What song describes you?
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FoolThemAll
- Joined: Sun Jun 30, 2002 2:32 pm
- Location: St. Clair Shores, MI
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I burn and melt and stick and fade
Your temporary arms invade
One of many last warnings
Cannot wipe the conscience clean
The stain wears in, the stain wears in
You whore me in again
Cannot connect the smirking world
The poison flower comes uncurled
If I believe, if I believe
If I believe I'm dreaming
And if they find you lost again
What will you tell them then?
Collapsing in again, you found
What makes it sore
You triggered off the feelings that
You felt before
I come crawling up again
I need to eat, I need a friend
Someone with me, someone with me
No better feeling than escape
Avoid the feeling so you're
Collapsing in again, you found
What makes it sore
You triggered off the feelings that
You felt before
All the guilt pulls away, if only forever
All the guilt pulls away, if only forever
You replace the name, you replace the fear
I can't come out, but I want you here
I'm laughing now, and then it floods
But not out loud
And I come crawling up again
I need to eat, I need a friend
I feel you up and feel you down
I need your space, I need it now
Collapsing in again, you found
What makes it sore
You triggered off the feelings that
You felt before
Another circumstance has gone and shut you down
Another fear awakened in the fault you found
Finger Eleven "Temporary Arms"
Your temporary arms invade
One of many last warnings
Cannot wipe the conscience clean
The stain wears in, the stain wears in
You whore me in again
Cannot connect the smirking world
The poison flower comes uncurled
If I believe, if I believe
If I believe I'm dreaming
And if they find you lost again
What will you tell them then?
Collapsing in again, you found
What makes it sore
You triggered off the feelings that
You felt before
I come crawling up again
I need to eat, I need a friend
Someone with me, someone with me
No better feeling than escape
Avoid the feeling so you're
Collapsing in again, you found
What makes it sore
You triggered off the feelings that
You felt before
All the guilt pulls away, if only forever
All the guilt pulls away, if only forever
You replace the name, you replace the fear
I can't come out, but I want you here
I'm laughing now, and then it floods
But not out loud
And I come crawling up again
I need to eat, I need a friend
I feel you up and feel you down
I need your space, I need it now
Collapsing in again, you found
What makes it sore
You triggered off the feelings that
You felt before
Another circumstance has gone and shut you down
Another fear awakened in the fault you found
Finger Eleven "Temporary Arms"
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One more day to fool them all
One more day to drop the ball
One more day to fade away
One more day to fool them all
One more day to drop the ball
One more day to fade away
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Tom the Fish
- Joined: Sun Aug 04, 2002 10:18 am
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Evil Urchin
- Joined: Tue Aug 19, 2003 10:13 pm
- Location: ~The Land of Honey and Milk, and Afros
Wow.....angst....overpowering me.....Can't you people get some damn self respect or something? Anyway, onto my song(s)
Since I couldn't decide, first up is a song by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
DARKER WITH THE DAY
As so with that, I thought I'd take a final walk
The tide of public opinion had started to abate
The neighbours, bless them, had
turned out to be all talk
I could see their frightened faces
peering at me trough the gate
I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure
Time moved so rapidly, I had no hope
of keeping track of it
I thought of my friends who had died of exposure
And I remembered other ones who
had died from the lack of it
And in my best shoes I started falling
forward down the street
I stopped at a church and jostled through the crowd
And love followed just behind me
panting at my feet
At the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud
Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God
I searched through the pictures in a
leather-bound book
I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood
And a gilled Jesus shivering on a
fisherman's hook
Babe
It seems so long
Since you've been gone away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day
Back on the street I saw a great big smiling sun
It was a Good day and an Evil day and
all was bright and new
And it seemed to me that most
destruction was being done
By those who could not choose
between the two
Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones
The streets groan with little Caesars,
Napoleons and cunts
With their building blocks and their tiny
plastic phones
Counting on their fingers, with crumbs
down their fronts
I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers
The Camellias, Magnolias, and Azaleas so sweet
And I stood there invisible in the panicking crowds
You looked so beautiful in the rising heat
I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns
People carry on regardless, listening to their hands
Great cracks appear in the pavement,
the earth yawns
Bored and disgusted, to do us down
Babe
It seems so long
Since you've been gone
You went away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day
These streets are frozen now
I come and go
Full of a longing for something I do
not know
My father sits slumped in the
deepening snow
As I search, in and out, above,
about, below
Babe
It seems so long
Since you’ve been gone
And you went away
And I
Open a grave
But it grows darker with the day
Next up is a Cracker song...
Teen Angst
I don't know what the world may need,
but I'm sure as hell that it starts with me
And that's a wisdom,
I have laughed at.
I don't know what the world may want,
but a good stiff drink it surely don't,
So I think I'll go and fix myself a tall one.
'Cause what the world needs now
is a new kind of tension,
'Cause the old one just bores me to death.
Cause, what the world needs now,
is another folk singer
like I need a hole in my head.
I don't know what the world may need,
but a V8 engine's a good start for me.
Think I'll drive to find a place to be surly.
I don't know what the world may want,
but some words of wisdom could comfort us
Think I'll leave that up to someone wiser.
'Cause, what the world needs now
are some true words of wisdom
like "La La La La La."
'Cause, what the world needs now
is another folk singer
like I need a hole in my head.
I don't know what the world may need,
and I never grasped your complexities--
I'd be happy just to get your attention.
I don't know what the world may want,
but your long, sweet body lying next to mine
could certainly raise my spirits.
'Cause what the world needs now
is a new Frank Sinatra
so I can get you in bed.
'Cause what the world needs now
is another folk singer
like I need a hole in my head.
Finally, a King Crimson ditty
21st Century Schizoid Man
Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.
And that, as they say, is that. Although perhaps I should have added in KMFDM's "Light"....oh well.
Since I couldn't decide, first up is a song by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
DARKER WITH THE DAY
As so with that, I thought I'd take a final walk
The tide of public opinion had started to abate
The neighbours, bless them, had
turned out to be all talk
I could see their frightened faces
peering at me trough the gate
I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure
Time moved so rapidly, I had no hope
of keeping track of it
I thought of my friends who had died of exposure
And I remembered other ones who
had died from the lack of it
And in my best shoes I started falling
forward down the street
I stopped at a church and jostled through the crowd
And love followed just behind me
panting at my feet
At the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud
Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God
I searched through the pictures in a
leather-bound book
I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood
And a gilled Jesus shivering on a
fisherman's hook
Babe
It seems so long
Since you've been gone away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day
Back on the street I saw a great big smiling sun
It was a Good day and an Evil day and
all was bright and new
And it seemed to me that most
destruction was being done
By those who could not choose
between the two
Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones
The streets groan with little Caesars,
Napoleons and cunts
With their building blocks and their tiny
plastic phones
Counting on their fingers, with crumbs
down their fronts
I passed by your garden, saw you with your flowers
The Camellias, Magnolias, and Azaleas so sweet
And I stood there invisible in the panicking crowds
You looked so beautiful in the rising heat
I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns
People carry on regardless, listening to their hands
Great cracks appear in the pavement,
the earth yawns
Bored and disgusted, to do us down
Babe
It seems so long
Since you've been gone
You went away
And I
Just got to say
That it grows darker with the day
These streets are frozen now
I come and go
Full of a longing for something I do
not know
My father sits slumped in the
deepening snow
As I search, in and out, above,
about, below
Babe
It seems so long
Since you’ve been gone
And you went away
And I
Open a grave
But it grows darker with the day
Next up is a Cracker song...
Teen Angst
I don't know what the world may need,
but I'm sure as hell that it starts with me
And that's a wisdom,
I have laughed at.
I don't know what the world may want,
but a good stiff drink it surely don't,
So I think I'll go and fix myself a tall one.
'Cause what the world needs now
is a new kind of tension,
'Cause the old one just bores me to death.
Cause, what the world needs now,
is another folk singer
like I need a hole in my head.
I don't know what the world may need,
but a V8 engine's a good start for me.
Think I'll drive to find a place to be surly.
I don't know what the world may want,
but some words of wisdom could comfort us
Think I'll leave that up to someone wiser.
'Cause, what the world needs now
are some true words of wisdom
like "La La La La La."
'Cause, what the world needs now
is another folk singer
like I need a hole in my head.
I don't know what the world may need,
and I never grasped your complexities--
I'd be happy just to get your attention.
I don't know what the world may want,
but your long, sweet body lying next to mine
could certainly raise my spirits.
'Cause what the world needs now
is a new Frank Sinatra
so I can get you in bed.
'Cause what the world needs now
is another folk singer
like I need a hole in my head.
Finally, a King Crimson ditty
21st Century Schizoid Man
Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.
And that, as they say, is that. Although perhaps I should have added in KMFDM's "Light"....oh well.
Kawaita hitomi de dareka na itekure -The Real Folk Blues, Yoko Kanno
I like it! -Indiscipline, King Crimson
If you wanna touch the sky, you must be prepared to die, and I hate cough syrup don't you? -Cough Syrup, Butthole Surfers
I like it! -Indiscipline, King Crimson
If you wanna touch the sky, you must be prepared to die, and I hate cough syrup don't you? -Cough Syrup, Butthole Surfers
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Otohiko
- Joined: Mon May 05, 2003 8:32 pm
Mine wasn't angsty at all 
In general, I can't say I'm described well by lyrics. Actually, the King Crimson piece you mention in your sig is yet another chaotic, imaginitive, frustrated but entertained-sounding vocal song that describes me - probably better than anything else...
Indiscipline (using a certain live version emphasis)
I do remember one thing...
...it took hours and hours...
...hours and hours and hours...
... and BY the time I was done with it,
I was so involved, I didn't know what to THINK
...I carried it around with me for DAYS and days - playing little games,
like
not looking at it
for a WHOLE day
And then!...
looking at it, to see if I still like it.
I DID!!!
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I REPEAT MYSELF WHEN UNDER STRESS I REPEAT MYSELF WHEN UNDER STRESS I REPEAT MYSELF WHEN UNDER STRESS I REPEAT
The more I look at, the more I like it.
I do think it's good
I do think it's good
I do think it's good
I do think it's good
but
NO MATTER HOW CLOSELY
I study it
No matter HOW I take it apart
No matter how Ibreak it DOWN
It remains consistent
I do think it's good
I do think it's good
I do think it's good.
I WISH YOU WERE HERE TO SEE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I like it!
And I hope you like it too!
(1981)
***
In general though, I prefer instrumental music, namely that of King Crimson to describe my own way of thinking. It resonates. That's why I like it so much.
In general, I can't say I'm described well by lyrics. Actually, the King Crimson piece you mention in your sig is yet another chaotic, imaginitive, frustrated but entertained-sounding vocal song that describes me - probably better than anything else...
Indiscipline (using a certain live version emphasis)
I do remember one thing...
...it took hours and hours...
...hours and hours and hours...
... and BY the time I was done with it,
I was so involved, I didn't know what to THINK
...I carried it around with me for DAYS and days - playing little games,
like
not looking at it
for a WHOLE day
And then!...
looking at it, to see if I still like it.
I DID!!!
***
I REPEAT MYSELF WHEN UNDER STRESS I REPEAT MYSELF WHEN UNDER STRESS I REPEAT MYSELF WHEN UNDER STRESS I REPEAT
The more I look at, the more I like it.
I do think it's good
I do think it's good
I do think it's good
I do think it's good
but
NO MATTER HOW CLOSELY
I study it
No matter HOW I take it apart
No matter how Ibreak it DOWN
It remains consistent
I do think it's good
I do think it's good
I do think it's good.
I WISH YOU WERE HERE TO SEE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
***
I like it!
And I hope you like it too!
(1981)
***
In general though, I prefer instrumental music, namely that of King Crimson to describe my own way of thinking. It resonates. That's why I like it so much.
The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…
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Evil Urchin
- Joined: Tue Aug 19, 2003 10:13 pm
- Location: ~The Land of Honey and Milk, and Afros
Actually, I was thinking of using Indiscipline, but decided I had too many songs already. I'll just let my sig speak for it then.
Kawaita hitomi de dareka na itekure -The Real Folk Blues, Yoko Kanno
I like it! -Indiscipline, King Crimson
If you wanna touch the sky, you must be prepared to die, and I hate cough syrup don't you? -Cough Syrup, Butthole Surfers
I like it! -Indiscipline, King Crimson
If you wanna touch the sky, you must be prepared to die, and I hate cough syrup don't you? -Cough Syrup, Butthole Surfers
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soshamaru
- Joined: Tue Sep 09, 2003 1:22 pm
- Location: delaware
[korn - follow the leader]
B. B. K. Lyrics:So you’ve seen I’ve gotten this far
Please give me some place to worry
I’m not trying to go there, so take me away
Life sometimes pisses me off
It’s never a good trip for me
Every time I reach for love, it’s taken away
Night! so I play
Give me a sign this is day
Give me some patience, so I pray
It’s time to die
Is that what I want?
There’s nothing wrong wanting to be loved
Is there something wrong with me?
Once in my life I’d like to be really set free
Let me be me
Night! so I play
Give me a sign this is day
Give me some guidance, so I pray
It’s time to die
Is that what I want?
Take me away
Taken away
Take me away
Taken...away
Night! so I play
Give me a sign this is day
Give me some patience, so I pray
It’s time to die
Is that what I want?
Night! so I play
Give me a sign this is day
Give me some guidance, so I pray
It’s time to die
Is that what I want?
probably best fit me in high school.
rite now i don't really have a song that fits me that much
B. B. K. Lyrics:So you’ve seen I’ve gotten this far
Please give me some place to worry
I’m not trying to go there, so take me away
Life sometimes pisses me off
It’s never a good trip for me
Every time I reach for love, it’s taken away
Night! so I play
Give me a sign this is day
Give me some patience, so I pray
It’s time to die
Is that what I want?
There’s nothing wrong wanting to be loved
Is there something wrong with me?
Once in my life I’d like to be really set free
Let me be me
Night! so I play
Give me a sign this is day
Give me some guidance, so I pray
It’s time to die
Is that what I want?
Take me away
Taken away
Take me away
Taken...away
Night! so I play
Give me a sign this is day
Give me some patience, so I pray
It’s time to die
Is that what I want?
Night! so I play
Give me a sign this is day
Give me some guidance, so I pray
It’s time to die
Is that what I want?
probably best fit me in high school.
rite now i don't really have a song that fits me that much
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Otohiko
- Joined: Mon May 05, 2003 8:32 pm
I still wonder why angst is so spread among teens. I never went through that stage. Occasional creative frustration is one thing, or a bit of private anguish, but a general world outlook like that seems pretty unreasonable to me. Why then is it so widespread?
I guess people in general aren't as reasonable as I'd hope...
I guess people in general aren't as reasonable as I'd hope...
The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…
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LightningCountX
- Joined: Tue May 20, 2003 8:35 am
- Location: Bayside, NY Interests: Your Mom ^_^
- Contact:
Well, i just get angry with myself sometimes, how im always too shy to talk to women, or being stepped all over beacause im a nice guy. But no matter how much I get pushed around, I wont wind up killing everybody...Otohiko wrote:I still wonder why angst is so spread among teens. I never went through that stage. Occasional creative frustration is one thing, or a bit of private anguish, but a general world outlook like that seems pretty unreasonable to me. Why then is it so widespread?
I guess people in general aren't as reasonable as I'd hope...
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Evil Urchin
- Joined: Tue Aug 19, 2003 10:13 pm
- Location: ~The Land of Honey and Milk, and Afros
I dunno. Being a teen myself, I can honestly say I'm not in any sort of "oh boo hoo the world doesn't understand me, I'll go write a poem about how sad my life is then listen to Linkin Park/NIN/whatever the new angst band is these days" phase. I happen to think that most of this is due to the fact that pop culture has been gradually turning in that direction, and the younger population, who is far easier to manipulate due to their general inexperience with the world, has gone right along with it. I'd say the best way to solve this problem would be to simply inflict some various emotional trauma on them all, since the lack of any real reason to be angsty seems to lead to more angst, paradoxically. That's probably due to the fact that actually being emotionally hurt in some way ends up making you far stronger and more experienced in such things. I know it worked for me. I somewhat lied earlier, as I did have an angst thing going on back in freshman year. Then, something absolutly terrible happened, and after a while I got over it. Now, I am far more optimistic, and little if anything actually bothers me. Well, aside from excessive angst on the part of my peers.
This marks the end of my incoherent rant. Think of it what you will.
This marks the end of my incoherent rant. Think of it what you will.
Kawaita hitomi de dareka na itekure -The Real Folk Blues, Yoko Kanno
I like it! -Indiscipline, King Crimson
If you wanna touch the sky, you must be prepared to die, and I hate cough syrup don't you? -Cough Syrup, Butthole Surfers
I like it! -Indiscipline, King Crimson
If you wanna touch the sky, you must be prepared to die, and I hate cough syrup don't you? -Cough Syrup, Butthole Surfers