Admit Something

[tree_]

I just don't know how you form an entire song around such a boring guitar melody... i guess the chorus is OK but that melody kills me. Seems like it's going to go somewhere else, then it just repeats and repeats and repeats

[wease]

Haven’t heard this cover

i just listened, not good. whoever said karaoke was spot on.

[wease]

It’s a great song, tree_, just a terrible cover.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[bodysnatcher]

I just broke down and skimmed through the cover version. Sounds like the guy from Nickelback

[dad]

Who benefits from this from a financial standpoint?

Is it Chapman, who wrote it?

Or is it this combs dude?

I would think Chapman…hopefully.

[bodysnatcher]

let me check music history on when white musicians covered black artists

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Whitey McTeeth]

I’d watch anything with Billy Crudup in it and enjoy it.

[tree_]

Who benefits from this from a financial standpoint?

Is it Chapman, who wrote it?

Or is it this combs dude?

I would think Chapman…hopefully.

What about reputationaly?

[bart]

Haven’t heard the cover but I hope he took out like three verses at least

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Is Combs his last name or is this just a description of what he's doing while he performs the cover?

[96583UP]

You ate a whole small pizza. Bravo.

was a Large

[dad]

You ate a whole small pizza. Bravo.

was a Large

yeah it was.

[96583UP]

You ate a whole small pizza. Bravo.

was a Large

yeah it was.

i don’t ‘do’ small

[Rangi Guy]

You ate a whole small pizza. Bravo.

was a Large

yeah it was.

i don’t ‘do’ small

You sound just like my wife right before she emasculates me

[96583UP]

You ate a whole small pizza. Bravo.

was a Large

yeah it was.

i don’t ‘do’ small

You sound just like my wife right before she emasculates me

bullshit

we know you get handies every night

champion

[doug rr]

I've never used and iPad...I have 2 Mac airs and an iPhone..my wife has 2 or 3 but I have never used them

[bart]

I love my iPad for kindle and watching stuff on flights. Other than that yeah I usually reach for the laptop or my phone

[Higgs]

I can't deal with anything Apple.