Saturday Night Jukebox 12/6/21!

It’s important to remain human in these weird vaxxy times we’re living in! What are you listening to tonight?

I’ve just been digging through a bit of old stuff in the CD collection and I found Generation X, Billy Idol‘s band before he did solo stuff. Sorta punk, but better in my opinion:

Some good tunes on here, have a listen.

Before that I was on a bit of Death Magnetic Metallica – maybe it’s something to do with the vaxx, oooohhhh, booga booga LOL:

Lunchtime today I cranked a bit of ol’ Rod Stewart. The “Every Picture Tells A Story” album is bloody good:

Then onto “Rhythm Of My Heart“, a song I’ve always loved since I was about ten years old. The memories do it for me:

After that, cruising to the National Park to go trekking, I was listening to the biggest legend in music – Van “The Man” Morrison. His Latest Record Project is great, and it seems Van ‘gets it’:

What’s that? Alt-right themes? Yes indeed. Van knows that THEY OWN THE MEDIA. I wonder who he could be referring to? Haha:

Have a careful listen to the lyrics:

This song in particular I really love:

Lyrics are rather pertinent:

Western Man has no plan
Since he became complacent
Stopped believing in himself
Let others steal his rewards
While he was dreaming

While he was dreaming
Others were scheming
Doing deals behind his back
Now Western Man is adrift, and under attack
What happened in between?

Now there’s no other bite of the cherry
Unless he’s prepared to fight
Start on a new path to freedom
New path to freedom

The horse has bolted from the stables
Lunatics have taken over the farm
Caretakers have taken over the main house
Plan to start meetings in the forest

Going back to the way it was
Now just seems near impossible
Western Man has no plan
They stole it while, while he was dreaming

Now there’s no other bite
No other bite of the cherry
Unless he’s prepared to fight
Start on a new path to freedom

Horse has bolted from the stables
Lunatics have taken over the farm
Caretakers have taken over the main building

The governors have gone over the wall
Plan to start meetings in the forest
Not going back, not going back to the way it was

Western Man has no plan
Since he became complacent
Stopped believing in himself
And let others steal his rewards
While he was dreaming

While he was dreaming
While he was dreaming
While he was dreaming
While he was dreaming

While he was dreaming
While he was dreaming
Others were scheming
Scheming while he was dreaming

Others were scheming
While he was dreaming
Others were scheming
While he was dreaming

Then I went back to Metallica. Hero Of The Day always inspires me:

Have a good night and never forget to have some enjoyment in your life!

The enemy hates that.

-ETP Admin.

Live Fast or Die Trying…..

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Considering the fact that no-one really gives a fuck about all this pointless blogging and endless repetition; we may as well enjoy ourselves! Listen to some fucking awesome music – Heavy Metal is so often only appreciated by Whites and there is only an odd sprinkling of non-whites among the Genre.

Obviously I’m not talking about my small handful of decent commenters when I mention ‘pointless blogging’ – I appreciate everything you have to say; I just don’t have time or I forget to respond to a few things here and there……

14/88……

– BDL1983

Friday Night – Jukebox (21/6/13)

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That emblem is a bit swastika-like…….

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin’
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said “Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya”
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber
Takin’ my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey…
Oh-oh, ya
Now some men like a fishin’, but some men like the fowlin’
Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin’
But me, I like sleepin’, `specially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya

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I Can’t Remember Anything
Can’t Tell If this Is True or Dream
Deep down Inside I Feel to Scream
this Terrible Silence Stops Me
Now That the War Is Through with Me
I’m Waking up I Can Not See
That There’s Not Much Left of Me
Nothing Is Real but Pain Now

Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me

Back in the Womb its Much Too Real
in Pumps Life That I must Feel
but Can’t Look Forward to Reveal
Look to the Time When I’ll Live
Fed Through the Tube That Sticks in Me
Just like a Wartime Novelty
Tied to Machines That Make Me Be
Cut this Life off from Me

Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me

Now the World Is Gone I’m Just One
Oh God,help Me Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God Help Me

Darkness

Imprisoning Me
All That I See
Absolute Horror
I Cannot Live
I Cannot Die
Trapped in Myself
Body My Holding Cell

Landmine

Has Taken My Sight
Taken My Speech
Taken My Hearing
Taken My Arms
Taken My Legs
Taken My Soul
Left Me with Life in Hell

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So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
and nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
and nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters

Have a grand weekend everyone!!

Cheers to the Winter Solstice!!

Winter Solstice Info

It’s “brass monkey” weather. Here’s why:

In Case You Forgot

CANNON BALLS!!!
It was necessary to keep a good supply of cannon balls near the cannon on old war ships. But how to prevent them from rolling about the deck was the problem. The storage method devised was to stack them as a square based pyramid, with one ball on top, resting on four, resting on nine, which rested on sixteen.
Thus, a supply of 30 cannon balls could be stacked in a small area right next to the cannon. There was only one problem — how to prevent the bottom layer from sliding/rolling from under the others.
The solution was a metal plate with 16 round indentations, called, for reasons unknown, a Monkey. But if this plate were made of iron, the iron balls would quickly rust to it. The solution to the rusting problem was to make them of brass – hence, BrassMonkeys.
Few landlubbers realize that brass contracts much more and much faster than iron when chilled.
Consequently, when the temperature dropped too far, the brass indentations would shrink so much that the iron cannon balls would come right off the monkey.
Thus, it was quite literally, cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. And all this time, most folks thought that was just a vulgar expression?
You must send this fabulous bit of historical knowledge to at least a few intellectual friends.

WINTER SOLSTICE BEER & FIRE NIGHT AWAITS……

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– BDL1983