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To start off I will be doing a 2 parter here.
The Ghost of John Madden
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Fascism does not require a dictator to rule an entire empire. In the case of a Fascist Democracy, a constitutional government (I prefer a parliament) is founded upon Fascist ideology and Fascist practices.
For example: In order for a successful Fascist Democracy to be orderly and unified, a constitution with unalienable rights that allows the infringement of amendments and laws under acceptable circumstances so that the state can remain safe, secure, and orderly.
Some examples of why this may be beneficial:
"All citizens have the right to bear arms." Instead, all citizens have the right to apply for the right to bear arms. Citizens must pass IQ tests, have background checks, and psychiatric evaluations upon application for licenses allowing the citizen to own a firearm. By doing this, street crime may possibly decrease. If by any chance this backfires, strict gun control (For example: like the U.K.) is to be enforced.
Freedom of speech. Yes, while this is both a luxury and one of the most important rights, in some cases, restriction to the press and taking caution upon certain phrases of speech may save a life or two, as well as ensure civil tranquility. For example: Restriction of press in the case of criminal activity: A criminal is on the loose. Rig the news so that the criminal appears to be apprehended. By doing so, nobody is disturbed by an alleged criminal lurking the streets. While this may have a few down sides, in an organized and orderly society, police and task forces trained specifically to keep criminal activity to a minimal are to be active and ready at all times to ensure and keep the peace of the community. Cautious behaviors regarding speech: In modern societies, a man cannot be sent to have a mental evaluation for saying things such as "I plan to kill *insert name*". But if proper caution is taken, and the incident reported to the proper authorities, proper preventive action in a humane and just manner can be taken. One is not to immediately be sent to an asylum, of course not. But a state appointed meeting/intervention with experts can't possibly hurt right?
Now, onto our next topic.
An orderly and secure Democratic Fascist state should express a balanced "Garbage in, Garbage out" view, as well as base certain policies regarding equality and income upon this view. If one man refuses to pull his own weight, he does not harm the state. However, the state will recognize his output of "garbage" and will return this "garbage". In other words: If you do not work, you do not get paid. Act like scum, you will be treated like scum. Work for success, become successful. Go to war, return a hero, not a monster. (That always bugged me about the American populace. Men fight and die in foreign countries to secure Life, Liberty, and Order so that you can live a normal and prosperous life, but when they return, you treat them like monsters and thieves.)
Some of the benefits of the "Garbage in, Garbage out" system include:
Workers receive pay for their work and receive a fair (if not generous) wage for their hard work, while those who do not work do not receive a wage or compensation from the state that they do not deserve. (Disability will still be offered, but the rules of application will be far more strict for the purpose of utilizing unemployment compensations correctly to those who actually need it.)
Everyone will have the ability to be successful. All men are born equal, but will be treated in regards to their output and support for the state. This creates a more unified and orderly state. This way, one cannot be successful if they do not seek to give benefit to the state as compensation for their success.
Last topic for now:
A common view of the state should be that all men are created equal, but are not equal among the ranks of the state. Everyone has the ability and right to be successful. However, not everyone is successful. The US is already like this, but with refinement, this can become a great motivator for the citizens of the state to do good for the state so that the state can do good for them. Success is entirely based upon individual decisions of the citizens of the state. Since you alone decide whether or not you will work and bring prosperity to the state, it is you alone who determines your level of equality and rank among the citizens of the state.
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Yes, yes, Fascism. Nobody ever talks about it and says anything good. There are many reasons for this. Mainly it is because all the Fascist leaders so far have been strictly Fascist Dictators. I however am looking to surface the goodness in Fascism.
Bare with me as I reveal the good side of Fascist ideology and policy, the benefits, and the various ways to practice Fascism that does not require a dictator.
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Genre: Contemporary Indie / Indie Rock
Artist/Band Name: Snowmine
Facts About the Artist/Band: The band hails from Brooklyn. I don't know much else about the band, they haven't exactly done much.
Album: Laminate Pet Animal
Cover Art:
Track Listing:
1) Beast in Air, Beast in Water 5:22
2) Penny 3:20
3) The Hill 3:44
4) Danger in the Snow! 4:22
5) Let Me In 3:34
6) Piece of Your Pie 4:34
7) Trial and Error 4:51
8) This One 3:29
9) Hologram 6:01
Total Length: 39:22
Review:
Snowmine's "Laminate Pet Animal" (Released May 3rd, 2011)
Now, Snowmine, the 5 piece band from brooklyn, hasn't exactly done much since 2011. A few singles have been released and a decent amount of live shows have been played, but this is their only full sized album to date, and a smaller album at that. However, needless to say, this album is possibly the single most amazing and fresh sounding piece of bliss I have heard in years.
Snowmine is often praised by fans for having a very "Clean and natural sound" and this album truly is a perfect example to back these claims. Laminate Pet Animal starts with the track "Beast in Air, Beast in Water" and while the track is typically what anyone could expect of modern indie groups, the other tracks on the album (especially "Penny", "This One", and "Hologram") have a very distinct clarity and smooth natural feel to them that is unlike any other.
Each track of the album is memorable and catchy while keeping the underground sound ubiquitous to most modern indie bands of the decade. The sound that Snowmine creates in this album is unique to the rest however. Snowmine seems to flawlessly emanate a sort of cool and refreshing feel no matter what mood the listener is in. I have sat feeling downright like total shit and after listening to any song of this album I immediately start feelin' good about myself again.
The instruments and soundscapes (although sondscapes are minor) are played it near perfection with one another so that there is no discernible difference in the feeling of one song to another, but making sure that each song sounds different.
Out of 5, Laminate Pet Animal gets a 4 stars rating from me. I just can't get over how great this sounds.
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Hipster
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Yeah, I get a coffee every morning,
when the sun is big and full.
Yeah, I got my scarf and my glasses on.
Yeah, they match my skinny jeans.
Now you know just what I am,
you know just what to call me.
A new word with a new voice.
I can make my own choices.
I-I-I,
I-I oh oh oh.
I-I-I,
I-I oh oh oh.
I'm a brand new youth and,
I-I-I'm a hipster.
And I-I-I,
I-I-I know,
why why why,
why why you all,
keep staring at my flashy clothes.
It's because you wanna know,
just what you should call me.
Give me a big ol' label.
You know just what to call me,
A brand new youth.
Oh I'm a hipster.
Summer is here, got my jacket on.
You know it's cold inside.
Parliament cigarettes,
and a PBR.
Now you know just what I am,
you know just what to call me.
A new boy who plays a new game,
and I like my triangles.
I-I-I,
I-I oh oh oh.
I-I-I,
I-I oh oh oh.
I'm a brand new youth and,
I-I-I'm a hipster.
And I-I-I,
I-I-I know,
why why why,
why why you all,
keep staring at my flashy clothes.
It's because you wanna know,
just what you should call me.
Give me a big ol' label.
You know just what to call me,
A brand new youth.
Oh I'm a hipster.
[solo]
Oh, I-I-I,
I-I oh oh oh,
I-I-I,
I-I-I know,
why you act so stuck up.
And why you look so hung up,
pleasing everyone else.
It's because you can't think for yourself.
Now you know just what I am,
you know just what to call me.
A new style never seen before,
and i like cigarettes with my coffee.
I-I-I,
I-I oh oh oh.
I-I-I,
I-I oh oh oh.
I'm a brand new youth and,
I-I-I'm a hipster.
And I-I-I,
I-I-I know,
why why why,
why why you all,
keep staring at my flashy clothes.
It's because you wanna know,
just what you should call me.
Give me a big ol' label.
You know just what to call me,
A brand new youth.
Oh I'm a hipster.
Yeah, I'm a brand new youth and,
you know just what I do when,
you say I'm a "Newfag",
I light a cigarettes and I take a drag.
Yeah, you can't take me down.
I'm the new youth here in town.
I'm missing a label,
you label me a hipster.
And when you criticize my band,
clearly you don't understand,
indie is where it's at,
and it's a brand new jam.
And I-I-I,
I-I oh oh oh.
I-I-I,
I-I oh oh oh.
I'm a brand new youth and,
I-I-I'm a hipster.
And I-I-I,
I-I-I know,
why why why,
why why you all,
keep staring at my flashy clothes.
It's because you wanna know,
just what you should call me.
Give me a big ol' label.
You know just what to call me,
A brand new youth.
Oh I'm a hipster.
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Impromptu
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I don't wanna love what's left of you.
But I guess there's nothing left to do.
I refuse to move to Malibu,
to chase a vision of me and you.
Gotta run away.
Far away,
to a better place.
Gotta run away.
Far away,
to a better place.
The defects are what define you.
Life lived out in impromptu.
What can I do to rain on you?
Best to ask what else is left to do.
Gotta run away.
Far away,
to a better place.
Gotta run away.
Far away,
to a better place.
[solo]
Life is not delirium.
God is not the scary one.
Mental issues are only fun,
when I get to rain on your parade.
Gotta run away.
Far away,
to a better place.
Gotta run away.
Far away,
to a better place.
Gotta run away.
Far away,
to a better place.
Gotta run away.
Far away,
to a better place.
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The Nightmares
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When my eyes,
are sad and tired,
I crawl,
under the covers.
I leave,
my eyes open,
I can't sleep.
Well I go,
and see my shrink.
He writes me,
another prescription to eat.
I swallow,
more pills,
than food I eat.
I feel like I'm sleepless,
but I know I'm not.
I'm sik of the nightmares,
but they just won't stop.
I'm sick of the drugs,
but they level me out.
I'm tired and depressed,
but not depressed enough.
My own ghost,
is in my closet.
I don't,
know how to stop him.
He's stealing,
all my dreams,
away from me.
Oh but my shrink,
he won't acknowledge,
my insanity,
or how tired I am.
He,
just stuffs me full,
of narcotic dreams.
I'm awake,
but that's not what I want.
I feel like I'm falling,
and I want to hit the ground.
I'm sick of the nightmares,
but they just won't stop.
I think about dying,
but I just won't budge.
You know while I'm sleeping,
I dream I won;t wake up.
I wait til I'm sleeping,
to confess that I'm wrong.
I'm supposed to be dreaming,
but nightmares won't stop.
Maybe I'm just insane,
because that's all I want.
[solo]
I feel like I'm sleeping,
but I know I'm not.
I'm sick of the nightmares,
but they just won't stop.
I'm sick of the prescriptions,
but they keep me insane.
I'm tired and depressed,
and that's ok.
Because I won't be here,
forever.
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Pointless Song
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We can't praying,
that it will get better,
when this is as good as it gets.
Still we keep pushing.
Striving for the best.
The best can only get you so far.
And it all seems Pointless,
to me.
Success is fulfilling,
but what are we doing?
How can we call all of this success?
We aren't even climbing,
or making profit,
or claiming ownership to our humanity.
And it all seems pointless,
but the outcome was never,
really in doubt,
for me.
[solo]
And it all seems pointless,
to me.
We have our abortions,
and live out our dreams.
But it's really our dreams we've aborted.
A modern society,
founded on work.
We live to work and work to die.
Fame and glory,
shatters under lime lights.
Only a gold star in the pavement remains.
We build up an image.
We idolize icons.
But all it's worth is a fifteen second ride.
And it all seems pointless,
to me.
[solo]
All of this seems pointless,
to me.
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June
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The broken pavement,
it reminds me,
of the raindrops it's collected.
And reminds me of,
all the people,
who have walked on me.
Though I am a man,
I am still afraid of,
lightning and the roar of thunder.
I still pull the covers,
over my head,
and pretend I'm somewhere else.
And around you,
I am the same.
I can't bear to see you cry like that.
So I take a hint,
and walk out that,
cracked sliding door.
The very same door,
that I left open.
And you never seemed to notice.
And even now,
beneath the covers,
I am still afraid.
We can't go on.
We have out grown one another.
We can't move on.
We still own one another.
[solo]
So late at night when,
the moon is full and,
even the darkness is as bright as my eyes,
We pretend to let go,
of one another,
and pretend to carry on.
So we sleep,
next to a mirror.
The mirror is misshapen and cold.
The reflections that we,
receive are,
twisted and broke.
But in a mirror,
our reflections,
still don't look quite right together.
I can't say that,
I'm surprised.
No not at all.
We can't go on.
We have out grown one another.
We can't move on.
We still own one another.
[solo]
So I waited,
until June,
to let you know that I've seen the truth.
My commitments that,
I made to you,
are promises I can't keep.
But in the long run,
we had a good one.
Had a lot of fun together.
Even devils in love,
have their moments.
Even angels break down.
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Pills
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Doctor,
how am I gonna sleep?
I want you to lie to me,
and tell me I'm fine.
But you won't lie to me.
Tell me I need a treat.
A pill will sedate me,
and keep me normal.
So I'm calm asleep,
and I'm having the darkest dreams.
What can you do for me,
to bring the good ones back in?
A pill to eat.
A pocket full of my doggie treats.
Addicted to something,
I shouldn't even need.
You can't lie to me.
I know that I'm sane enough.
I know what you're trying to do.
And I know it ain't fair to me.
Take me off the pills.
I'm not gonna sleep again.
But I rather never sleep again,
than to have another nightmare.
I try to be,
a productive member of society.
My frying brain,
is addicted to your drugs.
So I'm crying.
I sleep every night alone.
No one to calm me down,
and hug me close,
when the nightmares come.
You can't prove to me.
Because I don't think I'm sane enough.
I know what you're trying to do,
but is it fair to me?
Take me off the pills.
I'm not gonna sleep again.
But I rather stay awake until I'm dead,
than to have another nightmare.
[solo]
Try me.
I know I'm not sane enough,
to put down the fucking gun,
and cry it all out.
So sedate me.
Doc, give me a remedy.
You indoctrinated a need,
to feel just like balloons,
every day.
But I don't want to be,
a basket case with bad dreams.
I wish I could be,
addiction free.
You can't lie to me.
I know that I'm sane enough.
I know what you're trying to do.
And I know it ain't fair to me.
Take me off the pills.
I'm not gonna sleep again.
But I rather never sleep again,
than to wake up and swallow a fistful of pills.
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Answer Me
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Now that you let me go,
I want you to let me know,
have I been running in circles just to see you go?
And now the curtains fall,
all I've got left is my hope.
Hope that someone better will tell me I'm beautiful.
Answer me,
truthfully.
Was I wasting my time?
Did you mean those wonderful things you said?
I want to go home.
Close the sliding glass door,
that you know I left open to let you back in the house.
I won't have to tiptoe,
or jump through hoops anymore.
I am as free now but also lonely as I've ever been.
Answer me,
truthfully.
Was I wasting my time?
Did you mean those wonderful things you said?
I don't think so.
[solo]
So now that I let you go,
I reactivate my phone.
I realigned and shattered our crooked picture frame.
Before I say goodnight,
will you signal my satellite?
Will you call me up and tell me I should have been there for you?
Answer me,
truthfully.
Was I wasting my time?
Did you mean those awful things you said?
Because I did.
I closed the sliding door,
and broke our crooked photo.
Now get out of my bed and never apologize.
No don't ever apologize.
Not to me.
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Appendicitis
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The air feels elastic,
the bed is a river.
And my lungs feel just like a balloon.
My fever is skittish,
and my face is a mask.
The monitors won't stop their beeping.
My tears burn like lava,
though my eyes are dry.
Though my have eyes have been dry for a while.
My body is aching,
and I need some rest.
The hospital is open for me.
You wrote me a letter,
asking how I feel.
And I replied with a sigh.
We tend to our sick and,
we care for the poor.
But we can't even care for ourselves.
Now the air may be thinning,
but my conscience is clear.
And I don't regret a thing.
Now that the air's thinning,
my consciousness slips.
The anesthesia is knocking me down.
I wake up days later,
unable to move.
My stomach is empty and churning.
I feel more sick,
than I did before.
Where are my friends now?
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Low (As I've ever been)
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I put your noose around my neck.
Dangling advice that I forget.
Spiraling out of it,
down into the dark.
My chronic depression.
The sound of a dying moon.
Dance along with em to,
dissonant tunes.
If we had all we wanted,
what would we have to look for?
If we can start again,
what are we waiting for?
A new opportunity.
Another day in the gutter.
Drenched in shame and my libido,
but never touched at all.
Another mountain crumbles,
and slides into the empty sea.
I wanna know if I'm the only one,
forever left alone.
If we had all we wanted,
what would we have to look for?
If we can start again,
what are we waiting for?
Temper tantrums,
and lies.
Hidden romances,
die beneath moistened eyelids.
Cancer and laughter,
save us from a life,
we never asked to live in.
We would rather die.
To be alone forever,
is to never try.
[solo]
If we had all we wanted,
what would we have to look for?
If we can start again,
what are we waiting for?
Temper tantrums,
and lies.
Hidden romances,
die behind those closed doors.
Atrophy and laughter,
save us from the truth.
We never asked to be alive.
Oh, I will never die.
Temperament and sadness,
set me to self destroy.
Oh, I know I'll be alone.
I never will find love.
I've been low so long,
but i'm lower now than ever before.
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Cope
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My coat is off.
I shed my skin.
I open up,
and I let you in.
A lighter side,
with a shade of blue.
You talk to me,
and I'll talk to you.
Addiction free,
is no fun at all.
Cigarette smoke,
fills the halls.
A brand new me,
with a point to prove.
Spiraling,
from my point of view.
How am I supposed to forget,
the people I gave my best to?
How am I supposed to forgive,
the people who let live?
Tacky ties,
casual Friday.
All the individual,
styles and ways.
Wrote him off,
oh, yesterday.
Out of the job,
what can he say?
How is he supposed to forget,
that the game of life is a bet?
How is he supposed to forgive,
when no one will ever let live?
[solo]
How am I supposed to forget,
all the people I gave my best to?
How am I supposed to forgive,
when no one will let us in?
How am I supposed to help,
if you won't even tell how?
How am I going to cope,
when you cut me free from your rope?
How am I supposed to predict,
if you'll ever feel happy again?
How are you going to react,
when your life is blown off the tracks?
Oh, how am I supposed to pretend,
I never had a problem to begin with?
How is he supposed to live,
without a job to support him?
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Marrow
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Green eyes and long blonde hair,
she was my foundation but she disappeared.
Why do all the good things have to die so young?
Never lied and lived without a care,
until that fateful day when she was told,
"Rhythm, the doctor says it don't look good for you."
But even in hospital gowns,
and with her hair falling out,
she was beautifully young.
She was beautiful.
Every day she got a little more sick,
and her bones grew hollow and thin.
Oh Rhythm, why did you have to go?
And I guess I really never ever stopped loving her.
She planted seeds if sad and seeds of hope,
and Rhythm, you were far too young to die.
But even when those eyes went grey,
and her body was cold and wracked with pain,
she was so beautifully young.
She was so beautiful.
[solo]
I would have given all I had.
I would still give all I have.
I want to give you all I have,
but you are gone.
It starts in hospice,
and ends in the grave.
The courtesy of the doctors,
couldn't save the day.
You beautiful spring flower,
why did you fade away?
And in our last hour,
you took my breath away.
You said "Take good care of yourself",
like you would be back.
You never told me that,
this would be your last day with me.
Oh, and even in a box,
made of wood and your essence,
you are beautifully young.
You are beautiful.
Beautiful Rhythm.
And even behind a wall of my own tears,
and my memories that remain,
in them you are beautiful.
But in my memories you are still dying,
and there's nothing I can do to save you.
And I, I would give anything just to,
see those green eyes alive again.
To see you smile again.
To hear you laugh again.
I would do anything I could,
if I could go back in time.
Take my marrow Rhythm,
take my marrow.
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Dust
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Lights,
fade in the distance,
away,
far away from me.
Sounds,
fade in the distance.
Day,
I'm gonna miss it.
Scenes,
experiences come and go.
Pleas,
for a better after world.
Trust,
fades absent and listless.
Dust,
falls like snow to the ground.
The empty throne is waiting.
The empty homes are fading into dust.
The absent minds are wasted.
The absent minded are changing into dust.
Falling down.
Falling,
Changing into dust.
And if I leave here,
I know I'll leave as dust.
Because that's how I came here.
I came as dust,
I'll leave as dust.
Anger.
gets the best of all of us.
Changes,
waiting to devolve us.
The grape vine,
where the fire is burning.
It starts with the grape vine,
and burns well into our future.
And I know I will leave here.
I will leave as I came.
I came a mistake,
I will leave a basket case.
I'm not insane,
but my one track mind is burning out.
Just like a dark star,
my life is burning, burning away, into dust.
The empty throne is waiting.
The empty homes are fading into dust.
The absent minds are wasted.
The absent minded are changing into dust.
Falling down.
Falling,
Changing into dust.
And if I leave here,
I know I'll leave as dust.
Because that's how I came here.
I came as dust,
I'll leave as dust.
[solo]
The empty throne is waiting.
The empty homes are filled up with dust.
The absent minds are wasted.
The absent minds are worried about their love.
A fucking basket case, yeah.
Falling,
into the depths of my mind.
And if I leave here,
I know I'll leave as dust blown far away.
Because that's how I came here.
I came as dust,
I'll leave as dust.
That's how I came here.
I came insane,
I'll leave a basket case.
And if I leave here,
I know I'll leave a legacy.
Because I'm an artist.
An artist who's lost it.
I swear I've lost my fucking mind.
But that doesn't stop me, no.
No that doesn't stop a god damn thing.
I came a martyr,
for all the things I know I believe.
I know I'll leave soon.
I came as dust,
I'll leave as dust.
I'm just an artist.
Lost in my mind,
without a brush.
And I know if I leave here,
I will leave as dust in the wind.
Because that's how I came here.
I came as dust,
I'll leave as dust.
I came alone,
I'll leave alive.
I die alone,
and die inside.
But I'm just a basket case.
I'm just another reject living in lights.
But the lights are fading,
and i see a solution to my plight.
I'm gonna leave here.
I'm gonna leave and never look back,
Because I'm a reject.
I came as dust,
I will leave here as dust in the wind.
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From Hollow
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Deepening black circles,
that fill the spaces left behind.
Darkening with lack of sleep,
these holes i have for eyes.
Trying hard as ever,
to turn out the lights.
Deepening forever,
the chasm in my mind.
I could never ask you,
to go out of your own way,
to come and be my savior.
To take my pain away.
I could never ask that of you.
Traveling in circles,
like my finger 'round the neck of a bottle.
Cowering in the corner,
as i miss peaceful sleep in the hollow.
Oh, I'm looking for a place to sleep.
Looking for a place to sleep.
I could never ask you,
to go out of your own way,
to come and be my savior.
To take my pain away.
I could never ask that of you.
[solo]
And the deepening circles cry.
Cry out for rest so they can dry.
Cry out in sickly pain from the hollow.
The blackening madness consuming this hovel.
Consuming the blackened core of my soul.
I could never ask you,
to go out of your own way,
to come and be my doom.
But what else am I supposed to do?
No, I could never ask that of you.
Oh, I would never ask that of you.
I'll be damned that I'd asked that of you.
No, I will never ask that of you.
But I'm lost,
what else am I supposed to do?
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Everybody Needs
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Everybody Needs a mother and father.
Someone to teach them the taste of defeat.
Someone to guide them along the path,
guide them along the path of failure.
Everybody Needs a crutch.
Everybody Needs a Ban-Aid.
Everybody Needs lives to fuck.
Everybody Needs lies to momma, oh.
Transitioning from a kid to a man,
can take more out of you than you think.
Changing clothes is easy on the rod,
especially when there's nowhere to go.
Everybody Needs a crutch.
Everybody Needs a Ban-Aid.
Everybody Needs lives to fuck.
Everybody Needs lies to momma, oh.
Everybody needs a momma.
Everybody loses a papa.
Everybody lies to momma.
Nobody remembers papa, oh.
[solo]
Everybody owns a gun.
Metaphorically spoken of course.
Nobody owns the sun.
Everybody's on a crash course, oh.
Everybody Needs a crutch.
Everybody Needs a Ban-Aid.
Everybody Needs lives to fuck.
Everybody eats a lunch.
Everybody needs some music.
Everybody lives to die.
Everybody lies to god.
Yeah, everybody lies to god.
Everybody lies to good god, oh.
Nobody wants a mama,
when they feel all grown up.
Nobody wants a crutch,
but absolutely everyone's got one, oh.
Everybody Needs a crutch.
Everybody Needs a Ban-Aid.
Everybody Needs lives to fuck.
Everybody Needs lies to momma, oh.
Yeah, everyone lies to momma.
Nobody lies to papa.
Papa has always been dead.
Papa sleeps in a flowerbed, oh.
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Let Go (of the bottle)
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I could take my time,
and tell my tale,
but who would care?
I don't even know how to begin.
I suppose I'll start off with losing that spark i used to feel.
The coziness in my heart.
It's cold today,
nothing's changed.
It never will.
Let's hole up inside.
The advantages of your warmth are dwindling as it rains.
Now i hope you will hear me out.
I've unlocked my chains,
been free for days,
but sobriety,
is looking impossible now.
My mind is on the edge of another meltdown.
It's been so long since I felt this way.
Entertain yourself,
while I lower,
myself down.
Down into a well.
This well I filled to the brim with tears and my regrets,
is where I choose to drown.
But of all the days,
to mention pain,
why now?
Haven't you done enough?
Well I guess I understand, I wouldn't wanna be around me either.
But I'm still stuck in my skin.
[solo]
I lack the necessary traits,
needed to,
rehabilitate,
my mind.
But the ghosts of all the dreams I abandoned are haunting someone else.
I see now, I drove you away.
Mistakes i made,
to this date,
are all for not.
I realize I'm sick.
I realize now that with my words I rejected you.
But I've never missed you more.
While I miss your warmth,
your charming laugh,
and winning smile,
I can never let you back inside.
Because the hardest part of letting someone go is to forget,
all of the happiness you won't feel again.
While I close the door,
and kill the lights,
my heart shrinks.
I'm gonna drink til I puke.
But the rest of the story is just a fit of bitter taste,
accompanied by a soft cry.
I'll tear it down.
My proverbial,
wall of shame.
Tear it down one day.
The day will come when I get the chance to speak with someone else.
Hopefully someone who cares.
Don't wait form
a miracle.
Make them,
happen.
Don't let anyone,
tell you,
how you,
should feel.
Don't ever,
tell anyone,
how you,
feel inside.
Never,
let anyone,
ever,
come inside.
Never,
let anyone,
ever,
come inside.
Never,
no don't ever,
let anyone,
come inside.
[solo]
At the end,
of the day,
I call again.
Without a tear left to cry.
But you would rather be alone than burdened with my presence.
Forget it, I'm letting people in!
In,
come in.
Come in.
I'm letting people in.
In,
in,
come in.
I am letting go.
Go,
of the past.
I am letting go.
Go,
go,
of the bottle now.
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Shouts of doubt
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I can't remember which way she went.
More than anything I am trying,
ever so hard to forget.
I tried my luck at winning his heart again.
I tried and failed just as I had guessed,
from the start all along.
So, shout,
shout,
shout in the morning.
Doubt,
doubt,
it's a storm and,
we don't,
need this,
today.
I will give anything for a classic romance.
I will say anything to anyone just to get a smile,
and maybe a place to spend the night.
I came over to bring you some flowers.
I even brought you a fresh book of matches,
to burn the flowers with.
So, shout,
shout,
shout when you're mourning.
Doubt,
doubt,
outside it's storming.
We need,
to make,
it better.
And because the days don't ever change,
because everything is exactly the same.
Before you call me out to leave me alone,
remember I am always waiting on the other,
side of,
the phone.
[solo]
So, pout,
pout,
like a child.
Float,
float,
as if you're dying.
Screaming,
I need,
some help.
Shout,
shout,
like it's pouring.
Doubt,
doubt,
all of her stories.
Endowed,
without,
all of her bullshit.
We don't have,
to wait,
on her.
Go on,
go on,
to him.
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Today I will be covering an album by a band that I like to call "The Rift Masters of Drone". This band certainly deserves more popularity, but unfortunately the style of music is considered on the "underground" spectrum.
Genre: Drone / Stoner Metal / Doom Metal
Artist/Band Name: Sunn O)))
Facts About the Artist/Band: Sunn O))) is named after the Sunn amplifier brand. The band itself was formed as a commemoration band of sorts for the inventors of Drone Metal, a band called "Earth" whom is often credited with being the inspiration that created Sunn O))). The band has two core members: Stephen O'Malley (also of Khanate and Burning Witch) and Greg Anderson (of Goatsnake and Engine Kid). On December 17, 2009, the song "Hunting & Gathering (Cydonia)" from the CD Monoliths & Dimensions was named the Heaviest Song of All-Time by Jason Ellis on The Jason Ellis Show on Sirius/XM. Greg Anderson then appeared on The Jason Ellis Show on January 12, 2010.
Album: Monoliths & Dimensions
Cover Art:
Track Listing:
1. "Aghartha" 17:34
2. "Big Church [Megszentségteleníthetetlenségeskedéseitekért]" 9:43
3. "Hunting & Gathering (Cydonia)" 10:02
4. "Alice" 16:21 (best song on the album)
Total length: 53:00
Review:
When people think heavy metal, it has come to my attention that they think of two common things. 1: Barbaric, loud, and music that would be considered both non-complex and un-artistic. 2: A singular sound that all bands have (All bands sound the same). This is SO not true, and in Sunn O)))'s case, it is the opposite. Another thing i need to touch up on first, is that people assume "Heavy" metal requires fast, melodic, and deafening music with no real theme. Sunn O))), however, Is also the exact opposite, and yet, still a HELL of alot heavier than any band I have ever heard that is still enjoyable to listen to.
Now, the review. Sunn O)))'s "Monoliths & Dimensions" is often considered to be Sunn O)))'s heaviest album, and all in all, i have to agree. Although I personally feel that their album "Iron Soul of Nothing (Featuring: 'Nurse With Wound')" is their best, Monoliths & Dimensions deserves ALOT of praise. The album takes drone to a whole new level of heavy, gritty, harshness that Sunn O))) is known for delivering.
Monoliths & Dimensions is an album for those listeners out there who are looking for both Heavy music, and slow, progressive art. Sunn O)))'s style in Monoliths & Dimensions can be explained as "an Artistic way of drilling into the brain, planting a bomb, and exploding your mind". As you listen to this album, keep this in mind: Try to listen to the songs for their "Texture" not their melody.
The Album starts off with a heavy, AND I MEAN HEAVY, song that jumps right into the grittiness of the track and fades out over the entirety of the song. It is like jumping into a bed of nails and managing to drown. The feeling and sensation is fantastic. The second track is a very nice example of artistic brain drilling. The track consists of a choir, heavy guitar coupled with lots of amplifier humming, slow, gritty vocal techniques, and a constant buzz. In short, it sounds like the choir of doom, and that is fantastic. As I said before, the third track was actually named the Heaviest Song of All-Time by Jason Ellis on The Jason Ellis Show on Sirius/XM. "Hunting & Gathering (Cydonia)", the third track, is indeed a VERY heavy track and has a very rad feel to it. If you like heaviness that you can feel vibrate off your skin that still sounds like ambience you could sleep too (albeit the night terrors), this song will have you hooked. Every minute is different from the last while staying true to the slow, steady, and subtle style of drone metal. The final song, "Alice", is dedicated to the jazz artist, Alice Coltrane. This song is very unique in many ways, but most of all, it is a unique style for Sunn O))). This track starts off with a very slow but crisp and alive feeling. As it progresses, the song will pick up static and fade into a melodic and heavenly symphonic tune. This song goes from, Thick, crisp, fresh, Sub-bass and guitar with static, to French horns, harps, strings, and the hole 9 yards of fairy tale sounding symphonies. I can not stress enough just how awesome this song is.
Overall, the general Motive or feel of this album is to get listeners to feel what they wanna feel, think about what you feel, and reflect upon it. This is a typical feel with Sunn O))), but this album tends to really stress the "Drilling into the brain" as well. While listening, it is advised to listen to every sound and not follow a singular sound or note. By doing this, I find it easiest to feel this reflexive mood that the album is supposed to impose upon the listeners. All of the tracks are very Solid and and challenging for the brain to fully register and label as "pleasant music". But with the right attitude, this music can become the most pleasant to the ears in the known musical world. And to me, Sunn O))) is the best band out there for this genre. This album in specific is the very album that got me into Sunn O))) in the first place. The first track by Sunn O))) I ever heard was "Big Church [Megszentségteleníthetetlenségeskedéseitekért]" (however you pronounce that).
Overall, I give this album a 4 of 5. The album was made over a 2 year period and i have to appreciate the time, effort and care that was placed ever so perfectly into the production of this album. A must have for any drone fans.
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For our first review, I will be covering a personal favorite of mine from both a genre and artist who most of us may not know (hipster me eh mates?)
Genre: Dark Ambient / "Isolationism"
Artist/Band Name: Lull (One Artist: Mick Harris of napalm death, Scorn, and Painkiller)
Facts About the Artist/Band: Lull is a Dark Ambient side project of Napalm Death's Mick Harris in which he had created the genre known as "Isolationism". The side project had premiered in 1992 with the release of Lull's first album "Dreamt about dreaming". with this album being created, Isolationism was born.
Album: Cold Summer
Cover Art:
Track Listing:
1) Slow Fall Inward 23:55
2) Lonely Shelter 15:56
3) Long Way Home 23:38
4) Lost Sanctum 15:57
Review:
(Mick Harris) Lull's "Cold Summer" (released in 1994)
At first glance, Cold Summer may seem boring and uneventful to the average listener of today's modern era. But if you are willing to "leave yourself behind" and simply listen, and then feel more than you listen, you may begin to feel the Soundscapes created by Mick Harris in this album, Cold Summer, wash you away and wear away at your soul.
The album, Cold Summer, is probably the best album ever released by Mick Harris under the recording name/handle "Lull". Among other Lull albums, Cold Summer continues to be the single most minimalistic and downright chilling album ever released by Lull.
The tracks consist mainly of a very deep Sub-Bass that in one track may come off as nearly deafening while in the next it is barely audible, coupled with small bits of isolated noise that you only seem to notice after they have either stopped, or while waiting in anticipation for it to repeat, Cold Summer creates a new form of isolationism that has still never been fully outclassed. The sheer amount of minimalism that was cleverly planned out by Mick Harris in Cold Summer makes it a very uncertain and mysterious"Fall Inward" as the listeners may find themselves discovering very "animalistic" and instinctual sides of themselves that introduce them to a brand new kind of fear. This fear consists greatly of feelings of helplessness, isolation, and confronting the unknown. In short, it is best to imagine that you are falling down and seeing the world fall away with you as you begin to wonder just how you began to fall to begin with. soon after the fear and realization that you fell kicks in, and the rush begins.
Each and every isolated sound beyond the Sub-Bass is like a sliver of light in the all consuming darkness that slips away, or even like the sensation of small cuts of steel on flesh. The sounds range from soothing to the mind, to mind crushingly terrifying on a level that to new listeners is guaranteed un-felt before. But to experienced dark ambient listeners, the horror is all too familiar, and because of this, all the more horrifying and potent. Thus making Cold Summer a fantastically terrifying trip through the mind that can be both enjoyed, and feared, by listeners of all kinds, over and over again.
The Beginning track (and my favorite track) "Slow Fall Inward" starts the listener off on their journey through wicked and broken soundscapes with a slow and gradual fall inwards toward madness and fear, covered by the sensation of sanity peeling away like paint from a wall. It may also be stated that this "wall" is much like the metaphorical wall that was displayed in Pink Floyd's "The Wall". The wall itself represents the purest isolation and fear. But this time, instead of "tearing down the wall", you will find yourself building 4 walls, no door, putting a roof on it, and sitting in the corner for the remainder of the album. During this time you may find yourself thinking deeply upon what exactly it is you are hearing and feeling. When the album is over and all is complete, you may afterwards begin to feel that life seems so much safer and clearer. After listening to this album for the first time, that is exactly how I felt.
Out of 5, I would rate "Cold Summer" a full 5 stars. The album hits the listener in sensitive places that never seem to be explored or delved upon without guidance. This album, Cold Summer, as well as many other Lull albums, is just the right kind of guide into those places in your mind.
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Cold Air (The Things That Make Us Dumb)
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When the moon is full and you're choking on the cold air,
Stars will come to greet you.
When you're waiting by the phone for a call from him,
Just know you'll be waiting a while.
and we wait and wait and wait.
But every day's the same.
Buy all the things that make us dumb.
Choking on cold air.
When the water is freezing when you jump in,
It's only just a phase, they say.
But you know it's real and you know damn well just what you feel.
never let anyone inside.
And we hide inside for life.
But everything's the same.
Buy all the things that make us tame.
Choking on the cold air.
Smoking like a chain,
So we can hide our pain.
Never let him in.
We wait and wait and wait.
Waiting for him.
Waiting for a change.
Choking on our pain.
Choking on cold air.
[solo]
When the sun is down and the snow is piling up outside,
He will call for you.
When he calls you up on the phone will you answer him?
He misses your warmth and love.
And you keep pushing him away.
But every tear is the same as the last.
Buy all the things that make us crash and forget.
Choking on our cold air and sorrows.
Pain will subside.
He will call again.
He's your only friend.
Wont you let him?
Let the sun shine in.
Breathing out all out the cold air.
Why don't you call him?
Buy him all the things that make us dumb.
I know you're better than this.
You are better than this...
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