Here is a few tella. Clinton inauguration even with a Dennis Miller intro.
Always loved when she did this song in concert. She’d get flooded with roses. See she’s been doing it occasionally this year. Super disappointed she didn’t at show I was at.
Here is a few tella. Clinton inauguration even with a Dennis Miller intro.
Always loved when she did this song in concert. She’d get flooded with roses. See she’s been doing it occasionally this year. Super disappointed she didn’t at show I was at.
Never liked them. I am straight. Also, she seemed like a lazy hippy from Woodstock who wouldn’t shave her legs who would insist you take her last name.
Lamer than lame. Sorry Tella but not my cup of tea then or now.
Sorry, was already in my 30s when they started up. Here's some post-Maniacs Merchant. The singer they have today, Mary Ramsey, is pretty talented and also plays the violin.
"More Than This " cover by the Maniacs with Ramsey.
I always thought these Gringos greatly exaggerated how many band members they had.
En boca cerrada, no entran moscas
Bumping your own lame thread? Tyde was right. This forum is dead.
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Word around Atlanta in the 80's was they were an item (before Stipe realized he was gay).Originally Posted by BCR
Natalie Merchant, REM are god-tier 80s music that wasn't hair metal.
She is a unique talent, but so institutionalized by her television we will never get any more good songs from her.
Check out Beloved Wife, San Andreas Fault and that song amount about River Phoenix to see how elevated she was as a singer song writer.
They were an item at one time.Word around Atlanta in the 80's was they were an item (before Stipe realized he was gay).
Natalie Merchant, REM are god-tier 80s music that wasn't hair metal.
She is a unique talent, but so institutionalized by her television we will never get any more good songs from her.
Check out Beloved Wife, San Andreas Fault and that song amount about River Phoenix to see how elevated she was as a singer song writer.
I'm familiar with those songs. Kind of the end of her songwriting career imo.
I dug stuff from like a decade earlier.
Songs like The Big Parade. I used to do tours of DC when I was young and always thought of how many people there were asking themselves the bolded lyric below.
Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East.
Lone young man takes a seat.
And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mother's mail from a city boy in a jungle town postmarked Saigon.
He'll go live his mother's dream, join the slowest parade he'll ever see.
Her weight of sorrows carried long and carried far.
"Take these, Tommy, to The Wall."
Metro line to the Mall site with a tour of Japanese.
He's wandering and lost until a vet in worn fatigues takes him down to where they belong.
Near a soldier, an ex-Marine with a tattooed dagger and eagle trembling, he bites his lip beside a widow breaking down.
She takes her Purple Heart, makes a fist, strikes The Wall.
All come to live a dream, to join the slowest parade they'll ever see.
Their weight of sorrows carried long and carried far, taken to The Wall.
It's 40 paces to the year that he was slain.
His hand's slipping down The Wall for it's slick with rain.
How would life have ever been the same if this wall had carved in it one less name?
But for Christ's sake, he's been dead over 20 years.
He leaves the letters asking, "Who caused my mother's tears, was it Washington or the Viet Cong?"
Slow deliberate steps are involved.
He takes them away from the black granite wall toward the other monuments so white and clean.
O, Potomac, what you've seen.
Abraham had his war too, but an honest war.
Or so it's taught in school.
there was a lot of magic when they got together. great stuff. keep watching for their 2nd song on this video.
more like 10,000 GAYniacs Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand AAA BAZZZING
Great tune. They are kind of the god-tier easy listening Adele-like act of the 80's.They were an item at one time.
I'm familiar with those songs. Kind of the end of her songwriting career imo.
I dug stuff from like a decade earlier.
Songs like The Big Parade. I used to do tours of DC when I was young and always thought of how many people there were asking themselves the bolded lyric below.
Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East.
Lone young man takes a seat.
And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mother's mail from a city boy in a jungle town postmarked Saigon.
He'll go live his mother's dream, join the slowest parade he'll ever see.
Her weight of sorrows carried long and carried far.
"Take these, Tommy, to The Wall."
Metro line to the Mall site with a tour of Japanese.
He's wandering and lost until a vet in worn fatigues takes him down to where they belong.
Near a soldier, an ex-Marine with a tattooed dagger and eagle trembling, he bites his lip beside a widow breaking down.
She takes her Purple Heart, makes a fist, strikes The Wall.
All come to live a dream, to join the slowest parade they'll ever see.
Their weight of sorrows carried long and carried far, taken to The Wall.
It's 40 paces to the year that he was slain.
His hand's slipping down The Wall for it's slick with rain.
How would life have ever been the same if this wall had carved in it one less name?
But for Christ's sake, he's been dead over 20 years.
He leaves the letters asking, "Who caused my mother's tears, was it Washington or the Viet Cong?"
Slow deliberate steps are involved.
He takes them away from the black granite wall toward the other monuments so white and clean.
O, Potomac, what you've seen.
Abraham had his war too, but an honest war.
Or so it's taught in school.
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