...It might not be the same anymore, but someday I want to go. Really really want to go...

I found that quote floating around the internet. It was a comment left on someone else's blog. The meaning is different then what I may be be implying here

Man, I really need a cigarette. Post to curb the cravings. Some music I think people shoudl listen too. Or, in German, You must lizen to ze music immediatly. German efficiency prevails.

I recommend a band called Band of Horses. They are a cross between The Shins and My Morning Jacket.

If i stayed behind
would you let your hair grow?
I will forget
the favors that you owe
I'm dreaming of car wrecks and thunderstorms bright
let's bury ourselves
and go haunt someone tonight

I know you tried
I know you're cursed
I know your best was still your worst
when hollywood was calling out your name

My other recommendation is the Aussie hip hop crew The Herd's new album. I have the song "Starship Trooper" (Ozi Batla) on high rotation (Yes I am a DJ on a prominent radio station. Yes I am a liar)

Lost in deep cover,
“Dear John,” said his lover’s last letter
Emptied a full clip to feel better,
Slipped a rung on Jacob's ladder,
Desert boot camp deserter got stung by death adder,

Don’t get mad get even madder,
A10 tank killer fodder,
Interrogate? Why bother…
My brother for a last cigarette, no please not yet
One last dance, lest we regret

Look me in the eye, GI, and tell me you’re not tired,
Tired to death sir, tired till it hurts
Now this shit couldn’t get much worse

Well it may…

We march at the break of day
And come what may, rules of engagement say
We will stand to the very last, shrapnel blast

A casket goes home….
Sons and daughters wrapped in stars and stripes to keep ‘em warm

Under red orange dawn we draw the line
And those on the other side must stand and fight
Tracers like fourth of July in the night
Lighting up like Hiroshima…
The perfect sight

**** CHORUS******
I’m a Starship Trooper
This is my letter to dad, transferred from Saigon to Baghdad
And now I’m dead…
An allied soldier, with skin boils from Ebola
I’ll bring you back a souvenir of what we stole

I was only nineteen
Joined for the pay packet
Now my full metal jacket won’t take one more hit
I don’t give two shits about oil interests
But depleted uranium, just gave Joe a fit

Captain Kurtz said, “fight till the hurt stops“
Yet all I can see is burned crops
And mates shell-shocked
Morphine under lock and key
Their AK’s talking to my M16

Pray for friendly fire
Haven’t seen a priest, but plenty of funeral pyres
Triage nurse is dying
My name in the paper
Next to a faceless dictator
And another flag to drape
Hey yo, check

Here’s the commanding officer
A total mess again
Crying in the mess tent
How to make mice or mince meat of his men….

I'm posting up the full lyrics because it's the first Hip Hop song that has made me nearly shed man tears. No, Kriss Kross's "Jump" Doesn't count.