Goodbye Horses - Q Lazarus
Goodbye Horses - Q Lazarus
i also like my DnB.. and my anime music in jap, as you may have known already
I've touted my love of Tool on here before and I'm going to do it again. Listening to the songs Lateralus, Wings for Marie/10,000 Days, and Rosetta Stoned are about the closest I've come to something I could call a spiritual experience. Those are songs that transcend the individual parts and lyrical content like no others and become something truly incredible to my ears. They have an energy about them that I can't help but end up feeling to the core of my being.
It's either I'm a Barbie Girl or I Touch Myself
...
I remember on a specific occasion after listening to
Gackt- Speedmaster
I became absolutely psyched and sort-of narcisistic which is rare in my case.
OH YES.Originally Posted by Dreddz
Well it's hard for me to list any because all songs I listen to regularly make me feel different. If a song doesn't move me on an emotional level, stimulate my thoughts or inspire my creativity, I won't listen to it.
If you're referring to disturbing music, the Wall by Pink Floyd disturbs me, though I've grown to enjoy it. Also, the lyrics and story of the Lamb Lies down on Broadway is alarming at moments (In the Cage, the Lamia for example), and Assasing by Marillion is also very dark, psychotic even. These are songs I wouldn't want to listen to unstable, but I still get a gritty satisfaction out of them at times. Anyone who hasn't felt accepted by society can relate to the raw emotion of Roger Waters in the Wall, most can enjoy the dark imagery of them in general.
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Slipknot - My Plague
"I'm just a bastard but at least I admit it"
Makes me think about the mistakes i've done in my life
The Fratellis - Chelsea Dagger and Wham! - Wake Me Up Before you Go Go cheer me up no end!I was on the phone to a friend about two hours ago, and he sounded really sad, so I felt sad, too.
So I went away, heard these songs, and felt a bit better.
Melodies of Life from Final Fantasy IX makes me cry...
"I work in one of those humble call centres... Apparently, what we're doing at the moment is 'sprinkling our magic along the way'. It's a call centre, not Hogwarts." ~ Caroline Garlick, Ayrshire, BBC News Magazine
Aerith's theme always makes me sad and tingly..
and the battle theme from eternal sonata always gets me fired up
“The <ST1
It is a beautiful heart breaking song that reminds me of the tragic death of Zack at the end of “Crisis Core” video game.
You can download the song from
here (scroll down a bit, you should find it above ''the polish soldier'')
The Land Of Might Have Been lyrics:
Somewhere there is another land
Deferent from this world below
Far more mercifully planed than the cruel place we know
Innocence and peace are there
All is good that is desired
Faces there are always fair
Love grows never old or tired
We shall never find that lovely land of might have been
I can never be your king nor you can be my queen
Days may pass and years may pass and seas my lay between
We shall never find that lovely land of might have been
Sometimes on the rarest nights
Comes the vision calm and clear
Gleaming with other earthly lights
On a path of dive and fear
Winds from that far land are blown
Whispering with secret breath
Hop that plays her tune of love
Love that concurs pain and death
Shall we ever find that lovely land of might have been?
Will I ever be your king or you had last my queen?
Days may pass and years may pass and seas my lay between
Shall we ever find that lovely land of might have been?
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It’s a song from the movie <ST1
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Evanescence has gotten me through some rough spots.
Opened my mind to the possibilities.
THeres one son that says "Forever is like sitting home alone inside your head" which scared me immensely. Forever is FOREVER it doesn't end so damn.
Fat kids are harder to Kidnap.
"A Sorta Fairytale" by Tori Amos.
"Braille" by Regina Spektor.
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
So she names the baby Elvis
To make up for the royalty he lacked
And from then on it was turpentine and patches
From then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play
"Halloween"from RENT
How Did We Get Here?
How The Hell...
Pan Left - Close On The Steeple Of The
Church
How Did I Get Here?
How The Hell...
Christmas
Christmas Eve - Last Year
How Could A Night So Frozen
Be So Scalding Hot?
How Can A Morning This Mild
Be So Raw?
Why Are Entire Years Strewn
On The Cutting Room Floor Of Memory
When Single Frames From One Magic Night
Forever Flicker In Close-Up
On The 3D Imax Of My mind
That's Poetic
That's Pathetic
Why Did Mimi Knock On Roger's Door
And Collins Choose That Phone Booth
Back Where Angel Set Up His Drums
Why Did Maureen's Equipment Break
Down
Why Am I The Witness
And When I Capture It On Film
Will It Mean That It's The End
And I'm Alone?
Floater - Every Time I Die
now safe beneath their wisdom, and their feet;
here i will teach you truly how, to sleep.
Yeah. Haha. Really...True, witty...clever? I dunno. Makes you double think things.
Admit it!
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bull)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern
You’re diving face forward into a antiquated past
It’s disgusting, it's offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we’re not worthy
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
'Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar
Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah
Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety
You are a faker (admit it)
You are a fraud (admit it)
Yeah, you’re living a lie (hey) living a lie (hey) you’re life is living a lie
You don’t impress me (admit it)
You don’t intimidate me (admit it)
Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this smurfing plank (yeah!)
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah (what do you..)
Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my..
Guitar, guitar go!
I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah
I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah oh
And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar
My car and my guitar
So you'll come to be, made of these urges unfulfilled
Oh no, no, no, no, no
When I'm dead I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, lay still
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
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