yoyolll
Conspiracy Theorist
Passion Play was 45 minutes long, I wouldn't be surprised if they made it into a few smaller songs.
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the argumentative music thread
- Thread starter teh hippie
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Gunslinger Girl
Loftwing
Post the lyrics. I'll let you know if they did.
i am a teddy
Graverobber
Nightwish...-Finland = who cares...
Led Zeppelin...-Worldwide = everyone cares...
Yoyo, how long was it before Zeppelin won their first award?
Led Zeppelin...-Worldwide = everyone cares...
Yoyo, how long was it before Zeppelin won their first award?
yoyolll
Conspiracy Theorist
Thank you for your input.
do you still see me even here?
(the silver cord lies on the ground.)
and so Im dead, the young man said --- over the hill
(not a wish away).
My friends (as one) all stand aligned although their taxis came
Too late.
There was / a rush along the fulham road.
There was / a hush in the passion play.
Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath / ripe with rich attainments
All imagined / sad misdeeds in disarray / the sore thumb screams aloud,
Echoing out of the passion play.
All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key:
Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance.
There was a rush / along the fulham road / into the ever-passion play.
And who comes here to wish me well?
A sweetly-scented angel fell.
She laid her head upon my disbelief and bathed me with her ever-smile.
And with a howl across the sand I go escorted by a band of gentlemen
In leather bound -- no-one (but someone to be found).
All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom.
Roll up roll down,
Feeling unwound? -- step into the viewing room.
The cameras were all around.
Weve got you taped -- youre in the play.
Heres your i.d.
(ideal for identifying one and all.)
Invest your life in the memory bank -- ours the interest and we
Thank you.
The ice-cream lady wet her drawers, to see you in the passion play.
Take the prize for instant pleasure
Captain of the cricket team
Public speaking in all weathers
A knighthood from a queen.
All your best friends telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand.
Theres / a line in a front-page story / 13 horses that also-ran.
Climb in your old umbrella.
Does it have a nasty tear in the dome?
But / the rain only gets in sometimes and / the sun never leaves you alone.
Lover of the black and white -- its your first night.
The passion play / goes all the way / spoils your insight.
Tell me / how the babys made / how the ladys laid / why the old
Dog howls in sadness.
And your little sisters immaculate virginity wings away on the bony
Shoulders of a young horse named george who stole surreptitiously
Into her geography revision.
(the examining body examined her body.)
Actor of the low-high q, lets hear your view.
Peek at the lines upon your sleeves since your memory wont do.
Tell me / how the babys graded / how the ladys faded / why the old dogs
Howl with madness.
All of this and some of thats the only way to skin the cat.
And now youve lost a skin or two -- youre for us and we for you.
The dressing room is right behind
Weve got you taped -- youre in the play.
How does it feel to be in the play?
How does it feel to play the play?
How does it feel to be the play?
Man of passion rise again, we wont cross you out -- for we do love
You like a son -- of that theres no doubt.
Tell us / is it you who are here for our good cheer?
Or / are we here / for the glory / for the story / for the gory satisfaction
Of telling you how absolutely awful you really are?
There was / a rush along the fulham road.
There was / a hush in the passion play.
We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door / eat in the corner / talk to the
Floor -- cheating the spiders who come to say ``please,
(politely).
They bend at the knees.
Well, Ill go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of when they were young / of ladies
Lost and erring sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the truth --
Tied at both ends.
Well Ill go to the foot of our stairs.
Scented cathedral -- spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in kentish town.
A delicate hush -- the gods / floating by / wishing us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / lord of time -- mine is the right to be wrong.
Well Ill go to the foot of our stairs.
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims
(no bodies to feed).
Show me a good man.
Ill show you the door.
The last hymn is sung and the devil cries ``more.
Well, Im all for leaving and that being done, Ive put in a request
To take up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself ``hell --
Where no-one has nothing and nothing is
Well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling.
Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do.
Colors Ive none -- dark or light, red, white or blue.
Cold is my touch (freezing).
Summoned by name -- I am the overseer over you.
Given this command to watch oer our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace / called on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn from my oversight grew.
Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for
The saving of face.
Now youre here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired
From the benign reconciliation.
Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I just / lit a fag then / took my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play -- join round the maypole in dance (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by name / I am the overseer / over you.
Flee the icy lucifer.
Oh hes an awful fellow!
What a mistake!
I didnt take a feather from his pillow.
Heres the everlasting rub: neither am I good or bad.
Id give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat
I once had.
Im only breathing.
Theres life on my ceiling.
The flies there are sleeping quietly.
Twist my right arm in the dark.
I would give two or three for one of those days that never made
Impressions on the old score.
I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree.
Everyones saved -- were in the grave.
See you there for afternoon tea.
Time for awaking -- the tea ladys / making a brew-up and / baking
New bread.
Pick me up at half past none -- theres / not a moment to lose. there
Is / the train on which I came.
On the platform are my old shoes.
Station master rings his bell.
Whistles blow and flags wave.
A little of what you fancy does you good (or so it should).
I thank everybody for making me welcome.
Id stay but my wings have just dropped off.
Hail!
Son of kings / make the ever-dying sign / cross your fingers in the
Sky for those about to be.
There am I waiting along the sand.
Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea.
Magus perde, take your hand from off the chain.
Loose a wish to still / the rain / the storm about to be.
Here am I (voyager into life).
Tough are the soles that tread the knifes edge.
Break the circle / stretch the line / call upon the devil.
Bring / the gods / the gods own fire.
In the conflict revel.
The passengers / upon the ferry crossing / waiting to be born / renew the
Pledge of lifes long song / rise to the reveille horn.
Animals / queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore / breathe the
Ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door.
Man / son of man / buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and
Breath the pain of living): living be!
Here am i!
Roll the stone away from the dark into ever-day.
There was a rush / along the fulham road / into the ever-passion play.
This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles.
Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. sitting on a
Fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close
By.
Now this may not seem strange, but when owl overheard kangaroo whisper
To no one in particular, ``the hare has lost his spectacles, well, he
Began to wonder.
Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on
The grass was hare. in the stream that flowed by the grass -- a
Newt. and sitting astride a twig of a bush -- a bee.
Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for
Without his spectacles he was completely helpless. where were his
Spectacles? could someone have stolen them? had he mislaid them? what
Was he to do?
Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: ``you
Probably ate them thinking they were a carrot.
``no! interrupted owl, who was wise. ``i have good eye-sight, insight,
And foresight. how could an intelligent hare make such a silly
Mistake? but all this time, owl had been sitting on the fence,
Scowling!
Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. she thought herself
Far superior in intelligence to the others. she was their leader;
Their guru. she had the answer: ``hare, you must go in search of the
Optician.
But then she realized that hare was completely helpless without his
Spectacles. and so, kangaroo loudly proclaimed, ``i cant send hare in
Search of anything!
``you can guru, you can! shouted newt. ``you can send him with owl.
But owl had gone to sleep. newt knew too much to be stopped by so
Small a problem -- ``you can take him in your pouch. but alas, hare
Was much too big to fit into kangaroos pouch.
All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew
Nothing about spectacles.
As for all their tempting ideas, well hare didnt care.
The lost spectacles were his own affair.
And after all, hare did have a spare a-pair.
A-pair.
It's possible they might have changed the lyrics.
All I know is, you don't write a song called "Passion Play" and call it your own.
do you still see me even here?
(the silver cord lies on the ground.)
and so Im dead, the young man said --- over the hill
(not a wish away).
My friends (as one) all stand aligned although their taxis came
Too late.
There was / a rush along the fulham road.
There was / a hush in the passion play.
Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath / ripe with rich attainments
All imagined / sad misdeeds in disarray / the sore thumb screams aloud,
Echoing out of the passion play.
All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key:
Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance.
There was a rush / along the fulham road / into the ever-passion play.
And who comes here to wish me well?
A sweetly-scented angel fell.
She laid her head upon my disbelief and bathed me with her ever-smile.
And with a howl across the sand I go escorted by a band of gentlemen
In leather bound -- no-one (but someone to be found).
All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom.
Roll up roll down,
Feeling unwound? -- step into the viewing room.
The cameras were all around.
Weve got you taped -- youre in the play.
Heres your i.d.
(ideal for identifying one and all.)
Invest your life in the memory bank -- ours the interest and we
Thank you.
The ice-cream lady wet her drawers, to see you in the passion play.
Take the prize for instant pleasure
Captain of the cricket team
Public speaking in all weathers
A knighthood from a queen.
All your best friends telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand.
Theres / a line in a front-page story / 13 horses that also-ran.
Climb in your old umbrella.
Does it have a nasty tear in the dome?
But / the rain only gets in sometimes and / the sun never leaves you alone.
Lover of the black and white -- its your first night.
The passion play / goes all the way / spoils your insight.
Tell me / how the babys made / how the ladys laid / why the old
Dog howls in sadness.
And your little sisters immaculate virginity wings away on the bony
Shoulders of a young horse named george who stole surreptitiously
Into her geography revision.
(the examining body examined her body.)
Actor of the low-high q, lets hear your view.
Peek at the lines upon your sleeves since your memory wont do.
Tell me / how the babys graded / how the ladys faded / why the old dogs
Howl with madness.
All of this and some of thats the only way to skin the cat.
And now youve lost a skin or two -- youre for us and we for you.
The dressing room is right behind
Weve got you taped -- youre in the play.
How does it feel to be in the play?
How does it feel to play the play?
How does it feel to be the play?
Man of passion rise again, we wont cross you out -- for we do love
You like a son -- of that theres no doubt.
Tell us / is it you who are here for our good cheer?
Or / are we here / for the glory / for the story / for the gory satisfaction
Of telling you how absolutely awful you really are?
There was / a rush along the fulham road.
There was / a hush in the passion play.
We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door / eat in the corner / talk to the
Floor -- cheating the spiders who come to say ``please,
(politely).
They bend at the knees.
Well, Ill go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk / of when they were young / of ladies
Lost and erring sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the truth --
Tied at both ends.
Well Ill go to the foot of our stairs.
Scented cathedral -- spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in kentish town.
A delicate hush -- the gods / floating by / wishing us well --
Pie in the sky.
God of ages / lord of time -- mine is the right to be wrong.
Well Ill go to the foot of our stairs.
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims
(no bodies to feed).
Show me a good man.
Ill show you the door.
The last hymn is sung and the devil cries ``more.
Well, Im all for leaving and that being done, Ive put in a request
To take up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself ``hell --
Where no-one has nothing and nothing is
Well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling.
Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do.
Colors Ive none -- dark or light, red, white or blue.
Cold is my touch (freezing).
Summoned by name -- I am the overseer over you.
Given this command to watch oer our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace / called on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn from my oversight grew.
Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for
The saving of face.
Now youre here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired
From the benign reconciliation.
Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky
(flashing).
I just / lit a fag then / took my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play -- join round the maypole in dance (primitive
Rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by name / I am the overseer / over you.
Flee the icy lucifer.
Oh hes an awful fellow!
What a mistake!
I didnt take a feather from his pillow.
Heres the everlasting rub: neither am I good or bad.
Id give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat
I once had.
Im only breathing.
Theres life on my ceiling.
The flies there are sleeping quietly.
Twist my right arm in the dark.
I would give two or three for one of those days that never made
Impressions on the old score.
I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree.
Everyones saved -- were in the grave.
See you there for afternoon tea.
Time for awaking -- the tea ladys / making a brew-up and / baking
New bread.
Pick me up at half past none -- theres / not a moment to lose. there
Is / the train on which I came.
On the platform are my old shoes.
Station master rings his bell.
Whistles blow and flags wave.
A little of what you fancy does you good (or so it should).
I thank everybody for making me welcome.
Id stay but my wings have just dropped off.
Hail!
Son of kings / make the ever-dying sign / cross your fingers in the
Sky for those about to be.
There am I waiting along the sand.
Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea.
Magus perde, take your hand from off the chain.
Loose a wish to still / the rain / the storm about to be.
Here am I (voyager into life).
Tough are the soles that tread the knifes edge.
Break the circle / stretch the line / call upon the devil.
Bring / the gods / the gods own fire.
In the conflict revel.
The passengers / upon the ferry crossing / waiting to be born / renew the
Pledge of lifes long song / rise to the reveille horn.
Animals / queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore / breathe the
Ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door.
Man / son of man / buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and
Breath the pain of living): living be!
Here am i!
Roll the stone away from the dark into ever-day.
There was a rush / along the fulham road / into the ever-passion play.
This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles.
Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. sitting on a
Fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close
By.
Now this may not seem strange, but when owl overheard kangaroo whisper
To no one in particular, ``the hare has lost his spectacles, well, he
Began to wonder.
Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on
The grass was hare. in the stream that flowed by the grass -- a
Newt. and sitting astride a twig of a bush -- a bee.
Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for
Without his spectacles he was completely helpless. where were his
Spectacles? could someone have stolen them? had he mislaid them? what
Was he to do?
Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: ``you
Probably ate them thinking they were a carrot.
``no! interrupted owl, who was wise. ``i have good eye-sight, insight,
And foresight. how could an intelligent hare make such a silly
Mistake? but all this time, owl had been sitting on the fence,
Scowling!
Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. she thought herself
Far superior in intelligence to the others. she was their leader;
Their guru. she had the answer: ``hare, you must go in search of the
Optician.
But then she realized that hare was completely helpless without his
Spectacles. and so, kangaroo loudly proclaimed, ``i cant send hare in
Search of anything!
``you can guru, you can! shouted newt. ``you can send him with owl.
But owl had gone to sleep. newt knew too much to be stopped by so
Small a problem -- ``you can take him in your pouch. but alas, hare
Was much too big to fit into kangaroos pouch.
All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew
Nothing about spectacles.
As for all their tempting ideas, well hare didnt care.
The lost spectacles were his own affair.
And after all, hare did have a spare a-pair.
A-pair.
It's possible they might have changed the lyrics.
All I know is, you don't write a song called "Passion Play" and call it your own.
yoyolll
Conspiracy Theorist
Their first album:
"the album was a massive fiscal success. The album was initially released in America on 17 January 1969 to capitalise on the band's first U.S. concert tour. Before that, Atlantic Records had distributed a few hundred advance white label copies to key radio stations and reviewers. A positive reaction to its contents, coupled with a good reaction to the band's opening concerts, resulted in the album generating 50,000 advance orders. It stayed on the Billboard chart for 73 weeks and held a 79-week run on the British chart. By 1975 it had grossed $7,000,000. The success and influence of the album is today widely acknowledged, even amongst those critics who were initially sceptical. In 2006, for example, Rolling Stone stated that
"[The album] was pretty much unlike anything else. The arrangements were more sculpted than those of Cream or Jimi Hendrix, and the musicianship wasn't cumbersome like Iron Butterfly's or bombastic like Vanilla Fudge's. The closest comparisons might be to MC5 or the Stooges—both from Michigan—yet neither had the polish or prowess of Led Zeppelin, nor did Led Zeppelin have the political, social or die-hard sensibility of those landmark bands. What they did have, though, was the potential for a mass audience."
According to Lewis
"Time has done nothing to diminish the quality of one of the finest debut albums ever recorded. There's an urgency and enthusiasm about their performance that retains timeless charm. The nine cuts offer a tour de force of powerful yet often subtle dynamics ... And let's not forget the fact that with this album, Page virtually invents the guitar riff as a key songwriting component."
In 2003 the TV network VH1 named Led Zeppelin the 44th greatest album of all time. In 2003, the album was ranked number 29 on Rolling Stonethe 500 greatest albums of all time. It is widely regarded as marking a significant turning point in the evolution of hard rock and heavy metal."
And their CDs:
Led Zeppelin
- Released: January 12, 1969
- Chart positions: #6 UK, #10 US
- RIAA certification: 10x Platinum, US Sales: 10 million, UK Sales: 1,200,000
- Released: October 22, 1969
- Chart positions: #1 UK, #1 US
- RIAA certification: 12x Platinum, US Sales: 13 million UK Sales: 2,200,000
- Released: October 5, 1970
- Chart positions: #1 UK, #1 US
- RIAA certification: 6x Platinum, US Sales: 6.5 million UK Sales: 1,100,000
- Released: November 8, 1971
- Chart positions: #1 UK, #2 US
- RIAA certification: 23x Platinum, US Sales: 23.2 million UK Sales: 2,300,000
- Released: March 28, 1973
- Chart positions: #1 UK, #1 US
- RIAA certification: 11x Platinum, US Sales: 12 million - UK Sales: 700,000
- Double album
- Released: February 24, 1975
- Chart positions: #1 UK, #1 US
- RIAA certification: 16x Platinum, U.S Sales: 16.3 million - UK Sales: 900,000
- Released: March 31, 1976
- Chart positions: #1 UK, #1 US
- RIAA certification: 3x Platinum, US Sales: 3.5 million UK Sales: 600,000
- Released: August 15, 1979
- Chart positions: #1 UK, #1 US
- RIAA certification: 6x Platinum, US Sales: 6.5 million UK Sales: 600,000
Notice every CD except the first and fourth were #1 sellers in the U.S. and Britain.
The reason the fourth one didn't make the best seller is because the media had called them overhyped so Led Zeppelin decided to release an album with no indication that they had created it. It sold 23.2 million copies in the U.S.
Argue with that.
i am a teddy
Graverobber
Final nail that was... Properly owned once more
Capt. Zeroth
Loftwing
Okay, that round is over! Led Zeppelin wins!
Okay, our next musical artist is Sufjan Stephens. Do we have a challenger?
Okay, our next musical artist is Sufjan Stephens. Do we have a challenger?
teh hippie
Loftwing
yea it is kind of stupid but im quoting targ here "nightwish isnt that gerat"
and plus getting platnum isnt that hard now bigger population and all. Zepplin did somthing, Nightwish did nothing.
in comparison nightwish won the little leagues while jacked up on steroids
Led Zepplin won the world series without steroids.
... but that analogy is kind of stupid
AND THAT IS PROOF OF VICTORY FOR ZEPPLIN!!!!!!!!!!
you can do another round but its gunna be dumb
and plus getting platnum isnt that hard now bigger population and all. Zepplin did somthing, Nightwish did nothing.
in comparison nightwish won the little leagues while jacked up on steroids
Led Zepplin won the world series without steroids.
... but that analogy is kind of stupid
AND THAT IS PROOF OF VICTORY FOR ZEPPLIN!!!!!!!!!!
you can do another round but its gunna be dumb
i am a teddy
Graverobber
You're right, my wrestler one was better 
Anyway.. I declare Led Zeppelin winner... thread dead
Anyway.. I declare Led Zeppelin winner... thread dead
teh hippie
Loftwing
may history remember this thread as a battle that sparked from a completely unrelated thread and ended up being a battle that was like a 2 year old fighting a wrecking ball ( guess who won) and now the baby is crossing the road stapled to a chickens back.
yes, nightwish lost that badly
... another bad analogy
yes, nightwish lost that badly
... another bad analogy
just to say that nightwish isn't only known in Scandinavia, but is also known around the world. and hippie, just so you know, I myself wasn't saying that they are not that great, but that you that compared to led zeppelin. but you like them still. you have them on your ipod.
teh hippie
Loftwing
after i put them on my ZEN it broke
Nightwish probably corrupted it and finally no nightwish isnt that great
its like a pea vs a 200 pound watermelon
... damn analogys
Nightwish probably corrupted it and finally no nightwish isnt that great
its like a pea vs a 200 pound watermelon
... damn analogys
teh hippie
Loftwing
did you meet your freind in a mental hospital? he must have suffered brain damage because of nightwish. plus nightwish are humans and so are you.
... or are you?
perhaps nightwish turns people into freaks like the desiesed people in I AM LEGEND
teh hippie
Loftwing
they have good music but Nightwish is the worst of it all
in a 2005 poll, millions said they would rather listen to william hung than nightwish
in a 2005 poll, millions said they would rather listen to william hung than nightwish
i am a teddy
Graverobber
Cite that please.. I don't quite believe that
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