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| Rise Against "Re-education" LiveFri, 21 Nov 2008 23:53:38 -0800 by Cullowee2Rise Against performing "Re-Education (Through Labor)" Live at the Congress Theatre Chicago IL 11/21/2008. Rise Against is from Chicago, Illinois and was formed in 1999. Their current line-up consists of four members: Tim McIlrath (vocals, guitar), Joe Principe (bass guitar), Brandon Barnes (drums), and Zach Blair (guitar). This song is supposedly about labor violations occurring in China. Related: rise against chicago tim mcilrath |
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| Don McLean - Vincent - MalvasioFri, 21 Nov 2008 23:38:41 -0800 by Malvasio2Wonderful song about Van Gogh by Don McLean, a little out of my range but with some Malvasionization, all is possibleVincent Starrystarry nightpaint your palette blue and greylook out on a summer's daywith eyes that know thedarkness in my soul.Shadows on the hillssketch the trees and the daffodilscatch the breeze and the winter chillsin colors on the snowy linen land.And now I understand what you tried to say to mehow you suffered for your sanityhow you tried to set them free.They would not listenthey did not know howperhaps they'll listen now.Starrystarry nightflaming flo'rs that brightly blazeswirling clouds in violet haze reflect inVincent's eyes of China blue.Colors changing huemorning fields of amber grainweathered faces lined in painare soothed beneath the artist'sloving hand.And now I understand what you tried to say to mehow you suffered for your sanityhow you tried to set them free.perhaps they'll listen now.For they could not love youbut still your love was trueand when no hope was left in sight on that starrystarry night.You took your lifeas lovers often do;But I could have told youVincentthis world was nevermeant for oneas beautiful as you.Starrystarry nightportraits hung in empty hallsframeless heads on nameless wallswith eyesthat watch the world and can't forget.Like the stranger that you've metthe ragged men in ragged clothesthe silver thorn of bloddy roselie crushed and brokenon the virgin snow.And now I think I know what you tried to say to mehow you suffered for your sanityhow you tried to set them free.They would not listenthey're notlist'ning stillperhaps they never will. Related: don mclean vincent malvasio |
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