Off Topic The SIR Kenny Dalglish Public House

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Neil young had something to say.... even though he's as mad as a box of frogs. It worked perfectly.
So did Steely Dan, but it tended to take the form of a cynical sideswipe, and so isn't always obvious.
Music doesn't have to have a message though, most classical music is just appreciated on the compositional level.
 
So did Steely Dan, but it tended to take the form of a cynical sideswipe, and so isn't always obvious.
Music doesn't have to have a message though, most classical music is just appreciated on the compositional level.

It hopefully won't surprise you to learn that I love classical music as well, bar opera (unless it's Mozart opera).
 
So did Steely Dan, but it tended to take the form of a cynical sideswipe, and so isn't always obvious.
Music doesn't have to have a message though, most classical music is just appreciated on the compositional level.

it does to me. as i said the classical music registers with me.
 
hey I was only explaining what my oddly wired brain experiences when presented with so called.music.

I struggle to comprehend people with ear phones in
 
And they wandered in
From the city of St. John
Without a dime
Wearing coats that shined
Both red and green
Colors from their sunny island
From their boats of iron
They looked upon the promised land
Where surely life was sweet
On the rising tide
To New York City
Did they ride into the street
See the glory
Of the royal scam
They are hounded down
To the bottom of a bad town
Amid the ruins
Where they learn to fear
An angry race of fallen kings
Their dark companions
While the memory of
Their southern sky was clouded by
A savage winter
Every patron saint
Hung on the wall, shared the room
With twenty sinners
See the glory
Of the royal scam
By the blackened wall
He does it all
He thinks he's died and gone to heaven
Now the tale is told
By the old man back home
He reads the letter
How they are paid in gold
Just to babble in the back room
All night and waste their time
And they wandered in
From the city of St. John without a dime
See the glory
Of the royal scam
 
And they wandered in
From the city of St. John
Without a dime
Wearing coats that shined
Both red and green
Colors from their sunny island
From their boats of iron
They looked upon the promised land
Where surely life was sweet
On the rising tide
To New York City
Did they ride into the street
See the glory
Of the royal scam
They are hounded down
To the bottom of a bad town
Amid the ruins
Where they learn to fear
An angry race of fallen kings
Their dark companions
While the memory of
Their southern sky was clouded by
A savage winter
Every patron saint
Hung on the wall, shared the room
With twenty sinners
See the glory
Of the royal scam
By the blackened wall
He does it all
He thinks he's died and gone to heaven
Now the tale is told
By the old man back home
He reads the letter
How they are paid in gold
Just to babble in the back room
All night and waste their time
And they wandered in
From the city of St. John without a dime
See the glory
Of the royal scam
Great lyrics. If it's your thing, it's your thing. <ok>