How do I get back there to the place I fell asleep inside you how do I get back to the place you said I waaaaant something else than a semi-charmed kinda life
But, on another note, the difference between this kind of music, and say the reggae I posted previously is that, even though Meshuggah is more complex and brain stimulating, it doesn't give me the "tingly" sensation in my upper arms...
So basically it's just too negative, I think, to be spiritual in any real way. If they could somehow use their music to uplift and not be based around blood & dirt that might help combine the 2 sensations into a heavenly euphoria.
Some Good ones by Linkin Park. By far, one of the most creative bands i know.
From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core of forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture's there The memory won't escape me
[Verse: 1] We're stuck in a place so dark, you can hardly see A manner of matter that splits, with the words I breathe An' as the rain drips, acidic questions around me I block out the sight of the powers that be An' duck away into the darkness, times up I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut So tight that it blurrs into the world of pretend An' the eyes ease open and it's dark again
[Bridge] From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core of forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture's there The memory won't escape me But why should I care? [Chorus] In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up
[Verse: 2] Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs An' nauseated by the polluted rott, that's all around Watchin' the wheels of cars that pass I look past To the last of the light and the long shadows it casts A window grows and catches the eye An' cries out, a yellow light as it passes me by And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box Inside, a building of rock with antennas on top Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain The sane lose, not knowing they were part of the game An' while the insides changed, the box stays the same And the figure inside could bare any body's name The memories I keep, are from a time like then I put 'em on paper so I could come back to them Someday I'm hopin' to close my eyes and pretend That this crumpled up paper, can be perfect again
Yo [Bridge: Repeat]
I'm here at this podium talking, the ceremonial offerings Dedicated to urban dis functional offspring's (What's happenin'?) City governments are eternally nappin' An' trapped in greedy covenants, causin' urban collapsin' An' bullets that scar souls, with dark holes, get more than your car stole Some hearts be blacker than charcoal (fo' real) This society's deprivation depends Not on our differences, but the separation within No preparation is made, limited aide an' minimum wage Livin' in a tenement cage where rent isnt paid Tragedy within the parade The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague An' I'm forgotten
I know what your idea of Adam is, you haven't been shy =p
Actually as a child I was very shy. I am still very careful when I meet new people, but quickly I overcome it when i asses them and see what they are all about.
Poison IV wrote:
I was just thinking about how the music industry purposely uses certain breeds of people for their heritage.
Both some of the most influential illuminati deaths. Same genre.
Your conspiracy theories leave me disinterested for these reasons:
-No real motive, unless you think people in power occupy themselves with bullshit pop-rock and stupid druggies.
-Too small to matter. Your obsession with the inconsequential while the bigger picture alludes you is indicative of your feminine nature: you see the immediate and because you cannot place it into a broader world-view you think that it is important.
The only thing about pop-culture that matters, dear, is that it passes on the messages the system requires to be stable. If a few remain unconvinced or see through the bullshit it is of little concern, since there are secondary mechanism to deal with that, and murder is not one of them.
See, they can even tolerate a bunch of nobodies discussing this shit on an internet-forum because we have no mainstream appeal and even if we did we could be dismissed using multiple other methods. Nobody bothers with a rich addict who was high on his fame and fortune, dear.
Sweetie, the system is interested in the majority. They could care less about some counter-cultural group with grand ideas about changing the world. I, for one, should not be included in anything which promises to change the world, as the world is alright just as it is.
My interest is only in trying to cope and deal with it. One way is seclusion and discrimination.
Consider the world of men a jungle populated by animals not of your kind, dear...imagine, you know....imagine. Now sweetie, why would I wish to "save" them or raise them from their animal state? Do you think a world populated by clones of you would be a paradise? I think not. My only interest in the masses, dear, is to figure their patterns out for my own benefit. My motive is not to enlighten them, for they are beyond this in my judgment, except for a few exceptions.
Your first obstacle, little girl, is to stop thinking of humanity as one, or as belonging to one group, or as you belonging to that group. First detach yourself, think of yourself as a party of one, a tribe of one, a fucking individual.
Once you do this, and if you do this, we can proceed further.
I get annoyed by the people who think they're better than everyone else when they're not and the people who don't and really are (which is usually how it goes)
-No real motive, unless you think people in power occupy themselves with bullshit pop-rock and stupid druggies.
-Too small to matter. Your obsession with the inconsequential while the bigger picture alludes you is indicative of your feminine nature: you see the immediate and because you cannot place it into a broader world-view you think that it is important.
Everything matters when it comes to the bigger picture. It's just about whether or not you're able to handle the little things and keep them that way.
Most people can't.
Satyr Daemon
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I get annoyed by the people who think they're better than everyone else when they're not and the people who don't and really are (which is usually how it goes)
I claimed to be unequal, how you place me, dear, is your problem, based on your experiences and your genetics, and the judgment this produced.
Never claimed to be a genius or an alpha-male or the ideal masculine archetype. All I did is post my opinions concerning reality, whether I benefit from it or not.
How you, and your ilk, interpreted this, is your problem. How you took it as a threat, or as a promise is none of my concern. You did it to yourself and I, simply, took advantage of it, as much as I could or my own principles allowed me.
What you imagined me to be or how you expected me to be, and still do, does not interest me. Little girl, this and only this, has been my advantage all along.
I am nothing like the ideals I describe. My superiority is that I see, dear. I see beyond the bullshit and the pretenses and your petty little power games and womanly sexual fantasies.
I see, dear. I see things that go against my personal interests and hopes....yet I cannot pretend that I do not see. Your kind does...your kind does every day. This is what I uncover, much to the dismay of the popular vote or the justifications of the imbecile Fausty who still comes here expecting some grand response to his little girlish games.
Here's a little secret about the douche-bag dear. He wants out. Can you see it? Can you smell it?
He...wants...out. What keeps him grounded are matters that should be explored.
Now, dear, THAT is fascinating. Those clever little lies we tell ourselves and perform daily.
Superiority is more of an aspiration than an achieved goal.
Once someone claims to be a superior of any sort they're usually overly comfortable in a stale position. The greater our dreams and needs the more we grow.
The problem with the majority of people is that they fear the growing pains and this makes them lack curiosity. The more we seek in life, the harder it will get. However, the outcome will be more rewarding.
It really depends on your ability to foresee what you want and make it happen. Most suffer from a shortsightedness. They know it and simply don't care.