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Thank you for this song magic for feeling

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cool jazzy beginning, transitions to low fi, then ends with a caucophony of guitar noise

one of the best tracks ever!

classic song

Thanks for 88FM for playing this in 1999

First time hearing this great band,how did I miss them?

I hate that colour but we need more pink at this times. ✌️

Quem é do Brasil e está ouvindo essa música em 2023? Também a descobri assistindo "Cerro Torre"

Cerro torre

Good song to listen to as you remove subscriptions to channels you don't know why you've subscribed to.

Found again. Thank U..... 💯

24 times a second

Masterpieces

This song holds a special place in my heart.

Cool it is and......damn hot))

Its not that I'm not seeing you; nor hearing you. It will bee much better as US, Nancy and Sarah!

Este tema ! Siempre tiene un aire de destrucción... 👽🔥

tres belle chanson

Love this one. Even better than "All I Know" and "Nearly Lost You."

RIP my dude

My fav no doubt song.

Are you ok kris?😕 Perfect song!

i have lost so much touch and unpredicted, fun sex with women, fuck

A vastly underrated guitar player , to say the least,as exemplified in the title track of the Television album Marquee Moon

Oh shit it was Jose Gonzales afterall!! 👏👏👏

Luz to podstawa

Ktoś coś wie o PRL?

The best. ..ever

In our town, murders, happen everyday When the temperature, rises they open the hydrants, and let the children play In our town, Friday, is payroll day The taverns open, the sun goes down, the neon signs make a grand display In our town, murders, happen everyday There are whores walking the streets They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap We've got cops walking the beat Stopping all the strangers they meet Tn our town, martyrs, hang from the gallows pole Newsboys cry on every corner, some high and mighty, has been brought low In our town, friends, gather on the boulevard The merchants are fat and happy, the beggar's life is hard In our town, martyrs, hang in the gallows yard There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh There are guns, guns - the fire and smoke scratch my breath There are guns, guns - and empty eyes staring up in death There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh in our town Muezzins, call form the minarets Monks bow before their beggar bowls While christians smoke their cigarettes In our town, prophets, warn of a judgement day Young girls hang out of window sills, a flowery frame for their charms' display In our town, the river, smells of oil and shit A hundred cranes stand in the harbour, loading a hundred ships In our town a thousand tongues speak from a thousand lips We've got whores walking the streets Stopping all the strangers they meet We've got cops walking the beat They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap In our town, the skyline, is like a mountain range The streets are wind swept canyons, the central park is a grassy plain In our town, the saints, smile down on festival days In tropical plumage, the black girls dance for the king of the big parade In our town, the bosses, curse the working man Husbands curse their wives, and then they raise their hands In our town the sirens answer to 911 Another soul is flying free from another mother's son In our town, the bodies, are cremated by the riverside Up to the morning sun they rise The flames, the smoke, the widow's cries A stain of ashes, soot and sparks upon the dawning, rosy light In our town, the skyline, looks down upon the riverside

Sublime.

What version is this as it’s beautiful but different to the album version??

needs more views/listens

His voice remembers me of listening to Caravan....melancholic....canterburry but more beautiful....great vibe!!!

Great song. Love how they got a Mogwai to do they backing vocals near the end of the song.🍻

Awesome

David lama brought me here ❤

Love this song

That heat beat 🔥

Takie klimaty to ja rozumiem i jeszcze kobieta na wokalu. Nic dodać nic ująć.

I bar " na luzie" w tle. Piękne.

BaHaLa "BaLi" wrong thing ate. begin of time. Like?. But. The Abroad Na SA' Ko'. Y' ReNn / Also though the peoples i know.... Freedom Reigns : abused as in; like the title say. Por no siempre; thats a pyro maniac. blow self up foo`. -Marcianou Vyking

La , la , la , lala , la , la, la , lahaaa

Heavenly!

Take a minute just to breathe Take a minute till I'm wide awake I am searching once again And the sun has left the sky And you're on my mind, you're on my mind Take a second to believe Just a second, you won't have to wait Don't you turn your back on me I couldn't look into your eyes And I don't know why, and I don't know why But I'll try again on another day You make my mind Just want to leave this world behind You make my mind, you make my mind Let the silence creep in In the silence I'm awake all night Just searching once again But could I reach you in the morning light If I close my eyes, if I close my eyes Well, you're here right away You make my mind Just want to leave this world behind You make my mind, you make my mind You're on my mind, I'll try again on another day And I don't know why, and I don't know why If I close my eyes, If I close my eyes You're here right away You make my mind, just want to leave this world behind You make my mind, just want to leave this world behind You make my mind, you make my mind, you, you You make my mind, make my mind

In our town, murders, happen everyday When the temperature, rises they open the hydrants, and let the children play In our town, friday, is payroll day The taverns open, the sun goes down, the neon signs make a grand display In our town, murders, happen everyday There are whores walking the streets They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap We've got cops walking the beat Stopping all the strangers they meet Tn our town, martyrs, hang from the gallows pole Newsboys cry on every corner, some high and mighty, has been brought low In our town, friends, gather on the boulevard The merchants are fat and happy, the beggar's life is hard In our town, martyrs, hang in the gallows yard There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh There are guns, guns - the fire and smoke scratch my breath There are guns, guns - and empty eyes staring up in death There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh in our town Muezzins, call form the minarets Monks bow before their beggar bowls While christians smoke their cigarettes In our town, prophets, warn of a judgement day Young girls hang out of window sills, a flowery frame for their charms' display In our town, the river, smells of oil and shit A hundred cranes stand in the harbour, loading a hundred ships In our town a thousand tongues speak from a thousand lips We've got whores walking the streets Stopping all the strangers they meet We've got cops walking the beat They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap In our town, the skyline, is like a mountain range The streets are wind swept canyons, the central park is a grassy plain In our town, the saints, smile down on festival days In tropical plumage, the black girls dance for the king of the big parade In our town, the bosses, curse the working man Husbands curse their wives, and then they raise their hands [Refrains] In our town the sirens answer to 911 Another soul is flying free from another mother's son In our town, the bodies, are cremated by the riverside Up to the morning sun they rise The flames, the smoke, the widow's cries A stain of ashes, soot and sparks upon the dawning, rosy light In our town, the skyline, looks down upon the riverside

I thought i was listening to my morning jacket for a sec

Amazing. Transcendental.

BAHHHHHAHHAHHHAHHHHHHHH