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Home Sweet Home - Motley Crue
You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart is of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn't come home low
Just when things went right
Doesn't mean they're always wrong
Just take this song and you'll never feel
Left all alone
Take me to your heart
Feel me in your bones
Just one more night
And I'm comin' off this long and winding road
(chorus)
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight, tonight
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
Home sweet home
You know that I've seen
Too many romantic dreams
Up in lights, falling off the silver screen
My heart is like an open book
For the whole world to read
Sometimes nothing keeps together at the seams
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight, tonight
I'm on my way, just set me free
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
Home sweet home (yeah)
I'm on my way, just set me free
Home sweet home <!--ringtones and media links -->(That's the place I wanna be...)
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Originally posted by Master -_-:
how is the album or songs? any reviews?
Reviewed from the RollingStone mag....
David FrickeLet's get right to it: The first Guns n' Roses album of new, original songs since the first Bush administration is a great, audacious, unhinged and uncompromising hard-rock record. In other words, it sounds a lot like the Guns n' Roses you know. At times, it's the clenched-fist five that made 1987's perfect storm, Appetite for Destruction; more often, it's the one sprawled across the maxed-out CDs of 1991's Use Your Illusion I and II, but here compressed into a convulsive single disc of supershred guitars, orchestral fanfares, hip-hop electronics, metallic tabernacle choirs and Axl Rose's still-virile, rusted-siren singing.
If Rose ever had a moment's doubt or repentance over what Chinese Democracy has cost him in time (13 years), money (14 studios are listed in the credits) and body count — including the exit of every other founding member of the band — he left no room for it in these 14 songs. "I bet you think I'm doin' this all for my health," Rose cracks through the saturation-bombing guitars in "I.R.S.," one of several glancing references on the album to what he knows a lot of people think of him: that Rose, now 46, has spent the last third of his life running off the rails, in half-light. But when he snaps, "All things are possible/I am unstoppable," in the thumper "Scraped," that's not loony hubris — just a good old rock & roll "fuck you," the kind that made him and the old band hot and famous in the first place.
Something else Rose broadcasts over and over on Chinese Democracy: Restraint is for suckers. There is plenty of familiar guitar firepower — the stabbing-dagger lick that opens the first track, "Chinese Democracy," the sand-devil fuzz in "Riad N' the Bedouins" and the looping squeals over the grand anguish of "Street of Dreams." But what Slash and Izzy Stradlin used to do with two guitars now takes a wall of 'em. On some tracks, Rose has up to five guys — Robin Finck, Buckethead, Paul Tobias, Ron "Bumblefoot" Thal and Richard Fortus — riffing and soloing in broad, saw-toothed blurs. And that's no drag. I still think the wild, superstuffed "Oh My God" — the early Chinese Democracy track wasted on the 1999 End of Days soundtrack — beats everything on Guns n' Roses' 1993 covers album, The Spaghetti Incident?
Most of these songs also go through multiple U-turns in personality, as if Rose kept trying new approaches to a hook or a bridge and then decided, "What the hell, they're all cool." "Better" starts with what sounds like hip-hop voicemail — severely pinched guitar, drum machine and a near-falsetto Rose ("No one ever told me when/I was alone/They just thought I'd know better") — before blowing up into vintage Sunset Strip wallop. "If the World" has Buckethead plucking acoustic Spanish guitar over a blaxploitation-film groove, while Rose shows that he still holds a long-breath vowel — part torture victim, part screaming jet — like no other rock singer.
And there is so much going on in "There Was a Time" — strings and Mellotron, a full-strength choir and Rose's overdubbed sour-growl harmonies, wah-wah guitar and a false ending (more choir) — that it's easy to believe Rose spent most of the past decade on that arrangement alone. But it is never a mess, more like a loud mass of bad memories and hard lessons. In the first lines, Rose goes back to a beginning much like his own — "Broken glass and cigarettes/ Writin' on the wall/It was a bargain for the summer/An' I thought I had it all" — then piles on the wreckage along with the orchestra and guitars. By the end, it's one big melt of missing and kiss-off ("If I could go back in time . . . But I don't want to know it now"). If this is the Guns n' Roses that Rose kept hearing in his head all this time, it is obvious why two guitars, bass and drums were never going to be enough.
It is plain, too, that he thinks this Guns n' Roses is a band, as much as the one that recorded "Welcome to the Jungle," "Sweet Child O' Mine," "Used to Love Her" and "Civil War." The voluminous credits that come with Chinese Democracy certainly give detailed credit where it is due. My favorite: "Initial arrangement suggestions: Youth on 'Madagascar." Rose takes the big one — "Lyrics N' Melodies by Axl Rose" — but shares full-song bylines with other players on all but one track. Bassist Tommy Stinson plays on nearly every song, and keyboardist Dizzy Reed, the only survivor from the Illusion lineup, does the Elton John-style piano honors on "Street of Dreams."
But Rose still sings a lot about the power of sheer, solitary will even when he throws himself into a bigger fight, like "Chinese Democracy." In "Madagascar," which Rose has played live for several years now, he samples both Dr. Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" speech and dialogue from Cool Hand Luke. And at the end of the album, on the bluntly titled "Prostitute," Rose veers from an almost conversational tenor, over a ticking-bomb shuffle, to five-guitar barrage, orchestral lightning and righteous howl: "Ask yourself/Why I would choose/To prostitute myself/To live with fortune and shame." To him, the long march to Chinese Democracy was not about paranoia and control. It was about saying "I won't" when everyone else insisted, "You must." You may debate whether any rock record is worth that extreme self-indulgence. Actually, the most rock & roll thing about Chinese Democracy is he doesn't care if you do.
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Originally posted by Trump_Card:
SIC : http://rapidshare.com/files/165001620/GNRCS2008BMEDIA.rar
download it quick before it gets taken down
its been taken down...
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Fairies in their flower skirts,
Floating on a breeze,
Dancing through the summer days,
Sprinkling all the leaves,
Caring for the flowers
And dusting all the trees,
They carry little bags of gold
To dust the flower seeds.
Skipping through the forest
To a merry little song,
Water lilies open up
Their petals to belong,
Distant mountains fade in mist,
Against the summer sun,
Dew drops linger hesitantly,
Shimmering as they run.Golden drops of honey
Form against a fallen tree,
While fairies sprinkle fairy dust,
Upon the honeybee's,
Eyes that shine with mischief,
As they lick their lips and grin
They hold a secret in their hands,
And lick their lips again.
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Photograph - Nickelback
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh.
How did our eyes get so red,
and what the hell is on Joey's head?
This is where I grew up,
I think the present owner fixed it up.
I never knew we ever went without,
the second floor is hard for sneaking out.
This is where I went to school,
most of the time had better things to do.
Criminal record says I broke in twice,
I must've done it half a dozen times.
Wonder if it's too late,
should I go back and try to graduate?
Life's better now than it was back then,
if I was them I wouldn't let me in.
Every memory of looking out the back door,
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor.
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door,
I found the photo of the friend I was looking for.
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Remember the old arcade,
blew every dollar that we ever made.
The cops hated us hanging out
They said someone went and burned it down.
We used to listen to the radio
and sing along with every song we know.
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
to sing with more than just a steering wheel.
Kim's the first girl I kissed,
I was so nervous that I nearly missed.
She's had a couple kids since then,
I haven't seen her since God knows when.
Every memory of looking out the back door,
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor.
It's hard to say it,
Time to say it,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door,
I found the photo of the friend I was looking for.
It's hard to say it,
Time to say it,
Goodbye, goodbye.
I miss that town, I miss the faces.
Can't care to erase, Can't care to replace it.
I miss it now, I can't believe it,
So hard to stay, too hard to leave it.
I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change.
Every memory of looking out the back door,
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor.
It's hard to say it,
Time to say it,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door,
I found the photo of the friend I was looking for.
It's hard to say it,
Time to say it,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh.
Every time I do it makes me... <!--ringtones and media links -->(good or bad memories, photographs say it all...)
Edited by NeverSayGoodBye 22 Nov `08, 6:01PM
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Sometimes you can't make it on your own - U2
Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough
You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
We fight all the time
You and I
That’s alright, we’re the same soul
I don’t need, I don’t need to hear you say
That if we weren’t so alike
You’d like me a whole lot more
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
I know that we don’t talk
I’m sick of it all
Can you hear me when I sing?
You're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me
Where are we now?
Still gotta let you know
A house still does not make a home
Don’t leave me here alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
Best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own(treasure your loved ones, its now or never..)
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