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it wasn't rain that washed away
rinsed out the colours of your eyes
putting the gun down on the bedside table
i must have realized
it wasn't the rain
that made no difference
and i could have sworn it wasn't me
yet i did it all so coldly, almost slowly
plain for all to see
please now
talk to me
tell me things i could find helpful
how can I stop now
is there nothing i can do
i have lost my way
i've been losing you
i can still hear our screams competing
you're hissing your s's like a snake
now in the mirror stands half a man
i thought no one could break
it wasn't the rain
that made no difference
nervously drumming on
run away
but i want the guilt to get me
thoughts to wreck me
preying on my mind
please now
talk to me
tell me things i could find helpful
for how can i stop now
is there nothing i can do
i have lost my way
i've been losing you
Sometimes bands that make one really poppy and fun but mostly shallow song go on to do great things yet get ignored and critically bashed because they chose to go a separate direction than expected.
One of these bands is A-Ha, who's sophomore album "Scoundrel Days" is a far cry from their first hit song "Take on Me". Psychotically dark lyrics interspersed with love songs- this is what new wave synth pop was MEANT to be. The gems all come on side A of this album:
Must listens...
Scoundrel Days
The Swing of Things
I've been Losing You
Pretty good...
October
Manhatten Skyline (the chorus to this thing is freaking nuts, so unexpected and wild)
I think I am going to start a music blog...
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| About Lyrics |
[23 Oct 2009|03:23am] |
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Think about the songs that you love. Love as listening with stereo headphones blasting your ears while laying in bed staring at the blank, white ceiling in the soothing near-darkness of your room. Love as sitting at your cluttered desk blaring the song from your older brother's stereo on repeat while you stare at meaningless pictures from years ago. Love as braving the rain outside, jumping into the car you bought with your own money and driving to nowhere in particular just so you can listen in a new setting. Love as the eagerness to get home from a Saturday night out just so you can lay back and hear it again. Love as finding the song itself unbearably addictive, like a drug or perhaps even more so. Love as realizing the song has somehow merged with your innermost essence and is now part of you.
The artist makes or breaks a song. I will explain what I mean.
When someone full of life, talent, and passion crafts a song, they put everything they have into it. They realize that it's worth sharing because of its concept; music as art.
When someone full of greed, lust, and hatred crafts a song, they put what they know will sell into it. This is worth sharing because the concept is that of a fairy tale, something that shouldn't really be taken seriously; music as entertainment
The most beautiful thing an artist can do is to hide a memory within a song. Something so deep for them that there was really no alternative- the story escaped from the artist's heart without his or her intent or knowledge. This is what separates music as entertainment from music as art. When something so completely human as an emotion or a memory can escape its natural host, it becomes a life of its own. It has become something of similar meaning to whoever can listen to the song and accept it. Listening to music isn't about dissecting the song, after all. Anyone truly passionate about music will admit they don't know all the words to some of their favorite songs. Often the words themselves aren't important- only guidelines to steer the listener in the correct direction. They can be something the memory/song has created by itself, using the artist only as a vessel and a tool.
Sometimes, the lyrics to a beloved song can destroy it. When the artist realizes he or she must be able to sing the song if they wish to sell copies, they can feel pressure to scribble down whatever comes to mind first. There is no way that these lyrics cannot appear forced, as that is what they are. Some popular songs (especially released during the 1980's) would have been truly breathtaking had the artist the time to let the lyrics write themselves.
On the other end of the spectrum (and far more rare), occasionally the lyrics to a song will fortify it. This is when what is written down comes not from the artist's mind at all, but from their heart. These words can be chaotic when analyzed, as is our thought process and emotional stability when faced with challenges or hardships. However, despite their appearance, they fit the song exactly. In these cases, there are no words that could be replaced to better reflect the meaning. It is absolute musical equilibrium.
In my life, I have come upon only a few songs that fit this category. One easy to see example of an artist that consistently wrote songs as art is Nirvana. Most of Kurt Cobain's songs don't seem to make sense at all, but the lyrics fit the songs. Many criticize his consistent writing patterns of emotional instability, fragility, and angst. However, these are the emotions and memories tied to each and every song that Kurt wrote, hurt and suicidal alone in his bedroom late at night. The pain and the disillusionment he felt seeps from his music. Because of his music, the memories, the emotions, the pain that Kurt suffered live on long after his death.
Think for a moment about the songs you love. More importantly, first think about the artists you love. What about them deserves your adoration? Do they make music as art or merely music as entertainment? Remember that art can be the display of any emotion or memory. It does not matter whether it is a positive or a negative emotion, only that the artist has allowed it into the song while restricting it as little as possible.
I urge you all to research the lives and stories of those who write the music you enjoy. You will begin to see a pattern. As you begin to learn more about the real people who write the music, you will start to enjoy their music more. You will start to see the connection between music, memory, and emotion. You will begin to see how an artist is more of a guide than a creator. And, hopefully, you will begin to better appreciate the music that deserves it.
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| Some of the best, most emotional lyrics I have ever heard |
[15 Oct 2009|07:40pm] |
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pat we need your brains back
pat we need your fire
and your imagination
pat we know you fucked up
but we don't care you fucked up
everybody's fucked up
thought I heard your voice
the other night
and sure enough it came
from you
thought I'd be surprised
that you weren't dead
but all I was was glad
just sitting by your bed
and talking to your head
and hearing what you said
as if you'd never left
can't you see yourself yet
can't you see through our eyes
can't you see the truth
nothing's worse than never
falling in a dream's where
we can see together
saw you the other night
have to say
something wasn't right
of course
but I didn't mind
cuz seeing you
being all alive
just walkin in the room
made me so relieved
like everything was fine
and you had never died
or second guessed your mind
or gave up on our trust
thought you'd gone too far
for us to take you back
but distances like that, pat
don't exist in fact
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[09 Oct 2009|12:21am] |
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built to spill- There Is No Enemy |
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I'd hand it to time if I knew where the time had gone
the connoisseurs were wrong
and so was everyone else
I know what they're saying cuz that's all they talk about
just need to figure out
some shit for myself
and just because it's obvious doesn't mean it's even true
heard it all and I believe that we deserve another point of view
we can make it if we try
and if we don't it's gonna still be alright
cuz our minds are still alive
and we can decide what's right
make up your mind make up your own mythology
afraid of finding me
and of defining you
take what you want but you won't want it where your at
I know this for a fact
just because it's so true
the first place my mind goes is where I never want it to
like where it hurts the most or all the stupid shit I say and do
you can make it if you try
and if you don' it's gonna still be all right
cuz our minds are still alive
and we can decide why
telling me thousands of times what's next to want
just doing their job but you know that's a dirty job
can't stand this game still we're bullied to play along
when bullies grow up they get meaner
yeah they really get it down
they think that they get it but they always get it wrong
they'll play your favorite song
just to sell shit to you
I've heard that they'll sell anything and I think they might
I think Bill Hicks was right
about what they should do
and just because you love something doesn't mean it's yours to buy
been selling it so long that no one even knows the reason why
you've been messing with our minds
gettin' rich wasting our time
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So my parents have bought / are in the process of buying a small cute little house in Cottage Lake and I'm thinking that it wouldn't be so bad to try to find a planning job with the city of Woodinville or Redmond or Bothell or Duvall or Monroe and live out there after I graduate this winter / spring. In fact, that would be really really nice.
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[01 Oct 2009|02:11am] |
Link's Uncle
is a good name for a song or a band (as if i needed a new one of those)
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omg my parents house is scary to house sit, once it gets dark i lock myself in the bedroom and dont come out!! ahhhh
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[01 Sep 2009|12:18am] |
convert all hospitals to state enterprises (some family care, orthopedics, dentistry, etc. can remain private)
have state governments pay student tuition for medical school (and require a five or ten year signed commitment to health care employment upon graduation)
pay doctors more reasonable wages, offset with THE STATE taking responsibility for malpractice- so doctors have less to fear.
Voila. No need for health insurance in the first place. No money loss for the US. Doctor's, though getting paid less, no longer must fear malpractice suits. More doctors will be trained from various backgrounds (instead of primarily rich, white males who are capable of paying hefty college fees). BS money grubbing insurance companies will go broke and their employees will have to search for an honest job like everyone else.
Fucking A
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[30 Jul 2009|03:10pm] |
devilmite beam
emohawk polymorph
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| Need a new name for MW |
[21 Jul 2009|01:43am] |
We need a new name for MW, because it sucks and none of us like it anymore. We were thinking a semi obscure reference from either Star Wars, LOTR, or Redwall. Because we are NERDS!
some examples I like so far:
Weathertop (LOTR)
Bowcaster (SW)
Asmodeus (RW)
The Long Patrol (RW)
Felldoh (RW)
The Warden of Marshwood Hill (RW)
Second Breakfast (LOTR)
Mirkwood (LOTR)
Gil-Galad (LOTR)
Imrahil (LOTR)
Barrow-wights (LOTR)
also i need to find a costume for the blossom and bandit show
also its 3:30?!?! AUUUGH
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Sounds of the Universe: Jeff's thoughts
As soon as the first track came on, I though this: "hell YES." Back to basics- catchy, synth-based songs. just what I wanted!
I honestly like all the songs, minus the obligatory instrumental "spacewalk", and im not YET keen on "come back", "Jezebel" and "corrupt"
The best tracks are:
In Chains,
Wrong,
Fragile Tensioin,
In Sympathy...
More to come
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[03 Mar 2009|08:14pm] |
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i heard she broke your heart again
so now you're gonna come and see me
we're back to the start again
when she's gonna set me free
i've been there time and time again
the girl's no good for me and you
she hurts me too
i heard she broke your heart again
i heard she broke your heart
well that girl's a heartbreaker
i heard she broke your heart again
i heard she broke your heart
well that girl's a heartbreaker
well now that girl may have friends in the business
and great qualities that i have yet to see
but in my eyes she's done us wrong
enough times for you to side with me
well that girl's a heartbreaker
I've been sick for a week on and off, and I have missed so much class. Shit.
Electromedi will be big!
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WOW-
though I sort of hate myself for doing this, I'm listening to a leaked demo track off of Depeche Mode's upcoming album
and its GOOD GOOD GOOD
fragile tension
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| staring at a silver sun, i'm blinded, i can see you almost in my town |
[20 Jan 2009|04:53am] |
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Cut Copy is a better band than MGMT. I will just say that.
we need better sleep habits.
i need to wake up in... a little over 4 hours. and seriously tire myself out getting between classes. crutches are a PAIN IN THE ASS. oh well. Not much longer now, I hope... monday? Maybe?
and ps please dont tell me what i have a hunch there is that you have to tell me because that's not something i want to know, it's something i hope isn't true, please, even if it is, just don't tell me, i dont want it to eat away at me
and playing music is as ridiculously fun as i remember, and i want to start the album recording on wednesday during the day, and please let this whole year work out well for me, please please puhretty please
and please let me figure out just what the hell im gonna do next year, and please
please
please dont let this
feeling fade,
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house show tonight
so excited! haven't performed in 6 months, hope this goes well, even though i'm a little sick so i don't know how well my voice will be... oh well, if everyone is just drunk there should be no problem.
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody know, everybody know
Everybody know, everybody know
That you
That you
That you
That you are
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[29 Dec 2008|02:11am] |
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Left behind everything I knew
All the colors were bone light and sky new
Hit the continent running
Engines were humming just to break through
And then there’s morning
Each one feels like the first one
A morning, so clean so pure
Nothing so clear now that I’m here
I won’t regret my return
I’ll just remember the wind, and the snow
And the howling so loud that it alone drowns out the inside of me
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| merry xmas |
[25 Dec 2008|04:47pm] |
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The moon is right
The spirits up
We're here tonight
And that's enough
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
The party's on
The feeling's here
That only comes
This time of year
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
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| Console me in my darkest hour, convince me that the truth is always grey |
[13 Dec 2008|03:08pm] |
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Funny Fact of life....
Girls night = spend hours dressing up, making yourself look as beautiful / slutty as possible, spend 50 dollars at a fancy restaurant, go shopping at a ritzy mall and buy hundreds of dollars worth of fancy clothes, go out to club / bar dancing, flirt with random guys with no intention of pursuing, get wasted and run around laughing with each other, possibly breaking a heel, possibly getting pulled over, take a million pictures of goofy faces and posting them on facebook when finally stumbling home at 4:00 AM. 
Boys night = Stay home, drink beer, eat pizza, and play video games until 4:00 AM.
Oh, I love being a guy so much.
PS either i did something TERRIBLE and karma hates me, or something great is bout to happen to make up for the tree falling on my car. I'm thinking.... something great.
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[08 Dec 2008|02:17pm] |
im hella pissed off!
my foot is like purple its prolly gonna get amputated i bet, that is so dumb i am abount to kill a small woodland creature with my bare teeth
i want to go on advennntures and not be stuck here for MORE TIME i've already been here almost two weeks i am bout to go crazy i miss my apt, my bed, and i just wannnnn gooo hooome and do cute xmas things like the tree
OR i wanna be so doped up on painkillers, either way, but my mom won't let me how rude!!!! actually id rather just be home and taking care of myself, no offense mom and dad but you're kind of dumb at taking care of invalids like me, you say stupid obvious things and i feel like i could get better sleep at home than in the freakinging living room where you wake me up about 65 times a night so you can take my TEMPERATURE, WTF? i dont have a temperature i have a freaking exploded ankle, why would i have a fever ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh bring me homme let me sleep there for 5 days straight and then i'll be all better
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i guess what i mean to say
is you keep the wolves at bay
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