Agamemnon Posted July 20, 2006 (edited) Uriah Heep - Circus Walkin' around this concrete garden Viewing all in vain Thinking why a dream Is driving everyone insane Then something will come And make you feel The master in control Still you're picking up And screwing anyone Who's got a soul I've been here Far too long to remember Sights and sounds From this town of clowns Makin' up, dressin' up Walkin' around Thinkin' that you're Greta Garbos I'm sorry my dears But we only sat down And laughed and laughed in sorrow But it was you That opened the door And it's that we thank you for Everyone insane ... Everyone’s insane... This one was meaningful to me when I was young as it opened my eyes to the small conservative town I was living in where people got married young and "settled in " to the accepted straight lifestyle inculcated in their narrow upbringing. Broke free physically and spiritually and I aint never going back to that mindspace again!! Edited July 21, 2006 by Agamemnon Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
fatfreddiescat Posted July 20, 2006 who likes frank zappa ???? At last.... I LOVE FRANK ! Always had, since heard "Zoot Allures" on the crappy radio, back in ..1976 or something. Managed to get nearly all (well nearly) of his albums, even thou, mind yoy, in communist times (poland) they've not been an easy prey (and he was a prolific dude, lol ). I think he played very important role in my life - in many aspects. He's always been (and I gues still is) a kinda ofa "role model" for me. He was a true genius, I've no doubts about it. So sad he died so early... While he was dyin of cancer, the last record he made (in solitude of the "Utility Muffin Research Kitchen" - his basement studio) was named "Everything Is Healing Nicely"... Yeah, I could rant about it forever, but let's stick to the topic. Many lyrics of Frank have influencd my life. A funny one is, that basically since I hated school and always thought of it as a total waste of time I was learning english by translating songs - mainly Frank's. When I went "west" (England) somewhwre about 1984, I got to live in a squat in London with a memorable wild irish-scottish bunch. Pretty soon they declared me A MASTER OF FOUL TONGUE, and at that time I wasn't quite sure why... (took it as a compliment anyway) Well, now I know. Fuck yourself with a rubber hose Stick it in your mouth and down your throat Up your nose and in your heinie hole I don't care where it goes And it don't matter if you're straight or gay You should fuck yourself anyway Now, you don't have to listen to a word I say But I know you, you'll be humpin' away Fuck yourself with your neighbor's nose If you can't use that, use a 10-foot pole Stick it up your ass and go for a stroll Everyone will know you've been to this show If you can't take, eat my stool Masturbate with some crazy glue I don't care what you do Fock yourself with a garden tool Fuck yourself with politics Ahh they're full of fuckin' fuckin' shit I mean you know we've been lied to ever since we were born It's amazing that we've been getting fucked that long Fuck yourself with the world wide web Man you could ride that sucker right from your bed You may even meet a Tom, Dick, Jane or Billy Then grab onto your modem and fuck yourself silly Fuck yourself with your heart and soul Give it everything you got, hey I'm talkin' to you If you can't even fuck yourself, How ya gonna fuck somebody else? Fuck yourself with my microphone I'll give it to you later when we're all alone We can turn it up loud And see if you come, but Don't get your jizz on my microphone Fuck yourself with organized religion Now that is some seriously sinnin' business If the Lord sees their pathetic crimes He'll be fuckin' them 'til the end of time And can someone explain to me this racist crap I know it isn't white, but it isn't black And to all you people who only see things your way Well, you can suck my dick and take all day Fuck your nose with a pound of blow Watch your money get up and go but when you burnt your brain and you say I don't know! I hate to tell you but I told you so Fuck yourself with this grunge rock noise I mean, stuff those albums in your groin They come down on me because I know how to play - Hey... fuck you! Fuck yourself with a copy of Rolling Stone Or are they too holy for your holiest of holes Now those people think they're holier than Moses But aren't they just a bunch of fuckin' posers Fuck yourself with your mother's jewelry I won't tell, I ain't a stooly If you pounce hard enough you'll cough up a ruby Your blood will be rich and so will your doodie Fuck yourself with the latest fashion With your spikes and your hair and those cute little buttons And if you happen to have some leather and lace Fuck yourself 'til you're blue in the face Fuck yourself with your income tax They're fucking you and that's a fact Before you know it your money's all spent And you've just been fucked by the government Fuck yourself with your lawyer friend You're the only one that's getting fucked in the end I have been so fucked by legal bills that my asshole is the size of Beverly Hills Fuck yourself with your full-length sweater With your minks and your diamonds and your Irish Setter With your cash and your trash and your sinks and your drinks Just fuck yourself 'til you can't even think Those of you who enjoy this song thank you thank you, I love you Let's get it on But for those of you who are totally outraged Fuck yourself with your face (This jewel comes actually from Stevie Vai "Flex-Able Leftovers" album, the song is tithed, yup, you've got it "FUCK YOURSELF"). I wonder, will I get moderated on my firt post in this noble forum ??? But on the more serious side, his lyrics migh have changed my life, while his MUSIC actually have saved it. Well, to make long story short - during the martial law (81-83) MELF got a nasty habit of shooting up with some sort of bitter brownish water, somehow could't stop, and basically realised the so called LIFE was not worth living. That's how silly he was, poor bastard. Then he heard Frank's 3 LP album called "Shut Up'n Play Yer Guitar" and soon realised that after all he might be WRRRONG ! It was pure magic. A bit pathetic ? Well, maybe. He was squeeky clean within few months. The rest is a history, so to speak. Funnily enough there is NO LYRICS from this album I could quote here, as it's pure guitar mangling stuff - better than words sometimes. "MUSIC IS THE BEST" (F.Z.) Kind regards F. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
gomaos Posted July 20, 2006 (edited) another FZ fan here... have been into his music since 1970, "hot rats" was one of my first albums ever (after "crown of creation" by jefferson airplane, pink floyd's "a saucerful of secrets" and a few years before that, "8 days a week" by the beatles. Actually, my "soulseek"-name is :"Frankzappa123" like timothy leary, Zappa died too early because of prostate cancer. What a wicked evil disease. Wonder if there's any escasping it... my favourite zappa albums: "burnt weeny sandwich" "we're only in it for the money" "uncle meat (includes "king kong variations") "thing fish" some lyrics fromsomeone else that influenced my life: "God is dead and no-one cares, if there is a hell I see you there" "...don't you tell me how to feel...." Trent reznor that's all that comes to mind right now perhaps more later I'm actually quite a goth really Edited July 21, 2006 by gomaos Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
fatfreddiescat Posted July 21, 2006 (...)like timothy leary, Zappa died too early because of prostate cancer.What a wicked evil disease. Wonder if there's any escasping it...(...) Actually, as MOST types of cancer, prostate cancer is cureable IF diagnosed early enough. From what I've heard, the thing with Frank was, that despite his wife Gail's suggestions, Zappa resisted taking pretty straight forward test (it's a blood test if I remember well) that lets you diagnose it YEARS before it's really dangerous. Not to mention, they say that every male over 50 should have check done once a year, which in simplest form is just a urologist stiking rubber-gloved finger up your arse - certainly the thought Frank haven't fancied much. So in his case once he got diagnosed, it was way too late to do a thing - he died 18 months later. He will not be forgotten. R.I.P. FFC Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Maturin Posted July 23, 2006 Nine Inch Nails, "Beside You In Time" I am all alone this time around Sometimes on the side I hear a sound Places parallel I know it's you Feel the little pieces bleeding through [Chorus:] And on (And on) This goes on (And on) And on (And on) And on (And on) And on (And on) And on (And on) And on (And on) And on (And on) And on (And on) This goes on (And on) And on (And on) And on (And on) And on (And on) And on (And on) And on (And on) And on (And on) And on Now that I've decided not to stay I can feel me start to fade away Everything is back where it belongs I will be beside you before long [Chorus] [x2] Oooh we will never die Oooh Beside you in time Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
IndigoNative Posted July 26, 2006 thought ide post sum lyrics that have ment a little something to me along my journey in life there pretty common songs but powerful none the less By System of a down Science Making two possibilities a reality, Predicting the future of things we all know, Fighting off the diseased programming Of centuries, centuries, centuries, centuries. Science fails to recognize the single most Potent element of human existence letting the reigns go to the unfolding Is faith, faith, faith, faith. Science has failed our world Science has failed our Mother Earth. Science fails to recognize the single most Potent element of human existence letting the reigns go to the unfolding Is faith, faith, faith, faith. Science has failed our world Science has failed our Mother Earth. Spirit-moves-through-all-things Spirit-moves-through-all-things Spirit-moves-through-all-things, Spirit-moves-through-all-things Spirit-moves-through-all-things Spirit-moves-through-all-things. letting the reigns go to the unfolding Is faith, faith, faith, faith letting the reigns go to the unfolding Is faith, faith, faith, faith. Science has failed our world Science has failed our Mother Earth. Spirit-moves-through-all-things Spirit-moves-through-all-things Spirit-moves-through-all-things, Spirit-moves-through-all-things Spirit-moves-through-all-things Spirit-moves-through-all-things Spirit-moves-through-all-things Spirit-moves-through-all-things Spirit-moves-through-all-things, Spirit-moves-through-all-things Spirit-moves-through-all-things Spirit-moves-through-all-things Science has failed our Mother Earth. Aerials Life is a waterfall, We're one in the river, And one again after the fall. Swimming through the void We hear the word, We lost ourselves, But we find it all? Cause we are the ones that want to play, Always want to go, But you never want to stay, And we are the ones that want to chose, Always want to play, But you never want to lose. Aerials, in the sky, When you lose small mind, You free your life. Life is a waterfall, We drink from the river, Then we turn around and put up our walls. Swimming through the void We hear the word, We lost ourselves, But we find it all? Cause we are the ones that want to play, Always want to go, But you never want to stay, And we are the ones that want to chose, Always want to play, But you never want to lose. Aerials, in the sky, When you lose small mind, You free your life. Aerials, so up high, When you free your eyes, Eternal prize. Aerials, in the sky, When you lose small mind, You free your life. Aerials, so up high, When you free your eyes, Eternal prize. 2pac section of Only God can Judge Me I hear the doctor standing over me [heart monitor: beeping slowly] screamin I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops] I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care? Try to remember, but it hurts I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state And our fate, is a lifetime of hate Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's a million motherfuckers stressin just like me Only God can judge me portions from the song Blasphemy Promised if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right Dear Lord don't let me die tonite I got words for my comrades, listen and learn Ain't nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt We probably in Hell already, our dumb asses not knowin Everybody kissin ass to go to heaven ain't goin Put my soul on it, I'm fightin devil niggaz daily Plus the media be crucifying brothers severly Tell me I ain't God's son, nigga mom a virgin We got addicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay Criminal mind all the time, wait for Judgment Day They say Moses split the Red Sea I split the blunt and rolled the fat one, I'm deadly -- Babylon beware Comin from the Pharoahe's kids, retaliation Makin legends off the shit we did, still bullshittin Niggaz in Jerusalem, waitin for signs God promised, she's just takin her time, haha Living by the Nile while the water flows I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit) And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my papa told me, blasphemy 2pac's Changes is a inspiring insightful song for all into the hearts and minds of the black man in his modern condition and this song was quite inspiring for me as a teenager "Changes" [1] Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares one less hungry mouth on the welfare First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers and that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things changed, and that's the way it is [bridge w/ changing ad libs] Come on come on That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is aww yeah [Repeat] [2] I see no changes all I see is racist faces misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it takes to make this one better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is [bridge] [Talking:] We gotta make a change... It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive. [3] And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn to hold ya own they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years rat-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh Kashmir Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear Oh, oh. Oh, I been flying... mama, there aint no denyin Ive been flying, aint no denyin, no denyin All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land Trying to find, trying to find where Ive been. Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin through kashmir. Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear Ohh. When Im on, when Im on my way, yeah When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when Im down... Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there Let me take you there. let me take you there Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
mycomorphosis Posted July 29, 2006 (This jewel comes actually from Stevie Vai "Flex-Able Leftovers" album,the song is tithed, yup, you've got it "FUCK YOURSELF"). Ahahahahahaha! When I realised those lyrics came from a Steve Vai song, I just had to hear it. What a classic! Vai is such a lunatic. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
hairyplant Posted July 30, 2006 Not changed my life, but do sum up the way I feel: Within You and With Out You The Beatles/George Harrison: We were talking-about the space between us all And the people-who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion Never glimpse the truth-then it's far too late-when they pass away. We were talking-about the love we all could share-when we find it To try our best to hold it there-with our love With our love-we could save the world-if they only knew. Try to realise it's all within yourself No-one else can make you change And to see you're really only very small, And life flows ON within you and without you. We were talking-about the love that's gone so cold and the people, Who gain the world and lose their soul- They don't know-they can't see-are you one of them? When you've seen beyond yourself-then you may find, peace of mind, Is waiting there- And the time will come when you see we're all one, and life flows on within you and without you... El Condor Pasa Simon and Garfunkel adaptation: I would rather be I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail Yes I would, if I could, I surely would, I'd rather be a hammer than a nail Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would, Away, I'd rather sail away Like a swan that's here and gone A man gets tied up to the ground He gives the world its saddest sound Its saddest sound I'D RATHER BE A FOREST THAN A STREET Yes I would, if I could, I surely would I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would Concrete Jungle Bob Marley: No sun will shine in my day today; The high yellow moon wont come out to play: I said (darkness) darkness has covered my light, and has changed my day into night, yeah. Where is the love to be found? Wont someone tell me? cause the sweet life must be somewhere to be found Instead of concrete jungle, Where the living is harder Concrete jungle, Man you got to do your best, yeah. No chains around my feet, But Im not free, I know I am bounded in captivity; Ive never known happiness; Ive never known what sweet caress is - Still, Ill be always laughing like a clown; Wont someone help me? cause I (sweet life) - Ive got to pick myself from off the ground In this a concrete jungle, I said, what do you cry for me now, Concrete jungle (la la-la!), ah, wont you let me be, now. I said that life (sweet life) - it must be somewhere to be found Oh, instead: concrete jungle, collusion, Confusion (confusion). eh! Powerful stuff to me! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SaBReT00tH Posted August 3, 2006 (edited) Madonna - La Isla Bonita 'Last night I dreamt of San Pedro Just like I'd never gone, I knew the song A young girl with eyes like the desert It all seems like yesterday, not far away' 'I fell in love with San Pedro Warm wind carried on the sea, he called to me Te dijo te amo I prayed that the days would last They went so fast' It seriously makes me laugh hard everytime I hear Madonna singing about falling in love with San Pedro with such grace hahaha. Edited August 3, 2006 by SaBReT00tH Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Agamemnon Posted August 3, 2006 Jackson Browne - Lives in the Balance Ive been waiting for something to happen For a week or a month or a year With the blood in the ink of the headlines And the sound of the crowd in my ear You might ask what it takes to remember When you know that youve seen it before Where a government lies to a people And a country is drifting to war And theres a shadow on the faces Of the men who send the guns To the wars that are fought in places Where their business interest runs On the radio talk shows and the t.v. You hear one thing again and again How the u.s.a. stands for freedom And we come to the aid of a friend But who are the ones that we call our friends-- These governments killing their own? Or the people who finally cant take any more And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone There are lives in the balance There are people under fire There are children at the cannons And there is blood on the wire Theres a shadow on the faces Of the men who fan the flames Of the wars that are fought in places Where we cant even say the names They sell us the president the same way They sell us our clothes and our cars They sell us every thing from youth to religion The same time they sell us our wars I want to know who the men in the shadows are I want to hear somebody asking them why They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are But theyre never the ones to fight or to die And there are lives in the balance There are people under fire There are children at the cannons And there is blood on the wire This song was significant to me in awakening my political activism. It encapsulates nicely the control mechanisms that the power elite use to make their citizenry comply with the directives of multinationals and wars of empire buliders and religious idealogues. You can apply this quite nicely to the current crisis in Lebanon/Israel/Gaza......... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
stonewolf Posted September 18, 2006 Against Me - Reinventing Axl Rose We want a band that plays loud and hard every night That doesn't care how many people are counted at the door That would travel one million miles and ask for nothing more than a plate of food and a place to rest They'd strike chords that cut like a knife It would mean so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stub They'd stop at nothing short of a massacre Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world And this was where they always belonged We would dance like no one was watching With one fist in the air Our arena just basements and bookstores across an underground America With this fire we could light Just gimme a scene where the music is free And the beer is not the life of the party There's no need to shit talk or impress 'Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon And every promise that's made and bragged is meant if not kept We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why Beyond a gender, race, and class, we could find what really holds us back Let's make everybody sing That they are the beginning and ending of everything That we all are stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Amulte Posted September 18, 2006 not quiet a song yet, tho i plan on putting it to music... Howl For Carl Solomon I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machin- ery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- ment roofs illuminated, who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull, who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn- ing their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall, who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York, who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al- cohol and cock and endless balls, incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the mo- tionless world of Time between, Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brook- lyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind, who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo, who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's floated out and sat through the stale beer after noon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox, who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brook- lyn Bridge, lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon, yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall, suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grind- ings and migraines of China under junk-with- drawal in Newark's bleak furnished room, who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grand- father night, who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telep- athy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos in- stinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking vis- ionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels, who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy, who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Okla- homa on the impulse of winter midnight street light smalltown rain, who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa, who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fire place Chicago, who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the F.B.I. in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incom- prehensible leaflets, who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed, who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons, who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication, who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manu- scripts, who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy, who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love, who balled in the morning in the evenings in rose gardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may, who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to pierce them with a sword, who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman's loom, who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a can- dle and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness, who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sun rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake, who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver-joy to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses' rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely pet- icoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too, who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out of basements hung over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemploy- ment offices, who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open to a room full of steamheat and opium, who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion, who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery, who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad music, who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts, who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of theology, who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish, who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom, who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg, who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade, who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccess- fully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried, who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinis- ter intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality, who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually hap- pened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley ways & firetrucks, not even one free beer, who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Pas- saic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of colossal steam whistles, who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation, who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity, who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes, who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other's salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a second, who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible criminals with golden heads and the charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz, who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisychain or grave, who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hyp notism & were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury, who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding in- stantaneous lobotomy, and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psycho- therapy occupational therapy pingpong & amnesia, who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia, returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible mad man doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East, Pilgrim State's Rockland's and Greystone's foetid halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rock- ing and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a night- mare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon, with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4. A.M. and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the last fur- nished room emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you're really in the total animal soup of time and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the vibrat- ing plane, who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intel- ligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet con- fessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head, the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death, and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America's naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years. II What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagi- nation? Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unob tainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks! Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men! Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stun- ned governments! Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a canni- bal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb! Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose fac- tories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities! Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind! Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch! Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky! Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible mad houses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs! They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pave- ments, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us! Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river! Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit! breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! De- spairs! Ten years' animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time! Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street! III Carl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland where you're madder than I am I'm with you in Rockland where you must feel very strange I'm with you in Rockland where you imitate the shade of my mother I'm with you in Rockland where you've murdered your twelve secretaries I'm with you in Rockland where you laugh at this invisible humor I'm with you in Rockland where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter I'm with you in Rockland where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio I'm with you in Rockland where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses I'm with you in Rockland where you drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica I'm with you in Rockland where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the harpies of the Bronx I'm with you in Rockland where you scream in a straightjacket that you're losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss I'm with you in Rockland where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse I'm with you in Rockland where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void I'm with you in Rockland where you accuse your doctors of insanity and plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the fascist national Golgotha I'm with you in Rockland where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb I'm with you in Rockland where there are twenty-five-thousand mad com- rades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale I'm with you in Rockland where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night and won't let us sleep I'm with you in Rockland where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls col- lapse O skinny legions run outside O starry spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here O victory forget your underwear we're free I'm with you in Rockland in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea- journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night Allen Ginsberg Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
-YT- Posted September 18, 2006 Thought i would post "Flood" by Tool off the Undertow album, its how i felt this past few months, an energy i can connect with 09 flood • Here comes the water. All I knew and all I believed are crumbling images that no longer comfort me. I scramble to reach higher ground, some order and sanity, or something to comfort me. So I take what is mine,and hold what is mine, suffocate what is mine, and bury what's mine. Soon the water will come and claim what is mine. I must leave it behind, and climb to a new place now. This ground is not the rock I thought it to be. Thought I was high, and free. I thought I was there divine destiny. I was wrong. This changes everything. The water is rising up on me. Thought the sun would come deliver me, but the truth has come to punish me instead. The ground is breaking down right under me. Cleanse and purge me in the water. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
botanika Posted September 19, 2006 S.O.D. (2 second song) Diamonds and Rust Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Slim Pickens Posted September 19, 2006 I know his dad's abusive And the mum prefers the daughter And I know has an attention deficiency disorder He's culturally excluded And genetically inbred But the reason he's a homeboy Is because He's a dickhead Tell me why tell me why tell me why he's a homeboy All Homeboys are Dickheads TISM Words to remember and live by. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Amulte Posted September 19, 2006 T.I.S.M = Take It Seriously Mum love em! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Slim Pickens Posted September 19, 2006 T.I.S.M = Take It Seriously Mumlove em! Love em too, but I believe it is This Is Serious MUM Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Maturin Posted September 19, 2006 S.O.D. (2 second song)Diamonds and Rust I fuckin' love that band!! How about "The Ballad of Jimi Hendrix":- "You're dead!" And "The Ballad of Michael Hutchence":- "You're dead!" And not to mention, "Pussy Whipped", "Pre-Menstrual Princess Blues", "Celtic Frosted Flakes"...etc. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
mescalito Posted September 19, 2006 (edited) ...and recently and most profoundly for me: Staind: "It's Been A While" And it's been awhile Since I could hold my head up high And it's been awhile Since I first saw you And it's been awhile Since I could stand on my own two feet again And it's been awhile Since I could call you And everything I can't remember As fucked up as it all may seem The consequences that I've rendered I've stretched myself beyond my means And it's been awhile Since I can say that I wasn't addicted And it's been awhile Since I can say I love myself as well And it's been awhile Since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do And it's been awhile But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you And everything I can't remember As fucked up as it all may seem The consequences that I've rendered I've gone and fucked things up again Why must I feel this way? Just make this go away Just one more peaceful day And it's been awhile Since I could look at myself straight And it's been awhile Since I said I'm sorry And it's been awhile Since I've seen the way the candles light your face And it's been awhile But I can still remember just the way you taste And everything I can't remember As fucked up as it all may seem to be I know it's me I cannot blame this on my father He did the best he could for me And it's been awhile Since I could hold my head up high And it's been awhile Since I said I'm sorry........ Edited September 19, 2006 by mescalito Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
psynergy Posted September 26, 2006 Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Sleeps With Angels (the whole album) this album is amazing lyrically, and musically... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
zlooj Posted September 29, 2006 Orbital - Illuminate Paint the world anew Find a way to open all the joy in order to Illuminate the strain Fireworks in the blue B'yond the burstin' endless shine Show me where the real light is Buildin' a wall inside Wall round my heart Buildin' a wall inside Yeah Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
zlooj Posted September 29, 2006 Pink Floyd - Eclipse All that you touch All that you see All that you taste All that you feel All that you love All that you hate All you distrust All that you save All that you give All that you deal All that you buy beg, borrow or steal All you create All you destroy All that you do All that you say All that you eat everyone you meet All that you slight everyone you fight All that is now All that is gone All that's to come And everything under the sun is in tune But the sun is eclipsed by the moon... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
zlooj Posted September 29, 2006 Pink Floyd - Breathe Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave but don't leave me Look around and chose your own ground For long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be Run, run rabbit run Dig that hole, forget the sun, And when at last the work is done Don't sit down it's time to dig another one For long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race toward an early grave. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Gollum Posted September 30, 2006 I wouldnt say these lyrics changed my life but they make me think long and hard every time i hear it. I love the line that is in bold. It describes me (and im sure many others) so accuratly. Inhuman Nature By SEPULTURA I! Poisoned Hearts, Poisoned Minds Join In Hate We're Like Machines Dead, Do Not Create Sitting Docile While All around is Rot We Point Fingers But Destruction Never Stops Can You Stop It? Do You Want To? We Poison The Planet Cities Contaminated With Acid Rain We Poison Our Bodies To Alleviate The Pain Of What We Do To Each Other And What's Done To Us And There Are TV-screens Sowing The Seeds Of Distrust Can You Stop It? Do You Want To? Can You Stop It? Do You Want To? Poisoned Hearts, Poisoned Minds Join In Hate We're Like Machines Dead, Do Not Create Sitting Docile While All around is Rot We Point Fingers But Destruction Never Stops Can You Stop It? Do You Want To? They Call It Human Nature But Is This humane? Hurting Each Other Then Again And Again How Can We Look At Ourselves After What We've Done Stop Looking Out For Yourself Look Out For Everyone Can You Stop It? Do You Want To? No! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
incognito Posted October 3, 2006 I dunno about life changing, but times when i am down it can really pick me up. Given to Fly-Pearl Jam He couldve tuned in, tuned in But he tuned out A bad time, nothing could save him Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree The wind rose up, set him down on his knee A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw Delivered him wings, "Hey, look at me now" Arms wide open with the sea as his floor Oh, power, oh He's.. flying Whole… High.. wide, oh He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed By faceless men, well, fuckers He still stands ................... And he still gives his love, he just gives it away The love he receives is the love that is saved And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky A human being that was given to fly High.. flying Oh, oh High.. flying Oh, oh He’s…flying Oh, oh Share this post Link to post Share on other sites