Why? Cos it rocks like a bastard.

...will really upset the proggers. Maybe the question should be "what intro would you choose?" ;-)

today.

Love, The Red Telephone: kicks off with

"Sitting on a hillside, watching all the people die
I'll feel much better on the other side"

and ends with "Freedom", over and over a nutty riff.

That'd do my last 4 minutes nicely. And I do live on a hillside, so its perfect for me, really.

When's this happenning, do you know? I might make sure the disc is in the player, just to be ready.

What are these songs that last less than four minutes of which you speak?

Long After Tonight is All Over - Jimmy Radcliffe, this afternoon it would probably be something entirely different

.... and tell Mr Reaper to hang on another 10mins until it had finished

I'd sit weeping inconsolably about the injustice of it all, far too young, so much left yet to do, and all that. For the first 48 seconds. Then I'd put on Frank Sinatra and That's Life

Some people get their kicks stomping on a dream

or put it another way, that's what is on at this very moment and I probably wouldn't bother changing it.

Julie London, not the Timberlake

And it leaves me 1min 6 seconds to get out of the life threatening situation in a James Bond stylee. Good times.

Wouldn't it depend on the circumstances which dictate why one only has four minutes left to live? e.g.:
Approaching tsunami - We Gotta Get Outta This Place
Murder/Suicide pact, having second thoughts midway - God Only Knows
Meteor storm - Great Balls of Fire
Feeling ironic when advising Mafia thug that you can't pay your gambling debts - Viva Las Vegas
Col. Gaddafi spotting the oncoming Nato air strike that will end it all - Here Come the Warm Jets

by Mark Owen.

But seriously, I'm always quite amused by these 'The world is going to end in 5 minutes, what would you do?' type questions. You'd just panic wouldn't you? Not calmly whack a record on.

for the trumpets, the enrgy, for feeling 18 again. Could I get 1 and a half minutes notice of the 4 minutes so the world can end on the final trumpet blast?

not the most sensitive discussion I've ever seen on here...

"Oops I Did It Again" by Britney.

I get the blame for everything.

4'33". I could manage without the last 33 seconds.

... a colleague and I took great pleasure in winding up another colleague.

I hope it was all done in good humour, but sometimes I wondered. This was one such time:

The other winder-up and I asked the one we constantly wound up, "What would you do if you had two minutes left to live?" and he replied, "I'd strangle the pair of you."

I asked, "What if you only had time to strangle one of us?"

He didn't even think about it: "I'd strangle you twice."

...I have vivid memories of similar discussions about our impending last 4 minutes. Since at the time everyone in my class (apart from one or two obvious liars) was a virgin, the general feeling was that the time might be best spent getting our ends away. Which is why the French assistante got even more sighs and lustful gazes than usual.

It would either be "Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere" with a minute-and-a-half left for silent contemplation.

Or, I'd just stick on "Cowgirl In The Sand" and check out while he's just getting going after the first verse.

I went through a thirty-year love affair with Neil Young, and I still have a huge soft spot for him. (Just not so rabid in the purchasing department, if you know what I mean.)

Because I'd then have something to look forward to:

I would get The Lovely Mags naked and give her a good seeing to...
Then a glass of red and a wee cigar.
With the time remaining?
Probably listen to Eleanor Rigby.

shoot myself. Can't stand waiting

it wouldn't be music I'd be enjoying in my last four minutes...

3:57 ... then 3 secs of reflection

...the notorious 4'11" by John Cage. But you'd get 4 minutes in and then be left cursing yourself for eternity for not knowing how it resolved in the last 11 seconds.

I imagine, I've had a handful of near-death incidents. You don't get to be our collective Massive age without a few near-fatal scrapes.

I once bounced off a speeding car windscreen, aged 15, and (amazingly) survived. Another time, I electrocuted myself so horrendously (flying across the room) the current left a perfectly round, smouldering hole in my thumb, since healed.

But the time I came off my bicycle at the scary Hyde Park Corner roundabout, I shall never forget. Well, firstly for obvious reasons: I was lying in the road with panicked motorists whizzing milimetres from my ears thinking I was going to die at any second.

But the other reason is: when I shakily got into my then workplace (an office where music was allowed), I immediately played my favourite ever song to myself, with the certain knowledge that I might have never heard it again. And while it was playing, I cried, hot fat tears. I cried with relief.

So, at the risk of sounding like Simon Bates on Our Tune, this one's for me. And this would be my 4 minute tune.

I guess I'd row on out into the middle of a lake, bring along a bottle of tequila, my sax and some Bach.

...pretty much most of side one of "The Ramones", one two free four... Gabba Gabba hey etc.

sounds to be specifically made to be listened to at the end of the world (at least to my ears). A gorgeous send off! Probably best enjoyed with a sexual partner of your taste.