What Are You Listening to Right Now? Parte 9!

Lush - Laura

Lily Allen - Smile

Pink Floyd - Echoes. All 23 odd minutes.

Janis Joplin - Ball and Chain

Rush - Half the World

Raki Vega - Find Your Light

The next Lea Salonga? Not bad. :D

Raki Vega sings for Hong Kong Disneyland. Since I saw this last year, it became my aim to visit HK Disneyland, but it'll be after my upcoming trip. :D

Adorable - Sunshine Smile

Norah Jones - Turn Me On

Ride - Leave Them All Behind

ERIKA - Destination Nowhere

Ikusa Otome ~ Aoi to Kuro no Kyousoukyoku

Well, I have Kancolle playing on TV right now, but my Winamp says it's currently playing Joss Stone's "You had Me". Awesome song.

The Cult - Love Removal Machine

John Williams/Ken Thorne - Superman II - Opening Titles

Ronnie Lane's Slim Chance - The Poacher

YAVA! by BABYMETAL

Iwao Junko - Ayashi no Ceres - Scarlet

Sigur Rós - Flugufrelsarinn

七森中☆ごらく部 - ちょちょちょ! ゆるゆり☆かぷりっちょ!!!
Nanamori Chu☆Goraku Bu - Cho Cho Cho! YuruYuri☆Kappuricho!!!

The Doors - Tell All the People.

Reminds me of someone else's misspent youth.

Felix Knight - March of the Wooden Soldiers OST - A Castle In Spain

Arany Zoltán - S'Om Pogues Partir Son Voler

An old troubadour ballad, the sort of song one would pick up one's lute and serenade one's belle with of an evening only for one of the following scenarios to transpire: -

1. confused by the darkness, you head off like a wandering minstrel, psyched and ready to perform, finding your lute skills are inexplicably top notch and your voice in the finest of fine fettles. Then realising only too late that you've gone to completely the wrong house;
   
2. a fence-vaulting mishap leads to an especially nasty injury - eyes pointing in different directions confuse fair maidens regarding to whom you're singing when you finally unleash your brand new ruddy-cheeked-choirboy countertenor;
   
3. you successfully navigate the fence, only to land on the family pet - a huge dog. Pretty much same result as the last one;
   
4. the approach passes without incident and you begin your performance, whereupon the said fair maiden appears at the window with a bucket of water and, profoundly irritated, goes into a rant: "how many times have I told you, do not appear beneath my bedroom window in the middle of the night dressed like an extra from Robin Bloody Hood (which, admittedly, makes a refreshing change from that ridiculous phase in which you only ever dressed in an Ers-chan Coral uniform). The next time, you'll be wearing that infernal lute (which is seriously out-of-tune, by the way). I don't understand a word of medieval Occitan, you prick, and, to be honest, I'm more interested in trying to sleep than in listening to you serially mispronouncing it via the medium of song. You've just woke me from a dream with Reito (*starstruck sigh*) in it for crying out bloody loud! And for what? This atonal caterwauling? Screw you! And, before you start, don't go into some sub-Shakespearian monologue about how I've got, er, lovely eyes, like limpid pools of bubbling spring water, or something, because I could not a crap give. I fell for that once and have regretted it ever since. I was younger and very naïve then, and your incompetent, yet cutely persistent, attempts at wooing were kind of sweet, like a dog trying to sniff its own backside or something. Even your penchant for bursting into song was tolerable as I'd always wanted a pet monkey a bit like you, with a sideline in chirruping like an injured crow. No longer, young man, no longer! If you considered a career as a professional irritant you'd never be short of filthy lucre, you worthless, cream-faced, clay-brained galoot. Oh fiery fiddlesticks you're annoying. Thanks to you, I'm even using some of history's lamest, tamest insults, you utter dickhead. I've told you to leave me alone, you weird, stalkerish muppet. The local plod have told you to leave me alone, my lawyer has told you to leave me alone and the courts have told you to leave me alone. Hell, even my dream Reito (*cat-faced swoon*) was telling you to stop invading my dreams and leave me alone. Bugger off and LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!" before her dad appears at the front door in a too-short dressing gown, wielding a (non-Freudian, I assure you) pool cue and chases you down the street;
   
5. despite all the trepidation and fear of rejection bounding around inside your head, threatening to offset the anticipation and ardour within your quick-beating heart, your ludicrously-outmoded balladeering has the desired effect. Lowering a ladder, the fair damsel awaits at the window, sighing with longing, her hands clutching her heart, and with her head at an angle which is kind of hot in a demure way. Then this occurs...
   

Man, I'm just going to stick to karaoke in the future.

Pink Floyd - Goodbye Blue Sky

Anna Tsuchiya - Knock down

Jethro Tull - Aqualung. Best song ever about a pervy tramp.

Next up: The Decemberists - The Crane Wife 1 & 2