cheers to the purple smoke and jeez...guy's voice in the vids' hauntingly familiar...(and no, it's not me)

I know of someone who was in a very large dump truck that flipped on it's side when someone pulled out in front of him, he swerved to avoid T-boning the old guy in the driver side door. Truck flipped on it's side, slid across the road and crushed the cab of the truck, killing the dump truck driver.

I do not recall if he hit the engine portion of the car or not that caused him to flip or the truck flipped due to load shifting, maybe a combination of both. But he would have smashed that old guy like paper and probably would have lived if he just ran him over.

So I can see why a truck driver would be very upset at someone being careless around them...besides it affecting their livelihood with any sort of damage they may take in any accident or avoidance of.

And I'd just like to say as someone who used to run some fairly heavy machinery, it bugged me every day when people were careless around me. Because I could have easily crippled if not killed people outright in seconds, and that was with a big loud machine and a blocked off work area people chose to ignore. Was the worst when they assumed just because you were slow moving that you could easily stop and maneuver. Luckily I never hurt anyone, but if I had it would have haunted me despite my having done everything I could do aside from not using the machines at all.

Tags for this video have been changed from 'acoustics, haunting sound, choral, harmony' to 'acoustics, haunting sound, choral, harmony, Icelandic, Germany' - edited by eric3579

In the description of the final version, they explain how they come to be covering it:

This song has haunted me for years. Its a very famous well love Russian folk song, and its melody just wormed in to head. One day were where touring through Liepzig, Germany, and in fact we were standing in the shadow of Bach's cathedral, when this weathered old man walked by playing it on his accordion. I said to the band, "man, I would love to cover that song, and put thats guys playing as the intro to it!" But he walked past, and that was that.

Later that night, I turn another cobblestone corner, and there was the old accordion master again! So I hit record on my iPhone, and walked up to him and requested that song. He didn't speak english, I didn't speak German, but we both spoke music.

This album has 13 songs, and they are all amazing!
Get it at www.abneypark.com, or any were else!

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone (All alone!)
All alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.

No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone (All alone!)
All alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.

Haunting and desperate, an ode to the near-future desert ghost city.

Conan looks like a haunted puppet.

The Space Lady (aka Suzy Soundz) is San Francisco’s most enchanting street musician. Whether on keyboard or accordion, her music stops sidewalk traffic even in this multi-task town. She usually performs wearing a whimsical steel helmet with angel wings, which makes her easy to recognize but belies the credibility of her haunting vocal interpretations of well known songs. The Space Lady, whose real name is Susan Dietrich, made only a full length CD of San Francisco sessions for sale. The disc features Susan performing live on Casio with effects.
http://www.last.fm/music/The+Space+Lady

Why not put him on "alert" and spam the poor boy with some love? I simply adore folks who "ignore" perceived problems-Never could stand the"ignore" feature, this mob-rules fix for all things icky to read....

How about this: Hey cluhlenbrauck-What the fuck does Adele's weight or assumed proclivities have to do with anything? Your comments wholly without context, merit, or meaning, if at all it fostered some discourse, so it does have meaning in that context.

Now-I got a real personal beef with folks who use this site and never contribute content beyond their spit-popping and mouse clicks-DO the sift a favor, become more active, choose your words to reflect the piss-poor education you received or didn't as a child, and fuck-on to a corner of the world you haunt and make a positive difference.
I ain't puttin' ya on ignore rookie, I think I'll make a fucking project out of ya till ya evolve, Van Dick

Hauntingly similar to a comment I made on YT the day the geeks (hold-up in a room with no contact with anyone recognized as human) tweaked their system:

Cracktaculus
2 days ago

Dear You Tube-I hate this new feature, sharing my personal (and no ,did not read terms and conditions) business with the world-So, yeah-plegggh! on yer latest tweaks, as always.

You really do have some unique vocal styling there sister, very enigmatic, hauntingly addictive-Are you a contralto?? (type ab negative of the vocal range)

Happy Haunted

Followed home from the Haunted Mansion has been added as a related post - related requested by braschlosan.

*related=http://videosift.com/video/Followed-home-from-the-Haunted-Mansion

Here's thoughts for the 'let's be nice and fairs': Silence often connotes consent.-yarmo has not appeared to defend himself and may not but he sure haunts 2 of about a gadjilllion YT channels to slap-em up over here.

I've been the victim of the 'mob' here and this ain't it (though check this: How now, does yarmolenko offer ANY defense with his account nixed? He can't, which points-out a fatal flaw in the process here in that a unilaterally banned or as in this case, a ban-team attack on an alleged violation offers the accused no recourse for defense.

Happened to me 3 times ofr dissimilar infractions but when I was banned, I had to create sock-puppets to get back in the fucking building.

ALWAYS have thought this aspect of mob rule (and there have been mobs of 2-3 with douchebag as their influential character traits) on the sift a fatal flaw.

In all cases with myself, I was left to lurk and read the bullshit spewing from the mouths of douche after I was run outta town on rails.

It's fucking retarded, low-ebb, base human bullshit to me-Look what happened when we let blankfuck back?? He came, was awarded gifts and praises, he shit, he's gone. What a shining example of the human experience.