 | skin alley-all alone
Tags: all, alley, alone, jazz, saxophone, skin
Description:
"All Alone" is a laid back and dark piece with yearning sax strains in the distance hovering over the lazy organ and vocal melodies...from the album ''skin alley''(remaster).
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 | Skin Alley - Skin Valley Serenade
Tags: Alley, jazz-rock, Skin
Description:
(1972)
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 | Four Skin - Live at Hollywood Alley
Tags: alley, az, for, four, hollywood, just, me, metal, music, skin, tempe
Description:
Song "Just for M.E." Filmed on October 30th, 2004 at Hollywood Alley in Mesa, AZ. Please check out www.fourskinband.com!
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 | The Volty Strings Live Debut - Shed My Skin
Tags: Alley, Bar, Debut, guitar, Live, My, Shed, Skin, Strings, The, Volty
Description:
www.TheVoltyStrings.com or www.myspace.com/TheVoltyStrings
This will sound better if you turn up your bass.
The Volty Strings performing "Shed My Skin" in their live debut at the Alley Bar in Brisbane on the 27th of July, 2006.
This was recorded by Tavis on his mobile phone.
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 | Monkeyglove.com Vert Alley
Tags: adrenaline, alley, beckit, bosworth, british, goff, jim, king, pete, ramp, sam, skin, the, uk, vert
Description:
Skateboarding
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 | LoDeck- Stethoscope Alley
Tags: hip-hop, Independent, indie, LoDeck, Underground
Description:
album Bash It EP 2002
Yo
I'm gonna tell you this inspiring a story
About the stethoscope
Alley (for the non believers)
Yo, yo
lemme tell you
verse 1
I was once like you:
happy and absolved.
Following the whistle to my dull,
daily, 9 to 5 life,
a 4 course meal of horseshit,
reading fine print, prayin for promotions.
When my charms worked it was Hempsteads and Poko-shmoes,
dissecting Beatles with my children like Yoko was.
Now, all the commotion was enough 2
Switch the bitch into a proper,
Miss Guided.
Sex life on autopilot,
rippin off laurel branches in the Olive Garden
-Just get naked and try out for my photo album!
(yea...that's quite a good pickup line there...)
My alterego rocks fur coats and chills with Greenpeace.
Fucks to Gwar and jerks to Striptease.
Lost in Brooklyn and at home anywhere but this globe
and not well traveled...
Unless sarcasm goes a long, snaky road
and money runs from fake to gold
we memorize the face so old you only know it from Freud,
books corrode like looks implode.
It's all another random event, in a random universe,
I randomly lose listeners and randomly curse.
Can you increase my odds?
But of course...
Say somethin close to blatent discourse of this force.
I got your kidneys crunched in my fist
no wonder you're pissed
cause I stated that Utopia will never exist.
Unless its getting blitzed,
Vomiting in a clean laundry basket and fondling random tits.
Slap poetry out your dirty mitts, (fuck outta here)
I twist trees like snake demons
whisk away my witch.
I've frozen two beach bunnies with snowballs
for their throats.
Money shots in a baptal bucket.
Two nuts for each emotion pocket,
Not as easy as it seems,
The monster in my pillow started entering my dreams;
voodoo dolls in beauty magazines
handcuffed to diary pages in jacuzzis filled with
kerosene and licorice.
Yogurt and iodine, for all of us
stipulatin words on axis lines
the fastest lies on
ground zero speed.
Eager through filler of city greed
Stoned pillars sell weed?
We're above fossils,
souls in rockets pokin a hole
in blue virgin skies,
flocking... yes!!
Once again (once agaiiiin)
Chrorus
3x
Yo
And you know the routine
It's the way that I rock that be makin you scream
In the stethoscope (in the stethoscope, see?)
verse 2
It's all frustration and loathing.
Fear in clothing.
Ghosts in boot camp.
We walkin, livin, talking, to wallz and jokin,
smokin ashes in roach clips
evaporated seeds...
Contractions between vaginal teeth,
brides and grooms till the cardio box quits.
...Thought you didn't notice me,
a fallen narcoleptic on the floor of eternity.
Coroners eyeing me since I fit the common prints.
Pretend darkness ruled and I was the prince
with a wingspan of flying ships,
till my cockpit shifts -
compass from Bermuda trips.
(DIRTY!!!)
Water under the bridge.
Thoughts are a waste of cartilage,
dull plaster ceilings over shrines to dominance.
At the far reaches of your mind's remote control
I sit with a mute button to hear nothing at all...
On my fall from grace I was bored. (yawn)
Syphers with Dante through oracle calls,
peepshow dusk,
shadows with tusks...
Basic instincts to skin a mammoth for my caveman hut.
In a reptilian trance ground seems to wither like lizard skin pants and crack.
Boiled railroad tracks,
overcooked insect eggs all at the surface,
morning earthquakes;
ever seen Earth without lipstick rotate?
:::squeak:::
All doors shake termites like fleas from dogbites.
Gramophones play hospital intercom voicebites:
(YOU'RE NEXT!)
Death sounds like, dull knives on china.
Cut ups smolder along with Soviet Karma.
[under a bluish gasflame, a centipede with a bleeding mouth
begs to live till the torso bursts with clean water]
Rain bop.
r- r-r-r-r-r-r
Rain drops with a thousand odd legs
rolled over ticklish grass
sick with cricket jazz
Intraverted vision:
looking for a haystack in a field of grey needles.
Spit out metronomes!
Film wasted on tested clones...(Ah)
Follow the wind through the stethoscope
Chorus 3x
In a stethoscope...
See, the monster in my pillow started enterin my dreams.
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 | A Socialite's Life Jay Harvey dishes on scary celebrity skin
Tags: alley, amy, baby, biggest, brad, chocolate, daddy, dna, gossip, harvey, hollywood, home, jay, kirstie, loser, meth, pitt, winehouse
Description:
03.26.08 ElasticWaist.com our absolute favorite gossip guru on the earth, Jay Harvey of A Socialite's Life, dishes dirt on celebrity skin and plastic faces.
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 | Skin
Tags: Mixed, Tape
Description:
Mixed Tape at the Alley Kat Cafe
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 | Bowling Alley Wrestle
Tags: Alley, armbar, Bowling, britney, city, hell, jitsu, jiu, mma, skin, spears, stained, submission, triangle, Wrestle
Description:
Long ago a guy knew how to do jiu jitsu, before the UFC! And he tapped his buddy out in a bowling alley.
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 | skin strikes
Tags: strike
Description:
brian running down bowling alley
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 | Crazy : Dutch War Trauma : Heddy Honigmann
Tags: documentary, Huystee, Pieter, van
Description:
Fear, love, impotence and death
CRAZY is a film about the reminiscences of several Dutch UN soldiers about various battlefields were they served; memories that are inextricably bound up with one special song that brought solace far from home. Starting with the very first UN mission to Korea (1950), the film takes us on a journey to the Lebanon, Cambodia, Rwanda and former-Yugoslavia - to end up with the Fall of Srebrenica in 1995. Using home videos and photos, moving and also gruesome archive footage, the soldiers tell their moving stories about responsibility, consternation, fear, love, total impotence and death.
CRAZY is a very personal journey through the world of Dutch UN veterans through music.
The comforting power of the love song
Music and war have always been closely linked. Music is a course of comfort, a way to live through a very stressful and threatening period; a situation in which young men and women are confronted with unknown feelings of fear and homesickness. In former times, heartthrobs and well-known bands were sent to battlefields to comfort the soldiers there with music. Now that is less common and Walkmen have taken the place of illuminated stages I the jungle, desert or in the mountains.
Hardly anything can equal the comforting power of a love song in such situations.
That power is one of the subjects of Crazy.
The Dutch "Vietnam veterans"
Crazy is also about a country, our flat country, where affluence and happiness reign, but where many soldiers live who have brought back their experiences of distant wars they cannot easily forget: Holland too has its "Vietnam veterans".
World War Two ended in 1945, but peace did not return. Crazy is also a film about the scars left in Holland by fifty years of war.
We zien drie fragmenten uit de documentaire, alle drie met Peter Veeke, in 1992-1993 uitgezonden naar Busovaca in Bosnië. Hij was korporaal 1e klas in het 1e Nederlands-Belgische transportbataljon. In de omgeving van Busovaca zaten Bosnische Serviërs, Bosnische Kroaten, Serviërs, Kroaten, moslims, en HVO-manschappen (elitekorps van Kroaten).
- In het eerste stukje introduceert hij zichzelf als 'stoere macho Brabander'die als kind al soldaat wilde worden.
- Het tweede stukje begint met een homevideo-fragment uit Busovaca, met een lied van Paul de Leeuw op de achtergrond: Vlieg met me mee naar de regenboog, zogenaamd de Nederlandse inzending naar het songfestival. Peter Veeke vertelt dat de jongens van zijn bataljon alle woorden konden meezingen en er gebaren bij maakten en in de kring stonden.
- In het derde fragment vertelt Veeke dat zijn bataljon na een paar weken rust in Split op weg werd gestuurd om een groep Engelsen af te lossen. Halverwege werden ze opgewacht door de Engelsen die verbaasd waren dat het Nederlandse bataljon met 'soft skin vehicles' over Bomb Alley zou gaan rijden, een weg die steeds van alle kanten beschoten werd met mitrailleurs en mortieren.
Met Knocking On Heavens Door van Guns 'n Roses knalhard op de speakers hebben ze Bomb Alley zo'n 60, 70 keer gereden.
Verderop in de documentaire vertelt Peter Veeke dat hij een zelfmoordpoging heeft gedaan. Hij stak zijn huis in brand. Gelukkig werd de brand tijdig geblust, maar Veeke werd veroordeeld wegens poging tot doodslag op zijn buren.
Crazy is een documentaire van Heddy Honigmann over de betekenis van muziek voor Nederlandse militairen die onder VN-vlag werden uitgezonden naar landen als Korea, Cambodja, Rwanda, Libanon en voormalig Joegoslavië.
Honigmann interviewde de (ex-)militairen thuis over hun ervaringen in oorlogssituaties, hun angsten en de troost en kracht die zij putten uit het luisteren naar bepaalde muziek.
director : Heddy Honigmann
script : Heddy Honigmann with Esther Gould
camera : Gregor Meerman
sound : Piotr van Dijk & Rik Meier
editing : Mario Steenbergen
production company : Pieter van Huystee Film & TV
format : 35 mm
duration : 97 min.
Winner IDFA Public Award
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