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  • mo_ztt ✅
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    12 years ago

    Chicane, Autumn Tactics:

    Hiding summer’s age no more
    No more leaves in summer sky
    Turning dark on empty car lots
    When summer was my only friend

    Bruce Springsteen, The Ghost of Tom Joad:

    He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
    Preacher lights up a butt and he takes a drag
    Waiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
    In a cardboard box beneath the underpass

    You got a one-way ticket to the promised land
    You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
    Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
    Bathing in the city aqueduct

    Well the highway is alive tonight
    Where it’s headed, everybody knows
    I’m sitting down here in the campfire light
    Waiting on the ghost of Tom Joad

    Jefferson Airplane, Young Girl Sunday Blues:

    One side of me is filled with brightness
    No matter what I might say
    The days I made with waterfall colors
    Could not make you stay
    If rain falls down the side of my face,
    Must be a rainy day.

    Emmylou Harris, Deeper Well:

    Well, I did it for kicks and I did it for hate
    I did it for lust and I did it for faith
    Did it for need and I did it for love
    Addiction stayed on tight like a glove
    So I ran with the moon and I ran with the night
    And the three of us were a terrible sight
    Nipple to the bottle, to the gun, to the cell
    To the bottom of a hole of a deeper well
    Well
    Lookin’ for the water from a deeper well
    Well
    Lookin’ for the water from a deeper well
    I rocked with the cradle and I rolled with the rage
    I shook those walls and I rattled that cage
    Took my trouble down a dead end trail
    Reachin’ out a hand for a holier grail
    Hey there, mama, did you carry that load
    Did you tell your baby 'bout the bend in the road
    'Bout the rebel yell, ‘bout the one that fell
    Lookin’ for the water from a deeper well

    Sonic Youth, Unmade Bed:

    Look who’s come back home again
    Loser looking for his lucky break
    This time he says he just needs a friend
    Ain’t on the run he ain’t on the take

    Can you unlock this door babe
    Will you just undo the chain
    Will you take your time before you
    Mix up love, his love and pain

    Loneliness lays down his head
    Wants to get you high, better take it now
    A man like that’s like an unmade bed
    Stained eyes searching for another way out

    And, of course, Butterfingers is endlessly entertaining

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    12 years ago

    in regards to cheating on your spouse:

    The thrill of it

    (Could I call it that?)

    Was cheap

    And feeling cheap’s the

    Only thing you keep

    Horsin’ Around by Prefab Sprout

    just think its such a neat line, and there’s a lot of neat lines in Prefab Sprout’s catologue, like the chorus for King of Rock n Roll:

    Hot dog

    Jumping frog

    Albequerque

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    It’s impossible to choose a best, so I’ll instead share a song whose lyrics I enjoy and connect with. It’s “Out of My Depth,” by Hot Chip. They’re a band whose lyrics are often deep and meaningful, despite having a lot of fun “upper” music. I like this song because I’m prone to wallowing lol and it’s a good reminder not to do so too much. It’s ultimately a hopeful song.

    When I’m in my darkest place, I must be careful not to dwell there

    When I’m headed for the ditch, I must be careful not to sleep there

    While I might enjoy the peace, there are other lights that call me

    And although I’m out of the race, I know that something good must befall me

    And when I’m swimming out of my depth, and I can barely see the crest of a wave that might destroy me

    I must look for what I can’t see

    I must reach for what doesn’t touch me

    I must leave my lonely space and make time my only enemy

    I must seek what can’t be bought and make choices that support me

    And the friends who fall apart from the crumbling walls that divide me

    And when I’m swimming out of my depth and I can barely see the crest of a wave that might engulf me

    Then I’m in my darkest room, but I’m careful not to enjoy it all too much

    But as I leave, it will be helpful to have endured it

    I must be careful not to trip, not to fall as I continue

    But my darkest place is in me, and there’s something there that calls me

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    Wanderlust- Everytime I Die

    This song probably has some of the best structure I’ve ever heard from a song. They build this sort of indecisiveness throughout the song, trying to indicate that they want to share an honest emotion, but its very hard to describe exactly. So the last quarter of the song they kinda go back and forth with the lyrics.

    We’ve lived under this dark cloud forever.

    Waiting for the bad luck to break.

    Just let me try that one again.

    With a little more feeling.

    We slept at the crossroads together.

    Trying to make an honest mistake.

    Just let me try that one again

    Without a smile on my face.

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    Idk about best but this is one of the more impactful songs for me that’s very lyrically strong:

    Milo - An Encyclopedia

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KThyMAsEnZQ

    Specifically the verse leading up to:

    Darrien Hunt cosplaying was killed for his hobbies
    And I love Mugen too
    And that's the thing
    I love Mugen too
    

    (in reference to the character Darrien was cosplaying as)

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    22 years ago

    Light as a feather when I’m floatin’ through Readin’ through the daily news Measuring the hurt within the golden rule Centimetres of ether I’m heatin’ the speaker Motivational teacher with words that burn people Seeing the headlines lined with discord It’s either genocide, all the planet in uproar Never good but rules of paradise are never nice The best laid plan of mice and men are never right I’m just a vagabond with flowers for Algernon The average Joe who knows what the fuck is goin’ on It’s the hope of my thoughts that I travelled upon Fly like an arrow of god until I’m gone So I’m driftin’ away like a feather in air Lettin’ my words take me away from the hurt and despair So I’m keepin’ it vertical forever elevator Ridin’ the escalator to the somethin’ that is greater So I’m driftin’ away like a feather in air Lettin’ my words take me away from the hurt and despair So I’m keepin’ it vertical forever elevator Ridin’ the escalator to the somethin’ that is greater Taking chances, word tap dancing with wolves In an ice arena out there, deep in the woods of Arizona The sun be high, life’s ironic Ain’t tryin’ to be Talib when I write Surreal life I paint it vivid habitat crazy insane Watch the propaganda six o’clock news that are saying Cultures clash for black folk and white trash They revel in the cyberspace that might crash Dash to millineum a million miles of runnin’ At the speed of now back don’t return gunnin’ Rambo style gunho child gunnin’ Ammo blao two times loud stunnin’ Stunnin’ when I hit ya lift you off the earth like Ayo, take you right back to birth And niggaz wonder why they might wonder why This shit might happen but it does, they go Driftin’ away like a feather in air Lettin’ my words take me away from the hurt and despair So I’m keepin’ it vertical forever elevator Ridin’ the escalator to the somethin’ that is greater So I’m driftin’ away like a feather in air Lettin’ my words take me away from the hurt and despair So I’m keepin’ it vertical forever elevator Ridin’ the escalator to the somethin’ that is greater Treat you better than me because that’s the heavenly key To unlock the inner strength where my essence will be It’s the knowledge of self understanding of the things around me That becomes the wisdom that I need Living this life to the best of my ability Channelling energy to my thoughts into your symmetry Remember me because my clothes remain gold I got the gift of gab like them pimps in Kangols It never ends I keep it rulin’ like a cypher The first caveman bringin’ fire Innovating and higher to blast mistakes I raise the stakes It’s double or nothing in this vacuumless space I will survive, divine the time to cry Fuck a hold or hide I’m alive with pride And I drove the Chevy to the levy But the levy was dry singin’, “This will be the day that I die”

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    92 years ago

    Love, Ire, and Song by Frank Turner

    Well a teacher of mine once told me That life was just a list of disappoints and defeats And you could only do your best, And I said “That’s a fucking cop-out, you’re just washed up and your tired, and when I get to your age I won’t be such a coward” But these day I sit at home, known to shout at my TV And Punk Rock didn’t live up to what I hoped that it could be And all the things that I believed with all my heart when I was young Are just coasters for beers and clean surfaces for drugs And I packed all my pamphlets with my bibles at the back of the shelf Well it was bad enough the feeling, and the first time it hit When you realized your parents had let the world all go to shit And that the values and ideals for which many had fought and died Had been killed off in the committees and left to die by the wayside But it was worse when we turned to the kids on the left And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest Yeah by idiot fucking hippies in 50 different factions Who are locked inside some kind of 60’s battle re-enactment And I hung-up my banner in disgust and I head for the door Oh but once we were young, and we were crass enough to care But I guess you live and learn, we won’t make that mistake again, no Oh but surely just for one day, we could fight and we could win And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible Well we’ve been a good few hours drinking So I’m going to say what everyone’s thinking If we’re stuck on this ship and it’s sinking Then we might as well have a parade Cos if it’s still going to hurt in the morning And a better plan’s set to get forming Then where’s the harm spending an evening In manning the old barricades, So come on old friends to the streets Let’s be 1905 but not 1917, Let’s be heroes, let’s be martyrs, let’s be radical thinkers Who never have to test drive the least of their dreams Let’s divide up the world into the damned and safe And then ride to the valleys like the old life brigade And straighten our backs and we won’t be afraid And they’ll celebrate our deaths with a national parade So come on let’s be young, let’s be crass enough to care Let’s refuse to live and learn, let’s make all our mistakes again yes And then darling, just for one day, we can fight and we can win And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible Leave the mourning the to the morning Yeah pain can be killed With aspirin tablets and vitamin pills But memories of hope, and glorious defeat Are a little bit harder to beat

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    Right in Two by Tool.

    It’s all good but here’s a juicy verse:

    "Monkey killing, monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.

    Silly monkeys, Give them thumbs, they make a club To beat their brother down.

    How they’ve survived so misguided is a mystery.

    Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here."

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      This is the song that first came to mind for me. I was only in high school but this song taught me so much. It had never been put into words to me like that. I’ve always carried the meaning with me and it still breaks my heart to watch the world constantly cut it all right in two.

      –Don’t these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?

      Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys Where there’s one, you’re bound to divide it…

      Right in two–

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      Ahh I love that one.

      Similarly, this verse but particularly the last two lines from it, from ‘A Perfect Circle - The Doomed’. Always hits me hard. So relevant and sad:

      Blessed are the fornicants

      May we bend down to be their whor*s

      Blessed are the rich

      May we labor, deliver them more

      Blessed are the envious

      Bless the slothful, the wrathful, the vain

      Blessed are the gluttonous

      May they feast us to famine and war

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    32 years ago

    This isn’t easy because so many songs have lyrics that I love. But if I absolutely had to choose one, I would choose Don’t Let Me Come Home A Stranger by Robin and Linda Williams. The lyrics are hauntingly beautiful.

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    42 years ago

    Morals ain’t a substance you can shove in someone’s ear,

    They’re basically a byproduct of a mind thinking clear…

    • The Plan, NOFX.

    And when you said "you can’t call those people cnts", well you cant call those cnts “those people”

    • Those People, Frenzal Rhomb

    Deep, I know. But it shows that (in my country) it’s more acceptable to call some one a c*nt than group them as “those people”

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    Follow men’s eyes as they look to the skies, the shifting shafts of shining weave the fabric of their dreams…

    Neil Peart of Rush, Jacobs ladder

    Not sure if it’s the ‘best’ I’ve ever heard but this line sticks with me. .

  • Katie Ampersand
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    32 years ago

    Girls own the void!
    Let’s make some noise
    Don’t leave the house without a party bag, check this!
    I’m still a princess, I can curtsy, I can beat you at tetris!
    Girls own the void!
    Let’s make some noise
    Don’t leave the house without a party bag, check this!
    I’m still a princess when there’s nothing left to wear

    From Girls by Patricia Taxxon

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      12 years ago

      I occasionally forget that video essays aren’t their main thing.