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Michelle
Trad climber
Fort Sam
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"The Simorgh Sleeps on Velvet Tongues" -Robert Rich on the Troubled Resting Place cd.
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Robb
Social climber
Pick Up Truck Heaven
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La Mer/Into the Void NIN.
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Jun 25, 2008 - 01:11am PT
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Leave Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova off of their album "The Swell Season"
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stevep
Boulder climber
Salt Lake, UT
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Jun 25, 2008 - 01:18am PT
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Martha Argerich playing Chopin's Piano Sonata in B Minor, Op. 58.
Before that it was Buddy Holly.
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nita
climber
chica from chico, I don't claim to be a daisy
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Jun 27, 2008 - 01:31am PT
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfY77W8KNtg&fmt=18
Jamaica was the lovely one, I played her well
As we lay in the tall grass where the shadows fell
Hiding from the children so they would not tell
We would stay there 'till her sister rang the evening bell
Jamaica, say you will
Help me find a way to fill these empty hours
Say you will come again tomorrow
The daughter of a captain on the rolling seas
She would stare across the water from the trees
Last time he was home he held her on his knees
And said the next time they would sail away just where they pleased
Jamaica, say you will
Help me find a way to fill these lifeless sails
And stay until my ships can find the sea
Jamaica was a sweet young one, I loved her true
She was a comfort and a mercy through and through
Hiding from this world together, next thing I knew
We had brought her things down to the bay -- what could I do
Jamaica, say you will
Help me find a way to fill these sails
And we will sail until our waters have run dry
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Cyrus
Mountain climber
Tejas
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Jun 28, 2008 - 08:30pm PT
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The Blue Danube
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Standing Strong
Trad climber
riding bikes thru the night
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 30, 2008 - 01:58pm PT
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NEIL YOUNG "keep on rockin' in the free world"
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L
climber
Eating sand on the shores of Malibu...
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Jun 30, 2008 - 02:02pm PT
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DeVotchka--How It Ends
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Standing Strong
Trad climber
riding bikes thru the night
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 30, 2008 - 02:14pm PT
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cat stevens...
wild world
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Standing Strong
Trad climber
Lane Bike
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 1, 2008 - 05:05pm PT
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"if you want to sing out" c. stevens
Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are
And if you want to live high, live high
And if you want to live low, live low
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are
You can do what you want
The opportunity's on
And if you find a new way
You can do it today
You can make it all true
And you can make it undo
you see ah ah ah
its easy ah ah ah
You only need to know
Well if you want to say yes, say yes
And if you want to say no, say no
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are
And if you want to be me, be me
And if you want to be you, be you
'Cause there's a million things to do
You know that there are
Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
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Dr. Rock
Ice climber
Castle Rock
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Anybody hear of
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Ksolem
Trad climber
Monrovia, Ca
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I'm listening to Clifford Brown. A compilation called Cliffird Brown and strings. I mean, I like Miles Davis. But I love Clifford Brown.
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L
climber
Soy latte center of the Known Universe
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Ballad of Spider John
sung by Jimmy Buffett
Spider John is my name friend
I'm in between freights and I sure would be obliged
If you'd share your company
I know this may sound strange to you
But if you wait till the song is sung and the story's told
You might come to understand
Why I'm old and bent and devil sent, runnin' out of time
When I long ago held a royal flush in my hand
Oh, I was a supermarket fool
I was a motor bank stool-pidgeon, robbin' my hometown
I thought I lost my blues, yes I thought I paid my dues
I thought I'd found a life to suit my style
But here I sit old Spider John the robber-man
Long, tall, and handsome
Yes, old Spider John with a loaded hand, takin' ransom
Then one day I met Diamond Lill
She was the sweetest thing, I declare
That the summer breeze had ever blown my way
But Lilly she had no idea, of my illustrious occupation
She thought I was a saint, not a sinner, gone astray
But you see that the word got around and Lilly left town
Never saw her again
Tossin' and turnin', causin' my heart to grieve
Oh, I was a supermarket fool
I was a motor bank stool-pidgeon, robbin' my hometown
I thought I lost my blues, yes I thought I paid my dues
I thought I'd found a life to suit my style
But here I sit old Spider John the robber-man
Long, tall, and handsome
Yes, old Spider John with a loaded hand, takin' ransom
That is all my story
It's been these thirty years since I took to the road
To find my precious jewel one
And if you see my Lilly, won't you give her my regards
Tell her ole Spider got tangled in the black web that he spun
You can tell her ole Spider got tangled the black web that he spun
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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this song all week in my ear...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBWKPOkCXZE
but I rewrote the words to it:
Shes real fly my TDI
Shes real fly my TDI
My TDI
Well I found a mechanic who I could rely
(giddy up giddy up TDI)
For I knew it would be July
(giddy up giddy up TDI)
When I would drive that brand new TDI
(TDI, TDI)
Giddy up giddy up giddy up TDI
(giddy up giddy up TDI)
Giddy up TDI
(giddy up giddy up TDI)
Giddy up TDI
(giddy up giddy up TDI)
Giddy up TDI...
Nothing can catch her
Nothing can touch my TDI
ooooo
(giddy up giddy up oooo)
(giddy up giddy up oooo)
(giddy up giddy up oooo)
(giddy up giddy up)
When I take her to the crag she really complies
(giddy up giddy up TDI)
She always makes home outside nearby
(giddy up giddy up TDI)
My four speed turbocharged direct injected TDI
(TDI, TDI, TDI, TDI)
Giddy up giddy up giddy up TDI
(giddy up giddy up TDI)
Giddy up TDI
(TDI, TDI)
Giddy up TDI
(giddy up giddy up TDI)
Giddy up TDI...
Nothing can catch her
Nothing can touch my TDI
(TDI TDI TDI TDI)
Giddy up TDI
(TDI TDI TDI TDI)
Giddy up TDI
(TDI TDI TDI TDI)
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