HI-Fi Frustration?
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Topic: HI-Fi Frustration?
Posted By: Graham Slee
Subject: HI-Fi Frustration?
Date Posted: 12 Feb 2008 at 1:09pm
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I think most people get well and truly frustrated with hi-fi and I think these lyrics are very fitting with their frustration as well as many others in life today... (I know the song fits many situations I have found myself in) "At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people, running around to all the doors. They try to find, find themselves an audience; their deductions need applause. The rich man stands in front of me, The poor man behind my back. They believe they can control the game, but the juggler holds another pack. I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman, You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can, He'll smile through his guard, Survival trains hard. I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands, He looks at you once, you know he understands, Don't need any shield, When you're out in the field. But down here, I'm so alone with my fear, With everything that I hear. And every single door, that I've walked through Brings me back here again, I've got to find my own way. The priest and the magician, Singing all the chants that they have ever heard; and they're all calling out my name, Even academics, searching printed word. My father to the left of me, My mother to the right, Like everyone else they're pointing But nowhere feels quite right. And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found, There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound. If I choose a side, He won't take me for a ride. Back inside This chamber of so many doors; I've nowhere, nowhere to hide. I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me, Find a door That doesn't lead me back again - take me away." Genesis: "Chamber of 32 Doors" from "The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway" Got any more? ------------- That none should be able to buy or sell without a smartphone and the knowledge in how to use apps |
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Posted By: Charley Phogg
Date Posted: 13 Feb 2008 at 3:59am
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Wow, kindred spirits Graham. FRANK ZAPPA lyrics - I'm The Slime < ="" ="http://www.oldielyrics.com/song_in_top.js">google_ad_client = "pub-1127189538012976";google_ad_width = 336;google_ad_height = 280;google_ad_format = "336x280_as";google_ad_type = "text";google_ad_channel = "9280694110";google_color_border = "ffffee";google_color_bg = "ffffee";google_color_link = "0000FF";google_color_text = "444433";google_color_url = "444433";< ="text/" ="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> [backing vocals Tina Turner & The Ikettes] I am gross and perverted I'm obsessed 'n deranged I have existed for years But very little has changed I'm the tool of the Government And industry too For I am destined to rule And regulate you I may be vile and pernicious But you can't look away I make you think I'm delicious With the stuff that I say I'm the best you can get Have you guessed me yet? I'm the slime oozin' out From your TV set You will obey me while I lead you And eat the garbage that I feed you Until the day that we don't need you Don't go for help . . . no one will heed you Your mind is totally controlled It has been stuffed into my mold And you will do as you are told Until the rights to you are sold That's right, folks . . . Don't touch that dial Well, I am the slime from your video Oozin' along on your livin' room floor I am the slime from your video Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go I am the slime from your video Oozin' along on your livin' room floor I am the slime from your video Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go Adapt audio for video, hell, Frank changes stuff all the time why not think of it to suit the topic  .If interested check out FZ Live From New York. Different versions exist, get the one with I'm the Slime and The Torture Never Stops. Sofa is on all of them and it is SWEET,along wiht Manx Needs Woman and Black Page... great stuff. Whoever said FZ can't play the geeetauir hasn't heard Frank. < ="" ="http://www.oldielyrics.com/song_in_bot.js"> |
Posted By: Graham Slee
Date Posted: 13 Feb 2008 at 5:08am
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Hi Chris, Today I was lead to a miracle! A pocket headphone amp that "will also drive 8 Ohm speakers" and "You will hear an improvement in a high-quality headphone’s ability to resolve musical detail, express deep, tight bass and present a more natural stereo image". Fantastic! And it's only £40! At that price it must be a Chinese miracle, but no, wait a minute! It's made in the USA where the cost of living is high like here in the UK. Now that's just got to be a divine miracle? And you know? People actually believe it! Whereas I know that the economics don't compute - there has to be a catch, but that's hidden. And while I was looking at it I was playing this... We'll be fighting in the street With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgment of all wrong They decide and the shotgun sings the song I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again The change it had to come We knew it all along We were liberated from the fold that's all And the world looks just the same And history ain't changed 'Cause the banners, they all flown in the last war I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again No, no! I'll move myself and my family aside If we happen to be left half alive I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky Though I know that the hypnotized never lie Do ya? Yeah! There's nothing in the street Looks any different to me And the slogans are replaced by-the-bye And the parting on the left Is now a parting on the right And the beards have all grown longer overnight I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again Don't get fooled again No, no! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Meet the new boss Same as the old boss And I thought, thank goodness for the wisdom in music, and prayed for all those who'll hear that wisdom but never understand it. (The Who, "Won't Get Fooled Again?") ------------- That none should be able to buy or sell without a smartphone and the knowledge in how to use apps |
Posted By: Charley Phogg
Date Posted: 13 Feb 2008 at 5:50am
Dear Mr. Fantasy
Lyrics: Winwood, Capaldi, Wood Something to make us all happy Do anything, take us out of this gloom, Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad, if it was a straight life you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
Posted By: Charley Phogg
Date Posted: 13 Feb 2008 at 6:27am
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"......Today I was lead to a miracle! A pocket headphone amp that "will also drive 8 Ohm speakers" and "You will hear an improvement in a high-quality headphone’s ability to resolve musical detail, express deep, tight bass and present a more natural stereo image". Fantastic! And it's only £40! At that price it must be a Chinese miracle, but no, wait a minute! It's made in the USA where the cost of living is high like here in the UK. Now that's just got to be a divine miracle? And you know? People actually believe it! Whereas I know that the economics don't compute - there has to be a catch, but that's hidden. " So are you saying that's a possiblity, or just another marketing ploy? |
Posted By: Charley Phogg
Date Posted: 13 Feb 2008 at 7:16am
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ROGER WATERS Amused To Death Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me This supermarket life is getting long What is the heart life of a colour TV What is the shelf life of a teenage queen Ooh western woman Ooh western girl News hound sniffs the air When Jessica Hahn goes down He latches on to that symbol Of detachment Attracted by the peeling away of feeling The celebrity of the abused shell the belle Ooh western woman Ooh western girl And the children of Melrose Strut their stuff Is absolute zero cold enough And out in the valley warm and clean The little ones sit by their TV screens No thoughts to think No tears to cry All sucked dry Down to the very last breath Bartender what is wrong with me Why I am so out of breath The captain said excuse me ma'am This species has amused itself to death Amused itself to death Amused itself to death We watched the tragedy unfold We did as we were told We bought and sold It was the greatest show on earth But then it was over We oohed and aahed We drove our racing cars We ate our last few jars of caviar And somewhere out there in the stars A keen-eyed look-out Spied a flickering light Our last hurrah And when they found our shadows Groups 'round the TV sets They ran down every lead They repeated every test They checked out all the data in their lists And then the alien anthropologists Admitted they were still perplexed But on eliminating every other reason For our sad demise They logged the only explanation left This species has amused itself to death No tears to cry No feelings left This species has amused itself to death Amused itself to death 
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Posted By: Graham Slee
Date Posted: 13 Feb 2008 at 10:03am
You never know one way or another. And at that price it's worth the gamble? So what the heck - buy one! And that's how temptation works - the age-old marketing ploy. And you and I can do the same! Yes, even the old LM380 should do the trick (if it can be obtained for pence or cents). Or it could be one of those TDA chips? A series resistor will charge a rechargeable battery, and if you're dead careful you can find a batch of surplus wall-warts cheap! The case looks like Hammond's best seller and it'll be a lot cheaper in the States (it's made over the border in Canada), and all you need is a sticker or two from the downtown print shop. And if it sounds pants, well it was only £40. People forgive at that sort of price, so their reputation will be left untarnished. Conscience eh? If only I didn't have one! Edit:- Websites are ten-a-penny, dot coms get preference on Google, links from head-fi boost their position. Just need a high speed credit card processor like PayPal and plenty of units built and ready to ship. Almost like "amused to death" lyrics...??? ------------- That none should be able to buy or sell without a smartphone and the knowledge in how to use apps |
Charley Phogg wrote:Posted By: Charley Phogg
Date Posted: 13 Feb 2008 at 10:27am
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LOL I was simply asking where you were coming from Graham. Shirley I couldn't imagine you walking around with electrodes stuck in your chest. but as I read, you said you were listening to it. Conscience, I hate mine each and every day. |
Posted By: Charley Phogg
Date Posted: 13 Feb 2008 at 10:40am
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No Graham, it and everything else I posted in this thread was meant to express my thoughts on my opinion ....... I can't think what it is I'm trying to say, but you thought you were the Slime? You have it wrong if thats the case. I see you locked in your dungeon busting ass to put put the best product that you can. Call it language barrier, but I do agree with you, that it is you agqainst them, Them being big markert. Hopefully you know hwta I mean even though I can't think. |
Posted By: Graham Slee
Date Posted: 13 Feb 2008 at 11:02am
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You are fully understood already. The reply above was meant for all. A kind of side dig. Language eh? Even in "perfect" English it can so easily be taken the wrong way without the facial expressions we use in normal conversation. Emoticons rarely fit the bill, and if they did, would they be understood? No, as you put above "kindred spirits", yes, amen. Ambiguity in what I write makes what I say double edged, but I may not mean it that way. And I guess that's why I got banned from Rockgrotto??? I may have a hard skin but inside I believe, and I am told, there is a soft centre with a heart of "gold" (but not 24 carat!!!!) Edit: Come on members! I'm sure me and Charley Phogg aren't the only ones to understand this thread. What are the lyrics you think fit best? ------------- That none should be able to buy or sell without a smartphone and the knowledge in how to use apps |
Posted By: Charley Phogg
Date Posted: 13 Feb 2008 at 11:20am
| If there wasn't the heart of gold, you'd be one of them. |
Posted By: Sol
Date Posted: 14 Feb 2008 at 11:38am
How dare you call me ignorant  ------------- Semper in excretum, nil profundum variat. Non illigitimum carburundum! Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum |
Posted By: Darren/Audio Elevati
Date Posted: 14 Feb 2008 at 1:01pm
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Hey, you're dissin' my customer's miracle US find!! I steered him back from the dark side to a Voyager and I don't think he'll be looking back, certainly not in anger.
"So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry
In a diary self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiment and price.
Too late to say I love you
Too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics
In my playground of yesterday...
etc...
Marillion for anyone interested. ------------- http://www.audioelevation.co.uk - Audio Elevation - taking your hi-fi to another level. |
Posted By: Charley Phogg
Date Posted: 01 Mar 2008 at 7:03pm
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Here's one, but you really have to hear the music to appreciate it...... IMHO Legion of Mary I'll Take a Melody I've seen the rain pouring down The sky was grey with a speck of blue Peek through a hole in the clouds The sun was screaming, "Hey You!". As you ramble through your sorrow Seems like everything come out wrong I'm living in yesterday's tomorrows I know something's helping me along I'll take a melody and see what I can do about it. I'll take a simple C and G and feel brand now about it. I understand why the old fisherman sail along, sail along, sail along. sail along, sail along, someday he'll be gone I hear you talking about your troubles Everybody's got their troubles too You can make them burst like bubbles If you know just what to do You know I've been called a dreamer Dreams that never come true But I've been called so many things before Tell you what I'm gonna do I'll take a melody and see what I can do about it. I'll take a simple C and G and feel brand now about it. I understand why the old fisherman sail along, sail along, sail along. sail along, sail along, someday he'll be gone I'll take a melody and see what I can do about it. I'll take a simple C and G and feel brand now about it. Shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining, Shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining, Shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining, Shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining, shine on, keep on shining |
Posted By: Charley Phogg
Date Posted: 24 Mar 2008 at 6:31am
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Don't let Bush fool ya. Someome's gotta do it and no one else has the nad's to step up. Sure is a shame he has drug us down so low,and made a business out of a war. Standing On the Moon Words by Robert Hunter, Music by Jerry Garcia Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission.
http://seds.lpl.arizona.edu/nineplanets/nineplanets/luna.html#p4 - Standing on the moon |
Posted By: stuxter
Date Posted: 27 Mar 2008 at 10:43am
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KING CRIMSON-INDISCIPLINE-DISCIPLINE
I do remember one thing.
It took hours and hours but.. By the time I was done with it I was so involved I didn't know what to think. I carried it around with me for days and days.. Playing little games Like not looking at it for a whole day And then.. looking at it. To see if I still liked it. I did. I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat.. The more I look at it The more I like it. I do think it's good. The fact is.. No matter how closely I study it No matter how I take it apart No matter how I break it down It remains consistant. It remains consistant.
It remains consistant.
It remains consistant.
It remains consistant.
I wish you were here to see it. I like it. |
Posted By: Charley Phogg
Date Posted: 27 Mar 2008 at 3:48pm
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Posted By: stuxter
Date Posted: 27 Mar 2008 at 4:06pm
| hey fogg,, stop pinching my lyrics ! ;o) |
Posted By: Charley Phogg
Date Posted: 31 Mar 2008 at 9:14pm
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Posted By: Charley Phogg
Date Posted: 31 Mar 2008 at 9:16pm
Ps. didn't recieve your p, |
Posted By: Graham Slee
Date Posted: 06 Apr 2008 at 9:04am
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I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells like a street There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in other bars I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing and some make you scream One makes you wish that you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay If you want it, boys, get it here, thing So you scream out of line "I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?" Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here, thing Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head For I put all I have in another bed On another floor, in the back of a car In the cellar like a church with the door ajar Well, I guess we've must be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying 'till we break up our minds 'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright I guess we could cruise down one more time With you by my side, it should be fine We'll buy some drugs and watch a band Then jump in the river holding hands Bowie "Candidate" "And in hearing they shall not understand..." Oh well, must PRESS on... ------------- That none should be able to buy or sell without a smartphone and the knowledge in how to use apps |
Posted By: tg [RIP]
Date Posted: 06 Apr 2008 at 11:08am
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Time and the bell have buried the day, The black cloud carries the sun away. Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray Clutch and cling? Chill Fingers of yew be curled Down on us? After the kingfisher's wing Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still At the still point of the turning world. Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness, as a Chinese jar still Moves perpetually in its stillness. Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts, Not that only, but the co-existence, Or say that the end precedes the beginning, And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end. And all is always now. Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still. Shrieking voices Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering, Always assail them. The Word in the desert Is most attacked by voices of temptation, The crying shadow in the funeral dance, The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera. The detail of the pattern is movement, As in the figure of the ten stairs. Desire itself is movement Not in itself desirable; Love is itself unmoving, Only the cause and end of movement, Timeless, and undesiring Except in the aspect of time Caught in the form of limitation Between un-being and being. Sudden in a shaft of sunlight Even while the dust moves There rises the hidden laughter Of children in the foliage Quick now, here, now, always— Ridiculous the waste sad time Stretching before and after. "Burnt Norton" - T.S. Eliot full text http://www.tristan.icom43.net/quartets/norton.html |