The rules:
These threads are inspired by Daily song threads that featured Maiden songs.
Random song thread has to have a poll that has 1-10 options for voting.
First user to reply to a Random song thread opens the next thread two days later.
If that user does not want to start the next thread, he can pass that option to the next user.
If no one opens the next thread 4 days after the opening of the previous thread, first user to notice it can open the next thread.
Song picking:
-pick songs you think a majority of forum users will be familiar with, or
-pick songs which are unknown but you think a majority of forum users will like it.
When you open the next thread, repost these rules.
I think it’s safe to start at new one of these.
With the fair number of heavy prog fans on here, I wanted to throw up a tasty slice of Blue Oyster Cult at the height of its mid-‘70s powers.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PDgJpQZae0E
Gets a solid nine from me for its unconventional arrangement, great playing and a fantastic lyric about a biker apocalypse. Needed just a heavier production to push it to a 10.
Raise your can of beer on high
And seal your fate forever
Our best years have passed us by
The Golden Age of Leather
This was the night not long to come
In the year of our Lord A.D.
Where in a desert wayhouse poised on the brink of eternity
Four and ninety studded horsemen closed the knot of honor
As only drunken soldiers can
And passed from man to man
A wanton child too dead to care
That each would find his pleasure as he might
For this fantastic night was billed
As nothing less than the end of an age
A last crusade, a final outrage
In this day of flaccid plumage
And there was worn no cloth but leather
Made supple by years of stinging cinders
And here were seen the scars of age
For age had been the common call
For one last night together…
Dawn colored the sky — the ritual ceased
Some had died — and they were buried with their bikes
Each grabbed a rag — from a man with a sack
Torn strips of color — the red and the black
I came here willingly
And I will go down valiantly
We made a vow: to give it all we had to give
We made a vow: to die as we had lived
They flew the colors, they began to fight
They flailed at each other like bugs at a light
Bodies and bikes beyond repair, smell of oil and gas in the air
Then the wind whipped the desert with a giant hand
And the humans and the Harleys caught the shifting sand
The old ranger weathered the storm
And he topped the rise by the middle of morn
He saw rippled dunes, calm and surreal
And the glint of a solitary shaft of chrome and steel…
Golden Age, Golden Age, Golden Age…
These threads are inspired by Daily song threads that featured Maiden songs.
Random song thread has to have a poll that has 1-10 options for voting.
First user to reply to a Random song thread opens the next thread two days later.
If that user does not want to start the next thread, he can pass that option to the next user.
If no one opens the next thread 4 days after the opening of the previous thread, first user to notice it can open the next thread.
Song picking:
-pick songs you think a majority of forum users will be familiar with, or
-pick songs which are unknown but you think a majority of forum users will like it.
When you open the next thread, repost these rules.
I think it’s safe to start at new one of these.
With the fair number of heavy prog fans on here, I wanted to throw up a tasty slice of Blue Oyster Cult at the height of its mid-‘70s powers.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PDgJpQZae0E
Gets a solid nine from me for its unconventional arrangement, great playing and a fantastic lyric about a biker apocalypse. Needed just a heavier production to push it to a 10.
Raise your can of beer on high
And seal your fate forever
Our best years have passed us by
The Golden Age of Leather
This was the night not long to come
In the year of our Lord A.D.
Where in a desert wayhouse poised on the brink of eternity
Four and ninety studded horsemen closed the knot of honor
As only drunken soldiers can
And passed from man to man
A wanton child too dead to care
That each would find his pleasure as he might
For this fantastic night was billed
As nothing less than the end of an age
A last crusade, a final outrage
In this day of flaccid plumage
And there was worn no cloth but leather
Made supple by years of stinging cinders
And here were seen the scars of age
For age had been the common call
For one last night together…
Dawn colored the sky — the ritual ceased
Some had died — and they were buried with their bikes
Each grabbed a rag — from a man with a sack
Torn strips of color — the red and the black
I came here willingly
And I will go down valiantly
We made a vow: to give it all we had to give
We made a vow: to die as we had lived
They flew the colors, they began to fight
They flailed at each other like bugs at a light
Bodies and bikes beyond repair, smell of oil and gas in the air
Then the wind whipped the desert with a giant hand
And the humans and the Harleys caught the shifting sand
The old ranger weathered the storm
And he topped the rise by the middle of morn
He saw rippled dunes, calm and surreal
And the glint of a solitary shaft of chrome and steel…
Golden Age, Golden Age, Golden Age…
