Our House lyrics - Talking Heads original song - full version on Lyrics Freak
Lyrics for + songs in English from LyricsFreak 7, ABBA, Cassandra, /a/ abba/cassandra_html, Down in the street they're all singing thinking of you and me And I went to your house, 'cause I had to talk I could . seeing songs No poet has ever painted Voices call out to me, straight to my. Daylight breaks on the streets of my life Where no sun shines there bums Say that's alright, the harder it fights I'm one step closer to home The [read more] . cosmic thought, infinite energy No beginnings, no endings, no middle, no in . We've got to find a way to heaven Before our lives reach the ends Oh why is life oh so. *If you need lyrics in chinese pinyin, you can use this Online Chinese Pinyin . Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there we will find freedom. .. We Long to Meet, Glory, Praise & Worship (19), F, Center of this world, Jesus, can ever set me apart from You. . Coming Home, Unity, Praise & Worship (18), D, My dear Jesus .
I can remember where I heard them. I standing in my kitchen of my apartment listening on my pc that was streaming thru a dial up connection it has an underwater sound and a hot chic swimming in the video in a white swim suit bottoms only Or perhaps the Dajae - u got me up remix. These are the most popular house traxx with a wind instrument. Here in the Chi.
"Our House" lyrics
I can remember hearing Chris Sheppard in Toronto in the late 80's and early 90's a lot of the stuff that has been listed here by all these great DJ's. The floor went OFF!!!! Thye "Jazz" and "Row" mix. Hot Music is on the "B" side. Record label is red. I'm headed out to the guitar center to pick up some 's 2 for 1 sale.
Congrats on finding that track Michael. I love it when I find something that I have been dying to get! Plenty of dance producers down the years have played up these parallels in the hope of elevating their functional club tracks into musical epiphanies, but tunes that make a genuine spiritual connection are not so common.
Here are 10 soul-stirring examples that actually deliver on their promise to take you to another place and not just to the chillout area to talk nonsense with your new best mates. Third-party content may contain adverts] 1. Joe Smooth - Promised Land This impossibly uplifting track from Chicago's Joe Smooth has become a foundational house classic, sealing the idea of dance music as egalitarian utopia. Or as Smooth neatly summarises: Add Joe Smooth 2.
Orbital - Belfast Rave maestros Orbital made a fairly shameless attempt to co-opt some holy splendour on this track by sampling a 12th century liturgical chant by Saint Hildegard von Bingen as performed by the Gothic Voices ensemble on the album A Feather on the Breath of God.
Yet it's hard to deny Belfast's spine-tingling power, particularly when you learn the story behind its name: While there, they witnessed first-hand how dance music was breaking down the city's heavily-policed boundaries between Protestant and Catholic communities. Inspired, they dedicated this song to the young people of Belfast and their indomitable spirit.
Look at the Catholic church, the campest organization on the planet with the purple robes, gold bits on the side, jewellery so big if they let it fall it would kill people What else can it be, but this sort of ritual of panic about death? Quick, put on the gold hat! I listen to them, you know, banging on. Now have another biccie and be quiet, will you please? But you can absolutely understand the desire to believe in something, to support you.
Children like to be supervised by adults. Because it validates them, it shows them that they are there, that somebody else is watching over them. Grown-ups are the same, not that there is any such thing as a grown-up, really.
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They liked to be watched by something. A couple of days ago I saw one of those signs outside of churches and it said "Jesus said: I am the light of the world". Which is a very male view, you know, if Jesus had been Jesusina it would've been more modest. You know because it's a women, she would've been traditionally more modest.
When you're young, you think about it… Well, you don't really think about it, you know - you have the intelligence of raspberry jam, you're not thinking about anything. But it's there, as a motive force, making you do things. Go and get a job.
Go and find a flat. Put them in the flat. Get on the bus. Look at your boss. Pick up the thing. Listen to the radio. Look at the other person. Why did this happen? Put the things on - your clothes - whatever they're called. Go out the door, into work - same thing! Same people, again, it's real, it is happening, to you. And so, the young woman thinks that if she has the right curtains, she can keep death and all other problems at bay.
But the young man knows that the only way to keep death at bay, is by having sex pretty much constantly.
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Now, because nature's so clever, it makes the couple compromise by giving them children, so they never have to have sex again, and then the children pull the curtains down so there was NEVER anything to worry about in the first place! The other morning, I woke up. But I heard this beautiful reassuring sound, it sounded like my childhood.
Church bells behind the hill? You should be as alive as you can, until you're totally dead!
Science is a joke. Look at the scientific explanation for the origin of life as we know it. No wonder we have creationists, you know, those people - God love them - who tell their children that, you know, originally we all went to school with dinosaurs, or whatever it is that they tell them. And then we all came from monkeys. There must be more than - BANG!
Or the computers which are everywhere which is proof that we like to be watched. On modern technology Perfume is a good example of a product gone all wrong. We're the only organism the planet is actively asking to fuck off! By burning things, and freezing things, and melting things on us!
It's like going past the ocean and seeing it spit out whales, "Fuck off, I've had enough of you! These fingers are from Florence. Yves Saint Laurent himself designed my arse. My nipples are reconstructed from an early unfinished blue print by Coco Chanel, hence their lopsided charm. One of them is on my shoulder. The other five I keep handily between my toes, which, in themselves are a bit embarrassing. On fashion and cosmetic surgery. What do young people have gap years for?
On gap years and life. You know, fucking mornings! What is that about? That time is a huge lie. People running up to you saying, "what do you think? And how do they lure you back into the world, into the human race, into consciousness itself? With the great traditional breakfast!
As eaten here and in Britain and Ireland and lots of other places: Some yummy cereal, mmhmmmm dust with milk! Goody gumdrops, I was up all night fantasizing about fucking fibre. I'd like to be lying face down in a cushion, with my mouth full of chocolate, and something lovely happening to my lower half. Would you like your prize now, or later? Women are not allowed to be seen to enjoy themselves on lots of ways.
The Madonna-Whore-Quotient of a woman. Where is the cake? Cake is the language of love. I don't see any cakes in the building. You know, people say that to you: Gimme a fuckin' eclair. The ultimate human shopping list: You have to have a good relationship with pleasure, Australians seem to, on the whole your approach seems to be to go, "What's that? Ahh, yeah, it's one of those" which is a lot healthier than the Irish one, which is to go, "What's that?
I'll wait till everyone's asleep, then I'll steal it, so nobody will see me enjoy myself and then I won't have to feel ashamed. I can just let the guilt fester for the rest of my life and spend all my remaining years drunk. Don't try to get in, I have blocked the door with huge lumps of turkish delight and I'm listening to showtunes. And it really made me want to cry.
I just thought how old or sick or small do you need to be to need those beans? On warning on cigarettes boxes. And what is the point of putting a picture of the perfectly ordinary Irish smile on the box of cigarettes?
Yeah, Yeah [ edit ] And the thing is woman do have to do all kinds of things themselves. And they lie about it 'cause of all the pressure. Woman go and get their hair made bullet-proof and get the implants. The silly clothes and the stupid shoes everybody wears now. That's not the kind of thing a person does for themselves.
You know what l did for me? I had an eclair inside an eclair. That's the kind of thing you do for yourself. The truth is that women are like chick peas under a psychopath's hat. They can be cherishable and zingy and suprising. But you ask too many questions and you get killed. I can't be a feminist. Just like most women. If women were serious about feminism they would have everything that feminists talk about getting.
Equal pay, you could have that tomorrow! If you're a young man, you know, you live in a sexual tyranny anyway and your penis is Kim Jong. You can have a car crash. You lie in the ditch thinking: I can't quite seem to see it yet".
Your mind keeps churning. You think, "What if this thing happens?! What if that thing happens?! What if they happen together?! What if I lose my job?! I hate my fucking job! But what if I lose it? And worms don't live in a hive, so it already feels unnatural.
You lie in bed, beside your partner Okay, I would be dead. How would they cope? They would be out in the street in half an hour, stealing food from seagulls mouths! They'd have a much nicer, cleaner house! And an improved sense of self-worth.
And inevitably your partner would find somebody within the first days, and begin a tumultuous sexual relationship. They would be having sex a lot in your bed when you were dead! The morning, the afternoon, the evening, and the night time would be the main times they would be having sex, in your bed, when you were dead. Feeding each other lobster with their bare hands, to give each other more energy to try it in new and more demanding ways. When your realise you are lying besides somebody who is waiting for you to die!
And what's more, they're sleeping to make the time go faster. Days are stupid length. They are just long enough to get regret and then you have to go to bed. Trying to sort out their relationship with the definite article.
Throwing darts at their dinner. Mr Cameron and his cube of air. The belief system that if you smiled hard enough into the face of God, you would eventually shit money.
You know what you think, you know where you are on the spectrum Put it down, we should all be nice to one another. Not a sophisticated philosophy, it just says: Do we fuck it or eat it? Now you might be liberal! You could be, I forgot. You could be one of those thoughtful, troublesome people. You are the thing in your kitchen you never use. Something you bought once, while you were out at a market feeling frisky.
They tell you, you can get everything you need from pulses and lentils and things like that. Everything you need, except company, which is not to be had, because you are dying, bent double in a miasma of your own toxic farts.