Best music opening line of all time

Our dad would send us to our room
He'd be the voice of doom
He said that we would thank him later
All day he was solid as a rock
But by eight o'clock
We'd be crumbling
One night
My brother Joe and me
Climbed down the family tree
That grew outside our bedroom window
We ran though we knew it couldn't last
Running from the past
From things that we were born to be

Top band ive missed them this year, but next year they will rtn. Ive seen them at the old Wembley, there biggest concert and the smallest top band
 
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun

One of my fave bands, heard this on " havent heard it in ages " on absolute radio rock today.
 
'What do you do?
What do you do in the bath?
Oh, what do you do, in the bath?
Oh, what do you do, in the bath?
What do you do, in the bath?' -

Lemon Jelly. - I.
 
'Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your innerspace boy
You had
hands girl boy
and steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I've grown so close to you
Boy and you just groan boy
She said comeover comeover
She smiled at you boy.
Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your innerspace boy
You had
hands girl boy
and steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I've grown so close to you
Boy and you just groan boy
She said comeover comeover
She smiled at you boy.
Let your feelings slip boy
But never your mask boy
Random blonde bio high density rhythm
Blonde boy blonde country blonde high density
You are my drug boy…'

Born Slippy - yassss!!!!! - arms in the air - happy days - I.

@Mr. Blonde @isaiah53
 
'Control- featuring LeftField' - edit - banging - bangin' - I mean totally bangin' - shame you don't get decent pills these days. Thank god those days are behind me - I don't have the energy anymore - but - certain tunes - take you back. I don't remember anybody being aggressive on pills - ever - alcohol - perfectly legal - lots of fights. The worst that would happen - with proper MDMA - I love you man - yes I love you too - big hugs. Let's get back to the dancing. Times change. I absolutely do not advocate the use of illegal drugs - I did - but not now - ye canny get decent pills these days. :) - the weed is all hydroponic - not good. Too strong. Never smoke anything named after a Jimi Hendrix album - I made that mistake in Amsterdam once - I nearly fell in a canal and the risk of drowning was very real - bad ju ju - Not good at all. I would like to say again for the record - drugs are bad - don't take them kids - particularly shite drugs - don't do coke - currently there is very little coke in it - when it is good - any drug that makes you think you are witty, fascinating and interesting - is wrong - don't do speed - hallucinogenics - mushrooms - if you must - natural - at least - as long as you pick the right ones. From the very origins of homo sapiens - we - as a species - have taken the opportunity - to get off our tits - it has been a constant - you can't argue with that - ecstacis - from the Greek - ancient - to step out side - to leave - pass through a doorway - it is a constant in the human condition. Don't take drugs kids. I

@Mr. Blonde @isaiah53
 
Digimonkey said:
'Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your innerspace boy
You had
hands girl boy
and steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I've grown so close to you
Boy and you just groan boy
She said comeover comeover
She smiled at you boy.
Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your innerspace boy
You had
hands girl boy
and steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I've grown so close to you
Boy and you just groan boy
She said comeover comeover
She smiled at you boy.
Let your feelings slip boy
But never your mask boy
Random blonde bio high density rhythm
Blonde boy blonde country blonde high density
You are my drug boy…'

Born Slippy - yassss!!!!! - arms in the air - happy days - I.

@Mr. Blonde @isaiah53
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Born slippy, now that takes me back to pre covid days clubbing in the 90s
 
Digimonkey said:
'Control- featuring LeftField' - edit - banging - bangin' - I mean totally bangin' - shame you don't get decent pills these days. Thank god those days are behind me - I don't have the energy anymore - but - certain tunes - take you back. I don't remember anybody being aggressive on pills - ever - alcohol - perfectly legal - lots of fights. The worst that would happen - with proper MDMA - I love you man - yes I love you too - big hugs. Let's get back to the dancing. Times change. I absolutely do not advocate the use of illegal drugs - I did - but not now - ye canny get decent pills these days. :) - the weed is all hydroponic - not good. Too strong. Never smoke anything named after a Jimi Hendrix album - I made that mistake in Amsterdam once - I nearly fell in a canal and the risk of drowning was very real - bad ju ju - Not good at all. I would like to say again for the record - drugs are bad - don't take them kids - particularly shite drugs - don't do coke - currently there is very little coke in it - when it is good - any drug that makes you think you are witty, fascinating and interesting - is wrong - don't do speed - hallucinogenics - mushrooms - if you must - natural - at least - as long as you pick the right ones. From the very origins of homo sapiens - we - as a species - have taken the opportunity - to get off our tits - it has been a constant - you can't argue with that - ecstacis - from the Greek - ancient - to step out side - to leave - pass through a doorway - it is a constant in the human condition. Don't take drugs kids. I

@Mr. Blonde @isaiah53
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Madness! I got so high I once ate a Pot Noodle.
 
Let's take it down a bit -

'Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you
Jolene'

Yours - I.
 
Maya Angelou reading her poem and set to music by Buckshot LeFonque...

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

 
Missoni said:
Maya Angelou reading her poem and set to music by Buckshot LeFonque...

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

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Nice - and so terribly relevant -

'Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree to drop'

Let's make America racist again - not that it wasn't already - Donald is doing fine - on his own - his wife - trolled out last week - I have seen and photographed enough battered and abused women in my life - to know that look - dead behind the eyes - the product of an abusive relationship. Biden? - another elderly, rich white man - not sure how that is going to help. Michelle Obama for president - the only solution. George Washington had slaves - commonly - and conveniently forgotten. So did Lincoln - granted he manumitted them. An entire country based on immigration. Tell that to the native Americans. They must be pissing themselves laughing - about black lives matter - all lives matter. Sorry - politics - we don't do that - I.

Oh - I just don't get it - if you were a cop in America - why would you shoot black people - or anybody - for that matter - for no reason? The eyes of the world are on you. Everybody has an IPhone - I will see your crime on channel 4 news within hours. Go figure.
 
'I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's Capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check; a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.

Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?"
We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.

We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.

We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for whites only."

We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote.

No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exhalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I will go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning, "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrims' pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that; let freedom ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

August the 28th 1963 - not much has changed - I.

@Missoni
 
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