Los Angeles is Burning

The theme song to AW in my head.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxoD9zWY9Rg

Los Angeles Is Burning by Bad Religion



Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of blue St. Anne’s skirts are billowing
But down here in the city of limelights the fans of Santa Anna are withering
And you can't deny the living is easy if you never look behind the scenery
It's show time for dry climes and bedlam is dreaming of rain
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze even the stars are ill at ease
And Los Angeles is burning
This is not a test of the emergency broadcast system
Where Malibu fires and radio towers conspire to dance again
And I cannot believe the media Mecca - they're only trying to peddle reality
Catch it on prime-time, story at nine
The whole world is going insane
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze even the stars are ill at ease
And Los Angeles is burning
Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze
More a question than a curse
How could hell be any worse?
The flames are stunning, the cameras running, so take warning!
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze even the stars are ill at ease
And Los Angeles is burning

Hilariously, I just settled on a theme song for my upcoming AW game. Superman, also by Bad Religion.

Hey, do what you want but don't do it around me
Idleness and dissipation breed apathy
I'll sit on my ass all goddamn day
A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to
Say what you must, do all you can
Break all the fucking rules and go to hell with superman
And die like a champion, yeah, hey!
Hey I don't know if the billions will survive
But I'll believe in God when 1 and 1 are 5
My moniker is man and I'm rotten to the core
I'll tear down the building just to pass through the door
So do what you must, do all you can
Break all the fucking rules and
Go to Hell with Superman and
Die like a champion, yeah hey!

Mine is definitely The Man Comes Around. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9IfHDi-2EA

And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see." And I saw. And behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down. When the man comes around.

The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the potter's ground. When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then the father hen will call his chickens home. The wise men will bow down before the throne. And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown. When the man comes around.

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still. Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still. Listen to the words long written down, When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

In measured hundredweight and penny pound. When the man comes around.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him.

Bret beat me to it. "When The Man Comes Around" is totally the official song playing for the imaginary opening credits of my IRC AW game "Sow The Wind".

In the commentary track, I secretly replace it with TMBG's "When Tornadoes Take Over The World", but that's because I'm secretly quite silly. Or perhaps not so secretly.

When tornadoes take over the world
There'll be no time for frettin'
No fussin' and complainin' anymore

When tornadoes take over the world
You won't have your folks
To blame for all the stuff that's your fault

Your friends will be swirling
Right above your disembodied head

When tornadoes take over the world
All the things in the fridge
That fell on the floor will disappear

And all of your neighbors
Will be waving their flashlights at your house

Your friends will be swirling
Right above your disembodied head
When tornadoes take over the world

I'm a bit like Bret, here, except I'm going to Richard Thompson.

My father he rides with your sheriffs
And I know he would never mean harm
But to see both sides of a quarrel
Is to judge without hate or love

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don’t have anywhere to go

You take away homes from the homeless
And leave them to die in the cold
The gypsy who begs for your presents
He will laugh in your face when you’re old

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don’t have anywhere to go

Well one man he drinks up his whiskey
Another he drinks up his wine
And they’ll drink ‘till their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don’t have anywhere to go

When the rivers run thicker than trouble
I’ll be there at your side in the flood
T’was all I could do to keep myself
From taking revenge on your blood

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don’t have anywhere to go
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don’t have anywhere to go

British folk has been doing this shit for a long time.

Scrub me ‘till I shine in the dark
I’ll be your light ‘till doomsday
Oh it’s a black cat cross your path
And why don't you follow
My claw’s in you and my light's in you
This is your first day of sorrow...

I'm starting every session with this clip.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cS2BrxcWWZA

The Dead Flag Blues, Godspeed You! Black Emperor. Though, "When the man comes around" found it's way into the playlist when the hardholder pillaged a rival hardhold...

And our Gunlugger has a theme song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4BJ1bg5NPg

That's When I Reach for My Revolver, by Mission of Burma.

Once I had my heroes
Once I had my dream
But all of that is changed now
They've turned things inside out
The truth is not that comfortable, no

And mother taught us patience
The virtues of restraint
And father taught us boundaries
Beyond which we must go
To find the secrets promised us, yeah

That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when it all gets blown away
That's when I reach for my revolver
The spirit fights to find its way

A friend of mine once told me
His one and only aim
To build a giant castle
And live inside his name
Cry and whispers sing in muted pain

That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when it all gets blown away
That's when I reach for my revolver
The spirit fights to find its way

Tonight the sky is empty
But that is nothing new
Its dead eyes look upon us
And they tell me
We're nothing
But slaves (That's when I reach for my revolver)
Just slaves (That's when I reach for my revolver)
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when I reach for my revolver   

And he's back to back with the Skinner whose themesong is "Fearless Love" by Melissa Ethridge: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOQJlWBU42Q

When I woke up I was 17
You kissed my lips in a bad bad dream
Showed me things aren't what they appear to be
Called me angel and set me free
You gave me life in the cold cold dark
But you ran away in the mornings spark
Made me think that reality
Is not where I want to be

I am what I am and
I am what I am afraid of
Oh what am I afraid of
I need a fearless love
Don't need to fear the end
If you can't hold me now
You will never hold me again
I want to live my life
Pursuing all my happiness
I want a fearless love
I won't settle for anything less

I've walked my path had worlds collide
I lost my way and I fooled my pride
This lover's ache wouldn't feel so strange
If I could only change

But I am what I am and
I am what I am afraid of
So what am I afraid of
I need a fearless love
Don't need to fear the end
If you can't hold me now
You will never hold me again
I want to live my life
Pursuing all my happiness
I want a fearless love
I won't settle for anything less

Now I'm not here to lay the blame
I understand when you hold a flame
Heads will shake heads will turn
And sometimes you just get burned

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I foresee really, really simple PC-NPC-PC triangles....

The composition of the song was abundantly dedicating. It invokes a tragic within the Los Angeles as a candle flame. The idea of emphasizing the candle to a burning reality in the song was significant perhaps.

So theme songs for characters? What else have people come up with?

One of the NPC's, Corbett the mean 2 timing Gun Lugger type, who thinks only with his dick has Fistful of Steel by Rage Aganist the Machine. Wacko that he is.

If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'

Yes, it's time to flow like the fluids in ya veins
If ya will it, I will spill it
And ya out just as quick as ya came
Not a silent one
But a defiant one
Never a normal one
'Cause I'm that bastard son
With the visions of the move
Vocals not to sooth
But to ignite and put in flight
My sence of militance
Groovin', playin' this game called survival
Status the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silentsheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin'

A 44 full of bullets
Face full of pale
Eyes full of empty
A stare full of nails
The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel
A mind full of fire
And a fistful of steel