Round One!

[Jadeelf]

I have to heartily agree with Legion on this one.

Coldplay = SUCK  

[NECRO DISASTER]

I wanted to kill you when you included Puddle of Mudd in the list of great bands. I wanted to stab you for that...  

[Jadeelf]

You guys just like a** bands in general. I mean, seriously. there's better American music out there. I promisse you.

You both ought to die. 3nodding  

[NECRO DISASTER]

Hey, I introduced you to Dream Theater... (of which I have plenty more if you want it).  

[Mr Legion]

Jadeelf

You guys just like a** bands in general. I mean, seriously. there's better American music out there. I promisse you.

You both ought to die. 3nodding

Heyhey, I like some American bands. The Killers, despite their awful awful awful lyrics, can carry a good tune. Pixies, RHCP...y'know, actually looking at my music collection I do seem to have way more contemporary European music than American. I hadn't noticed before. confused  

[NECRO DISASTER]

I have much more American music than European, Dream Theater, Yngwie Malmsteen (even though he is from Sweden), Eric Johnson, A Perfect Circle...

European, let's see now, well, lots of Pink Floyd, some Rammstein, eh...that's the trouble with a music collection as large as mine, you forget what you have.  

[Jadeelf]

A Perfect Circle is all right, but that is only due to the fact that Maynard is a god in his own right.

You kids ought to listen to The Decemberists and/or The Long Winters, for litterary rock makes me smile. A lot.

A sample:

Mariner's Revenge Song by The Decemberists:

We are two mariners
A ship's soul survivours
In this belly of a whale
Its ribs are ceiling beams
Its guts are carpeting,
I guess we have some time to kill

You may not remember me
I was a child of three
And you a lad of eighteen,
But I remember you
And I will relate to you
How our histories enweave
At the time you were a rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money on the whores and hounds
(Oh-oh,)

You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widdowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you prooved a bed-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch
(Oh-oh,)

And then you dissappeared
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And so the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind

Then one day in Spring
My dear sweet mother died
But before she did I took her hand
As she dying cried:
(oh-oh,)

find him, bind him
tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters
drag him to a hole until he wakes up naked
clawing at the ceiling of his grave

It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But never once in the employ of these holy men
Did I ever once stood my mind
From the thought of revenge
(oh-oh,)

One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a peneton whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
(Who matched you toe to tip,)
Was known for wanton cruelty
The following day
I shipped to sea with a privateer
And in the whistle of the wind
I could almost hear
(oh-oh)

find him, bind him
tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters
drag him to a hole until he wakes up naked
clawing at the ceiling of his grave

there is one thing I must say to you
as you sail across the sea
always your mother will watch over you
as you avenge this wicked deed

And then that fateful night
We had tyo in our sight
After twenty months at sea
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook
The sky went black
And the captain quailed
And before us grew
The angry jaws of a giant whale

*cue screams of pain, etc.*

Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But oh what providence!
What devine intelligence
That you should survive as well as me

It gives my heart great joy
To see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close
And I will whisper the last words you'll hear
(oh-oh,)

*end schene*

...Come on, you know you dug that.  

[Belladonna from Whitwell]

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[Jadeelf]

No, really, The Decemberists are a real honest to goodness band, and actually my new favourite. (for obvious reasons)

(Check them out!!!)

You would do yourself a great service to pick up Picaresque, which is their newest album.