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Critical Acclaim - Avenged Sevenfold

its aboot american freedom and how people take most things in life for granted

that and it sounds awesome.... :)

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10,000 days by Tool, written about the death of the lead singer's mother after being paralysed for 27 years (10,000 days). The song is about how he struggles with his atheism and hatred of religious hypocrisy, yet hopes his (very religious) mother is heaven after the hard life she had on Earth. Classic verses include

High is the way, but all eyes are upon the ground.

You were the light and the way they'll only read about.

I only pray, Heaven knows when to lift you out.

Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough;

You're going home.

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance,

Burden of proof tossed upon the believers.

You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,

Judith Marie, unconditional one.

Powerful stuff and an awesome song!

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Ok +impuLsive`

here it goes, in the first place i must agree with Liandros, but if it were a French class I bet "Je t'aime... moi non plus" by Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin would achieve absolute consensus ;)

now, seriously, I'm not a native English speaker, so my understanding might be somewhat doubtful, anyway I take the challenge and here are some from my youth: "Wand'rin' Star" by Lee Marvin; "Lady Madonna" by The Beatles and "Cats in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin, probably better known by cover Ugly Kid Joe.

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http://youtube.com/watch?v=JNAR8Gqb1ok

Kanye West - Hey Mama

Really, really meaningful tribute to his mother - even more so since she passed away a few days ago.

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"Hey Mama"

[Chorus]

(Hey Mama), I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz I'm so proud of you

Let me tell you what I'm about to do, (Hey Mama)

I know I act a fool but, I promise you I'm goin back to school

I appreciate what you allowed for me

I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama)

[Verse 1]

I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine

This little light of mine and I'm finna let it shine

I'm finna take yall back to them better times

I'm finna talk about my mama if yall don't mind

I was three years old, when you and I moved to the Chi

Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold

You fixed me up something that was good for my soul

Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl?

You work late nights just to keep on the lights

Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike

And you would give anything in this world

Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curl

And you never put no man over me

And I love you for that mommy cant you see?

Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes

Cuz a << racial epithet >> cheatin, telling you lies, then I started to cry

As we knelt on the kitchen floor

I said mommy Imma love you till you don't hurt no more

And when I'm older, you aint gotta work no more

And Imma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford

See you're, unbreakable, unmistakable

Highly capable, lady that's makin loot

A livin legend too, just look at what heaven do

Send us an angel, and I thank you (Hey Mama)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Forrest Gump mama said, life is like a box of chocolates

My mama told me go to school, get your doctorate

Somethin to fall back on, you could profit with

But still supported me when I did the opposite

Now I feel like it's things I gotta get

Things I gotta do, just to prove to you

You was getting through, can the choir please

Give me a verse of "You, Are So Beautiful To Me"

Can't you see, you're like a book of poetry

Maya Angelou, Nicky Giovanni, turn one page and there's my mommy

Come on mommy just dance wit me, let the whole world see your dancing feet

Now when I say Hey, yall say Mama, now everybody answer me (Hey Mama)

[Chorus]

[bridge]

I guess it also depends tho, if my ends low

Second they get up you gon get that Benzo

Tint the windows, ride around the city and let ya friends know (Hey Mama)

[Verse 3]

Tell your job you gotta fake em out

Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out

To a restaurant, upper echelon

Imma get you a jag, whatever else you want

Just tell me what kind of S-Type Donda West like?

Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right

It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday

For me to just call and say (Hey Mama)

[Chorus (with variations)]

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'In the Air Tonight' - Phil Collins (yes I know it's all over the tv at the mo)

Very very strong song, with a very moving story connected to why it was written, and then delivered in concert.

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"Cats in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin, probably better known by cover Ugly Kid Joe.

Damn, that Ugly Kid Joe cover was on the radio the other day and the lyrics sounded just like me and my son. Really got to me. Spending all my time travelling to and from work and hardly see him before leaving or after getting home.

Currently moving house to be closer to work now before he goes to school and I'll be less time travelling and more time at home. Also we will be within walking distance to my mother and father as well.

So yeah, means a lot to me, that song.

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'In the Air Tonight' - Phil Collins (yes I know it's all over the tv at the mo)

Very very strong song, with a very moving story connected to why it was written, and then delivered in concert.

Grrr..

I can't edit my post.

The story is actually an 'Urban Legend' which I didn't know about...doh!

Still good though :)

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Johnny Cash - A boy named Sue (Y)

Listen to the Lyrics!

My daddy left home when I was three

And he didn't leave much to ma and me

Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid

But the meanest thing that he ever did

Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke

And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,

It seems I had to fight my whole life through.

Some gal would giggle and I'd get red

And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,

I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,

My fist got hard and my wits got keen,

I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.

But I made a vow to the moon and stars

That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars

And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July

And I just hit town and my throat was dry,

I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.

At an old saloon on a street of mud,

There at a table, dealing stud,

Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad

From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,

And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.

He was big and bent and gray and old,

And I looked at him and my blood ran cold

And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!

Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes

And he went down, but to my surprise,

He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.

But I busted a chair right across his teeth

And we crashed through the wall and into the street

Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men

But I really can't remember when,

He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.

I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,

He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,

He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough

And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough

And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.

So I give ya that name and I said goodbye

I knew you'd have to get tough or die

And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight

And I know you hate me, and you got the right

To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.

But ya ought to thank me, before I die,

For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye

Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun

And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,

And I came away with a different point of view.

And I think about him, now and then,

Every time I try and every time I win,

And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him

Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

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John Lennon - Working Class Hero, or anything else of the album.

Pretty much anything off Pink Floyd's Pulse.

Bob Dylan - Like a Rolling Stone

could try explain traffic - house for everyone haha

crosby stills nash & young - carry on (absolute ****en beautiful song) YOUTUBE

Pretty much anything really.

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