Considering that KMFDM <a href="http://www.kmfdm.net/history.html">seems inclined to go with the former</a>, I suppose I do too.Evil Urchin wrote:BTW, Kthulhu, are you of the school of thought that KMFDM stands for "Kein Mitlied Fur Die Mehrheit", or "Keiner Macht Fur Dich Mehr"? I go with the second one myself, but I'm just curious.
What song describes you?
- kthulhu
- Joined: Thu May 30, 2002 6:01 pm
- Location: At the pony stable, brushing the pretty ponies
I'm out...
- Kamoc
- Joined: Sun Mar 31, 2002 9:03 am
what a beautiful face i have found in this place
that is circling all around the sun
what a beautiful dream that is flashed on the screen
for a blink of an eye and then gone from me
soft and sweet
let me hold it here with me
keep it close
so tenderly
and one day we will die
and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
but for now we are young
let us gaze at the sun and count every beauty we see
so soft and sweet
let me hold you here with me
playing warm
so gently
oh god
what a beautiful face i have found in this place
that is circling all around the sun
and when we meet on a cloud i'll be laughing out loud
i'll be laughing so whole-heartedly
i never knew how it felt to be anything at all
that is circling all around the sun
what a beautiful dream that is flashed on the screen
for a blink of an eye and then gone from me
soft and sweet
let me hold it here with me
keep it close
so tenderly
and one day we will die
and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
but for now we are young
let us gaze at the sun and count every beauty we see
so soft and sweet
let me hold you here with me
playing warm
so gently
oh god
what a beautiful face i have found in this place
that is circling all around the sun
and when we meet on a cloud i'll be laughing out loud
i'll be laughing so whole-heartedly
i never knew how it felt to be anything at all
- Skyshroud
- Joined: Sun Jun 08, 2003 3:43 pm
Artist: Goo Goo Dolls
Album: Gutterflower
Title: Sympathy
Stranger than your sympathy
And this is my apology
I kill myself from the inside out
And all my fears have pushed you out
I wish for things that I don't need
All I wanted
And what I chase won't set me free
It's all I wanted
And I get scared but I'm not crawling on my knees
Oh yeah everything's all wrong yeah
Everything's all wrong yeah
Where the hell did I think I was
Stranger than your sympathy
I take these things so I don't feel
I kill myself from the inside out
Now my head's been filled with doubt
It's hard to lead the life you choose
All I wanted
When all your luck's run out on you
All I wanted
And you can't see when all your dreams are coming true
Oh yeah it's easy to forget yeah
And you choke on the regrets yeah
Who the hell did I think I was
Stranger than your sympathy
All these thoughts you stole from me
I'm not sure where I belong
Nowhere's home and I'm all wrong
And I wasn't all the things
I tried to make believe I was
And I wouldn't be the one to kneel
Before the dreams I wanted
And all the talk and all the lies
Were all the empty things disguised as me
Yeah
Stranger than your sympathy
Stranger than your sympathy...
Album: Gutterflower
Title: Sympathy
Stranger than your sympathy
And this is my apology
I kill myself from the inside out
And all my fears have pushed you out
I wish for things that I don't need
All I wanted
And what I chase won't set me free
It's all I wanted
And I get scared but I'm not crawling on my knees
Oh yeah everything's all wrong yeah
Everything's all wrong yeah
Where the hell did I think I was
Stranger than your sympathy
I take these things so I don't feel
I kill myself from the inside out
Now my head's been filled with doubt
It's hard to lead the life you choose
All I wanted
When all your luck's run out on you
All I wanted
And you can't see when all your dreams are coming true
Oh yeah it's easy to forget yeah
And you choke on the regrets yeah
Who the hell did I think I was
Stranger than your sympathy
All these thoughts you stole from me
I'm not sure where I belong
Nowhere's home and I'm all wrong
And I wasn't all the things
I tried to make believe I was
And I wouldn't be the one to kneel
Before the dreams I wanted
And all the talk and all the lies
Were all the empty things disguised as me
Yeah
Stranger than your sympathy
Stranger than your sympathy...
- Farlo
- expectations of deliberate annihilation
- Joined: Tue Apr 02, 2002 8:04 am
- Status: The Dark Host
- Location: Fort Smith, Arkansas
- Contact:
nirvana - "Serve the Servants"
Teenage angst has paid off well
Now I'm bored and old
Self-appointed judges judge
More than they have sold
If she floats than she is not
A witch like we had thought
A down payment on another
One at salem's lot
Serve the servants - Oh no (x4)
That legendary divorce is such a bore
As my bones grew they did hurt
They hurt really bad
I tried hard to have a father
But instead I had a dad
I just want you to know that I
Don't hate you anymore
There is nothing I could say
That I haven't thought before
Serve the servants - Oh no (x4)
That legendary divorce is such a bore
Serve the servants - Oh no (x7)
That legendary divorce is such a bore
Teenage angst has paid off well
Now I'm bored and old
Self-appointed judges judge
More than they have sold
If she floats than she is not
A witch like we had thought
A down payment on another
One at salem's lot
Serve the servants - Oh no (x4)
That legendary divorce is such a bore
As my bones grew they did hurt
They hurt really bad
I tried hard to have a father
But instead I had a dad
I just want you to know that I
Don't hate you anymore
There is nothing I could say
That I haven't thought before
Serve the servants - Oh no (x4)
That legendary divorce is such a bore
Serve the servants - Oh no (x7)
That legendary divorce is such a bore
- imadude
- Joined: Thu Feb 21, 2002 8:29 pm
- Location: wichita,kansas
hmm well that would be this song by our lady peace called clumsy
Throw away the radio suitcase
That keeps you awake
Hide the telephone, the telephone, telephone, in case,
You realize that sometimes you're not okay
You level off, you level off, you level off,
And its not all right now
You need to understand
There's nothing strange about this
You need to know your friends
You need to know that
I'll be waving my hand watching you drown
Watching you scream
Quiet or loud
And maybe you should sleep
And maybe you just need, a friend
As clumsy as you've been
There's no one laughing
You will be safe in here
You will be safe in here
Throw away this very old shoelace
That tripped you again
Try to shrug it off, shrug it off, shrug it off
It's only skin now
You need to understand
There's nothing fake about this
You need to let me in
I'm watching you
And I'll be waving my hand watching you drown
Watching you scream
No ones around
And maybe you should sleep
And maybe you just need, a friend
As clumsy as you've been
There's no one laughing
You will be safe in here ow
You will be safe in
I'll be waving my hand watching you drown
Watching you scream
Quiet or loud
And maybe you should sleep
And maybe you just need, a friend
As clumsy as you've been
There's no one laughing
You will be safe in here ow ow
You will be safe in ow ow
You will be safe in here, in here, ow ow ow ow , in here, ow ow , in here, ow ow ow ow ow, in here, ow ow ow, in here, ow ow ow ow, in here, ow ow
Throw away the radio suitcase
That keeps you awake
Hide the telephone, the telephone, telephone, in case,
You realize that sometimes you're not okay
You level off, you level off, you level off,
And its not all right now
You need to understand
There's nothing strange about this
You need to know your friends
You need to know that
I'll be waving my hand watching you drown
Watching you scream
Quiet or loud
And maybe you should sleep
And maybe you just need, a friend
As clumsy as you've been
There's no one laughing
You will be safe in here
You will be safe in here
Throw away this very old shoelace
That tripped you again
Try to shrug it off, shrug it off, shrug it off
It's only skin now
You need to understand
There's nothing fake about this
You need to let me in
I'm watching you
And I'll be waving my hand watching you drown
Watching you scream
No ones around
And maybe you should sleep
And maybe you just need, a friend
As clumsy as you've been
There's no one laughing
You will be safe in here ow
You will be safe in
I'll be waving my hand watching you drown
Watching you scream
Quiet or loud
And maybe you should sleep
And maybe you just need, a friend
As clumsy as you've been
There's no one laughing
You will be safe in here ow ow
You will be safe in ow ow
You will be safe in here, in here, ow ow ow ow , in here, ow ow , in here, ow ow ow ow ow, in here, ow ow ow, in here, ow ow ow ow, in here, ow ow
- SarahtheBoring
- Joined: Sun Apr 07, 2002 11:45 am
- Location: PA, USA
- Contact:
(on "Clumsy") I'm actually glad someone remembers that early-90s stuff. Aww, nostalgia.
On the topic of angst, I think it's natural, or at least very common, for people to become less and less myopic as they grow up. When we're little we only know about the world we see - home, school, the neighborhoods we live in. As you become exposed to more people and situations and places, you begin to get a somewhat better idea of the scope of the world, a sense of perspective. A skinned knee to a 4-year-old is like the end of the world. We very slowly grow away from that.
(Also, I think that people who have been through actual, real hardship tend to seem more mature, at least to me. They are forced to put things in perspective when some of us have not had to yet.)
By the time we hit high school we have somewhat of an idea of what is really important and what is not, but most of us (myself included) still tend to see ourselves as the center of the known universe. Worse yet, I think our culture fetishizes the high-school years, and preaches that THIS THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF YOUR LIFE. You MUST pick your career/college NOW or YOUR LIFE WILL BE DESTROYED. You MUST go to the prom and have a PERFECT time and have a PERFECT lay afterward or YOU WILL NEVER DATE AGAIN. This is your LAST CHANCE TO HAVE FUN, EVER, so BE HAPPY, DAMMIT. The-sky-is-falling hysteria is the order of the day, possibly because educational administrators want to think that their jobs are critically important, or partly from parents trying to live vicariously through their kids (that's another rant entirely).
So, since most people don't have the perspective to see through this line of BS, they tend to accept that these people know what they're talking about. And accept the idea that life ends either when you graduate, or when you graduate college. To this day I find it really hard to shake the concept that life ends at thirty.
Nowadays, add into this a popular music movement centered on navel-gazing, self-pitying screaming, in which one girlfriend dumping you means Your Life Is A Pit Of Neverending Hate, and you have a perfect recipe for a lot of people feeling sorry for themselves as loud as they possibly can.
I figure everyone will get past it sooner or later. I didn't have nu-metal, but I was most definitely a self-pitying whiny teen-angst cliche in my day (They're just trying to keep me down!!!), and I got over it after I went to college.
Which is why none of it should be taken seriously.
On the topic of angst, I think it's natural, or at least very common, for people to become less and less myopic as they grow up. When we're little we only know about the world we see - home, school, the neighborhoods we live in. As you become exposed to more people and situations and places, you begin to get a somewhat better idea of the scope of the world, a sense of perspective. A skinned knee to a 4-year-old is like the end of the world. We very slowly grow away from that.
(Also, I think that people who have been through actual, real hardship tend to seem more mature, at least to me. They are forced to put things in perspective when some of us have not had to yet.)
By the time we hit high school we have somewhat of an idea of what is really important and what is not, but most of us (myself included) still tend to see ourselves as the center of the known universe. Worse yet, I think our culture fetishizes the high-school years, and preaches that THIS THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF YOUR LIFE. You MUST pick your career/college NOW or YOUR LIFE WILL BE DESTROYED. You MUST go to the prom and have a PERFECT time and have a PERFECT lay afterward or YOU WILL NEVER DATE AGAIN. This is your LAST CHANCE TO HAVE FUN, EVER, so BE HAPPY, DAMMIT. The-sky-is-falling hysteria is the order of the day, possibly because educational administrators want to think that their jobs are critically important, or partly from parents trying to live vicariously through their kids (that's another rant entirely).
So, since most people don't have the perspective to see through this line of BS, they tend to accept that these people know what they're talking about. And accept the idea that life ends either when you graduate, or when you graduate college. To this day I find it really hard to shake the concept that life ends at thirty.
Nowadays, add into this a popular music movement centered on navel-gazing, self-pitying screaming, in which one girlfriend dumping you means Your Life Is A Pit Of Neverending Hate, and you have a perfect recipe for a lot of people feeling sorry for themselves as loud as they possibly can.
I figure everyone will get past it sooner or later. I didn't have nu-metal, but I was most definitely a self-pitying whiny teen-angst cliche in my day (They're just trying to keep me down!!!), and I got over it after I went to college.
Which is why none of it should be taken seriously.
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- Contact:
Yeah, my pick was definitely angsty. Ironically, I'm much more often in a happy mood. I guess I picked it because it's easier for angst to be more specific, and thus, I relate to it more easily than the average "don't worry, be happy" song.
Or maybe I just have the bad habit of defining my existence by its imperfections. Something like that.
Good post, Sarah. And OLP's first three albums were their three best.
Or maybe I just have the bad habit of defining my existence by its imperfections. Something like that.
Good post, Sarah. And OLP's first three albums were their three best.
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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
- Moonlight Soldier
- girl with bells
- Joined: Thu Jul 03, 2003 1:45 pm
- Status: Plotting
- Location: Canada
Sarah the boring:
Good rant Sarah!
God there starting to do that in middle school too! It's nuts! I completely agree though. Especially with the (see bolded part above). We actually have a mandatory course in high school called "Careers" (which is the big huge waste of time if you ask me) in which we spend half a semester doing crappy surveys to determine our best choice of career and the chances of actually suceeding in that particular feild.Worse yet, I think our culture fetishizes the high-school years, and preaches that THIS THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF YOUR LIFE. You MUST pick your career/college NOW or YOUR LIFE WILL BE DESTROYED. You MUST go to the prom and have a PERFECT time and have a PERFECT lay afterward or YOU WILL NEVER DATE AGAIN. This is your LAST CHANCE TO HAVE FUN, EVER, so BE HAPPY, DAMMIT. The-sky-is-falling hysteria is the order of the day, possibly because educational administrators want to think that their jobs are critically important, or partly from parents trying to live vicariously through their kids (that's another rant entirely).
Ya. That's why I refuse to watch Much Music etc etc. It's all crap. Make no mistake though, I'll listen to grunge and the like which has some of those same kinda "angst" lyrics but than again, I listen to everything else as well, (well except hip hop and the stereotypical "cool" crap that plagues most of the radio.) Hell, I don't even listen to the radio that often...only when I'm at work, and in the car.Nowadays, add into this a popular music movement centered on navel-gazing, self-pitying screaming, in which one girlfriend dumping you means Your Life Is A Pit Of Neverending Hate, and you have a perfect recipe for a lot of people feeling sorry for themselves as loud as they possibly can.
Good rant Sarah!