• 100 Greatest Guitar Songs of All Time

    The 100 Greatest Guitar Songs of All Time

  • 99

    My Morning Jacket est un groupe rock formé à Louisville, Kentucky, É.-U., en 1998. Le groupe est reconnu pour ses chansons aériennes, atmosphériques, avec des incursions plus folkou country parfois, et pour l'utilisation de reverb dans la voix du chanteur Jim James, une tendance qui s'est toutefois atténué sur le quatrième album, Z, lancé en octobre 2005. La voix de James, qui compose les chansons du groupe, a parfois été comparée à celle de Neil Young. 

    Oh shit run, oh shit run
    Oh shit run through the ghetto
    They will hear you

    Mornin' bell tolls at home
    Rings loud back where I come from
    Calls me back

    Often times, oh I would hope and pray
    She calls me back
    Then faith came my way
    Oh shit run, oh, oh

    It's what appears to me, it's what appears to me
    It's what appears to me, it's what appears to me
    It's what appears to me, aah

    Oh shit run, oh
    It's what appears to me, it's what appears to me
    It's what appears to me, it's what appears to me
    It's what appears to me, aah

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  • 100 Tool – “Vicarious”

     " Vicarious "est une chanson américaine du groupe de rock Tool . La chanson est le premier single sorti de leur quatrième album studio 10,000 Days . Le 17 avril 2006, la chanson de sept minutes entre dans le Billboard Modern Rock Tracks à la 2ème place. Elle a reçue une nomination pour la Meilleure Performance Hard Rock aux Grammy Awards .

    Eye on the TV
    'cause tragedy thrills me
    Whatever flavour
    It happens to be like;
    Killed by the husband
    Drowned by the ocean
    Shot by his own son
    She used the poison in his tea
    And kissed him goodbye
    That's my kind of story
    It's no fun 'til someone dies

    Don't look at me like
    I am a monster
    Frown out your one face
    But with the other
    Stare like a junkie
    Into the TV
    Stare like a zombie
    While the mother
    Holds her child
    Watches him die
    Hands to the sky crying
    Why, oh why?
    'cause I need to watch things die
    From a distance

    Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
    You all need it too, don't lie

    Why can't we just admit it?
    Why can't we just admit it?

    We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
    Neither the brave nor bold
    The writers of stories sold
    We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

    I need to watch things die
    From a good safe distance

    Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
    You all feel the same so
    Why can't we just admit it?

    Blood like rain come down
    Drawn on grave and ground

    Part vampire
    Part warrior
    Carnivore and voyeur
    Stare at the transmittal
    Sing to the death rattle

    La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie

    Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
    Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.
    Shouldn't have to say it all again.
    The universe is hostile. so Impersonal. devour to survive.
    So it is. So it's always been.

    We all feed on tragedy
    It's like blood to a vampire

    Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
    Much better you than I 

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