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ed kowalczyk and live. white, discussion. one of their many greats, one my favorites. from throwing copper, 1994.

i talk of freedom
you talk of the flag
i talk of revolution
you'd much rather brag

and as the decibels of this disenchanting discourse
continue to dampen the day
the coin flips again, and again, and again, and again
as our sanity walks away

all this discussion
though politically correct
is dead beyond destruction
though it leaves me quite erect

and as the final sunset rolls behind the earth
and the clock is finally dead
i'll look at you, you'll look at me
and we'll cry a lot

but this will be what we said
this will be what we said:
"look where all this talking got us, baby."

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  1. I "accidentally" saw Live in concert(touring for this album I think) because I wanted to see Luscious Jackson. The marquee read:
    Live Luscious Jackson in concert. So I bought the tickets and realized later LJ was only the opening band which sucked because they didn't even turn down the lights for them and most of the audience had not arrived yet. So LJ cut it short and seemed pissed.
    I was bummed but......to my surprise, Live put on a rockin' show. The lead singer is so small and wiry and crazily energetic- he was all over the place. The real test was his voice; he sounded as good, if not better than the studio versions I was familiar with like "I alone" and "All over You." I wonder if they deliberately chose the name Live realizing how it would appear on marquees?

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  2. i'll admit i've always had a bit of a crush on ed, it's a perk that i've always been a fan of his music, too. i liked him back in the i alone days, too, with the long hair and then as he progressively balded he got even hotter. love their music. try googling "live", not a good name if you want to top the search engines. fortunately, kowalczyk pretty much gives up more relevant results. i just find this song so relevant, even if it is 14 yrs old now. guess things really don't change so much.

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  3. Very nice Doug! Thanks for posting.

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  4. Lightning Crashes and All Over You are my favs.

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  5. Little Navigator - Lightning Crashes is a beautiful song. I also really really like Dolphin's Cry, just haven't ever been able to figure out exactly what it means. Sex on the beach? Search for a Greater love? I don't know. Still, the song is awesome.

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  6. maybe it's about two people who broke up and then found their way back to each other. and yeah, they probably fuck on the beach. :-)

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