Nurhachi1991
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For me its Metro Station everyones always busting my balls for likeing them but I think there cool.
You guys?
You guys?
What are bands you like but nobody else does?
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The Drifter
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Nurhachi1991 said:
I like a lot of older stuff such as Buddy Holly, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Carl Perkins. I'm a HUGE fan of Johnny Cash. I love the old rockabilly music.
I also love old country music from such people as George Jones, David Allen Coe, Hank Williams Sr, Waylon Jennings and a bunch others. (But, I hate country music these days).
I enjoy the blues. B.B. King, Muddy Waters, Johnny Winters, Robert Johnson and SRV to name a few.
Most people here listen to rap, pop, or the new country music. They claim I have bad taste, but I think it's the other way around!
Nurhachi1991
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I love old rock to... Little Richard,Carl Perkins,Chuck Berry,The Big Bopper and the list goes on!
you my friend have great taste!
you my friend have great taste!
Indy's brother
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Lonsome_Drifter said:
Sooo, what you're saying is that you live in the 7th circle of hell?
I like a lot of music that is designed to be hated by the mainstream, so it doesn't bother me a bit. Not that there is no following for old-school punk rock. I like The Circle Jerks and Black Flag, for example. But like Lonsome, I also enjoy Jerry Lee Lewis. In fact calling him a God may be understating things a little.
Nurhachi1991
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Any Oi! fans here? I dig **** sparrer and the Cockney rejects!
The Drifter
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I also like Little Richard and the Big Bopper, and Frankie Lymon and The Teenagers, and almost all of the old doo-wop bands from the 50s.
And, I enjoy old-school punk as well, Indy's Brother. Black Flag, The Clash, New York Dolls, and who can forget The Ramones?
And, I enjoy old-school punk as well, Indy's Brother. Black Flag, The Clash, New York Dolls, and who can forget The Ramones?
Nurhachi1991
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I like the five Satins!
and Im a big Northern Soul fan anyone else like Desmond Decker?
and Im a big Northern Soul fan anyone else like Desmond Decker?
Indy's brother
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Lonsome_Drifter said:
Well anyone that can't enjoy the Ramones isn't worth talking to anyway!
sunshinestate1992
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Yes!Indy's brother said:
Gorrilla Biscuits, Fugazi, Minor threat
adventure_al
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Pretty much all american music sucks anyway. Well... the majority does.
Montana Smith
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XanaduMel said:
The oldies are often better to listen to than some modern pop.
How about something old and traditional?
Donald, Where's Your Trousers?
(Traditional version)
I just down from the Isle of Skye
I'm no very big but I'm awful shy
All the lassies shout as I walk by,
"Donald, Where's Your Trousers?"
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lassies cry, "Hello!
Donald, where's your trousers?"
I went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was afeared that I may fall
Because I nay had on trousers
I went down to London town
To have a little fun in the underground
All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"
The lassies love me every one
But they must catch me if they can
You canna put the breeks on a highland man, saying,
"Donald, where's your trousers?"
The more recent version has a funnier ending, though:
Donald, Where's Yer Troosers?
Just got in from the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy
The ladies shout as I go by
Donald where's your troosers?
Let the winds blow high,
Let the winds blow low,
Down the street in my kilt I go
And all the ladies say hello
Donald where's your troosers?
A lady took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I would fall
'Cause I didn't have on my troosers
They'd like to wed me everyone
Just let them catch me if they can
You canna put the brakes on a highland man
Who doesn't like wearing troosers.
To wear the kilt is my delight,
It isn't wrong, I know it's right.
The highlanders would get afright
If they saw me in my troosers.
Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw
I had no handkerchief at all
So I hiked up my kilt and I gave it a blow,
Now you can't do that with troosers.
____________
A curious band came to mind: The Bloodhound Gang. Especially the album "Hooray for Boobies". The song titles in themselves are a great read. Many a dull hour driving was passed with that CD playing.
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Montana Smith
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XanaduMel said:I was actually just listening to "Donald, Where's Your Trousers?"
As sung by John Henry and Savannah Weaver? (The Sarah Connor Chronicles). I can't get that song out of my head now!
Aqua's "Barbie Girl" was like that. I think they call those songs 'brain worms', as they worm their way in and keep repeating themselves, no matter how hard you try not to hear them.
XanaduMel said:
"Comfortably Numb" is an all-time classic. It needed no imitations!
XanaduMel said:I was actually just listening to "Donald, Where's Your Trousers?"
I hate how bands make remakes of legendary songs. I for one think that the Scissor sisters version of "Comfortably numb" is Awful
I actually like it when bands make cover songs so long as the cover doesn't sound identical to the original. There's always a chance the cover could suck though, but when it doesn't then it's magical. Me First & The Gimme Gimme's do a lot of great covers of great songs.
kongisking
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Montana Smith said:
Agreed. That show was chock full of great music, actually. Just a darn shame that not many people bothered to watch it, such as earleg, standing behind me right now...
He just said, "Now I gotta watch it." I'm good!
Montana Smith
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kongisking said:
The more converts the better.
Need more converts!
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The Chieftans
The Irish Rovers
The Dubliners
The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem
The Wolfetones
Last year it was Pat of Mullingar, this year we go back to Mullingar with a tune you probably heard in last year's Sherlock Holmes:
The Rocky Road to Dublin
While in the merry month of May, now from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, and leave for I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin,
A brand new pair of brogues, to rattled o'er the bogs,
And frightened all the dogs, on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-da.
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep me heart from shrinkin',
That's the Paddy's cure, Whene'ere he's on for drinking.
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
At me curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
They asked me was I was hired, and wages I required,
Till I was almost tired, of the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-da.
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
Bundle it was stolen, In a neat locality;
Something crossed me mind, Then I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon me stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, Said me Connacht brogue,
It wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-da.
From there I got away, Me spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailin';
Captain at me roared, Said not no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs,
and played some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, I wished meself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-da.
The boys of Liverpool, Were when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',
"Hurrah me soul," sez I, shillelagh I let fly;
Galway boys were by, and saw I was a hobble'n,
With a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
Quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-da.
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The Irish Rovers
The Dubliners
The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem
The Wolfetones
Last year it was Pat of Mullingar, this year we go back to Mullingar with a tune you probably heard in last year's Sherlock Holmes:
The Rocky Road to Dublin
While in the merry month of May, now from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, and leave for I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin,
A brand new pair of brogues, to rattled o'er the bogs,
And frightened all the dogs, on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-da.
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep me heart from shrinkin',
That's the Paddy's cure, Whene'ere he's on for drinking.
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
At me curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
They asked me was I was hired, and wages I required,
Till I was almost tired, of the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-da.
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
Bundle it was stolen, In a neat locality;
Something crossed me mind, Then I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon me stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, Said me Connacht brogue,
It wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-da.
From there I got away, Me spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailin';
Captain at me roared, Said not no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, did some hearty rigs,
and played some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, I wished meself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-da.
The boys of Liverpool, Were when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',
"Hurrah me soul," sez I, shillelagh I let fly;
Galway boys were by, and saw I was a hobble'n,
With a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
Quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-da.
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