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Off-Topic Discussion => General Discussion => Topic started by: vyper on August 17, 2004, 10:48:24 am
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Name them.
I'd say:
Elvis, In the Ghetto
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
On a cold and grey Chicago mornin',
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
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Belle And Sebastian - I Fought In A War
I fought in a war and I left my friends behind me
To go looking for the enemy, and it wasn't very long
Before I would stand with another boy in front of me
And a corpse that just fell into me, with the bullets flying round
And I reminded myself of the words you said when we were getting on
And I bet you're making shells back home for a steady boy to wear
Round his neck, well it won't hurt to think of you as if you're waiting for
This letter to arrive because I'll be here quite a while
I fought in a war and I left my friends behind me
To go looking for the enemy, and it wasn't very long
Before I found out that the sickness there ahead of me
Went beyond the bedsit infamy of the decade gone before
And I reminded myself of the words you said when we were getting on
And I bet you're making shells back home for a steady man to wear
Round his neck, well it won't hurt to think of you as if you're waiting for
This letter to arrive because I'll be here quite a while
I fought in a war, and I didn't know where it would end
It stretched before me infinitely, I couldn't really think
Of the day beyond now, keep your head down pal
There's trouble plenty in this hour, this day
I can see hope I can see light
And I reminded myself of the looks you gave when we were getting on
And I bet you're making shells back home for a steady man to wear
Round his neck, well it won't hurt to think of you as if you're waiting for
This letter to arrive because I'll be here quite a while
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[color=66ff00]Methinks you should enter the song in your sig aldo. :lol:
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Do I get to play?
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If you post a song, yes.
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Every Sperm is Sacred
There are Jews in the world.
There are Buddhists.
There are Hindus and Mormons, and then
There are those that follow Mohammed, but
I've never been one of them.
I'm a Roman Catholic,
And have been since before I was born,
And the one thing they say about Catholics is:
They'll take you as soon as you're warm.
You don't have to be a six-footer.
You don't have to have a great brain.
You don't have to have any clothes on. You're
A Catholic the moment Dad came,
Because
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
Let the heathen spill theirs
On the dusty ground.
God shall make them pay for
Each sperm that can't be found.
Every sperm is wanted.
Every sperm is good.
Every sperm is needed
In your neighbourhood.
Hindu, Taoist, Mormon,
Spill theirs just anywhere,
But God loves those who treat their
Semen with more care.
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,...
...God get quite irate.
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is good.
Every sperm is needed...
...In your neighbourhood!
Every sperm is useful.
Every sperm is fine.
God needs everybody's.
Mine!
And mine!
And mine!
Let the Pagan spill theirs
O'er mountain, hill, and plain.
God shall strike them down for
Each sperm that's spilt in vain.
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is good.
Every sperm is needed
In your neighbourhood.
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite iraaaaaate!
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:D
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Exodus - Shroud of Urine (http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/exodus/tempoofthedamned.html#4)
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[color=66ff00]Angry bunch of chaps.
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Scorpions - Wind of Change (http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/8292/livebite.html#11)
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Originally posted by Maeglamor
[color=66ff00]Angry bunch of chaps.
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They need a cup of tea and a scone with jam. That'll calm them down.
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[color=66ff00]Capital idea!
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Dark Lotus - My First Time
[Violent J:]
The first time, I didn't even feel guilty
Never washed off, stayed bloody and filthy
Just laid there next to the kid all night
Kind of soaking it all in, and feeling alright
I wasn't even old enough to drive yet, it was hell
I had to put him on my handlebars and dump him down a well
I tried to feed off of that until I couldn't anymore
By my sixteenth birthday, my total had grown to four.
[Monoxide:]
I ain't afraid of you, but be afraid of me
Cause when the lights go down, there ain't no stopping me
Memories of my first real killing
They found her all tied up, just hanging from the ceiling.
What I was feeling was just so dark and twisted
I couldn't believe I just did this.
Now I'm stuck in my very own private Hell
Will I ever do it again? Time will tell.
[Chorus:]
My first time
I was in control until the blood
It was my first time
The bloody mess I had to clean up
It was my first time
I know this ain't right
It was my first time
I finally took someone else's life
[Shaggy:]
Every time I lay my ass down to sleep
I pray to f*** these memories cease
Bloody face and final breaths taken
But the first, uh, what was I thinking?
Just a piece of rope and a pair of hands
I was a man, but she kept talking, man.
Suffocation, due to not breathing
I choked her for the very first time for no reason.
[Blaze:]
It was eleven on my clock, I remember that much
In the graveyard waitin for the dope man to show up
Ten minuets pass, and there's still no sign
Just then, off in the night, I see some headlights
A car rolls by, driving slow and I don't know
I thought it was my folk, I ain't pulled the .44
They stopped the ride, started blasting
The first time I didn't pull the heat
Damn, this was happenin?
[Chorus]
[Madrox:]
First time my knife touched skin
And the red blood started flowing so quick I just couldn't quit
Kept stabbing until everything that I seen was red
The pillow, the blankets, the walls, and even the bed
One color dominating everything like contemporary art
Am I the killer or artist with bloody heart?
Then I curled into a ball in the corner of the room
Feeling like a creep in the light of the moon.
[ABK:]
If I took this gun and put a hole in your chest
It won't compare to the first time I put someone to rest
Kind of like a dream, but on a nightmare level
Every time I think about it, I can still hear the shovel
Diggin' deep into the dirt to try and hide the pain
Knowing I got away with something I'd regret in the end
I really shouldn't have done it
But f*** it, I did him in
The first person that I killed was my first best friend
[Chorus]
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I'm a jerk
Convoy
You got a copy on me Pig Pen C'mon
Uh yeah Ten-Four Pig Pen fer sure fer sure.
By golly it's clean clear to Flag Town, C'mon
Yeah its a big Ten -Four there Pig Pen
Yeah we definitely got the front door, good buddy
Mercy Sakes Alive looks like we've got us a convoy
It was a dark a the moon
On the sixth of June
And a Kenworth pullin logs
Cab over Pete with a refer on
And a Jimmy haulin hogs
We was headin for bear '
On 'I-One Oh
Bout a mile out Shakey Town
I says Pig Pen this here's the rubber duck
And I'm about to put the hammer down.
Cause we got a little 'ole convoy
Rockin through the night
Yeah we got a little 'ole convoy
Ain't she a beautiful sight
C'mon and join our Convoy
Ain't nothin gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin convoy 'cross the USA
Convoy....Convoy.....
Yeah breaker Pig Pen this here's the Duck
And uh you wanna back off them hogs
Uh ten-four 'bout five mile or so
Ten-Roger them hogs is gettin intense up here
By the time we got into Tulsa Town
We had eighty-five trucks in all
But they's a road block up on the clover leaf
And them bears was wall to wall
Yeah them smokies as thick as bugs on a bumper
They even had a bear in the air
I says callin all trucks
This here's the Duck
We about to go a huntin bear
'Cause we got a great big convoy
Rockin through the night
Yeah we got a great big convoy
Ain't she a beautiful sight
C'mon and join our convoy
Aint nothin gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin convoy 'cross the USA
Convoy.....Convoy
Uh you wanna give me a ten-nine on that Pig Pen
Uh negatory Pig Pen you're still too close
Yeah them hogs is startin to close up my sinuses
Mercy Sakes you'd better back off another ten.
Well we rolled up Innerstate fourty-four
Like a rocket sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindel sheets
and left 'em settin on the scales
By the time we hit that Shy Town
Them bears was a gettin smart
They'd brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinois national guard
Theres armored cars and tanks and jeeps
And rigs of every size
Yeah them chicken coops was full of bears
And choppers filled the skies.
Well we shot the line
We went for broke
With a thousand screamin trucks
And eleven long haired Friends of Jesus
In a Chartreuse microbus
Yeah Rubber Duck to Sod Buster
C'mon there yeah Ten-Four Sod Buster
Listen you wanna put that microbus in behind that suicide jockey?
Yeah he's haulin dynamite and he needs all the help he can get
Well we laid a strip for the Jersey Shore
Prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn't have a doggone dime
I says Pig Pen this here's the Rubber Duck
We just ain't a gonna pay no toll
So we crashed the gate doin 98
I says let them truckers roll,
Ten-Four.
'Cause we got a mighty convoy
Rockin through the night
Yeah we got a mighty convoy
Ain't she a beautiful sight
C'mon and join our convoy
Aint nothin gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin convoy 'cross the USA
Convoy.....Convoy
Ah Ten-Four Pig Pen what's you're Twenty?
Omaha?!
Well they oughtta know what to do with them hogs out there fer sure
Well mercy sakes good buddy we gonna back on outta here
So keep the buttons off yer glass and the bears off yer...tail
We'll catch you on the flip flop
This here's the Rubber Duck on the side
We gone - Bye Bye
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I need, I feel, a love,
You love to love the fear,
I never want to be alone,
I’ve forgotten to.
The road keeps moving clouds,
The clouds become unreal,
I guess I’ll always be at home,
Do you want me to try,
Directing your night.
An exit lights the sky,
The sky becomes complete.
Traveling hearts divide the throne,
I’ve forgotten to.
Friction, lines, bumps,
The highway song complete,
The signs are all turning right,
Do you want me to try,
Directing your light,
Want me to try,
Directing your light.
The purest forms of life,
Our days are never coming back,
The cannons of our time,
Our days are never coming back,
The purest forms of life,
Our days are never coming back,
The cannons of our time,
Our days are never ever coming back.
Our days are never coming back,
Our days are never coming back,
Our days are never coming back. (http://freespace.volitionwatch.com/blackwater/systemofadownhighwaysong.mp3)
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A groan of tedium escapes me
Startling the fearful
Is this a test?
It has to be
Otherwise I can't go on
Draining patience
Drained vitality
This paranoid, paralysed
Vampire act's a little old
But I'm still right here giving blood,
Keeping faith
And I'm still right here
But I'm still right here giving blood,
Keeping faith
And I'm still right here
Wait it out
Gonna wait it out
Be patient
If there were no reward to reap
A loving embrace
To see me through
This tedious path
I've chosen here
I certainly would have
Walked away, by now
Going to wait it out
If there were no desire to heal
A damaged and broken man alone
This tedious path
I've chosen here
I certainly would have
Walked away by now
And I still may
I still may
Be patient
I must keep reminding myself of this
If there were no reward to reap
A loving embrace
To see me through
This tedious path
I've chosen here
I certainly would have
Walked away, by now
And I still may
And I still may
And I still may
And I
Gonna wait out
Gonna wait it out
Wait out
Gonna wait it out
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and becase I already have the file up
I have a problem that I cannot explain,
I have no reason why it should have been so plain,
Have no questions but I sure have excuse,
I lack the reason why I should be so confused,
I know, how I feel when I’m around you,
I don’t know, how I feel when I’m around you,
Around you,
Left a message but it ain’t a bit of use,
I have the pictures, the wild might be the deuce,
Today you called, you saw me, you explained,
Playing the show and running down the plane,
I know, how I feel when I’m around you,
I don’t know, how I feel when I’m around you,
I know, how I feel when I’m around you,
I don’t know, how I feel when I’m around you,
Around you, around you, around you... (http://freespace.volitionwatch.com/blackwater/soadroulette.mp3)
that's actualy a much better song,
actualy that's probly there best song
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oh, and almost as good
wasn't there for you
I wasn't there for you
I know weather's gonna be fine
But I can't see you 'cross the streamline
My love waits for me in daytime
But I can't see you through the snowblind
But I wasn't there for you
You are gone (I wasn't there for you)
Goodbyes are long
Goodbye (I wasn't there for you)
Goodbye
I wasn't there for goodbye
I wasn't there for goodbye
Well, I know time reveals in hindsight
I can wrestle with the stormy night
Because your love lasts a lifetime
But I can see you through the snowblind
But I wasn't there for you
You are gone (I wasn't there for you)
Goodbyes are long
You are gone (I wasn't there for you)
Goodbyes are long
Goodbye
I wasn't there for you
I wasn't there
I wasn't there for you
I wasn't there for you
You are gone (I wasn't there for you)
Goodbyes are long
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye (http://freespace.volitionwatch.com/blackwater/SystemOfADownStreamline.mp3)
there you now have three good reasons to love system of a down
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Cookie Jar by Jack Johnson
I would turn on the TV but it's so embarrasing
To see all the other people I don't know that they mean
It was magic at first when they spoke without sound
And now this world is gonna hurt you better turn that thing down
Turn it around
"It wasn't me", says the boy with the gun
"Sure I pulled the trigger but it needed to be done
Cause life's been killing me ever since it begun
You cant blame me cause I'm too young"
"You can't blame me sure the killer was my son
But I didn't teach him to pull the trigger of the gun
It's the killer on this TV screen
You cant blame me its those images he seen"
Well "You can't blame me", says the media man
Well "I wasn't the one who came up with the plan
I just point my camera at what the people want to see
Man it's a two way mirror and you cant blame me"
"You can't blame me", says the singer of the song
Or the maker of the movie which he based his life on
"It's only entertainment and as anyone can see
The smoke machines and makeup
Hey you cant fool me"
It was you it was me it was every man
We've all got the blood on our hands
We only receive what we demand
And if we want hell then hells what well have
And I would turn on the TV
But its so embarrasing
To see all the other people
I don't even know that they mean
And it was magic at first
But it let everyone down
And now this world is gonna hurt
You better turn it around
Turn it around
and Weapon by Matthew Good
You can watch the video here (http://www.matthewgood.org/media/video/avalanche/weapon_480.php).
Here by my side, an angel
Here by my side, the devil
Never turn your back on me
Never turn your back on me, again
Here by my side, it's Heaven
Here by my side, you are destruction
Here by my side, a new colour to paint the world
Never turn your back on it
Never turn your back on it, again
Here by my side, it's Heaven
Careful, be careful
Careful, be careful
This is where the world drops off
Where the world drops off
Careful, be careful
You breathe in and you breathe out
For it ain't so weird
How it makes you a weapon
And you give in
And you give out
For it ain't so weird
How it makes you a weapon
Never turn your back on it
Never turn your back on it again
Careful, be careful
Here by my side, it's Heaven
A bunch more of his songs and videos here (http://www.matthewgood.org/web/beta2/).
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Joseph Kilna McKenzie---Sgt. Mckenzie
Original Scottish Version[/i]
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
When they come a wull staun ma groon
Staun ma groon al nae be afraid
Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear
Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears
Ains a year say a prayer faur me
Close yir een an remember me
Nair mair shall a see the sun
For a fell tae a Germans gun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
English Translation[/i]
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
When they come I will stand my ground
Stand my ground I'll not be afraid
Thoughts of home take away my fear
Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears
Once a year say a prayer for me
Close your eyes and remember me
Never more shall I see the sun
For I fell to a Germans gun
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Where before many more have gone
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(http://images.ibsys.com/2003/1105/2612950_200X150.jpg)
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus, on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar stain
Try to kill it, all the way
But I remember, everything
What have I become,
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away, in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
(http://www.waxmuseum.net/images/JohnnyCashVideo-Hurt.jpg)
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings, disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become,
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away, in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find... a way...
(http://members.home.nl/thestarr/pix/cash_hurt.jpg)
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The The - This Is The Day
Well... you didn't wake up this morning,
'cause you didn't go to bed.
You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red!
The calendar on your wall - is ticking - the days off.
You've been reading some old letters.
You smile and think how much you've changed.
All the money in the world couldn't buy back those days.
You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes.
You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky.
This is the day -- Your life will surely change.
This is the day -- When things fall into place.
You could've done anything, if you'd wanted.
And all your friends and family think that you're lucky.
But the side of you they'll never see
Is when you're left alone with the memories
That hold your life together like -- GLUE
You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes.
You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky.
This is the day -- Your life will surely change.
This is the day -- When things fall into place.
This is the day -- Your life will surely change.
(repeat to fade)
Tool - Aenima
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bull**** three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless ****ing hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any ****ing time. Any ****ing day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
It's a
Bull**** three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless ****ing hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any ****ing time. Any ****ing day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.
Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dip****s.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this
Silly ****, stupid ****...
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Learn to swim.
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.
Learn to swim.
**** L Ron Hubbard and
**** all his clones.
**** all those gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.
Learn to swim.
**** retro anything.
**** your tattoos.
**** all you junkies and
**** your short memory.
Learn to swim.
**** smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
**** these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.
Learn to swim.
Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.
Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.
I wanna see it all come down.
suck it down.
flush it down.
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Originally posted by diamondgeezer
*snip*
Nine Inch Nails did it better.
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You really should die for that.
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"The Tale of the Oyster"
Cole Porter, Fifty Million Frenchmen, 1929
Down by the sea lived a lonesome oyster,
Ev'ry day getting sadder and moister.
He found his home life awf'lly wet,
And longed to travel with the upper set.
Poor little oyster.
Fate was kind to that oyster we know,
When one day the chef from the Park Casino
Saw that oyster lying there,
And said "I'll put you on my bill of fare."
Lucky little oyster.
See him on his silver platter,
Watching the queens of fashion chatter.
Hearing the wives of millionaires
Discuss their marriages and their love affairs.
Thrilled little oyster.
See that bivalve social climber
Feeding the rich Mrs. Hoggenheimer,
Think of his joy as he gaily glides
Down to the middle of her gilded insides.
Proud little oyster.
After lunch Mrs. H. complains,
And says to her hostess, "I've got such pains.
I came to town on my yacht today,
But I think I'd better hurray back to Oyster Bay."
Scared little oyster.
Off they go thru the troubled tide,
The yacht rolling madly from side to side.
They're tossed about 'til that fine young oyster
Finds that it's time he should quit his cloister,
Up comes the oyster.
Back once more where he started from,
He murmured, "I haven't a single qualm,
For I've had a taste of society,
And society has had a taste of me."
Wise little oyster.
(I was never the same after I performed this song.)
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Originally posted by 01010
Nine Inch Nails did it better.
As much as I like NIN, I'd have to agree with vyper. Die.
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Originally posted by Thorn
As much as I like NIN, I'd have to agree with vyper. Die.
For expressing an opinion? A little harsh no?
For the record, I think Johnny Cash is great, a true punk in spirit if not sound, however when he covered Hurt he put his own personal spin on the song which is great (I like his version don't get me wrong) but I can't relate to it in the same way I can with the NIN version.
The NIN version got me through some very dark times in my life and it's pretty much the only song that can make me cry, it's pretty much one of my favourite songs. Hence my preference.
I see it this way;
Johnny Cash sings it as a frail old man, admitting that his mortality is catching up with him, all his old friends and his wife are gone and he knows his time is soon. I can't relate to that.
Trent Reznor sings it as someone who has hit the bottom, that feels nothing but pain and needs pain to make him realise he is still a human, someone that is cold and lonely but not through age, through the person he is and the hand that life has dealt him.
Bloody hell, I didn't mean to write an essay.
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Originally posted by 01010
ANGST ANGST BABY
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Thread bumpers
Who bumped this thread?
It was no londer a threat
Because the topic was sunk,
and the poster was drunk.
Many of us flame the bumping member,
And say: ('Do not post more here, remember!')
Here is now a focal point to flame
because there is somebody to blame.
Poor flamed guy is running
but the others are still stunning
Do not chase that bloke,
it wanted to be a joke!
The thread is on the top now,
The patience of the admins are down.
They are clicking on the 'close' button,
so the thread may get back to the bottom.
Notes: More than a year-old material
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Shut the **** up Janos.
01010, I stand corrected.
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Janos, as I see it almost all great art is angst, the cliche of the angst ridden artist for the most part is true. When discussing said art and it's influence on my own or anyones life, it is going to appear angsty in some form. However, I'm quite a bit detached from the average Limpslipbizkornpark angst lover, I'm not angry at my parents, I'm not mad at the situation in my life, I wasn't ever abused/molested/raped or whatever. It was simply a song that hit me at the right time in my life and made a hell of a lot of sense and helped me through some rough times. I hope you can appreciate the difference.
Thorn: No problem, looking back at my other post, it does look to be putting the Cash version of the song down somewhat. Unintentionally though. :)
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I spent half an hour to make this:
Inside the ring
There is one thing in the focus
the fighting hocus-pocus!
The competitors are without awe
as the spectators wave
some of them are white-collars
and some of them are low on dollars
somebody will be knocked to the ground
at the end of the first round
before there is the big bong,
you will have to wait an hour long
before starting the show,
people want to buy fried dough.
The fighters are not hungry, though:
which should be a law.
One will be beat at today's night
which is just right.
They are pulling on the gloves,
while their confidence improves
here starts the fight,
at the dead of night
you didn't have to wait till dawn,
because one of them is already down
It did not take so long,
so here is the end of the folk-song.
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01010 - Infact I'd be interested to see someone who has managed to avoid angst entirely in their childhood and teenage years - but I can safely say that not one person I know has been completely angst free.
And to me that says it's just a part of life - it might not be the prettiest thing in the world - but if almost everyone (indeed - mostly everyone) - has suffered angst, then everyone can relate to it.
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Originally posted by 01010
Janos, as I see it almost all great art is angst, the cliche of the angst ridden artist for the most part is true.
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Yup, and most important art is always done by the most depressed/insane dudes.
When discussing said art and it's influence on my own or anyones life, it is going to appear angsty in some form. However, I'm quite a bit detached from the average Limpslipbizkornpark angst lover, I'm not angry at my parents, I'm not mad at the situation in my life, I wasn't ever abused/molested/raped or whatever.
i feel relieved
edit: I really do.
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One for yerself Aldo
Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover.
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback,
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said, "Son,
It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun,
And they marched me away to the war.
And the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As the ship pulled away from the quay,
And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears,
We sailed off for Gallipoli.
And how well I remember that terrible day,
How our blood stained the sand and the water;
And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he primed himself well;
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell --
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.
But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
When we stopped to bury our slain,
Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs,
Then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well, we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire.
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,
And when I woke up in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead --
Never knew there was worse things than dying.
For I'll go no more "Waltzing Matilda,"
All around the green bush far and free --
To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs,
No more "Waltzing Matilda" for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where me legs used to be,
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me,
To grieve, to mourn and to pity.
But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As they carried us down the gangway,
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,
Then they turned all their faces away.
And so now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,
Reviving old dreams of past glory,
And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore,
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask meself the same question.
But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda,"
And the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda.
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong,
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
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I think much of the greatest art is far from angsty. To cite a few: Bach's music reflects a sort of transcendent, spiritual calm, Debussy captures the delightful charm of child-like wonder and guilty pleasure, and Vivaldi... well need I say more? Hell, Brahms liked to take walks bright and early in the morning with candy for the children.
That's to say nothing of jazz and swing, which get the blood racing better than Dunk's coffee.
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The Seven Warnings
- Pete Coe
As through the city I was riding
Oh believe me, these words are true
In golden towers the rich were hiding
Oh believe me, these words are true
In paper houses the poor were biding
Oh believe me, these words are true
And that's the first of the seven warnings
Oh believe me, these words are true
I saw the meadow but no-one ploughing
Oh believe me, these words are true
I saw the furrow but no-one sowing
Oh believe me, these words are true
I saw the harvest but no-one mowing
Oh believe me, these words are true
And that's the second of the seven warnings
Oh believe me, these words are true
I saw the giant so full of learning
Oh believe me, these words are true
I heard is song of love and mourning
Oh believe me, these words are true
And all around him black sea was burning
Oh believe me, these words are true
And that's the third of the seven warnings
Oh believe me, these words are true
The floods are rising and the lighting flashes
Oh believe me, these words are true
But fire cleanses while water washes
Oh believe me, these words are true
But plague and famine breed in the ashes
Oh believe me, these words are true
And that's the fourth of the seven warnings
Oh believe me, these words are true
Southern breezes plead retribution
Oh believe me, these words are true
But western winds bring no solution
Oh believe me, these words are true
While eastern tempests howl revolution
Oh believe me, these words are true
And that's the fifth of the seven warnings
Oh believe me, these words are true
Had we the courage to be more daring
Oh believe me, these words are true
And if the wealthy were more sharing
Oh believe me, these words are true
And those in power could be more caring
Oh believe me, these words are true
And that's the sixth of the seven warnings
Oh believe me, these words are true
And that's the last of the seven warnings
Oh believe me..............
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Can't believe I forgot to mention these:
Temptation:
Driven by restrained desire
I want what I need
Shaking as her sex takes hold
I've lost all control
Drowning in a sea of rage
I taste the embrace
Helpless as it steals my soul
I've lost all control
We exist in a world where the fear of
Iillusion is real
And we cling to the past to deny and confuse
The ideal
Once inside, we can conceive and believe in a god
we can't feel
Destined by a fate so cruel
And drugged to delight
Laughing as these lies unfold
I've lost all control
Temptation
It never lets me down
Temptation
One foot in the ground
Temptation
You satisfy my soul
Temptation
I've lost all control
Babylon:
Now that the thrill of the massacre is over
Isn't it sweet when she sucks on your veins
I've waited so long
I roll back the stone just to see
What I'm missing
Glimpses of grandeurr now faced with defeat
I've waited so long
Now that your kingdom of Babylon's fading
where will you turn when you can't find
Your soul
I've waited so long
Salvation's at hand,
Its a matter of taste dear
Lost in ideals you found in the trash
I've waited so long
Both songs are by the Tea Party.
A lot of their songs are very profound, but those two stick the most in my mind, because they're damned cool songs.
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Originally posted by Kalfireth
01010 - Infact I'd be interested to see someone who has managed to avoid angst entirely in their childhood and teenage years - but I can safely say that not one person I know has been completely angst free.
*timidly raises hand*
I can truthfully say that I was/am very unangsty, most of this stems from the fact that I was completely ignored by everybody my age once we were outside the walls of the school/church/whatever and if I ever copped an attitude of any kind around my father/he heard about it...let's just say the belt came off and I didn't do it again.
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The Maelstrom Mephisto by Dimmu Borgir
Ride the vortex winds with the beast inside
Cast down all memories from a past and future world
The cynic icons and the cryptic writings
As a picturesque creation in force and spirit
Against their reason and will, it is time
Give darkness it's passion plea
The venomous tongue
The inevitable poison
Paralyze the angels
Freeze the forgiven
Baptize in fire
Unleash the devil at heart
Unleash the maelstrom mephisto
So sinner, mourn well
Make all the swans suffer in hell
The maelstrom of the mephisto left the trace
To revel and feast in undelivered grace
Pledged to judgmental arrogance in
Drawn principles of ignorant falsehood
To comprehend that the sin of life is life itself
A tyranny in torment, an inner-sanctum stealing sleep
In the dimness surrounding the towers of the castle
Where the ravens spread their wings out wide
Dwell in depths of the darker self at any shore of infinity
And watch the relentless paint the soil black
What is being formed echoes throughout eternity
As the painter chooses color no more
Hold your shadows close when the comedy is over
As the days of mourning seem to be the days of joy
Fragments fell from the sky in order to penetrate the eyes
A convict wallowing in a lifetime of lies…lies
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Angst is a vital facet in an artists tools ;)
Wonderful Lie - Unknown
Get up from a dream and I look for rain,
Take an Amphetamine and a crushed rat brain,
How am I feeling? Better, I suppose.
How am I looking I don't want the truth,
What am I doing, I aint in my youth,
I'm past my prime, or was that just a pose?
It's a wonderful lie, I still get by on those.
I've been accused of never opening up,
I get too close then I keep my mouth shut,
I'm gonna run to the wind where the big bad city blows,
It's a wonderful lie, I still get by on those.
Well you can dress to the eights you can dress to main,
It'll make you feel great this fortune and fame,
Wearing too much makeup, not near enough clothes.
It's a wonderful lie, I still get by on those.
So don't pin your hopes or pin your dreams,
To misanthropes, guys like me,
And the truth is over-rated, I suppose.
It's a wonderful lie, I still get by on those.
It's a wonderful lie, I still get by on those.
If someone knows who wrote this, I'd be very grateful, it's bugged me for years ;)
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Paul-Westerberg wrote that. I always tend to find a google of the song name with lyrics on the end always brings a result.
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I wasn't even sure that was the name of the song to be honest ;)
Thanks, shoulda thought of that myself :D
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Gotta love Google ;)
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[color=66ff00]I don't get much from lyrics in general, I am more influenced by the mood of music.
Probably why I rarely listen to metal or a good percentage of rap, they just make me angry then depressed.
Susumi Yakota; now he kicks neck.
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