GRAVEYARD - Breathe In Breathe Out (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

I Graveyard featuring Santana, but Santana doesn't know it.

I've read all over that "6" is weak. No, it's just older and more country and extremely American (which maybe yes, in Swedish is Phiåkko)
 
The Young Gods ☆ Skin Flowers

Ingrandisci questa immagine

You will see, there, you bumpkins, the cool records in lush vinyl printed in the Pleistocene.
And still with the cellophane on.
 
Pretenders - Talk Of The Town - Acoustic

She doesn't know how much I care for her.
 
allen ginsberg - holy (music)

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand
and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is
holy! everyday is in eternity! Every man's an
angel!
The bum's as holy as the seraphim! the madman is
holy as you my soul are holy!
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is
holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy
Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cas-
sady holy the unknown buggered and suffering
beggars holy the hideous human angels!
Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks
of the grandfathers of Kansas!
Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop
apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana
hipsters peace & junk & drums!
Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy
the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the
mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the
middle class! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebell-
ion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!
Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria &
Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow
Holy Istanbul!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the
clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy
the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!
Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the
locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucina-
tions holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the
abyss!
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours!
bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent
kindness of the soul!
 
Thee Michelle Gun Elephant - (PV) Baby Stardust

SMOKIN' BILLY

Well… here they break your ass and you enjoy it like a madman/madwoman

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George Benson - This Masquerade

Musicians with balls. This is Music. Goodnight ✨
 
Carte Blanche
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

Along with The United States of America by Joseph Byrd & Doroty Moskovitz, one of the most avant-garde groups of the 60s.
 
The Blues Mystery - Back To The Dirty Town
this is a masterpiece. listen to that music. what a thing
 
Annie Lennox - Summertime (Live)

Annie, some time ago, released a jazz album called Standard's Jazz, which I know I've mentioned before, but it doesn’t matter.
On this album, there’s a version of "Strange Fruit" that momentarily made me waver in my personal belief that NO ONE can sing Billie’s songs, especially that particular one. Because it’s HERS.

She stole her own life, and not solely due to her own fault - as @[IlConte] described in one of the most beautiful (chilling) pages ever written here - and it didn’t seem right to dare to make any comparison. To avoid hurting her more than she has already been.

So this Super Standard, which everyone has played, seemed more suitable; especially for those who don’t like Jazz.

Two piano chords, then those wonderful strings, underscored by the incredible spleen of that amazing voice possessed by the lanceolate creature of...
I can’t remember now where she was born: and if I step out of here (smartphone) to go check, I’m not sure I’ll find my way back.

The Swippo, you know.
 
Chelsea Hotel - Leonard Cohen

“Miss, are you waiting for someone?”, Janis smiles… no one has ever called her ‘miss’…

“I’m waiting for my friend Kris Kristofferson,” the girl replies…

“You’re lucky, miss, I am Kris Kristofferson,” Leonard says to her, smiling…
“I remembered you taller,” she laughs genuinely joyfully, Janis…

Legend has it that they don’t say anything more… they take the elevator and go up to her at 411.

A few years later, Cohen will dedicate this song to her with tones, for him, it is said unusually raw and cynical… as if he feared of seeming too romantic…

“You told me you preferred beautiful men but that for me you would make an exception”…

He, the greatest songwriter after or along with Dylan, she the greatest white Blues singer. She destroyed by anguish and frustration of not being understood and accepted. Of being ugly, awkward, with crooked legs and pimples. She feels good only on stage, when she repeats that she feels like making love to thousands of people… only to go home always alone.

A story of love and sex, as it happened in those years. Sudden and deep at the same time… two very different people who found each other… by God…

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