[LINUX]

There are a lot of forum members that I have met over the past 6 months and I know there are about a hundred more I will meet over the coming years with all my travels.

Suppose that we were having a glass of whiskey and smoking a cigar and I asked you about your life in order to get a sense of who you are and what you're about. You can not tell me anything about you audibly but you could play me one song on Youtube that defines your life and I had to put the puzzle together on my own.

What song would it be?

[nek]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3a7cHPy04s8

I can't get it to post properly. But it's "satisfaction" by the Rolling Stones. Not really even a fan, but yeah, this song describes me.

[Cr33pin]

(05-01-2015 05:54 PM)LINUX Wrote:  

There are a lot of forum members that I have met over the past 6 months and I know there are about a hundred more I will meet over the coming years with all my travels.

Suppose that we were having a glass of whiskey and smoking a cigar and I asked you about your life in order to get a sense of who you are and what you're about. You can not tell me anything about you audibly but you could play me one song on Youtube that defines your life and I had to put the puzzle together on my own.

What song would it be?

You can't start a thread like this without listing the song that you would choose jaja.

This is the first song that came to mind so I'm going to roll with it.

Hotel California by The Eagles would be a strong candidate to.

[Oz.]

(05-01-2015 06:30 PM)Cr33pin Wrote:  

You can't start a thread like this without listing the song that you would choose jaja.

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[aphelion]

[Ronald Reagan]

I think this about sums me up. Especially the song title.

Or this

Can't pick which one.

[Spectrumwalker]

First one to come to mind.

I didn't know I was lost. Hope I get a chance to travel the world, but I don't have any plans. I can't tell where the journey will end.

Yup. Life was passing me by. Fortunately I woke up.

[scotian]

The Idiot by Stan Rogers, this song sums me up pretty good, its by a Canadian folk artist and about a guy from the east coast of Canada who moves out west to work in the oil industry:

So I bid farewell to the Eastern town
I never more will see
But work I must so I eat this dust
And breathe refinery
Oh I miss the green and the woods and streams
And I don't like cowboy clothes
But I like being free and that makes me
An idiot, I suppose.

So come all you fine young fellows
Who've been beaten to the ground
This western life's no paradise,
But it's better than lying down.
Oh the streets aren't clean, and there's nothing green,
And the hills are dirty brown,
But the government dole will rot your soul
Back there in your home town.

[Cr33pin]

I feel like the main 3 themes from this thread are going to be:
1. Songs about not giving a fuck or just being a badass
2. Songs about people who are never quite satisfied and always searching for something better.
3. Songs about rambling around from city to city, country to country, ect...

[LINUX]

(05-01-2015 06:30 PM)Cr33pin Wrote:  

You can't start a thread like this without listing the song that you would choose jaja.

Fair enough.

I often feel like the old man that this song is about, sitting in the hospital room, waiting to die alone, hoping that this life isn't all there is, wondering what I need to say or who I need to pray to, to get to heaven.

That's the context I take from it. Lyrics can mean many different things.

[Avon Barksdale]

[scotian]

Linux here's a song that describes your life in Colombia: El Serrucho (The Saw)

Its full of big booty Colombian models, the guy is basically referring to his dick as a saw saying "tonight I'm giving the saw, the saw the saw" and "I'm your carpenter ahi mama ahi mama", its a bit vulgar, which is par for the course for a Costeno champeta guy, it was the official song of the Carnaval de Barranquilla last year.

[Conscious Pirate]

No words needed.

[Rutting Elephant]

[Slim Shady]

Too easy.

And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
It just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

[Cr33pin]

It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth's like diamonds in the sun,
And diamonds are forever

I dont know about you guys but the though of being old is unsettling to me. Its not like I want to die young though, its like I just want to be....Forever Young see what I did thur

[SteveMcMahon]

Before I take my crazy pills in the morning:

30 minutes and a cup of black coffee later:

[Slim Shady]

On a more serious note, I was thinking about this question on my travels last Summer. There are a few songs that could work: Roadhouse Blues or Break on Through by The Doors

However, I remember that it was Visions of Johanna by Bob Dylan that almost perfectly described my thoughts, especially the verse I quote below.

Is this beta?

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
Oh, how can I explain ?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.

[Dr. Howard]

Kate is Great, Bouncing Souls. It fits Cr33pin's rambler guess, but is more of the regretful rambler. I feel like an alien when I go back to places I lived in 5, 10 years ago, as a teenager and a kid.

I used to have a home with a room and a bed,
A porch and a driveway and a big garage.
But I traded it in, I kept some faith,
Laid my head down every night.
And it seems so far away, seems so far away.
Remember me now, 'cause things always change.
Five long years are gone.
I've done some time, sleeping where I fall,
I know I'll never be the same.
I learned some things about the places I saw,
I learned some things about myself.
Guess I learned the hard way,
Now I know what counts.
I've got one prayer, it's in your confidance.
I know all the places I don't want to be.
Everyone's gone, there's no one, just me.

[philosophical_recovery]

Must be listened to for the full effect:

Edit: Dammit I couldn't pick just one:

[DickDastardly]

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[AldoKelevra]

[vinman]

(05-01-2015 07:14 PM)Ronald Reagan Wrote:  

I think this about sums me up. Especially the song title.

Ronald Reagan beat me to it.

[MongolianAbroad]

(05-01-2015 07:51 PM)Cr33pin Wrote:  

It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth's like diamonds in the sun,
And diamonds are forever

I dont know about you guys but the though of being old is unsettling to me. Its not like I want to die young though, its like I just want to be....Forever Young see what I did thur

Beautiful song.

I can pass for ten years younger, and I agree, youth is priceless...but for those of you guys that can't do that anymore, just remember...

A man is only as old as the woman he feels.

[MongolianAbroad]

Mandalay, a poem by Rudyard Kipling. I nominate this song as the Rooshv Forum theme song. It almost brings a tear to my eye every time I listen to it again, reminding me of the joys of the East...how I long to return. Those of us Westerners that have lived abroad will understand.

Guys, the road we adventurers travel has ruts that run deep, hundreds, if not thousands of years deep:

Quote:

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the Temple-bells they say:
"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"

Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin' fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China
'crost the Bay!

'Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green,
An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat - jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen,
An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot,
An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot:

Bloomin' idol made o' mud -
Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd -
Plucky lot she cared for idols
When I kissed 'er where she stud!
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin' fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China
'crost the Bay!

When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow,
She'd git 'er little banjo and she'd sing "Kulla-lo-lo!"
With 'er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek agin my cheek
We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis pilin' teak.

Elephants a-pilin' teak
In the sludgy, squdgy creek,
Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin' fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China
'crost the Bay!

But that's all above be'ind me - long ago an' fur away,
An' there ain't no buses runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay;
An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:
"If you've 'eard the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed naught else."

No! You won't 'eed nothin' else
But them spicy garlic smells,
An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly Temple-bells;
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin' fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China
'crost the Bay!

I am sick o' wastin' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones,
An' the blasted English drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;
Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,
An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but what do they understand?

Beefy face an' grubby 'and -
Law! Wot do they understand?
I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin' fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China
'crost the Bay!

Ship me somewhere's east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst;
For the Temple-bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be ---
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea;

On the road to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay,
With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin' fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China
'crost the Bay!

Give it a listen, I promise you won't be disappointed. It was written in 1890, over a hundred years ago, by Rudyard Kipling, after having returned from Asia. He came down with a serious case of PSAD (see: http://www.rooshvforum.network/thread-46927.html), longing for the women of the East, in love with their slimness and femininity, as opposed to the British women back home who were, in his words, "beefy faced and grubby."

Hahaha!

The more things change, guys, the more they stay the same...