The "what's coming out of your speaker?" Thread.

[El Guapo]

The forum used to have a music thread and its about time it get revived. For all members to share the music they love listening to.

Im going to start it off with some tracks and my current favorite mix... Ill be posting mostly House music since its my favorite Genre right now.

This mix is awsome, Oliver Heldens Miami Ultra set 2015. -

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Bad Moon Rising
By Creedence Clearwater Revival

I see the bad moon a rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today

Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise

I hear hurricanes a blowing
I know the end is coming soon
I fear rivers overflowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin

Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
Alright!

Hope you got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die
Looks like we're in for nasty weather
One eye is taken for an eye

Well, don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise

Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise

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White Rabbit (Pop #8/chart debut: 6/24/67)
By Jefferson Airplane

One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all

Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call

And call Alice, when she was just small

When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low

Go ask Alice, I think she'll know

When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head, feed your head

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Love Hurts
By Nazareth

Love hurts
Love scars
Love wounds and marks
Any heart not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud, it holds a lot of rain
Love hurts,
Ooo-oo love hurts

I'm young,
I know,
But even so
I know a thing or two, I learned from you
I really learned a lot, really learned a lot
Love is like a flame, it burns you when it's hot
Love hurts,
Ooo-oo love hurts

Some fools think
Of happiness, blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
They're not foolin' me
I know it isn't true I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie made to make you blue
Love hurts,
Ooo-oo love hurts
Ooo-oo love hurts

I know it isn't true
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie made to make you blue
Love hurts,
Ooo-oo love hurts
Ooo-oo, love hurts, ooo-oo

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Whiskey in the Jar
By Thin Lizzy

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains.
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'.
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier.
I said stand o'er and deliver or the devil he may take ya.

Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny.
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly.
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me.
But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy.

Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber.
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger.
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell.
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.

Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin',
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'.
Me? I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber.
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah.

Musha ring dumb a do dumb a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

And I got drunk on whiskey-o
And I love, I love, I love, I love, I love, I love my Molly-o.

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Locomotive Breath
By Jethro Tull

In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath
Runs the all time loser, head long to his death
He feels the piston scraping, steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie stole the handle and the train
It won't stop going, no way to slow down

He sees his children jumpin' off at stations, one by one
His woman and his best friend in bed and havin' fun
Oh, he's crawling down the corridor on his hands and knees
Old Charlie stole the handle and the train
It won't stop going, no way to slow down

Hey, hey, [Incomprehensible], ooh
Charlie, Charlie, Charlie

He hears the silence howling, catches angels as they fall
And the all time winner, has got him by the balls
Oh, he picks up Gideons Bible, open at page one
But, God, he stole the handle and the train
It won't stop going, no way to slow down

No way to slow down, no way to slow down
No way to slow down, no way to slow down, yeah
Charlie stole the handle, no way to slow down
No way to slow down, Charlie stole the handle

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Lady in Black
By Uriah Heep

She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning
Her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind
I know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking
And destruction lay around me from a fight I could not win

She asked me name my foe then, I said the need within some men
To fight and kill their brothers without thought of men or god
And I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies
So eager was my passion to devour this waste of life

But she would not think of battle that reduces men to animals
So easy to begin and yet impossible to end
For she the mother of all men had counciled me so wisely that
I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay

Oh lady lend your hand, I cried, Oh let me rest here at your side
Have faith and trust in me, she said and filled my heart with life
There is no strength in numbers, I've no such misconceptions
But when you need me be assured I won't be far away

Thus having spoke she turned away and though I found no words to say
I stood and watched until I saw her black cloak disappear
My labor is no easier, but now I know I'm not alone
I find new heart each time I think upon that windy day
And if one day she comes to you drink deeply from her words so wise
Take courage from her as your prize and say hello for me

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Whiskey Man
By Molly Hatchet

Hey whiskey man, you're running as hard as you can,
You drink your whiskey too much more than you can stand.
You have your highs, you have your lows,
Nobody knows which way you go.

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Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
It takes whiskey to make you tall,
You ain't so very damn tall at all.
You start to get straight, then you get weak,
Can't you see your on a loosing streak.
You have your highs, you have your lows,
Nobody knows which way you'll go.

[Chorus]

Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Hey don't you know,
I use to be there myself,
I tried to kick the habit, baby, with nobody else's help.
I have my highs, I have my lows,
But nobody knows which way I'll go.

[Chorus]

Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Songwriters: JOHN ENTWISTLE

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I've been to Alabama, people ain't a whole lot to see
Skynyrd says it's a real sweet home but it ain't nothing to me
Charlie Daniels will tell you the good lord lives in Tennessee, ha
But I'm going back to gator country where the wine and the women are free

There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name
And a saying come on boy, you better make it back home again
There's many roads I've traveled but they all kind of look the same
There's a gator in the bushes, lord, he calling my name

Old Richard Betts will tell ya lord he was born a ramblin' man
Well he can ramble back to Georgia but I won't give a damn
Elvin Bishop out struttin his stuff with little miss slick titty boom
But I'm going back to gator country to get me some elbow room

There's a gator in the bushes he's calling my name
And saying come on boy, you better make it back home again
There's many roads I've traveled but they all kinda look the same
There's a gator in the bushes, lord, he calling my name. yep

There's Marshall Tucker riding a rainbow searching for a pot of gold
Well they can take the highway, baby, and they can take all they can hold
The outlaws down in Tampa town it's a mighty fine place to be
They got green grass and got high tides and sure looks good to me

There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name
Saying come on boy, you better make it back home again
There's so many roads I've traveled but they all kinda look the same
There's a gator in the bushes , lord, he's calling my name

Oh gator country
A little bit of that chomp chomp

Read more: Molly Hatchet - Gator Country Lyrics | MetroLyrics

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Dreams I'll Never See
By Molly Hatchet

Just one more mornin'
I had to wake up with the blues
Pulled myself out of bed, yeah
Put on my walkin' shoes
And went up on the mountain
To see what I could see
The whole world was fallin', right down in front of me

'Cause I've a hunger for the dreams I'll never see, yeah, baby
Ah, help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah

Pull myself together
Put on a new face
Climb down off the hilltop, baby
Get back in the race

'Cause I've a hunger for dreams I'll never see, yeah, babe
Lord, help me baby, or, this will surely be the end of me, yeah

Pull myself together
Put on a new face
Climb down off the hilltop, baby
And get back in the race

'Cause I've a hunger for the dreams I'll never see, yeah, baby
Ah, ah, help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Songwriters: GREGG ALLMAN

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Green Grass & High Tides
By Outlaws

In a place you only dream of, where your soul is always free
Silver stages, golden curtains, filled my head plain as could be
As a rainbow grew around the sun, all my stars above, who died
Came from somewhere beyond the scene you see
These lovely people played just for me

Now if I let you see this place where stories all ring true
Will you let me past your face to see what's really you
It's not for me I ask this question as though I were a king
For you have to love, believe and feel
Before the burst of tambourines take you there

Green grass and high tides forever
Castles of stone, soul and glory
Lost faces say we adore you
As kings and queens bow and play for you

Those who don't believe me, find your souls and set them free
Those who do, believe and know that time will be your key
Time and time again I've thanked them for a peace of mind
That helped me find myself amongst the music and the rhyme
That enchants you there

Green grass and high tides forever
Castles of stone, soul and glory
Lost faces say we adore you
As kings and queens bow and play for you
Yeah they play just for you

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Wow. Sold my soul. You have great taste in music! So you want to play that game huh?! Why don't you stick around for some Rock N' Roll?

The Outlaws. One of my all time favorite bands. Top 5 for sure. Just my own personal taste, absolutely love them. Saw them more times then I can remember and partied with them on a couple occasions. Hughie was a very cool and very nice and incredibly un-assuming guy and very receptive. I saw them just months before he passed away in San Jose.

So glad I stood in that long line after the concert and gave him a hug and told him that I loved him. He was touring with CDB and MTB at the time and I'll never forget Charlie was doing one of his songs towards the end and he had members of both bands on stage taking turns on playing quick guitar solos to his song at the front.

When it came Hughie's turn, in typical Hughie fashion, Charlie turned to look for him and he wasn't there. He was way in the back shunning the limelight. Charlie grabbed him by the arm and made him come up to the front of the stage. Where, of course, he spent the next minute shredding that fender of his.

What an incredible talent, superb singer (I swear he could sing opera), song writer, guitar player. Loved all the Outlaws and there vocal harmonies. Billy Jones, Henry Paul and Freddie Salem were all amazing talent that wrote so many good songs.

Anyway, I like the version of this song on bring it back alive better as they shortened it here. The 5:24 to 5:50 mark with Hughie and Billy playing together like that is absolutely incredible. One of my own personal favorite parts of any song written by them...

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[Raiderfan1145]

Hey Soul, great list of songs there. Also happy birthday man! :drinks:

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[HITMAN]

The Turn of the Screw - Heaven and Hell

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Okay. How about one from the "B" side. Well, at least one that has been totally lost on the "classic rock" airwaves these days and/or didn't receive very much playing time when it came out in my day. Even though I considered it an incredible song that for whatever their convoluted reasoning the record company and/or radio stations didn't push...

Old Judge Jones never gave a man break
On his hangin' tree the leaves don't shake
That man in black what did he say
A hundred years and one dark day
A widow's tear filled with pain
Can make the blue skies shed some rain
You people think that you got the blues
Or do you read our everyday news
One more hung from the tree last night
Old Judge Jones done took another life
Folks keep prayin' it would end
But sad as it is
It'll happen again

You'd think we wouldn't put up with it
He'd bust an old lady for a sidewalk spit
Church on Sunday he's the first in line
Last week gave the preacher a fine
You can't hate a man for what he must do
But if his cause ain't just and his word untrue
That man in the robe's a devil in disguise
The bantam books are filled with lies
Election time old Jones will never lose
With a gun at your back in the voting booth
You can't do what you think is right
And sad as it is
Another hangin' tonight