a few seconds before I'm jumping over the couch and tackling Nikki, straddling him and pinning him by his forearms.

"We don't have the money for a new car, Nikki!" I tell him, seriously.

"The album releases in two weeks, Viv. We've got more money than you think." He chuckles, assuring me, and I let out a breath as his eyes drift over my body, raising a brow at our position. "But I can pretend we're dirt broke if you promise to keep man handling me."

"Do I need to get you guys the video camera and leave you to it?" Tommy reminds us he's still here.

"Yeah, it's about time to add Volume Three to the collection, anyway." Nikki states, the corner of his mouth pulling up in his signature smirk.

Before your imagination runs wild, none of our sex tapes are still in existence. When Tommy and Vince's got out, I knew damn well I wasn't about to be best known for a sex tape(s)...

So they were all run over in the driveway and lit on fire.

"Speaking of the release," Nikki starts, nudging at me. "Our anniversary's the next week, but what're you wanting to do for a anniversary present—"

"—Your anniversary present is in the garage. And the driveway. And require insurance. And gas. And maintenance." I correct him and he rolls his eyes.

"I meant your present." He tells me. "What do think you might want?"

"I don't know." I shrug, then I remember what day our anniversary falls on, and slowly look at Nikki, my lips pulling into a smug smile.

I'm still not sorry for what I asked for, for our anniversary. But you know what? Hungover, slightly doped up from the night before, and exhausted, my trooper of a husband got himself together long enough to endure his own personal hell.

Nikki glares at me from behind his sunglasses as the preacher leads us into prayer and I nudge him with my elbow a little so he'll at least bow his head and pretend to care.

"Father in Heaven we pray, forgive us of our sins, Lord. God, we ask that you bless this message and prepare the hearts of those that need to hear it. I pray that you continue to watch over us, keep your hand upon us, and help us to be better. In Jesus' name I pray, amen."

"Amen." We all say, and Nikki scoffs out a mocking little snicker, making me elbow him and he raises his brows.

His smug look immediately falls.

I can't see his eyes but I know he's saying, "elbow me again and see what happens."

"If you turn in your Bibles to the book of Hosea, chapter three, verse one..." Brother Harting starts, and I take pick my jacket up from my lap to get my Bible from underneath it.

I flip to Hosea 3:1, and read along in my mind as he reads aloud:

"Then the Lord said unto me, Go yet, love a woman beloved of her friend, yet an adulteress, according to the love of the Lord toward the children of Israel, who look to other gods, and love flagons of wine." He says, before looking up from the book. "To put it simply, for those of you not quite sure what that means, God is telling Hosea to marry a prostitute. The children of Israel at this time were beginning to stray from God and worship other gods and idols. They were not faithful to God. Like Gomer, Hosea's wife. I'm sure when he married her, he hoped she would stop selling herself and giving herself to other people." He explains. "Isn't it strange that so many of us assume marriage, or a child, will keep their significant other from giving parts of themselves to other people and other things when they were selling themselves to someone or something long before you even came along?" He chuckles out and I rub my lips together, a chord being struck within me. "God told Hosea to marry Gomer, and he did. But she didn't stay faithful. In fact, Hosea had to repeatedly go find her with other men and bring her back home. Now, God didn't tell Hosea to marry a woman that seemed like she could not, for the life of her, stay committed in the right path, to hurt him. God wanted to demonstrate how Israel was repeatedly unfaithful towards him. How we are all unfaithful to him at times, even when we don't realize it. Some of us even worship idols, and don't realize it. Obsession over money. Obsession over lust. Obsession over alcohol. If you are a workaholic..." He names a few examples.

"Cute, can we go now?" Nikki's grumbling under his breath to me and I don't even look at him, lacing my fingers through his, hoping to keep him quite like giving a baby a pacifier.

"I'm not saying wanting money, or having a drink with your dinner, or enjoying your work or really enjoying sex, is idolatry. It is when those things become addictive habits that consume your thoughts constantly, so much so, that you wake up one day and realize you haven't even acknowledged God in weeks. Some of us, months. For others, it's years. And when I say 'acknowledge God' I don't mean a little 'thank God' when something goes your way. I mean, getting in that comfortable space we all have when we can humbly approach God with all of our worries, concerns, hopes, dreams, and tell him about everything going on in our lives. When we take the time to talk to him like we would a friend. God wants to hear everything from us, whether it's something good that's happened, or something we need him to heal within us or help us with something we are struggling to do. He is never too busy." He smiles. "Hosea constantly chased and went after Gomer because he loved her. He made vows to God to marry her and he grew to love her. God loved the children of Israel, and he loves us. He used Hosea as a demonstration of how he always pursues and goes after his church when each of us stray, and let me tell you something, ladies and gentlemen, when Gomer got herself into a mess for the last time, she was about to be sold, like cattle. And Hosea went looking for her thinking she was up to her typical no good. But he came up on the auction she was being sold at. Keep in mind this woman had put him through years of hurt, and pain. He was exhausted, he was angry, he was broken...but he saw his wife about to be sold to men who would most definitely put her through hell, and Hosea suddenly couldn't see his wife's wrong doings. He just saw the woman he loved, the mother of his children, scared and in trouble. And he threw his hand up, and placed a bid for thirty pieces of silver on this woman. Six months worth of wages on a woman that seemed to do everything in her power to not be faithful to him."

"I think fucking not." Nikki doesn't even try to be quiet, causing a few people in front of us to quickly glance back at us.

I elbow him, harder this time, and he's grabbing at my wrist, harshly, pulling me to my feet.

Anger and frustration goes through me when he leads me through the double doors of the very small lobby.

"You're being a jackass." I hiss out the second he's pushed me into the ladies' room that consists of one toilet and a small sink.

"You're being a brat. You should be happy I even came to this bullshit." He snaps.

"One time isn't gonna kill you, Nikki. I'm surprised you're actually able to walk into a church and not burst into flames."

"Okay, fuck you!" He raises his voice and my hand is popping him in the chest before I can stop myself, "Shh!" flying past my lips.

His teeth grind together, and my thighs tense.

His hand is grabbing a fist full of my red locks, yanking my head back as he looks me in the eyes.

It's a slap in the face to him, but I can't help but let out a mocking chuckle, smiling up at him.

I completely disregard the fact we're in church, and my hands slide under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, my nails scratching down his sides.

He's letting go of my hair, reaching between us, and unbuckling his belt and tugging it out of his belt loops.

I squeeze my thighs together as anticipation starts building within my core, creating a slip between my thighs.

He's grabbing my arm and spinning me around to face the wall, shoving me forward.

My hands brace on the chipped, faint yellow paint, and he's yanking my hips back and spreading my legs while yanking my dress up and my panties down to rest around my ankles.

He gives me a moment of mercy, his hand reaching around to rub my clit while his leather restrained prick grinds against my ass, causing me to let out a quiet moan to avoid being heard.

Just as I start moving with his fingers, he pulls away.

"Bad girls don't get rewarded." He tells me smartly in my ear before I'm feeling heat radiate through my body after the sharp sting of leather hits my skin.

I take in a breath, arching my back, biting back another moan.

By the time he's finished with lick number ten, my ass is bright red and aching, and there's a mess of wetness rolling down my legs and dripping on the floor.

I hear his belt hit the floor and he unties the laces of his pants, causing me to hum with excitement as he reaches for my hair again and turns me around to pull me to my knees.

I lick my lips as my mouth begins to water at the sight of engorged veins, aching for release as he strokes himself a couple of times, his precum beading out of his tip.

I open my mouth and stick my tongue out eagerly, looking up at him with begging, green eyes, wanting to taste him.

He looks down at me with a little grin, like he's proud he's been able to screw the submission into his innocent little "my body's a temple" Saint Vivian and corrupt her in every way that she would allow.

He gives me what I want, swiping the tip of himself across my tongue. I don't think he's expected me to wrap my tongue and lips around him just yet because when I do, he's gripping onto the side of the sink with white knuckles.

I hungrily swallow down the liquid leaking from him, thriving under his praise as he says:

"God, you're so fuckin' hot."

I press teasing kisses to his tip, down the underside of his shaft, and his balls, and he damn near collapses when I run my tongue over them before tracing my tongue back up him and taking him in my mouth.

He grabs at my hair, creating a punishing pace that's got tears running from the corners of my eyes with each thrust that has him brushing against the back of my throat.

When he finally lets me catch my breath, a line of my spit holds from my lips to his cock, so I catch it with my fingers and use it to keep jerking him off.

My pussy is beginning to throb, needing something, anything to relieve the pressure.

The fingers of my free hand fall to my clit, but it isn't quite enough.

I believe I take "bitch in heat" to a whole other level when I pull my dress up and strategically arch my back and rest my legs on either side of Nikki's right foot.

He looks at me, a little confused before I spread my thighs a little more, causing my clit to rest against the curve of Nikki's boot where his ankle meets his leg.

My eyes roll back as I begin to move back and forth, slowly against him, while still keeping my hand moving up and down on his dick.

I don't open my eyes until I feel him lift the toe of his shoe a little bit, angling the part I'm straddling to rest against my soaked sex perfectly.

My eyes stare up at him, the nails of my free hand bite into the back of his lower thigh as I use him for leverage while beginning to move feverishly against him.

He takes over on himself, allowing me to hold onto his leg with both hands as he watches me like I'm the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

Tears stream down my face as my orgasm builds, the only thing able to come out of my mouth is "Oh, fuck" and "Nikki" in the form of breathy whimpers.

When I come, my eyes screw shut, my body shutters and I completely soak Nikki's boot.

"Face, mouth, or tits?" Nikki asks me in regards to where I want his cum.

I swallow every last drop.

After making sure my crucifix wasn't crooked, my floral Sunday dress and matching heels were perfectly put back on and my hair looked like it had never been touched, Nikki and I pretended we hadn't had a little anniversary gathering in the bathroom and returned to service in time to hear that last tid bit.

In which Nikki was pissed about having to sit through, but I suppose he did anyway without any more complaints because he knew it was important to me.

"Hosea bought his wife back, like Christ bought all of us with his bloodshed on the cross. That being said, let's throw out the idea that God only chases after perfect Christians and everyone else is no good and going to hell anyway so it's the perfect Christians' job to tell everyone else they're going to burn forever." Harting states as Nikki and I slip back inside, and I scoff, thinking of my mother. "We are all sinners, people. I've known Christians that condemn just about everyone and then go home and do the equivelant of what they were condemning others for. You can't tell homosexuals they are going to hell and there is no hope for them, and then go out and have sex outside of marriage. Or say tattoos are a show of paganism and a sin and then go home and call up your friends to gossip about other people. You don't get to decide what is and isn't a sin to better suit your lifestyle. And just because someone isn't like you or doesn't think like you, does not mean they are any less worthy of God's love and a lot of Christians need to be careful who they damn to hell because God doesn't think like human's do. Our bodies, our flesh, and our mind's are imperfect and I'm affraid many of these holier-than-thou types are going to be shocked when they end up in a place they don't want to be when they die because they spent too much time alive being too hateful and worried about how other people are living, they never looked at themselves and worked on their own relationship with God and their salvation before minding other people's. Any born again Christian who truly has God in their hearts should never, ever, feel comfortable telling someone else they are going to hell. We can disagree with someone's choices and decisions or relationships and friendships or addictions and habits or view points and opinions, and love them. And respect them. And be kind to them. And treat them like human beings and if you're worried for someone's soul, pray for them as much as you want. We are here to love and uplift others. That is the way we as Christians are meant to be because that is the way God is with us. We do things all the time he doesn't like. But he loves us enough to continously chase after us and bring us back to him, and never give up on us. And that love is open to anyone willing to accept it."

He closes out his sermon and we sing one last hymn before closing out in prayer, and head back to the car.

"Well?" I ask him and he takes his sunglasses off and rubs his eyes.

"I don't know what was more adorable: seeing you all enthused over someone that doesn't exist, or seeing you have my dick in your throat during church." He pipes, laughing. "Oh, that would be cool game to play. I could be the Pervy Priest and you could be the Naughty Nun." He suggest, his hand squeezing at my thigh in a tickling motion and I squeal, fighting to get him to stop tickling me and he finally stops."It was a good message, though. He had a very nice way of saying, 'just mind your own fucking business, cunt face'."

"Shh, Nikki!" I cringe at him saying 'cunt' in the parkinglot of a church.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to swear in the Lord's driveway." He sarcastically apologizes and I shake my head a little and crank the car.

Later that night, Nikki heads to Robbin's place to score some smack and blow from his dealer, before we go out to dinner, and I'm stopping by to see Duff and the guys at their rehearsal.

The clicks of my heels sound against the bare concrete where stained up carpet as been ripped up.

I see two masses of teased, blonde hair in the corner by a drum kit, a fluff ball of black, curly hair laying in the floor wear sunglasses, and teased red hair.

"Duff." Izzy states, and I turn to see him on a holed up couch in the corner, cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Izzy." I acknowledge him.

"Viv." He replies in the same tone, not bothering to look up from his guitar.

"Yeah?" Duff asks, glancing over at him to see me. "Hey!" He immediately stops what he's doing to come over, the other three boys looking up at me as well. "What're you doing here?" He asks, hugging me, and I look up at him after seeing Steven coming over here.

"Nikki and I were about to go out for our anniversary and I decided to come by since I haven't talked to you in a couple weeks. But, um, I know you've been busy I just thought I would stop by." I explain, smiling when Steven's energetic vibe spills over to me when he squeezes me to him.

"Well, we were just taking a break if you wanna hangout for a little bit." Duff offers.

I glance at Axl over Duff's shoulder, seeing he's irritated, and I let out a breath.

My relationship with Axl was about how my relationship with Vince was.

We loved to hate each other.

But not because Axl was a pig like Vince was. But because he and I were the same exact person.

I don't know if it was the overzealous religious up bringing forced upon us, or our struggles with similar mental disorders, but we both had the same nearly uncontrollable temper.

We got along most of the time, our issue, though, was that we saw things differently, and would get into heated arguments.

The longer the band stayed together, the worse Axl got.

It became more and more about him, and not so much the band.

When Steven was fired for getting too deep into heroin (as if he was the only one in the band with addiction issues) Axl had the honor Robbin, Vince, and Doc, all had been given: my fist to his face.

He was trying his hardest not to punch me back as I yelled:

"I'm not in your fucking band, I'm not on your fucking payroll, so I have no problem telling you, you're a fucking piece of shit and you need a hell of a lot more help than what you're getting right now! You're acting like a trigger happy crazy person, you have got your band members paranoid about who's gonna go next and for the love of God, Axl, of all the ways you could have handled the man that has saved your wife's life not once, but twice, you fire him for doing something you idiots were glorifying three years ago?! Get your shit together, Rose, because you're getting fucking messy!"

I had quoted him, from when he said, "get your shit together, Sixx, because you're getting fucking messy" after Duff and I had nearly been caught by Nikki.

The entire time they were on tour with us, Axl was paranoid Nikki would find out Duff and I were friendly with each other, kick Guns off the tour, and blacklist them through the label...

He got even more uptight when Steven and Slash accidentally gave me weed brownies a few days into the tour, and I was stoned out of my mind for six hours straight, and Steven, Slash, Duff, and were chasing me around and trying to make sure I didn't make it obvious to anyone on Mötley's team or Nikki, Tommy, Vince and Mick, that the supporting band got Nikki's stone cold sober wife high as a kite. Izzy just found it amusing.

One thing about Axl, though. He taught Tansy how to stick up for herself, which gave her the courage to publicly out her abusers in her agency and industry. I guess that's why I didn't kill him despite the many times I heavily considered it.

"I would hang around, but, I've really gotta get going." I tell Duff. "But I'll call you tomorrow or Tuesday and we can figure out when a good time to hangout before I go to Japan, alright?"

"Okay." He nods.

"Okay, I gotta go, Steven." I squeeze him equally as tight as he is me, ruffling his hair a little.

"Boo! Buzzkill." He protests my leaving and I roll my eyes as he steps back to his drums.

"I'll talk to you later." I tell Duff, standing on my tip toes to kiss his cheek innocently.

"Yeah. Have fun tonight." He tells me. "And happy anniversary."

"Thank you, sweetie." I say as I wipe my lipstick from his cheek. "Love you, be good." I tell them before turning to go.

"Love you." Steven and Duff say back.

"Viv." Izzy tells me as I head for the door, as his way of saying 'bye'.

"Izzy." I reply, before stepping out.

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Thelemic Holy Day Meditation - March 31, 2020 æ.v.

March 31, 2020 æ.v.

Dies Jovis, Sol 11° Aries, Luna 7° Cancer

An Vvi æ.n.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

The Day of Kaph, the Day of Fortune

Hebrew Letter:

Kaph

Numerical Value as Letter:

Numerical Value as Word:

100/820 (Kaph+Peh)

Meaning:

Bent or Hollow Hand, Palm, Fist.

Thoth Card:

Fortune (Atu X)

Alternate Title:

The Wheel of Fortune, The Lord of the Forces of Life.

Image:

Correspondences:

Tree of Life Path Association:

Key 21 - Netzach to Chesed (from Sephira 7-4)

Astrological Sign:

Jupiter

Element:

Egyptian Godforms:

Amoun-Ra

Geomantic Figure:

Square and Rhombus

Gemstones:

Sapphire, Amethyst, Lapis Lazuli

Perfumes:

Ammoniacum, Golden Copal, Mace, Balm of Gilead, Saffron, Ash, all generous and expansive odors

Plants:

Hyssop, Oak, Poplar, Fig, Arnica, Cedar

Animals:

Hart, Eagle, Dolphin, Praying Mantis.

Colors:

King Scale – Violet Queen Scale – Blue Prince Scale – Rich Purple Princess Scale – Bright blue rayed yellow

The Secret Instruction of the Master:

Follow thy Fortune, careless where it lead thee! The axle moveth not: attain thou that!

Mnemonic:

Sped by its energies triune, the Wheel Of Fortune spins: its Axle's immobile.

Verse from Liber Arcanorum:

10. Now then the Father of all issued as a mighty wheel; the Sphinx, and the dog-headed god, and Typhon, were bound on his circumference.

Genius of the Home of Mercury:

Kerugnaviel

Genius of the Prison of the Qliphoth:

Kurgnasiax

Recommended Text for Meditation:

L Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli, Cap. 3

Liber Liberi vel Lapdis Lazuli Adumbratio Kabbalae Aegyptiorum Sub Figura VII

Being the Voluntary Emancipation of a certain Exempt Adept from his Adeptship. These are the Birth-Words of a Master of the Temple. A.˙.A.˙. Publication in Class A. Imprimatur: N. Fra A.˙. A.˙.

III

1. I was the priest of Ammon-Ra in the temple of Ammon-Ra at Thebai.

2. But Bacchus came singing with his troops of vine-clad girls, of girls in dark mantles; and Bacchus in the midst like a fawn!

3. God! how I ran out in my rage and scattered the chorus!

4. But in my temple stood Bacchus as the priest of Ammon-Ra.

5. Therefore I went wildly with the girls into Abyssinia; and there we abode and rejoiced.

6. Exceedingly; yea, in good sooth!

7. I will eat the ripe and the unripe fruit for the glory of Bacchus.

8. Terraces of ilex, and tiers of onyx and opal and sardonyx leading up to the cool green porch of malachite.

9. Within is a crystal shell, shaped like an oyster - O glory of Priapus! O beatitude of the Great Goddess!

10. Therein is a pearl.

11. O Pearl! thou hast come from the majesty of dread Ammon-Ra.

12. Then I the priest beheld a steady glitter in the heart of the pearl.

13. So bright we could not look! But behold! a blood-red rose upon a rood of glowing gold!

14. So I adored the God. Bacchus! thou art the lover of my God!

15. I who was priest of Ammon-Ra, who saw the Nile flow by for many moons, for many, many moons, am the young fawn of the grey land.

16. I will set up my dance in your conventicles, and my secret loves shall be sweet among you.

17. Thou shalt have a lover among the lords of the grey land.

18. This shall he bring unto thee, without which all is in vain; a man's life spilt for thy love upon My Altars.

19. Amen.

20. Let it be soon, O God, my God! I ache for Thee, I wander very lonely among the mad folk, in the grey land of desolation.

21. Thou shalt set up the abominable lonely Thing of wickedness. Oh joy! to lay that corner-stone!

22. It shall stand erect upon the high mountain; only my God shall commune with it.

23. I will build it of a single ruby; it shall be seen from afar off.

24. Come! let us irritate the vessels of the earth: they shall distil strange wine.

25. It grows under my hand: it shall cover the whole heaven.

26. Thou art behind me: I scream with a mad joy.

27. Then said Ithuriel the strong; let Us also worship this invisible marvel!

28. So did they, and the archangels swept over the heaven.

29. Strange and mystic, like a yellow priest invoking mighty flights of great grey birds from the North, so do I stand and invoke Thee!

30. Let them obscure not the sun with their wings and their clamour!

31. Take away form and its following!

32. I am still.

33. Thou art like an osprey among the rice, I am the great red pelican in the sunset waters.

34. I am like a black eunuch; and Thou art the scimitar. I smite off the head of the light one, the breaker of bread and salt.

35. Yea! I smite - and the blood makes as it were a sunset on the lapis lazuli of the King's Bedchamber.

36. I smite! The whole world is broken up into a mighty wind, and a voice cries aloud in a tongue that men cannot speak.

37. I know that awful sound of primal joy; let us follow on the wings of the gale even unto the holy house of Hathor; let us offer the five jewels of the cow upon her altar!

38. Again the inhuman voice!

39. I rear my Titan bulk into the teeth of the gale, and I smite and prevail, and swing me out over the sea.

40. There is a strange pale God, a god of pain and deadly wickedness.

41. My own soul bites into itself, like a scorpion ringed with fire.

42. That pallid God with face averted, that God of subtlety and laughter, that young Doric God, him will I serve.

43. For the end thereof is torment unspeakable.

44. Better the loneliness of the great grey sea!

45. But ill befall the folk of the grey land, my God!

46. Let me smother them with my roses!

47. Oh Thou delicious God, smile sinister!

48. I pluck Thee, O my God, like a purple plum upon a sunny tree. How Thou dost melt in my mouth, Thou consecrated sugar of the Stars!

49. The world is all grey before mine eyes; it is like an old worn wine-skin.

50. All the wine of it is on these lips.

51. Thou hast begotten me upon a marble Statue, O my God!

52. The body is icy cold with the coldness of a million moons; it is harder than the adamant of eternity. How shall I come forth into the light?

53. Thou art He, O God! O my darling! my child! my plaything! Thou art like a cluster of maidens, like a multitude of swans upon the lake.

54. I feel the essence of softness.

55. I am hard and strong and male; but come Thou! I shall be soft and weak and feminine.

56. Thou shalt crush me in the wine-press of Thy love. My blood shall stain Thy fiery feet with litanies of Love in Anguish.

57. There shall be a new flower in the fields, a new vintage in the vineyards.

58. The bees shall gather a new honey; the poets shall sing a new song.

59. I shall gain the Pain of the Goat for my prize; and the God that sitteth upon the shoulders of Time shall drowse.

60. Then shall all this which is written be accomplished: yea, it shall be accomplished.

Love is the law, love under will.

#thelema #magick #occult #tarot

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Time for today’s Rock Report, brought to you by Meriwether’s bistro! swing by for, breakfast, brunch lunch or dinner at Meriwether’s Bistro inside Hells Canyon Grand Hotel in Lewiston. Are you newly engaged? Give Sarah a call at Hells Canyon Grand Hotel! Sarah and her team can take the stress out of wedding planning. Call 2 0 8 7 4 8 1 0 5 7 to set up a meeting

The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Foundation has announced its inductees for the Class of 2022.

Pat Benatar & Neil Giraldo, Duran Duran, Eminem, Eurythmics, Dolly Parton, Lionel Richie and Carly Simon were selected in the Performer Category. Harry Belafonte and Elizabeth Cotten will be given the Early Influence Award. Judas Priest and Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis win the Musical Excellence Award. The Ahmet Ertegun Award goes to Allen Grubman, Jimmy Iovine and Sylvia Robinson. "This diverse group of inductees each had a profound impact on the sound of youth culture and helped change the course of rock & roll," said John Sykes, Chairman of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. "Their music moved generations and influenced so many artists that followed."

(Dolly Parton??????? DOLLY PARTON?????? Wtf!?!?!!?)

Guns N' Roses frontman Axl Rose joined Carrie Underwood onstage at the Stagecoach Festival at the Empire Polo Club in Indio, California, on Saturday (April 30) and performed a couple of GNR songs.

After singing the first verse of "Sweet Child O' Mine," Underwood said, "Welcome to the best night of my life! Give it up for Axl Rose!" Rose, clad in a black vest and t-shirt, handled most of the rest of the song. The two singers sang the "Where do we go now?" section together. Underwood's band then played the opening chords of "Paradise City," upon which Underwood asked the crowd, "You thought we were finished?" and went on to trade vocals with Rose on the song.

David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust is set to be re-released in celebration of the album's 50th anniversary.>>>>>>

Bowie's estate announced the issue of two 50th anniversary vinyl versions of the album via Parlophone on 17th June 2022. The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars will be issued as a limited edition 50th anniversary half speed mastered LP and a picture disc, featuring the same master and a replica promotional poster for the album. According to the press release, "This new pressing…was cut on a customised late Neumann VMS80 lathe with fully recapped electronics from 192kHz restored masters of the original Trident Studios master tapes, with no additional processing on transfer. The half speed was cut by John Webber at AIR Studios."

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One of my favorite bands of all time is Weezer. I've loved them since I was in high school, and I still love them now. After all these decades of listening to, and watching videos of, Rivers Cuomo, I still can't tell you what he looks like, or pick him out of a crowd. But frankly, I think that's part of his charm. Plus, his voice is so smooth and beautiful, I'd pay $12.99 to listen to him read Apple's TOS out loud.

Weezer has lots of songs that a lot of people love, but my personal favorite Weezer song is one that most people have never paid attention to, or even heard. It's from the soundtrack to the movie Mallrats from 1995 (remember Jay & Silent Bob? Me too. Now go get your grey roots colored, Methuselah), called Susanne.

If you've ever heard the song, you understand how it's comfortably in The 5-Star Club. True to Weezer's style, it's got a very 1950's doo-wop flavor going on. Also, the lyrics are cute and clever, the music is impeccable, and if I could wear Rivers' Cuomo's voice, I'd want to be wrapped and buried in it when I die so I can luxuriate for eternity. Frankly, the relationship he sings about makes me want to puke into some tinfoil, eat it, and then puke again, but that's another blog post for another day. Susanne, the song itself, is *chef's kiss*. Here are the lyrics:

Chorus:

Susanne, you're all that I wanted of a girl

You're all that I need in the world

I'm your child, make me blush, drive me wild,

Susanne, you're all that I wanted...

Verse 1:

When I met you I was all alone

Cold and hungry, cryin' on the phone

Ya baked me brownies

And said 'Don't you cry',

And gave me the coat off your back.

Chorus

Verse 2:

Even Kurt Cobain, and Axl Rose

When I call you put em all on hold

And say to me that you'd do anything

And all I can do is say

That I haven't much I can give you in return

Only my heart, and I promise not to turn

I'll sing to you, every day and every night

Susanne, I'm your man!

Chorus

Me and the rest of the old school crew reading this (you thought I was exaggerating about that tinfoil, huh? Nope) may recall that back in the Gay Nineties, the lyric in the second verse "Even Kurt Cobain and Axl Rose..." was different. On the album, as you can see from the link below, and on the audio tracks I still have from back then, he says "Even Izzy, Slash, and Axl Rose...".

The reason for that, is that back in 1994 when the song was written and recorded, Kurt Cobain was alive. By the time it was released on the movie soundtrack, he was not. (Kurt Cobain, the front man for iconic rock group Nirvana, tragically committed suicide by shotgun in early April of that year.) Weezer changed the lyric out of respect. Around 2010 or so, we (the entire rock and roll community) all got together and collectively chose to change it back. Again, out of respect. <3

So be sure to sing "Kurt Cobain" whenever you hear the song.

#weezer #susanne #mallrats #Youtube

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August 9, 2018: 1:03 pm:<br><br>Observations at the Wal-Mart:<br><br>I go to ... StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-09T16:58:26-0400 - Updated: 2018-08-09T20:18:02-0400

August 9, 2018: 1:03 pm: Observations at the Wal-Mart: I go to the Wal-Mart, or to the Fred Meyer's grocery store in Grants Pass Oregon to shop for food every ten days or so. The shopping for groceries experience is a life-or-death activity for Americans. Sometimes, the shopping experience includes that I will be confronted by some famous person at the store, and when that happens, things become very real... I have been confronted by Ted Nugent, Robert Duval... ========================= Incoming call from American Medical Response assassin cart drivers just now. Thursday: 1:10 pm. The AMR cart Driver service is sponsored by the Oregon State Government assassination squad in Salem Oregon from the offices of Kate Brown, Governor. ========================= ... Sarah Palin; Kid Rock; members of the cast of Cheers; members of the cast of The Office; Shelley Long; George Wendt; Barack Obama (during his tenure); Dick Cheney; Ann and Nancy Wilson more than once; Sarah Huckabee; Ted Danson; Jay Leno; David Letterman' Slash; Axle Rose; and a variety show of others. I have been doing this for a long time and the shenanigans just don't seem to surprise me anymore. When the famous people show up, it means there is a snuff movie being made and I am the star of the show. When that happens, those are famous snuff movie makers, and have a very large, crafty, and secretively stealth entourage of support people, film and sound engineers, make-up crew and private security detail. Some of the famous snuff movie SAG members have deemed these events as "Celebrity Death Match" and are exactly that... and are filmed. If the truth ever is found, there will be a large collection of snuff movies that shoe a fight with various weapons between myself, and some famous asshole who has a team of assassins to help kill me, except that in these snuff movies, it will be shown that a lot of famous people are dead and were killed on film in a "Celebrity Death Match" that backfired. Today, right now, there are at least one hundred very famous SAG members who are indeed deceased, yet somehow, continue to live, and entertain. Tom Petty was one such person associated with Celebrity Death Match Snuff Movie making service. Mr. Petty died recently, last year, for the second time. If Tome Petty were to be famous for his most outstanding achievement, it would have to be that he is a man who managed to die twice. Two times. Duplicate Death Service. He died once in about 2010, and he died again in 2017. It must be a miracle. With that said, today, there are a number of famous people who are dead, yet still entertain, and for all intents and purposes are alive and well. In other words, there ar a lot of impostors in the SAG who will also die again someday. Ok, well I did not intend to write about all of that, but there you go. Do what ever you like with the information. I wanted to write about observances at the Wal-Mart. At Wal-Mart, there is a men's clothing department. In the clothing department there are pants for sale. There are a lot of pants at the Wal-Mart, all hanging neatly on the racks for dispaly... dys-play... The pants on the racks are size 40 waist and above. There are a few pairs of pants that are 38 waist. And a couple, two, three, 36 waist size. In a sea of pants, hundreds of pairs of pants, there are no size 31, 32, 33, 34, waist size pants. None. Zero pants in the men's clothing department that will fit any normal sized man. It has been that way for many years. They have excuses when questioned about it. The excuse is that all of the pants in normal size have sold out, and these are what is left, that I should come back and try looking again later after a new shipment arrives. =================================================== Pissed-off rant complete with cuss words and throwing of objects. =================================================== All they have available at the Wal-Mart is World-Wide-Pants. Hello? Anyone? Doughnuts and coffee? Popcorn and Jujubees? How about a Tonight Show Coffee Cup with Jay Leno's Autograph on it? How about David Letterman's Autograph? What if they just signed it instead? Would you do some ant-terrorist work then? Dickhead, yeast infected Virginia! Agent Smart... agent 86. Agent 99. Chaos. Now is a real good time to do some anti-terrorist work. The very best and most helpful way that agents from Langley could help, is to step the fuck out of the way, have fucking doughnut so you can fit into the available pants at the Wal-mart, and let the US Military do what they do... Let them bomb the living daylight out of Hollywood so we can put this mess back together. ============================================== I look at pants almost every time I go to Dystopian Wal-Mart. There are never any normal size pants. I know why there are no normal sized pants at the Wal-Mart now. It's because that in Socio-terrific Dystopia, here in Oregon, no one needs to purchase pants. The terrorists get what they need given to them. The clothes are handed out as needed by the soldiers. The normal size pants are taken to the church, most likely the one on 9th street in Grants Pass, and distributed to soldiers there. No one needs to purchase food either, instead, soldier Seventh Day Adventist Screen Actor Guild Vatican terrorists have private buffet, they can go there and eat whatever they want twice per day. But no buys food at the store. Anyone attempting to purchase food, clothing or anything at all at the Wal-Mart will be marked as an outsider and singled out for extermination services, like I have been. In the women's clothing department. There are isles and isles of shelves and racks stacked way up high... of braziers. There must be 10,000 Braziers available at the Wal-Mart in every shape, size, configuration and color option imaginable. There are so many braziers, because all of the American Women have been exterminated. Dead women don't use braziers. and that is why they have so many. They have to keep the inventory at the store a certain way so that it does not raise concerns with corporate offices, so, they still have to order more braziers, even though there are no breasts for the braziers to support. The terrorists have killed all of the American women, and no one cares. No one ever answers the cries for help... no one cares. If anti-terrorist agents would go there, to the brazier department and pick up a few bra's, then, they could take those bra's to their favorite movie actress or rock star, or public official and get a FUCKING AUTOGRAPH put on the braziers they take. Then, at least, there would be some real FUCKING BOOBS to look at when the top blows off of the Pent-A-gone. You asshole! It's a partridge in a pair tree. You Asshole Ant-terrorist agents killed all the women because you did not know how to do your fucking job! Yeah... I am pissed off! Everyone knows what the fuck is happening except the people who are supposed to know. EVERYONE! Even the women who are forced into doing pornography have been trying to send you assholes a fucking clue, they gave you a web site called BRAZZERS... you idiots! It's a CRY FOR HELP! And, it means go to the store, it does not matter what store, just go, have look around, see anything you like? here... see these? These are my boobs... now go to the store, look around, can you help? Don't you notice something hanging right in your face you idiot? Look at the girl in the next Chatterbate booth you fucking pedophile anti-terrorist agent... she has boobs too... now go to the store, have a look around, but FOR GODS SAKE DON"T TELL ANyONE THAT I TOLD YOU TO LOOK AT BRAZIERS! because they will kill us, all of us, even the ones that did not say anything, we will all be killed if you say we sent you to the store to look at the inventory of bra's. They will just get new women to do the porn. Most of the women and girls that are doing the pornography are hero's. They are forced to it in ways the anti=terrorist agents don't understand. You cannot purchase food. One more time, Americans cannot purchase food at the grocery store. That means, that when someone, such as a young girl, young American girl, like your daughter for instance, when she tries to buy food, she is subject to a facefull of Nitrous oxide mixed with Versed airborne gas and is carried away, never to be seen or heard from again. Except on the Porn channels. There, these girls do whatever they are able to do in hopes of being rescued. They have no choices because they cannot purchase food in a society that requires money earned from income of a job that can be used to trade in exchange for food at the grocery store. Think about it. Society; money; purchase; necessities, choices; no choices; captivity; porn; please help. Look at these? Please? Look? I can give you the name of one super hero in porn that you will not understand because you are an idiot anti-terrorist agent chasing dark skinned people with black beards. Her name is Roxy Raye. If you watch Roxy Raye, then you know exactly how the terrorists are doing what they do. If you do not protect her, she will disappear as a result of this explanation. I hope you will choose to protect miss Raye. She knows more about terrorism than any one in the entire state of Virginia. ============================================ World Wide Pants: Founder: David Letterman Founded: 1991 Headquarters: New York City, NY Number of employees: 70 (2007) Type of business: Production company ============================================

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August 9. 2018: 2:46 ppm: The entry above explains a whole bunch of things, it does not explain things very well, but I have no training in this, so, blow me. Here is what I think is going to happen as a result of what I wrote above. First, Miss Raye will be in danger, and possibley will never be seen or heard from again. Then, Donald J. Trump will meet with his advisers, and on the recommendation of John Bolton, the USA will bomb Syria. Again. That is how it works in the White House, Toon-Town Terror patrol. When someone explains that in Seventh Day Adventist secret code language, the word "Lettuce" means "Labia", which is part of a Vagina, then, after the explanatory jargon is digested, the agents who attempted to decipher the code come to the conclusion that there are seven days left to act in order to protect the Syrian people from a gas attack from Lybia. Muammar Gaddafi and his deceased one year old son will suddenly be reincarnated and deemed a threat to the existence of human life on Earth and Arnold Schwarzenegger will be consulted for further intel. After that, the USA bombs Syria. It;s embarrassing though, because they came to the conclusion that it was Lybia that was supposed to have been bombed, and it was all because there was some idiot who could not figure out that a camel-toe has nothing to do with the humps of a desert dwelling beast. Syria will be bombed within twenty four hours of this post, and miss Raye will vanish. The people from Virginia should save Miss Raye, Syria is already fucked.

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-09T19:33:08-0400 - Updated: 2018-08-10T00:28:18-0400

August 9. 2018: 3:45 pm: As follows: Easement Brigade: Easement Brigade is a Sub-Flocking-Terrorist-Cancer-Cell. A specialized group of terrorist soldiers who use Easements on the property of selected target victims. The "Easement-Brigade" is a term I made up in order to think about what they do, a tool, the term is not likely to have been heard, and is my own invention, coined so that I can make notable reference for careful thought. If the term Easement Brigade is heard by anyone else but me, it means that said information was HACKED FROM MY EMAIL AT YAHOO. The Easement Brigade is a group that is associated with the following other groups, and the members of the sub-group belong to these other groups as a home base sort of group... OK? Grocery Outlet Pacific Power and Light Grants Pass Community Church Grants Pass Rural-Metro Fire Service Taylor's Sausage Federal Department of Fish and Game Oregon State Department of Wildlife: Medford Federal Department of Environmental Quality (DEQ): Medford Federal Bureau of Land Management (BLM): Medford Others....Members of.these organizations compose the Easement Brigade when in Easement Brigade Modality. (the list above is not a joke or an exaggeration. It brings me great sorrow and grief to know that this information is discounted by anti-terrorist agencies. This information is very difficult to obtain, and dangerous to report here. Great sorrow, but not as much grief and sorrow as the victims who have been violently killed by these people, These people do extremely violent and cruel killing activities. Not like the Seventh Day Adventists who just use a Sword.) The Easement Brigade is headed by Francis Taylor of 600 "MyStreet". Ms. Taylor works closely with her husband Richard Taylor. Together they form the heart of the group. Easement Brigade encroachments are bold. Any targeted Victim who has a power line easement, property line easement, wildlife creek easement, or any other kind of measurable, and enforceable area that is used to provide emergency or other warranted access to a property is fair game for Easement Brigade encroachment. The Easement Brigade encroaches on a property and waits until the victim sees them there. Then, they insist that they have a right to be there, they sometimes bring fishing poles and will pretend to be fishing in the creek of an intended victim. Francis and Richard Taylor have a double barrel side-by-side breach barrel shotgun that they use to kill people who ask them to stop fishing in the creek areas around their homes. Not many terrorists use firearms so outwardly and visable, the Taylor's are an exception to the rules. Easement Brigade was here, doing encroachment terrorist activities as follows: Terrorist assassin at 520 "MyStreet" in the woods in the Creek Easement was launched into orbit, and presumably part of a Ford Ranger pick-up truck assassin tank commander parked on the road by the mailboxes. Tank commander assassins are recognizable by the gigantic head phones they wear for listening to com, and has a around the face microphone built in like a headset for a tank commander. It is a terrorist uniform designed to discredit anyone who reports that someone who looks like a tank commander is stalking them. It's effective. Also, Richard Taylor's Large Blue Four Door Sedan drove past my driveway to get visual information as to my position in my yard post encroachment terrorist launching from the Creek Easement. Richard Taylor, I thought, was dead. So who is driving the Blue Sedan is not known. Mr, Taylor is known as "The Garden Gnome" when I need to make reference to him because of his insistence on just sitting somewhere in my yard and claiming he has a right to be there because of the easement That is all I have on today's encroachment by Easement Brigade. Francis and Richard Taylor of 600 "MyStreet" also belong to another more specialized group of assassins that do "Whale Hunting" Service. I don't have a name for them except perhaps Moby-Dick. This will not be believable, so I am going to write about briefly. The Taylors have a Ford Econoline Old Van. The van has a metal screened cage inside that separates the cargo area from the cab area. The van has no door knobs in the cargo area, and if someone is in the cargo area of the Taylor's van, they cannot get out of it. The van has anchoring devices built onto the framework of the undercarriage. The anchoring devices lock into the ground at predetermined places where the anchoring devices have been prepaired for fit. There is one anchoring device at each corner of the old Econoline van. There is a large harpoon that can be secured inside the van. The van with harpoon projectile is set up at whale hunting locations, pre set for anchoring. Whales are American Citizens driving past the Taylor's pre-set whale hunting locations such as the one at the bottom of the Interstate 5 Freeway exit number 55 Southbound on the left hand side at the stop sign there. The harpoon is large and there is a basket that contains the coiled cable that is attached to the harpoon projectile. . The van is anchored in place. The targeted victim drives past. The harpoon is sent downrange. The harpoon hits the door of the car of the victim and impales the victim through the door. The coiled cable reaches maximum length, the van anchors keep the van in place. The victim is violently pulled through the door of the automobile they are driving. The door comes off the car sometimes. The harpoon is barbed. Other people nearby crash. It turns into the "Making of Ben Hur" because it is all filmed for entertainment by those in Government, Screen Actor Guild Members, and rock stars. Terrorists profit. Americans are killed violently. Hollywood entertainers are entertained. Government officials are satisfied. And French American Republic Territory is advanced for followers of Mitt Romney and Justin Trudeau. This is real terrorism, not the kind that is presented on television. If you want television terrorism, turn the television on to your favorite News agency and watch the "Daily Catastrophe'. It was put there for you so you won't have to worry about the real terrorism that I report here on this page. Did the USA bomb Syria Yet today? I haven't watched any network news today on YouTube so I don't know.

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August 9, 2018: 5:35 pm:

This is the head yeast infection. Secretary Kirstjen M. Nielsen (Official Photo) Department of Homeland Security This White Skinned Seventh Day Adventist Screen Actor Guild Vatican Terrorist Soldier Commander Blonde BOMBSHELL with Good Hair and Nice Looking Fingernails is responsible for carrying out orders from Terrorist Commander Screen Actor Guild Vatican Leader Donald J. Trump for Bomb Syria Cover Service Operations and is Also in Charge of Extermination of American Women at the Wal-Mart Service Providers. This Woman has a tank filled with Nitrous Oxide mixed with Versed Airborne Poison Gas Up Her Ass at all Times. This is a very dangerous person. Fight terrorism with a Bic Lighter and Watch as she Bursts into Bits, or is Launched into Orbit. There are more like her. Use Caution.

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-09T21:54:32-0400

Once again, this is the head Pedavore: . Betsey DaVose: US Secretary of Education Chief. I have no words for this Except that she is another Vatican operative in the White House and carries a tank of Nitrous Oxide mixed with Versed Airborne Poison Gas up her Ass at all times. Fight terrorism with a Bic Lighter and watch as she Bursts into Bits, or is Launched into Orbit.

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-09T23:55:16-0400

August 9, 2018: 8:37 pm: The articles below are an excerpt from today's email correspondence to me from the White House Press Department regarding prison reform in the USA. ====================================================== The startling facts about America’s prison system Following successful bipartisan passage of the FIRST STEP Act in the House of Representatives, President Trump is hosting a roundtable with a number of America’s governors today to discuss implementing prison reform in their states. President Trump supports efforts to reduce recidivism—the return of former inmates to prison—as a way to make America’s streets safer. The Administration has worked closely with Congress to find a solution that reduces crime, enhances public safety, and increases opportunity for those who have earned a second chance. “The facts about America’s prison system are startling,” Senior Advisor Jared Kushner wrote in The Wall Street Journal in April. “The U.S. has 4% of the world’s population, but roughly 25% of the world’s prisoners. . . . Of the 650,000 people who leave prison every year, two-thirds will commit a new crime within three years.” The bottom line, says Kushner: “President Trump promised to fight for the forgotten men and women of this country—and that includes those in prison.” ==================================================== This news about prison systems in the USA from the White House suggests to me that the prison industry is exactly that. Reading between the lines tells me that there is a lot of money to be made by contracting with the federal government to hold people in a prison. With such an idea being true, and the prison system being an industry that profits, then, there is no incentive in the courtrooms to provide a fair trial for those people who have been arrested for crimes. I know that the State Police are impostors, I also know that the Courthouse where I live is filled with impostors and crooks who should be in prison themselves. What we have here is a situation whereby the criminals have hijacked the legal system and they have found a way to profit through imprisonment of innocent people. Not only that, but with a profit in mind per inmate, then, how is anyone who is inside a prison ever going to be treated fairly upon revue and consideration for release? This is another way the terrorists are winning. Innocent people being sent to prison so that Donald j. Trump and his Vatican friends can make a profit through imprisoning innocent people. How do we know that when the bill for the imprisonment services is rendered, that the individual subjects of the paying system are accounted for and are in good health? The only view we have into a prison, is the view granted from the Screen Actor Guild Media. So, it has to be Fake.StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-10T01:49:23-0400 - Updated: 2018-08-10T04:48:07-0400August 9, 2018: 10:45 pm: I am getting vibes from the sources that there is a boat of interest somewhere. An important boat or the vibes would not be there. There could be some kind of plan to steal, or damage a Navy ship, like when the McCain and the Fitzgerald were attacked with cargo ships that were loaded with Nitrous Oxide and the boats collided. maybe like that. The vibes are subtle, and secretive, and complicated, Not too complicated to say that the vibes are there. The vibes point to a space sort of idea. If I had to guess to protect something and was not even sure about what I was protecting, I would watch the USS Columbia: Los Angeles CA: SSN=771, just a little closer than usual. The inclination I am having about this boat interest includes that there are three of something. Three knobs. Three items. Three. Also, French style mustache, thin, separated, two sides of the same thing. Possibly if the boat inclination is correct, then perhaps there are three impostors on-board the boat. That is all I have on that.

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If you have ever been to Ludwig The Mad’s opulent Linderhof or romantic Neuschwanstein, you may find yourself feeling like an intruder. The nineteenth-century King of Bavaria would retire to these estates specifically to be a recluse. He would go so far as to have the servants transfer his food and laundry by dolly between floors so that he could go whole weeks without interacting with another human. Yet now, they are very popular destinations in the Bavarian countryside hosting thousands of tourists every year, which all seems to fly in the face of their original intention of being solitary hideaways. When I re-listened to Guns ‘N’ Roses’ Chinese Democracy, those similar feelings of intruding on someone’s safe place returned.

Chinese Democracy was created for an audience of one with that audience being its creator, Axl Rose. It is a 71-minute, 14 track album dedicated to the relentless pursuit of perfection of pomp rock. Its goal is not originality, but optimization of the genre. King Ludwig II greatly admired the absolutist kings of a century and half before him specifically the greatest of them all, King Louis XIV. Linderhof is Ludwig II’s attempt to replicate the incomparable Chateau of Versailles. Just as Ludwig II worshipped at the altar of Louis XIV, Axl Rose’s greatest influences were the Sun Kings of 1970s rock, including but not limited to Queen, Led Zeppelin and Elton John. Axl was not seeking to rewrite the rules of rock, but rather refine and revise the majesty of rock[1].

Chinese Democracy is the very definition of self-indulgent, but it is not self-centered. The big secret of Chinese Democracy is that is a guitar album. The blistering guitar solos are only one part of the delicious guitar orgy on this album. Each song contains an innumerable amount of guitar tracks that build a furious wall of sound that completely engulf the listener. “There Was A Time”, a perfected version of the epic ballads on Use Your Illusion, is breath-taking and expansive as it swirls to a stunning crescendo of explosive guitar tracks, orchestra and Axl’s signature screech. This is just one of many examples where Axl Rose was not shy of sharing center stage with the lead guitar. Often in rock music, there is a give and take. The singer and guitarist take turns within a song. On Chinese Democracy, Axl Rose arranges track after track, such as “Catcher In The Rye” his ode to gargantuan mid-1970s glam rock, where he sings through shredding leads and it gives the album the desired immense scale through the tension between singer and guitarist.

Chinese Democracy is a minimalist’s nightmare. On the scorching title track, the best hard rocking number, Axl double tracks his vocals in the most Axl way possible. He has himself sing the verses in both his low and high register at the same time. It does beg the question, “Could he not decide and then realize he did not have to OR was he like too much Axl is never a bad thing?”. The title track is just a great example of sheer production scale the listener can anticipate throughout the rest of the album. From 1:33-1:35, Axl tells Bumblefoot, give me a guitar lead lick for three seconds. You are like where did that come from? By the second verse, I counted three different guitar tracks, but might have missed a couple. There is a guitar lead that begins in the second chorus that effortlessly bridges into the main solo. Through all the chaos is a song that just roars as well as it swings. There in lies the how this enormous album is not crushed by its own weight.

Axl never forgets to write a hook during each song. In “Catcher In The Rye”, it is the Elton John-esque “La la la” refrain over a piano with the Brian May-esque guitar work[2]. In “Shackler’s Revenge” an industrial-flavored cacophony, it is the excellent bridge to the chorus that catches your ear. In “Sorry”, Axl’s thunderous re-imagination of Led Zeppelin, it is the powerful chorus where his vocal mastery is on full display behind an impressive wall of sound. My favorite Axl lyric comes on one of the rare hard rocking numbers “Riad ‘N The Bedouins”,

“Riad and the Bedouins had a plan and thought they would win, but I don’t give a fuck about them. I. AM. CRAZY.”[3]

For the most part, the swing and groove of classic Guns ‘N’ Roses is abandoned in favor of bombastic, lush compositions that focus on vocal hooks, shredding, screeching and raging climaxes. Where the album does fail is in its lack of diversity.

Axl does have a diverse taste in rock music. I attended one of the Chinese Democracy support tours in late 2011 or early 2012 at the Palace of Auburn Hills. I remember was incredibly sick and came armed with a bag of cough drops and tissues. I was so pissed when Axl did his “show up late” gimmick when I had a 9am presentation the next day for a graduate school class. My memory is that it was a crazy mash up of diverse genres. There were classic GNR sleaze rockers, epic piano ballads, 2-minute punk songs, and Elton John and AC/DC covers. The audience was on the hook for it all. Chinese Democracy absconds from his love of punk and sleaze instead favoring being great. The album is exhausting for the listener because about half of the album is devoted to creating the perfect rock magnus opus.

It is very clear in Axl’s mind that there is really only one way to achieve this goal. Such that even though, “Catcher In The Rye” and “Sorry” sound like very different songs they are trying to achieve the same goal and that is greatness. Music can inspire a lot of reactions from a listener, dancing, singing, emotion, headbanging, and thought. There is a specific type of rock music that exists just to be “great”. Besides the occasional hard rocker, Chinese Democracy is mostly devoted to this abstract concept of “greatness”. Axl interprets greatness to be a complex arrangement of his voice and guitar that begin separate but then amalgamate over the course of the song into a raging climax of sound that overwhelms the listener into awe. So, while “Catcher In The Rye” and “Sorry” are very distinct songs they both crescendo in a similar manner with the intention of creating the greatest rock song.

The relatively underproduced “This I Love” was the track that stood out to me in 2008 when I first listened to this album and it remains the track that I believe is the crown jewel of the collection. The soulful, tender Axl vocal performance over the piano then eventually a string orchestra expressing his anguish over lost love is sublime. The way the lead guitar is introduced is exquisite. The first note of the guitar solo is so pure. The solo ultimately winds its way into the most impressive solo of not just album, but one of the most impressive solos in rock history. Then the return to Axl over the piano to end the song is just perfect.

Chinese Democracy is both exhausting and tireless simultaneously because of the heavy production and song arrangement. The combined force of production and arrangement pummels the listener into submission over the course of an hour. However, the guitar sounds throughout the album are sublime and so many are concealed that it takes repeated listened to truly appreciate all the tracks within a song. Axl’s voice remains one of the most expressive and addictive in rock music. Chinese Democracy stands as a triumphant anachronism of pomp rock. So, if Linderhof is Ludwig II’s recreation of Versailles, Chinese Democracy is the reimagining of Night at the Opera and Physical Graffiti. Just as Linderhof deserves a visit for its extravagance, so too does Chinese Democracy for all its pomp & circumstance.

[1]Yes, that was an intentional Spinal Tap reference. Surprisingly for all its pursuit of grandeur, I never found Chinese Democracy to succumb to the pitfalls of self-parody.

[2]Brian May originally recorded a guitar track for this specific song. It is not surprising as the song feels like the baby of Elton John and Queen.

[3]Lyrically, this album is the ravings of a lunatic. It does not detract from the fact that Axl sounds amazing as ever on this album.

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Article By: Pat ‘Riot’ Whitaker, Senior Writer/Journalist ‡ Edited By: Leanne Ridgeway, Owner/Chief Editor

It is March 25th, 1988 and Night Flight, a late night visual arts and variety show on television’s USA Network each weekend, is about to show viewers something entirely different… and they shall never be the same.

It is, of course, the age of the music video and this program is on the verge of airing one titled “Prime Mover” from the British sleaze rock act, ZODIAC MINDWARP AND THE LOVE REACTION. The number is musically inspired by the U.K. space rock collective Hawkwind’s 1977 track “Quark, Strangeness And Charm“, its video directed by Adrian “Ade” Edmondson of “The Young Ones” fame. Ultimately, neither one of these facts will mean much of anything when people get an eyeful of this leather-clad band, and then hear their music. Yes, it is the latter that they’re going to find most impressive, hopefully… or altogether hate.

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Mark Manning is a graphic artist at the time, and former art editor at the then-defunct Flexipop! Magazine that had folded in 1982. It was while working there that Manning was introduced to a frequently visiting flow of rock stars and their hedonistically decadent lifestyles… and he wants in. It would be a few years still, but soon enough, Manning is working as a graphic designer at another publication, Metal Fury, when he begins to undergo a transformation.

The change is taking place during his hours off from work, Manning experiencing an evolutionary-like leap (or in some’s eyes, perhaps a devolution) on the scale of characters from Robert Louis Stevenson’s literary work, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Much like that strange case, Mark assumes an alter ego role, that of Zodiac Mindwarp – an anti-social looking sort, like a greasy biker from the cast of some forgotten 70’s exploitative B-movie. What he is, and what he has become, is something that really surprises no one that has known Manning for any length of time, and soon, he aligns himself with similar like-minded outcasts.

ZODIAC MINDWARP AND THE LOVE REACTION is officially given life in 1985, joining Zed (as he is known to his friends) in the band are guitarist Rockman Rock (aka Jimmy Cauty), bassist Kid Chaos (aka Stephen Harris), and drummer Boom Boom Kaboomski (real name unavailable). Of course the latter part of the band’s name was culled from the most unlikeliest of sources, but there it was, in the lyrics of the third verse of The Boss’ “Dancing In The Dark“.

Soon, the band is signed to the Phonogram Records subsidiary, the Food label, and 1986 would be the year that ZODIAC MINDWARP AND THE LOVE REACTION begin their campaign to dominate Rock ‘N Roll. It begins in May that year with the “Wild Child” single, recorded with Zodiac on vocals and guitar, Kid Chaos on bass, and Jake Le Mesurier on drums. The band’s name has already become a thing of high praise and acclaim among the denizens of the “Grebo” movement (or “Grebo rock”), a British musical sub-genre incorporating influences from punk rock, electronic dance music, hip hop, and psychedelia.

Though ZM&TLR look the part of the term’s earliest intended targets – the word “grebo” was originally used as a slang term for bikers and rock music fans with long hair – the word is being re-fashioned by the group Pop Will Eat Itself in 1986. They use it in song titles and soon, it becomes a thing unto itself, a music genre sublet that in time will include such acts as Ned’s Atomic Dustbin, The Wonder Stuff, Scum Pups, Jesus Jones, and Gaye Bykers On Acid. Before ’86 is over, ZM&TLR release the “High Priest Of Love” EP which soon lands in the #1 slot of the U.K. Indie Chart.

Truth is, ZM&TLR are pretty much the antithesis of the Grebo look, a polar opposite to its colorful shorts and clean shaves. Zed & Co. opt for a rather more psychedelic, drug addled, Mad Max-ian appearance melded with the German SS ala iron crosses, skulls, black leather, and sometimes, storm trooper helmets.

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By the end of 1986, ZODIAC MINDWARP AND THE LOVE REACTION play the U.K.’s packed Reading Festival before thousands of fans. Not bad for a band that had their first gig at the 500 capacity Dingwalls in London less than a year before. Yes, it is evident that the band’s misanthropic imagery is not having an anti-social effect whatsoever, and even more intriguing, their music and its lyrical contents are finding an audience. Chock full of flamboyant, chest-thumping proclamations derived from a raging libido, Mindwarp’s tongue-in-cheek ravings are pure camp despite their often lascivious and misogynist tone.

By the next year, the band has new blood in the form of lead guitarist Cobalt Stargazer (real name Geoff Bird), rhythm guitarist Flash Bastard (real name Jan Cyrka), and drummer Slam Thunderhide (real name Stephen Landrum). Also, bassist Kid Chaos has left to join another popular rising band, The Cult, so enter Trash D. Garbage (real name Paul Bailey). The band continues their ascension to sonic glory with more U.K. single releases in 1987, including “Prime Mover” and “Backseat Education“.

However, for any British band, there is only one thing that seems to equate as having “made it” or being successful, and that is acceptance across the pond, in the United States. In February of 1988, ZODIAC MINDWARP AND THE LOVE REACTION release their first full-length album, “Tattooed Beat Messiah“, through the Vertigo label, another subsidiary of Phonogram. The album contains remixed versions of the singles released the previous year, alongside several new songs too, including a cover of the Steppenwolf classic, “Born To Be Wild“, in some markets.

The album explodes in a music scene being dominated by acts like Poison and Bon Jovi but true anti-authoritarian types know the deal. “Tattooed Beat Messiah” is the dividing line, where such horrid pop fluff shall not pass, and it spawns several subsequent video tie-ins to tracks like “Backseat Education“, “Planet Girl“, and of course, “Prime Mover“.

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Ultimately, it has the desired outcome as ZODIAC MINDWARP AND THE LOVE REACTION are placed on a 1988 U.S. tour bill, alongside Guns & Roses, supporting Alice Cooper. After just a few dates, ZM&TLR are bumped up on the roster, now playing after G ‘N R , before Alice Cooper. Several of the band members appear with Slash, Axl Rose and Alice Cooper in a performance of Cooper’s “Under My Wheels” for the feature film music documentary, “The Decline Of Western Civilization: Part II“.

Tours with Motörhead and Iron Maiden only serve to increase the frenzied hysteria about the band, it’s growing like a raging wildfire and soon, they’re designated the new rock royalty, placing them in the ranks of bands like Circus Of Power, Warrior Soul, and Monster Magnet.

Yet, for every high there is a low, for every climb, a descent, and somehow, some way, ZODIAC MINDWARP AND THE LOVE REACTION were about to experience theirs. At some point in all of this, the band is informed that “Tattooed Beat Messiah” failed to sell well in the United States, resulting in them being dropped by their record label while burdened with large, outstanding debts. It doesn’t add up, literally, as the album had ignited like a fuse, spawning five official videos that received regular rotation airplay on MTV, and the channel’s “Headbangers Ball“. That show’s host, Ricki Rachtman, claims the band as one of his all time favorites, and one of the most underrated bands of the era.

Not ready to give up the ghost yet, ZM&TLR release a sophomore album, “Hoodlum Thunder“, through the only label that would seemingly sign them at this point, Musidisc. Despite critical acclaim for the album, there is no hysterical fanfare this time, no arenas to rock, yet it’s probably a safe bet that some grope-ready groupies still thronged the band. The album spawns a handful of singles including “Elvis Died For You” and “Meanstreak“, and one of its cuts, “Feed My Frankenstein“, ends up being re-recorded by Alice Cooper, and released on his 1991 Hey Stoopid album (and featured in the 1992 movie Wayne’s World).

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Truth is, things will never quite be the same for ZODIAC MINDWARP AND THE LOVE REACTION as they increasingly cycle through a revolving door of musicians. This includes bassists Suzi X, Tex Diablo and Kev Reverb, along with such drummers as Robbie Vom and The Apocalypse. They continue to release consistent output like “Live At Reading“, “My Life Story“, and “One More Knife”, but the band eventually goes on a hiatus, remaining inactive for a decade before resurfacing again around 2002.

“I Am Rock” arrives that year, another live album, “Weapons Of Mass Destruction” in 2004, “Rock Savage” in 2005, and the following year, 2006 brings “Pandora’s Grisly Handbag”, a 1986 live album and DVD pairing. Through all of this, the persona and over-the-top character that is Zodiac Mindwarp never dilutes nor seeks a PG rating. The dangerously deranged, gargantuan genius of Mark Manning continues to expand, authoring multiple books containing memoirs about his sordid sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll experiences simultaneously as the band issues albums.

In 1996, he pens Bad Wisdom (with Bill Drummond), while Crucify Me Again (2000), Get Your Cock Out (2000), Fucked By Rock: The Unspeakable Confessions Of Zodiac Mindwarp (2001), Collateral Damage, and The Wild Highway (2005, again with Drummond) all follow.

2010’s “We Are Volsung” album, featuring the cast of Zodiac Mindwarp with guitarist Cobalt Stargazer, bassist Jack Shitt, and drummer Bruno ‘The Cat’ Agua, is released via SPV/Steamhammer. Recently, the current edition of ZODIAC MINDWARP AND THE LOVE REACTION featuring Z and Cobalt, Beast Of Ante (bass) and the returned Robbie Vom (drums), have toured in celebration of the 30th anniversary of the “Tattooed Beat Messiah” release.

When all is said and done, the larger than life cosmic rock deity that is Zodiac Mindwarp, as well as his more human alter ego, Mark Manning, will be a subject regaled across the infinite celestial. Tales, legends and mythologies, if not entire theologies, will be devoted to the praise and edification of the Tattooed Beat Messiah. You know, the “Christ in shades“, the “napalm god“, the “Sex führer, baby”, the “love dictator…living detonator“- Mister Prime Mover himself.

Oldschool Sunday: ZODIAC MINDWARP AND THE LOVE REACTION Article By: Pat 'Riot' Whitaker, Senior Writer/Journalist ‡ Edited By: Leanne Ridgeway, Owner/Chief Editor It is March 25th, 1988 and…

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The 15 Best Sing Along Songs for Piano

Always wanted to tackle some of those best sing along songs on the piano? Today, we've prepared a list of 15 of the best sing along songs that you can learn how to play on the piano. What did people do at your last party? Mingle in their little groups? Hang out around the guacamole bowl? Play charades? Was it memorable? Did it bring people together? Are they still talking about it today? Maybe not. But when you introduce sing alongs, any party becomes a chance to make memories. People come together. They relax. They laugh. And they sing their heart's out. Let's explore the 15 best sing along songs for the piano.

1. Hey Jude - Beatles

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Hey Jude by Paul McCartney is appreciated for its mellow tone and hopeful outlook. It began as a song of comfort for a person very close to Paul, named "Julian". Julian, also known as Jules, was just 5 years old when his parents John Lennon and Cynthia got a divorce. Out of this tragedy and sweet sentiment came one of the most beautiful and well-known songs of all time. This makes it one of the best sing along songs for your next party.

2. American Pie - Don McLean

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This many versed ballad was a tribute to the memory of Buddy Holly, a famous singer and songwriter who was lost tragically in a plane crash. The song contains many cryptic mentions of performers who we lost too soon like Janis Joplin and Elvis as well as events that changed the world like the 60's peace marches. Regardless of whether everyone gets the references, when the song starts, it's impossible not to sing along.

3. With or Without You - U2

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Bono wrote this song to represent the complexity and contradictions in real-world relationships including those with:

Significant others

Friends

Family

A higher power

It's a love song but it's a realist's love song. It's passionate and lamenting chorus makes it one of the best sing along songs for the piano you'll find.

4. Halo - Beyonce

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On a much lighter note, this song describes how absolutely divine love can be. Everyone can get behind that sentiment. The song was re-worked for Hope for Haiti Now: A Global Benefit for Earthquake Relief in 2010.

5. Have a Little Help from My Friends - Joe Cocker

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This theme song from the TV show "The Wonder Years" will have everyone in the room hugging, singing and reminiscing in no time. This is one of the best sing along songs for reunions or bringing friends together.

6. Sweet Home Alabama - Lynard Skynard

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Even if you're not from Alabama, or the US for that matter, everyone loves this catchy tune that celebrates being proud of where you're from. Add this one to your list of sing along songs for your next party.

7. Man in the Mirror - Michael Jackson

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And we add another inspirational song to our list of best sing along songs for piano. This song about personal growth and being the change you want to see in the world is perfect for any crowd that wants to make a difference.

8. Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

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Yet another multi-versed ballad joins the list. The true meaning of this song is a mystery. But the quick change in tempo between verses and strange chants are just part of the fun that this song will bring your party.

9. Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond

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Sweet Caroline wasn't written for Caroline at all. Neil's wife at the time was Marcia. While some speculated that Caroline was another woman, Neil says that the song is a tribute to Marcia, whose name didn't work in the song because it only had 2 syllables. So like so many artists do, he used some poetic license to create one of the most memorable and best sing along songs for piano.

10. Livin' on a Prayer - Bon Jovi

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This song's story of hardships and just trying to get by was based on a real life of Desmond Child who co-wrote the song with Bon Jovi. It struck a chord with working class youth at the time and continues to inspire people today. As partygoers bellow out the chorus with passion, you'll know you picked the right piano sing along song.

11. Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns and Roses

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This song began as a poem that Axl Rose had written for his wife. It's one of the most covered songs in recent history with versions including a Jazz version sung by Swedish singer, Victoria Bergsman and on by the soulful singer-storyteller, Sheryl Crow.

12. Summer of '69 - Bryan Adams

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Bryan was only 9 years old in '69, although he claims to have been 21 in the lyrics. He'll tell you that the song is about looking back at the joys of summertime and making love. Yet another great nostalgia song, you'll want to include this one at your next party.

13. Dancing Queen - Abba

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One of 14 songs by Abba to earn the coveted #1 spot on the US top 40, Dancing Queen is a disco dancing favorite and the first big Europop hit.

14. Firework - Kati Perry

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It's been used to help raise money for Autism research and has become an anthem for those looking to make a difference in the world. This inspirational song about leaving your mark on the world will inspire the whole room to sing along.

15. End of the World - Great Big Sea

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Great Big Sea covered R.E.M's End of the World as We Know It (and I feel fine). On Dec 21, 2012, the day that many thought the Mayans had predicted the world would end, a Calgary radio station played the song 156 times in a row to celebrate the end. This overly-optimistic apocalypse song has enough tongue-twisters to have your guests making most of it up as they go. But that catchy chorus unites everyone into a common theme.

The Best Sing Along Songs Make the Party

Put away the board games. Whether the party's for business networking, a class reunion or just for friends, it can be the best party ever with the best sing along songs for the piano. Bring everyone in the room together. And become the talk of the town (social media) for years to come. Are you ready to unleash the power of music? It's time to find the right piano or improve your playing skills. Contact us today to get started.

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