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renfield

Lifer
Oct 16, 2011
4,231
31,389
Kansas
Could not be in more of an agreement. The best albums are solid through and through. A sentiment that has faded with how music is played and consumed in modern times! Only use it as a frisbee if it is overcast. Would hate to warp the vinyl.
A good album is like a carefully prepared multi-course meal to be enjoyed dish-by-dish, and as a whole, at the same time.

Tracks dropped one at a time as frequently happens now is like being offered one potato chip at a time.
 
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brian64

Lifer
Jan 31, 2011
9,604
14,671
Henley's greatest lyrical narrative:

A tale in which the Devil visits a large Western city and finds that he has become obsolete.

It was pretty big year for fashion
A lousy year for rock and roll
The people gave their blessing to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark night of the collective soul
I was somewhere out on Riverside
By the El Royale Hotel
When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I knew him all too well

He said, "Now that I have your attention
I got somethin' I wanna say
You may not want to hear it
I'm gonna tell it to you anyway
You know, I've always liked you boy
'Cause you were not afraid of me
But things are gonna get mighty rough
Here in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea"

He said, "It's just like home
It's so damn hot, I can't stand it
My fine seersucker suit is all soaking wet"

And the hills are burning
The wind is raging
And the clock strikes midnight
In the Garden of Allah

"Nice car......
I love those Bavarians......so meticulous
Y'know, I remember a time when things were a lot more fun around here
When good was good, and evil was evil
Before things got so........fuzzy
Yeah, I was once a golden boy like you
I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly court
And I dined with the deities who looked upon me with favor
For my talents; my creativity
We sat beneath the palms in the warm afternoons
And drank the wine with Fitzgerald and Huxley

They pawned a biting phrase
From tongues hot with blood
And drained their pens of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of empty Edens
Branded specially for the ones
Who had come with great expectations
To the perfumed halls of Allah
For their time in the sun

We were stokin' the fires
And oilin' up the machinery
Until the gods found out we had ideas of our own

And the war was coming
The earth was shaking
And there was no more room
In the Garden of Allah

"Today I made an appearance downtown
I am an expert witness, because I say I am
And I said, 'Gentlemen...and I use that world loosely...
I will testify for you
I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a liar
Because there are no facts, there is no truth
Just data to be manipulated
I can get you any result you like
What's it worth to ya?
Because there is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep very well at night
No shame, no solution
No remorse, no retribution
Just people selling t-shirts
Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little circus
And winning, winning, winning'"

It was pretty big year for predators
The marketplace was on a roll
And the land of opportunity
Spawned a whole new breed of men without souls
This year, notoriety got all confused with fame
And the devil is downhearted
Because there's nothing left for him to claim

He said, "It's just like home
It's so low-down, I can't stand it
I guess my work around here has all been done"

And the fruit is rotten
The serpent's eyes shine
As he wraps around the vine
In the Garden of Allah


And in one of his last roles, Kirk Douglas as the Devil:

 

anotherbob

Lifer
Mar 30, 2019
15,678
29,400
45
In the semi-rural NorthEastern USA
A good album is like a carefully prepared multi-course meal to be enjoyed dish-by-dish, and as a whole, at the same time.

Tracks dropped one at a time as frequently happens now is like being offered one potato chip at a time.
though the plus side is how many great old bands I get to discover these days. Because I can actually listen to whatever track instead of the singles they put on the radio. Seriously it's amazing how many bands have great albums and the weakest lamest least representative of what they do track just happens to be the single. Also nice that since new music isn't introduced by video nearly exclusively kids are listening to music by ugly people again.
 

rmpeeps

Lifer
Oct 17, 2017
1,122
1,765
San Antonio, TX
Henley's greatest lyrical narrative:

A tale in which the Devil visits a large Western city and finds that he has become obsolete.

It was pretty big year for fashion
A lousy year for rock and roll
The people gave their blessing to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark night of the collective soul
I was somewhere out on Riverside
By the El Royale Hotel
When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I knew him all too well

He said, "Now that I have your attention
I got somethin' I wanna say
You may not want to hear it
I'm gonna tell it to you anyway
You know, I've always liked you boy
'Cause you were not afraid of me
But things are gonna get mighty rough
Here in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea"

He said, "It's just like home
It's so damn hot, I can't stand it
My fine seersucker suit is all soaking wet"

And the hills are burning
The wind is raging
And the clock strikes midnight
In the Garden of Allah

"Nice car......
I love those Bavarians......so meticulous
Y'know, I remember a time when things were a lot more fun around here
When good was good, and evil was evil
Before things got so........fuzzy
Yeah, I was once a golden boy like you
I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly court
And I dined with the deities who looked upon me with favor
For my talents; my creativity
We sat beneath the palms in the warm afternoons
And drank the wine with Fitzgerald and Huxley

They pawned a biting phrase
From tongues hot with blood
And drained their pens of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of empty Edens
Branded specially for the ones
Who had come with great expectations
To the perfumed halls of Allah
For their time in the sun

We were stokin' the fires
And oilin' up the machinery
Until the gods found out we had ideas of our own

And the war was coming
The earth was shaking
And there was no more room
In the Garden of Allah

"Today I made an appearance downtown
I am an expert witness, because I say I am
And I said, 'Gentlemen...and I use that world loosely...
I will testify for you
I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a liar
Because there are no facts, there is no truth
Just data to be manipulated
I can get you any result you like
What's it worth to ya?
Because there is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep very well at night
No shame, no solution
No remorse, no retribution
Just people selling t-shirts
Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little circus
And winning, winning, winning'"

It was pretty big year for predators
The marketplace was on a roll
And the land of opportunity
Spawned a whole new breed of men without souls
This year, notoriety got all confused with fame
And the devil is downhearted
Because there's nothing left for him to claim

He said, "It's just like home
It's so low-down, I can't stand it
I guess my work around here has all been done"

And the fruit is rotten
The serpent's eyes shine
As he wraps around the vine
In the Garden of Allah


And in one of his last roles, Kirk Douglas as the Devil:

And now, recycled dirt in Texas.