When our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow And when our summers grow longer and winters won’t snow From the banks of the ocean and the ice in the hills To the fight in the desert where progress stands still When we’ve lost our will
That’s how we’ll know This is not a test, oh no This is cardiac arrest Of a world too proud to admit our mistakes We're crashing into the ground as all fall from grace
When the air that we breathe becomes air that we choke When the marsh fever spreads from the swamps to our homes When your home on the range has been torn down and paved and The buffalo roam to a slaughterhouse grave What more will it take
For us to know This is not a test, oh no This is cardiac arrest Of a world too proud to admit our mistakes Kissing the ground as well fall from grace
This is a chance to set things straight To bend or break the rules back into place There is no middle ground, no compromise, we’ve drawn the line With perfect aim, we stand back and throw Glass windows break and it’s all about to blow Lights go out as we pass the torch again In hope that it stays lit
Neutrality means that you don’t really care Cause the struggle goes on even when you’re not there Blind and unaware
That’s how we’ll know This is not a test, oh no This is cardiac arrest Of a world too proud to admit our mistakes We're crashing into the ground as we all, yeah we all, all fall from grace
Imagine your life is a movie - what songs would be in it? To find out, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...
Opening Credits : Straight Out Of Line - Godsmack
Waking Up : Still Moving Sinews - Dark Tranquility
First Day of School : Nothing Left - Machine Head
First Love : Ceremony in Flames - Wurdulak
First Heartbreak : Love is only a feeling - the darkness
Fight Song : Bleeding me - metalica
Prom : Bang Bang - Iggy Pop
Life : Prophesies of fire - the kovenant
Mental Breakdown : Voices - Dream Theater
Driving : Psycotic Precision - Cannibal Corpse (LMAO so true!)
Flashback : Children of the Damned - Iron Maiden (its PERFECT FOR A FLASHBACK!!)
Getting Back Together : Lady in white - Macbeth
Losing Your Virginity : ghost I - NIN
Wedding : Never Let it Die - Hatebreed
Birth of Child: Serentiy - Godsmack (not bloody likely!!)
Final Battle : Disciples of babylon - dragonforce
Death Scene : The Promise - within temptation
Funeral Song: Accquisition of the stars - astriaal
End Credits: Sad but true - metallica
wow, random! most of these worked out! either in sound, or the title wording.. awesomeness!!
One of my favourite songs from one of my favourite bands..
Schism
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing, pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion disintegrating as it goes testing our communication the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over. To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between, And the circling is worth it. Finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away. Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication
cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers between supposed brothers.
And I know the pieces fit.
Sober
There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every step I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler,
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path called must we,
just because the son has come.
(Jesus, won't you fucking whistle,
something but the past and done? 2x)
Why can't we not be sober?
Just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever?
I just want to start things over.
I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you,
just enough to bring you down.
(Mother Mary won't you whisper,
something but what's past and done. 2x)
Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over.
I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave
(Trust me. 5x)
Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start things over.
Why can't we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over. (I want, what I want. 4x)
Vicarious
Eye on the TV 'cause tragedy thrills me Whatever flavour It happens to be like; Killed by the husband Drowned by the ocean Shot by his own son She used the poison in his tea And kissed him goodbye That's my kind of story It's no fun 'til someone dies
Don't look at me like I am a monster Frown out your one face But with the other Stare like a junkie Into the TV Stare like a zombie While the mother Holds her child Watches him die Hands to the sky crying Why, oh why? 'cause I need to watch things die From a distance
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies You all need it too, don't lie
Why can't we just admit it? Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold The writers of stories sold We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
I need to watch things die From a good safe distance
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies You all feel the same so Why can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain come down Drawn on grave and ground
Part vampire Part warrior Carnivore and voyeur Stare at the transmittal Sing to the death rattle
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men. Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen. Shouldn't have to say it all again. The universe is hostile. so Impersonal. devour to survive. So it is. So it's always been.
We all feed on tragedy It's like blood to a vampire
Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies Much better you than I
Ænema
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-shit three ring cirrrrcus siiiideshow of Freaks here in this, hopeless fucking, hole we call LA. The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking 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 lawsuit and Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your contract and Fret for your car. It's a bull-shit three ring cirrrrrcuus siiideshow of freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA. The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking 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 dipshits. 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 stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit... 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 beeeeeeeee. Learn to swim. Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all these gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim.
Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory. Learn to swim Fuck smiley glad-hands with hidden agendas. Fuck 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 see it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all awaaaaaaaaay. 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 come down. Suck it down. Flush it down.
Parabola
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment, We are choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal All this pain is an illusion.
Alive, I In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal All this pain is an illusion.
Twirling round with this familiar parable. Spinning, weaving round each new experience. Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality. Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal. All this pain is an illusion.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99 If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
^They played it on Triple J just now, and i realised how long its been since i heard it... Its making sense to me right now.. OMG we all had a thing for quinten tarven or whatever that kids name was.. I was the class of '99 - for year ten anyway.. i had to move to a city to finish highschool.. byebye small towns LOL
I've been listening to Rise Against and their song "Long Forgotten Sons"
Far from home on a road unknown
Where the vultures circle on winds that blow
From northern skies that haunt these waking moments
On shadows cast by the mountain range
On calloused soles we find our way
Through desperate eyes, we long for the horizon
While this sun is rising
We are the long forgotten sons
And daughters that don’ belong to anyone
We are alone under this sun
We work to fix the work that you’ve undone
When cries for help go unanswered
And signal fires just burn and burn
We wonder if we’re waiting here for nothing
Our lips are sewn our ears are filled
With the constant drone of the unfulfilled
But we’ll never fall if we stand for something
We stand for something
We are the long forgotten sons
And daughters that don’ belong to anyone
We are alone under this sun
We work to fix the work that you’ve undone
Don’t fall, I see lights in the distance
They’re not far away
Stand up because the sky is turning gray
There’s hope in these footsteps of persistence
So don’t go astray
These lights get closer everyday
We are the long forgotten sons
And daughters that don’ belong to anyone
We are alone under this sun
We work to fix the work that you’ve undone
What you’ve undone
(what happens now, we don’t know, just hold on tight now here we go…)
I love this song.. it always gets stuck in my head...
Tegan and Sara - "Back in Your Head"
Build a wall of books between us in our bed Repeat, repeat the words that I know we both said Relax into the need We get so comfortable Remember when I was so strange and likeable I just want back in your head I just want back in your head I'm not unfaithful But I'll stray When I get a little scared When I get a little scared When I get a little When I jerk away from holding hands with you I know these habits hurt important parts of you Remember when I was sweet and unexplainable Nothing like this person, unlovable I just want back in your head I just want back in your head I'm not unfaithful But I'll stray When I get a little scared When I get a little scared When I get a little scared When I get a little Run, run, run Run Run, run, run Run I just want back in your head I just want back in your head I'm not unfaithful But I'll stray
This is one of my favourite songs of 2008. We finally got rid of John Howard as our Prime Minister! The Herd is a very political Australian band, and I have been following them since they released Burn Down The Parliment in 2002 - also a protest song about the Howard Government. It was about the time of the war protests and the Children Overboard scandal. The King is Dead is a reflection on the Howard Government and their reign over Australian politics. Some of the things non-australians wont get - the "played in mandarin" refers to Kevin Rudd, the current Priminister's background in foriegn affairs and having fluent knowledge of mandarin. The Howard party was closely allied with George Bush, and there was a lot of backlash against this in australia. Anyway, i like the song, i like the lyrics, i like the sentiment.. They are so witty LOL
Lyrics for The King is Dead - The Herd We dance like new years eve, we We dance from sheer relief, whoa oh Everything must change
[Verse 1: Urthboy] The people that you projected us as We were nothing of the sort, sold us all short Put down the champagne, no toast to the legacy (no way) And all the propaganda of prosperity That’s what a machine does and they don’t need therapy You turned us into a nation of haters Far-right appeaser/ believer in whatever get you leader Dog whistle through the speakers see who bites it, I noticed a hell of a lot of people liked it An ethical choice is simpler if you price it Conquer by dividing that’s why you admired him? unless pushed we would never have retired him Fuckin pirate history will damn him once it seemed like nothing could damage him Crook, you got your arse played in Mandarin!
[Chorus: Jane Tyrell (+ Herd)] Finally the King is Dead, we cried off with his head Everything must change (Everything must change), everything must change We dance like New Years Eve, we dance from relief, everything must change (Nothing stays the same), Nothing stays the same oh Nothing stays the same ohhh
[Verse 2: Ozi Batla] Yeah Cats I know are feeling just like the rapture And I can tell who this mood is failing to capture It’s like somebody finally did light that match up And burn down the parliament, learned from the argument Can’t be non-partisan, when you’re an artist And you put your heart in it, and that’s not even the half of it Like my man said, we’re talking butter and bread Better if his words were never uttered again Mostly vindictive, who could have predicted Just a few tax breaks to keep us all addicted The dickhead dictator, leader, imitator Made me feel immature when I said “I hate ya” Did you read the paper the day after and hear the laughter? I’ll read it to you, it starts with M McKew and ends with you No broader view from the people on your ship that you used to call crew Huh! That’s typical, now I guess it’s difficult for the type of person who only thinks of individual No residual, you’ll see our resilience Take your bat and ball and head for the pavilion.
[Chorus]
[Jane Tyrell] Just promise me this, no rose petal glasses, quickly confine him to part of the past Just promise me this, no rose petal glasses, quickly confine him to part of the past
[Chorus] {X2}
Nothing stays the same oh... Nothing stays the same oh...
I wonder while I'm running around again
I took my chances
I may have lost my best friend
Yeah I wonder
Like sprinting on a frozen pond..I took my chances
I may have lost my best friend
A couple of drinks mid-day mid-day mid-day
Haven't felt this way this way since yesterday
A couple of drinks I sway I sway I sway
Haven't felt this way since yesterday
I wonder while I'm running around again
I took my chances
I may have lost my best friend
Yeah I wonder
Like sprinting on a frozen pond I took my chances
I may have lost my best friend
(a couple of drinks, a couple of drinks)
(a couple of drinks, a couple of drinks)
A couple of drinks mid-day mid-day mid-day
Haven't felt this way this way since yesterday
Beginning to sink and fade and fade and fade
There's nothing that I would trade to feel this way
I wonder while I'm running around again
I took my chances
I may have lost my best friend
Yeah I wonder
Like sprinting on a frozen pond I took my chances
I may have lost my best friend
(a couple of drinks, a couple of drinks)
(various vocal background noises)
I wonder while I'm running around again
I took my chances
I may have lost my best friend
Yeah I wonder
Like sprinting on a frozen pond I took my chances
I may have lost my best friend
I wonder...running around again
I wonder...may have lost my best friend
I wonder...running around again
I wonder...may have found my best friend
I live and breathe music. It is very rare for me not to be listening to something... and that is normally when I am with a friend and it's impolite for me to keep my earphones in ;-p
My music tastes tend to run towards metal (I seem to gravitate towards Death Metal and Melodic Death Metal but i love all subgenres..) and industrial, but my tastes are quite ecelectic, so you will see some indie, folk, post-rock, punk, and whatthefuck featured in this blog. If you have any reccomendations for me, can you please make them here?
I tend to share links, thoughts, videos and lyrics at my various blogs, and decided instead to share them here.... While I may still post them at other blogs, I will be posting them here mostly. I will post any music related discussions here and will also have a current playlist linked.
THE NAME "From A Whisper To A Scream" is a novel written by Charles de Lint (published as Samuel M Key, because it was to scary & violent for some of his fans). I think it really encapsulates my taste in music. It starts soft, maybe some folk music, gets a bit louder, throw in some rock and indie, and suddenly its a scream - death metal, hardcore, industrial, thrash etc. It also describes the sounds you get out of a guitar... lightly strumming acousitic strings gives you a very soft whispery sounds, shredding an electric gives you screams. Quite apt, dont you think? \m/. (^_^) .\m/
I survive on a diet of books and cds. I snack on dvds and gigabytes.
Into alternate cultures, geek culture, environmentalism, art, archaeology, cultural heritage, and social awareness.
Rise Against - Collapse (Post-Amerika)
