What are you listening to right now?
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@lamarca Glad the Debian issue could be solved.
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Consortium - Rebirth (1975)
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Ian Gillan Band - Scarabus (1977)
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Carmina Burana - In taberna quando sumus
In the tavern, we do not care what ground, but the play, which is always busy. What happens in the tavern, where money is host, that is, the need to ensure that well ask, and what I should speak, then listen.
Some play, some people drink, some live. But of those who gamble, some are stripped bare, some win their clothes here, some are dressed in sacks. Here no-one fears death, but they throw the dice in the name:
First of all it all it is to the wine, which the libertines drink; drink, one for the prisoners, after that, three for the living, four for all Christians, five for the faithful dead, six for the loose sisters, seven for the footpads in the wood.
Eight brothers, nine times for the dispersed monks, ten for eleven for the war, Twelve penitent, thirteen for the travelers. For pope and king alike without restraint.
The mistress drinks, the master drinks, the soldier drinks, the priest drinks, that man drinks, the woman drinks, the servant drinks with the maid, the swift man drinks, the lazy man drinks, the white man drinks, the black man drinks, the settled man drinks, the wanderer drinks, the man drinks, the wise man drinks.
Drinks, The poor man drinks, the exile drinks, and the stranger, the boy drinks, the old man drinks, the bishop drinks, and the deacon, the sister drinks, the brother drinks, the old lady drinks, the mother drinks, this man drinks, that man drinks, a hundred drink, a thousand drink.
Six hundred pennies immoderately and immeasurably. Cheerfully drink, so we are not all good, and it will make. And with the just let them not be written with those who slander us be put to shame.
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9.30 Fly โ- 9.30 Fly (1972)
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First Rap in history (13th c.)
Neidhart von Reuental - Sumer deiner suzzen wunne
Summer, we must spare your gentle delights, because the evil winter leaves nothing but mourning, longing. And my pleasure is not fulfilled with my loves, beautiful ones. How shall I survive this difficult, long time, which makes the meadows pale and so many pretty flowers? All this has so oppressed the birds, in the open country, that they can no longer sing. And just as love has oppressed my heart, that I waste my days here without joy. That I spend so much time with them Sang, that does not help me. If I'm silent, I'll get her just as far. I do not believe that she has anything left for men. 'It does not bring us anything that we have whispered to her, whispered to me and that Hildebold.' He is the stupidest among all the bold peasants: he is called 'young Hildeger'. I did not get them off their side the whole summer when they danced back and forth on the street in the evening. Depp, menacingly stared at me, and so I had to pull my leash in front of the villagers against my feasting intention. To annoy me, they danced wildly with her; this impudence makes me gray hair on my temples Oh, so many have driven me from the beautiful spot, now with my dearest, and earlier in other cases, too, the beautiful is glittering over its edge! Gladly you hear how the villagers clothe themselves: they are powerfully dressed!
They wore tight skirts under short, short coats, red hats, buckled shoes, black trousers. Like Engelmar, the Friederun and done with suffering,
so they showed themselves with their silk bags, which they wore; Inside, there was a ginger root.
One gave the Hildebold of the beautiful in the dance -
Willeger snatched her from her.Do you want to know how they jumped around? I do not know - I've just gone from there.
I heard among them many calling for friends!
And heard a cry: 'Uncle Weigend, help me!' When he screamed so loud for help, he was certainly in a tight spot. I heard Hildebold's sister shouting loudly: 'Oh, my poor brother, ah!' A brazen peasantry came running from the quarrel, and then I asked him who was beating himself with whom. 'The cloak of Hildebold, it was torn up
and also his tight coat - half a meter wide!
The reason: the ginger root, which robbed him of beauty.
But then some beautiful cap had to pay for it - they were torn to pieces after the dance.What annoys me is: the peace-walk bears pelvic piles, and more than a hand's breadth is his belt with the clasps; He wears ribbons at the Schwertring, at the bottom of the scabbard. Believe me, dear friends, that I have a hard time: he pulls the gloves up to his elbows! You are welcome to hear how this peasant deputation fled from the street fight. I have lost my master's debt without guilt , By this I am full of misery and mourning. Mighty God, now turn it out of grace for the good of me, which I have lost so many dear friends here! All I have ever won I had to leave in Bavaria. I pull now to Austria and will give me service in the noble Austrian.
Well, the intention of my enemies is not quite successful. If God wants it, everything could turn out well.
I came to Austria - there I was well received. God salvation the prince, who took me so well. Here in Mรถdling I am safe from the intention of my enemies. I am sorry that I sang so much to Reuven of Gumppen and Eppen
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Carmen - The Gypsies (1976)