Page 57 of 122 FirstFirst ... 747555657585967107 ... LastLast
Results 841 to 855 of 1821
  1. #841
    Join Date
    Sep 2014
    Location
    At your Six
    Posts
    16,429
    Thanks (Given)
    24430
    Thanks (Received)
    11203
    Likes (Given)
    6054
    Likes (Received)
    4653
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    0
    Mentioned
    26 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    13945534

    Default

    Quote Originally Posted by aboutime View Post
    Thanks Man. Great Classic memories. Almost got a little "Misty"...as Maynard G. Krepps would say!

    Anyone remember Maynard?

    Someone asked him what the "G" stood for, and he said "Walter!"

    *I remember well and understand....different times overall in our country.....



  2. Thanks aboutime thanked this post
  3. #842
    Join Date
    May 2008
    Location
    Missouri
    Posts
    8,256
    Thanks (Given)
    951
    Thanks (Received)
    3923
    Likes (Given)
    0
    Likes (Received)
    0
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    0
    Mentioned
    22 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    4457673

    Default

    Quote Originally Posted by aboutime View Post
    LongTerm. There ya go! Instantly reminded me of MIAMI VICE! Phil Collins music made that show.

    Thanks!
    hey pal. i never missed an episode. every Friday night before hittin' the bars !!!!


    Last edited by namvet; 06-30-2015 at 03:59 PM.

  4. Thanks LongTermGuy, aboutime thanked this post
  5. #843
    Join Date
    Aug 2014
    Location
    THE Heart of America
    Posts
    1,330
    Thanks (Given)
    3069
    Thanks (Received)
    2255
    Likes (Given)
    44
    Likes (Received)
    18
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    0
    Mentioned
    13 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    3374696

    Default

    I love this song so much.



    Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
    I could see the city light
    Wind was blowing, time stood still
    Eagle flew out of the night
    He was something to observe
    Came in close, I heard a voice
    Standing, stretching every nerve
    I had to listen had no choice
    I did not believe the information
    I just had to trust imagination
    My heart going boom, boom, boom
    Son, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home

    To keep in silence I resigned
    My friends would think I was a nut
    Turning water into wine
    Open doors would soon be shut
    So I went from day to day
    Though my life was in a rut
    Till I thought of what I'd say
    And which connection I should cut
    I was feeling part of the scenery
    I walked right out of the machinery
    My heart going boom, boom, boom
    Son, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home

    When illusion spin her net
    I'm never where I want to be
    And liberty she pirouette
    When I think that I am free
    Watched by empty silhouettes
    Close their eyes but still can see
    No one taught them etiquette
    So I will show another me
    Today I don't need a replacement
    I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
    My heart going boom, boom, boom
    Hey, I said, you can keep my things they've come to take me home

    Come back home
    Come back home
    Come back home
    Last edited by PixieStix; 06-30-2015 at 08:30 PM.
    We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language, for we intend to see that the crucible turns our people out as Americans, of American nationality, and not as dwellers in a polyglot boarding-house; and we have room for but one soul loyalty, and that is loyalty to the American people. ~Theodore Roosevelt~

  6. Thanks LongTermGuy, Loralei, Drummond thanked this post
  7. #844
    Join Date
    Jun 2015
    Location
    Ohio
    Posts
    67
    Thanks (Given)
    82
    Thanks (Received)
    131
    Likes (Given)
    0
    Likes (Received)
    0
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    0
    Mentioned
    0 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    112723

    Default


  8. Thanks LongTermGuy, Drummond thanked this post
  9. #845
    Join Date
    Oct 2014
    Posts
    2,343
    Thanks (Given)
    243
    Thanks (Received)
    1256
    Likes (Given)
    0
    Likes (Received)
    0
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    0
    Mentioned
    12 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    1282389

    Default


  10. Thanks LongTermGuy, Drummond thanked this post
  11. #846
    Join Date
    May 2008
    Location
    Missouri
    Posts
    8,256
    Thanks (Given)
    951
    Thanks (Received)
    3923
    Likes (Given)
    0
    Likes (Received)
    0
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    0
    Mentioned
    22 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    4457673

    Default


  12. Thanks PixieStix, Drummond, indago, aboutime thanked this post
  13. #847
    Join Date
    May 2008
    Location
    Missouri
    Posts
    8,256
    Thanks (Given)
    951
    Thanks (Received)
    3923
    Likes (Given)
    0
    Likes (Received)
    0
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    0
    Mentioned
    22 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    4457673

    Default


  14. Thanks LongTermGuy thanked this post
  15. #848
    Join Date
    May 2015
    Location
    Russia, Moscow
    Posts
    2,812
    Thanks (Given)
    1365
    Thanks (Received)
    1426
    Likes (Given)
    477
    Likes (Received)
    176
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    1
    Mentioned
    22 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    2916541

    Default

    Indifferent alike to praise or blame
    Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
    Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
    Nor casting pearls to swine.
    (A.Pushkin)

  16. Thanks Drummond thanked this post
  17. #849
    Join Date
    May 2015
    Location
    Russia, Moscow
    Posts
    2,812
    Thanks (Given)
    1365
    Thanks (Received)
    1426
    Likes (Given)
    477
    Likes (Received)
    176
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    1
    Mentioned
    22 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    2916541

    Default

    Indifferent alike to praise or blame
    Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
    Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
    Nor casting pearls to swine.
    (A.Pushkin)

  18. Thanks Drummond thanked this post
  19. #850
    Join Date
    May 2015
    Location
    Russia, Moscow
    Posts
    2,812
    Thanks (Given)
    1365
    Thanks (Received)
    1426
    Likes (Given)
    477
    Likes (Received)
    176
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    1
    Mentioned
    22 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    2916541

    Default

    Indifferent alike to praise or blame
    Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
    Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
    Nor casting pearls to swine.
    (A.Pushkin)

  20. Thanks LongTermGuy, Drummond thanked this post
  21. #851
    Join Date
    May 2015
    Location
    Russia, Moscow
    Posts
    2,812
    Thanks (Given)
    1365
    Thanks (Received)
    1426
    Likes (Given)
    477
    Likes (Received)
    176
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    1
    Mentioned
    22 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    2916541

    Default

    Indifferent alike to praise or blame
    Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
    Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
    Nor casting pearls to swine.
    (A.Pushkin)

  22. #852
    Join Date
    May 2015
    Location
    Russia, Moscow
    Posts
    2,812
    Thanks (Given)
    1365
    Thanks (Received)
    1426
    Likes (Given)
    477
    Likes (Received)
    176
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    1
    Mentioned
    22 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    2916541

    Default

    Indifferent alike to praise or blame
    Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
    Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
    Nor casting pearls to swine.
    (A.Pushkin)

  23. #853
    Join Date
    May 2015
    Location
    Russia, Moscow
    Posts
    2,812
    Thanks (Given)
    1365
    Thanks (Received)
    1426
    Likes (Given)
    477
    Likes (Received)
    176
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    1
    Mentioned
    22 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    2916541

    Default



    In Afghanistan, in the "Black tulip" (*)
    With vodka in a glass
    We are sailing silently above the ground.
    Mournful bird across the border
    It is Russian ZARNITSA kids home.
    In the black tulip those with jobs
    They're coming home sweet in the land to lie down,
    In an indefinite leave of absence, torn to shreds,
    They never, never warm hug the shoulders.

    When, in the oases of Jalalabad,
    Fallen down on the wing, tulip our fall, We cursed all his work,
    Again bacha summed loss company.
    In Shindand, Kandahar and Bagram
    Again, the per capita put heavy stone
    Again, carry home the heroes
    Which in twenty years digging graves.
    Which in twenty years digging graves.

    But you have to get to, it is necessary to gather,
    If you break
    And then you can run into here.
    Mountains shoot Stinger takes off
    If you run into,
    That boys will die a second time.

    And we did not go the way home,
    Where there is no war, and all have been familiar,
    Where are the bodies they see once a year, pilots,
    Where from the clouds do not bring down helicopters.
    And we go from the wrath of his teeth,
    Dry vodka wetting his lips,
    They come from Pakistan caravans
    So, there is a job for a tulip.
    And then there is a job for a tulip.

    In Afghanistan, the black tulip
    With vodka in a glass We are sailing silently above the ground.
    Mournful bird across the border
    To Russian ZARNITSA
    Bears our brothers home.

    When, in the oases of Jalalabad,
    Fallen down on the wing, tulip our fall,
    We cursed all his work,
    Again bacha summed loss company.
    In Shindand, Kandahar and Bagram
    Again, the per capita put heavy stone
    Again, carry home the heroes
    Which in twenty years digging graves. Again, carry home the heroes
    Which in twenty years digging graves.

    (*) Military cargo aircraft transporting back home coffinns with shot down soldiers.
    Indifferent alike to praise or blame
    Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
    Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
    Nor casting pearls to swine.
    (A.Pushkin)

  24. #854
    Join Date
    Jun 2012
    Location
    South Wales, UK
    Posts
    11,895
    Thanks (Given)
    20722
    Thanks (Received)
    8222
    Likes (Given)
    2213
    Likes (Received)
    1128
    Piss Off (Given)
    5
    Piss Off (Received)
    0
    Mentioned
    164 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    19319416

    Default

    Some quite good clips from Balu. Still ... I fended off, albeit narrowly, the temptation to post something from the stunning Zlata Ognevich in response.

    One question, though, Balu. The translation you offered, involving Afghanistan. To be clear: does what it refers to date back to the Soviet invasion of it ?
    Last edited by Drummond; 07-01-2015 at 02:44 PM.
    It's That Bloody Foreigner Again !!!

  25. #855
    Join Date
    May 2015
    Location
    Russia, Moscow
    Posts
    2,812
    Thanks (Given)
    1365
    Thanks (Received)
    1426
    Likes (Given)
    477
    Likes (Received)
    176
    Piss Off (Given)
    0
    Piss Off (Received)
    1
    Mentioned
    22 Post(s)
    Rep Power
    2916541

    Default

    Quote Originally Posted by Drummond View Post
    Some quite good clips from Balu. Still ... I fended off, albeit narrowly, the temptation to post something from the stunning Zlata Ognevich in response.

    One question, though, Balu. The translation you offered, involving Afghanistan. To be clear: does what it refers to date back to the Soviet invasion of it ?
    Yes, it does. And the song was written in Soviet times and immediately became very popular in the USSR. It was on the tapes and was broad casted by radio very often.
    I've got one question - Do you know French? I am sure that is absolutely necessary to understand the words to be able to enjoy the French song to the full extent.
    Last edited by Balu; 07-01-2015 at 03:17 PM.
    Indifferent alike to praise or blame
    Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
    Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
    Nor casting pearls to swine.
    (A.Pushkin)

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •  
Debate Policy - Political Forums